Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

The dim yellow light broke through the darkness on the back of the moon, and the power of Ragnarok completely exploded. Whether it was lunar soil or rock fragments floating in the vacuum, the spherical radiation impact destroyed and annihilated all materials in contact.

Except, Ohm.

Watching the explosion flames expand in front of him, the scarlet light in Ohm's eyes dissipated instantly, and molten gold-like spiritual light burst out from the depths of his eyes. The five fingers of his left hand spread out angrily, facing the words that could destroy the structure of the continental shelf. The spirit is grasped in the air.

Holy Word [-]·Fan Cong!

A tsunami of spiritual energy roared out, completely enveloping the explosion that seemed to be able to expand infinitely.

With the supernatural freezing reaction of psychic energy being applied to the real universe, the trend of explosive expansion stopped almost instantly.

No matter how dazzling the high heat and fire that shot out from its center were, Ohm always stared at it steadily and hard, sucking in the radiant energy and electromagnetic energy through the Star God fragment in his heart, and converting it into available energy. Driving psychic powers.

As the energy in it passed away at a high speed, the bright light comparable to the sun dimmed and collapsed in a few seconds, and finally returned to nothingness.

As for the body and soul of the black emperor, they had been completely destroyed by himself as early as the beginning of Ragnarok.

There is no residue left, complete and utter destruction.

At this point, there are no more dragons on earth, only legal demi-humans within the empire.

Looking at the beautiful blue planet in the distance, Ohm used his spiritual energy to re-compress his body to a height of ten meters, smoothing away the scars and scars on the moon's surface.

However, victory in this battle could not stop Ohm from thinking.

Although at this moment, I can stand from the perspective of the winner and launch an afterthought criticism of the tyranny of the Black King when he ruled the earth.

What if you become the Black King, a dragon that needs to be defeated by warriors?

Using a transformation spell to turn a rock into a simple armchair, Ohm sat alone on the empty surface of the moon, looking at the beautiful star that gave birth to countless lives and races, the silent and selfless mother.

Blue and green are no longer her main colors. With the fifth industrial revolution brought about by magic technology and autonomous machines, human beings are devouring life on the earth's surface at a faster rate than ever before.

The forest collapsed in front of the steel machinery, the river corrupted under the chemical factory, the blue sky cried over the jungle of chimneys, and dropped sour rain.

In a daze, another earth flashed before Ohm's eyes, or he should call her with a more respectful tone——

Holy Terra.

The oceans on it have long since dried up, and towering hive cities have been uprooted from the dry and cracked land. The humans on it can only survive by relying on supplies shipped back from other colonial planets. The intensity of work required of civilians is unimaginable. , every day there are tens of millions of people wailing and dying at the bottom of the hive city.

Ohm saw Him imprisoned on the throne by his body and responsibility in the glorious palace stretching thousands of miles above the Himalayas.

Emperor.

He used his life to suppress the subspace rift under the palace, extracting everything from himself like a constantly burning candle. He loved mankind deeply in a harsh and cold way, and occupied a place in that dark universe.

But he is already a corpse on the Golden Throne. His dealings with the four evil gods have consumed all his energy and strength, and he must always prevent himself from falling towards the position of the god he hates most.

Even if countless people sacrifice for the empire, even if countless people call his name in the sea of ​​stars, he can only spread the little bit of power left over from the past battles to those who he thinks can change the situation of the empire. .

Countless people love Him and call Him holy.

There are also countless people who hate Him and despise Him as a devil.

Rebellion.

Fallen.

The human beings who were deeply loved by Him gradually forgot His brilliance, and just raised the flag of rebellion, raised the butcher knife, and brought the killing that could be called defilement to their compatriots.

Although there are essential differences, this form has too many similarities with the Black King who is sealed on the moon and can only watch his descendants kill each other, and the entire race gradually declines.

"I will not be your incarnation, nor will I become a dragon..."

Ohm said to himself, as if he was encouraging himself, but also as if he was denying something.

"The two of you are like two wrong question books, you have pointed out the mistakes I may have made, and I probably have some understanding.

"Civilization without humans is a meaningless tombstone. Civilization with only humans is a fully powered war machine.

“Countless dictators and opportunists will emerge, ready to seize their own personal interests from the empire.

“And an environment that is too comfortable can also make people forget the suffering and sorrow of war.

"Knives and guns are stored in the warehouse, rabbits are killed and dogs are cooked. Lust and pleasure will become the main theme of society, corroding the brains of the empire's youth and turning them into cowards who are slaughtered by alien species. Just like China...

"It's ridiculous to say that the dragons know how to cherish their comrades, but humans have already engraved the trait of 'cannibalism' deeply into their genetic sequence.

“If there is no absolutely strong authority to watch over it, the countdown to humanity’s self-destruction must have begun to tick.

"And I... am that authority."

Ohm stared at the ongoing green-skin annihilation battle in the Amazon jungle of South America. It was led by Fiorina and Leon Jonson, and the entire Ultramarines Chapter attacked. Five mortal auxiliary armies were also present. Huge battle.

In the dense jungle, humans and aliens relied on tree trunks and grass blades to hide their bodies, and fought fiercely and silently under the dark night sky. Only the Astartes' explosive weapons occasionally spit out blazing fire dragons, killing The bloody battlefield was briefly illuminated.

Ohm could feel that the number of loyal souls in his subspace domain was rising rapidly, which meant that every minute and every second there were warriors chanting their names and dying bravely.

They paved charging paths in the jungle with blood and corpses. Whenever their comrades stepped on their corpses and rushed towards the greenskins, grief and anger would strengthen the weapons in their hands, and even the cohesion of the entire team would be destroyed. Get an unprecedented improvement.

In the empire, as the war began, countless people knelt down in front of the double-headed eagle sculpture, praying for their sons, daughters, fathers, and mothers, and praying to the emperor to protect their relatives who were soldiers from returning intact.

The sounds of these prayers resounded to thousands of households. Even families where no one was serving as a soldier would spontaneously pray, and everyone reached an unprecedented unity in the face of this tremendous suffering.Abandon all prejudices and unite tightly.

Ohm knew that he could take action directly, easily crush all the greenskins to death, and then make his exit amidst the cheers and praises of the warriors.

But is that really good for the Empire?

Steel that has not been forged and tempered will fall apart from the inside once it is subjected to heavy pressure from the outside world.

The same goes for empires.

Only through suffering can we be united.