Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

The steel rain fell all night, cleaning the dirt on the ground with flames and light, smearing the entire planet Herak's surface with a charred black color that symbolized war, and also made these countries still stuck in the Middle Ages realize what The Iron Fist of the Empire.

The city-state that had stood for hundreds of years collapsed amidst the roar of the armored troops. The strong men who used weapons with thousands of years of history fell under the laser coverage of the mortal auxiliary legions. The churches dedicated to heretical gods were amidst the litanies of the battle nuns. Burned to ashes, the nobles with alien organs on their bodies were tied with chains to red-hot copper pillars by the inquisitors.

The fleet hovering in the sky just watched everything happening on the ground indifferently. The cyclone torpedo launch port at the bottom of the battleship was like a huge eye, staring at the futile resistance of the Herak natives with a judgmental gaze.

Everything is changing, at a speed that the natives of the planet Herak cannot understand, and in a frightening and expected direction, earth-shaking changes are taking place.

Central Continent, Asra Kingdom, Asra Kingdom.

“Look, it’s Lord Luke—ah, bah, bah, bah—it’s Luke!”

The fleeing children pointed at Luke's head, which was stuck on the top of a spear, with a ferocious look on his face, and screamed excitedly.

In the Kingdom of Asra, almost no one does not know the princess's guarding knight, because it is he who leads troops to the territories of various lords every year and takes away the food that the farmers have worked hard to grow from the farms.

The children all secretly joked that Luke was a "big belly" because the food that was taken away was enough to feed the entire farm for a long time, but Luke still couldn't show that he was full and kept eating. The ground used a riding crop to urge the farmers to hand over more grain.

No one likes Luke, no one likes a big belly that is never full.

Even if he said that this food would become the motivation for the army to protect them farmers, those soldiers would only rob farmers of their little remaining food and money, and would also make the children's sisters and mothers pregnant. .

That means there will be another mouth in the family, and the belt that is already tightened to the limit will be tightened even further into the spine.

But it's not without its benefits.

If no cries were heard on the day the sister or mother gave birth, the dinner at home would have included a lot of delicious meat, with only some small, soft bones in it, which would break into pieces with a single bite.

The children laughed and frolicked around Luke's head for a while, then quickly ran to the food distribution window of the shelter camp.

Those gods who descended from the sky not only built a place for these refugees to sleep, but they also distributed food to them today!

Distributing food, what a magical word.From childhood to adulthood, children, and even many elderly people, have never seen the day when the grain handed over by farmers will be returned by the lords.

When they heard the news, many old people couldn't sleep all night long, and they didn't even feel the bedding handed down by the gods.

But the children loved the cloth bed held up by a few iron bars. It was the softest and most comfortable bed they had ever slept on.Although the quilt on my body is dark green, it smells fresh and feels very warm when covered with it.

Many adults did not dare to sleep on the bed, for fear that the dust on their bodies would stain the bed and be punished and whipped by gods like the lords in the past. Only the children secretly climbed into the bed after the adults fell asleep and did the best thing in their lives. A sweet dream.

There was a golden giant in the dream. He was very tall, almost as high as the city wall.The golden giant would smile and tell himself a story. In the story, there was a very, very, very big country where people could do whatever they wanted.

Children of farmers can become pilots, children of workers can become journalists, and children of soldiers can also learn to paint.Instead of being like them, because they are the children of serfs, they are born as serfs and part of the lord's wealth.

The children all remember that when they told the golden giant about this, the gentle smile on the giant's face disappeared for a moment. The bronze face was colder than a mask made of pig iron, but it quickly melted. , smiled and asked them what kind of person they wanted to be when they grew up.

No matter what the answer is, the giant will smile and nod in approval.Even if he couldn't answer for a while, he would gently stroke the child's head and say softly: "The future is full of infinite possibilities, and so are you, my child."

Several children thought they were the only ones who had this dream, but when they got together to show off to each other, they discovered that everyone was dreaming about the golden giant.

"The giant is so tall~~~big, even bigger than a god!"

"He's very friendly and doesn't just hit me like my dad!"

"What kind of person do you think he is?"

"Well...all in all, he's a good guy!"

When the children came to the center of the shelter camp laughing and laughing, a long queue had already formed beside the big truck with a golden double-headed eagle on its head.The adults wrung their fingers shrinkingly, lined up one after another like worker ants carrying food, and their eyes occasionally glanced at the soldiers wearing dark green armor around them.

Whether they are men or women, these strong soldiers all hold dark firearms in their hands. The refugees who arrived early have already seen the power of this weapon that sprays red light. With just one blow, those who are deliberately causing commotion and trying to loot can be killed. The food man was beaten to pieces.

Therefore, they would line up in an orderly manner, and even if someone walked past them with steaming bread and broth, they would not dare to take another look at them.

As soon as the children arrived here, they saw a man wearing a long black trench coat and a big-brimmed hat standing on a high platform made of stones, raising a trumpet-shaped object to his mouth and speaking in poor Asra Mandarin. Said loudly: "Children, the elderly, the disabled, this way, line up! This way, the line is short!"

Although the man in the big-brimmed hat speaks a little lamely, his eyes are sharper than the eagle flying in the sky. Once someone tries to pretend to be an old man and approaches, he will draw out red and black at a speed that makes children exclaim. Firearms, using death to force these unruly guys to return to the team where they should be.

The children crowded past noisily, looking with envy at the big gun in the man's hand, and at the parchment filled with prayers fixed with wax on the gun.

The man was not annoyed, he just smiled and put the gun back into his waist, waved the children away, and continued to shout with the loudspeaker.

This time, his Asra Mandarin was much smoother.

The person who filled the food for the children was a stout man with a serious face. His arms were thicker than the children's heads. He stuffed a square iron plate into each person's arms without any explanation, and then put it together. He threw an iron spoon onto each plate with a clatter.

As he waved the big spoon in his hand, the iron plate was suddenly filled with fragrant wheat rice, red meat, crispy vegetables, and two extra eggs that the adults didn't have.

"No, that's enough. Look for me again." The stout man said word by word as he looked at the note on his hand. The children, who had never seen such a luxurious meal, stared until they were When Iron Shao was driving him away, he reacted belatedly and quickly stepped aside to give up his position to the next person.

Carrying their plates and looking for a place to eat, the children chattered about the food on their plates.

"Is this rice? I have never eaten rice before. All I ate before was boiled wild vegetables!"

"This is the first time I've seen hard-boiled eggs..."

"Hong Suo, your family raises chickens for the lord, but you have never eaten cooked eggs?"

“There is no extra firewood at home to heat water.”

"Smell this piece of meat! It smells so good! I feel like I can swallow my tongue--"

Turning a corner, the child who was sharing his desire for meat with his friends suddenly hit an iron wall. He felt that his nose was about to be smashed into his head, but what he was more concerned about was that he escaped and died. The iron plate comes out!

That's food!It is precious food that I have never eaten in my life!

When he woke up from his dizziness, he found that his friends had all taken a step back timidly, and in front of him was a huge steel-like hand, holding his iron hand like a piece of paper. plate.

The food inside was intact.

But why is it so dark?

Looking up, the child found that he was shrouded in the shadow of a giant. Unlike other steel giants with helmets and armor, the giant in front of him was taller and majestic than the gods, although not as tall as the one in his dream. The golden giant, but it is definitely more powerful than those warriors who call themselves "Astartes"!

The giant knelt on one knee, his resolute face like a rock carving frowning, as if he was impatient.Countless cables sprouted from the collar of his armor and were directly connected to his head.

The child stared blankly at the god in front of him and asked stupidly: "Does it hurt?"

The god's dark gray eyes were stunned for a moment, and he growled in a growling tone: "It hurts? The Iron Warriors are never afraid of pain! You'd better take your food away from me quickly and eat it all." Look at your weak and thin appearance, how can you serve the Emperor in the future?!"

"Yes!" the child roared in the loudest voice, and at the same time reached out and took the dinner plate from the giant's palm, "I swear I will eat it all, and I will grow as tall and strong as you in the future!"

"Ha! What are you talking about in your sleep, kid?" The giant stood up from the ground, laughing and looking down at the child's thin body. "Let me become strong first. Your weakness makes me feel sick, it's just so disgusting. Like a bug that can be stepped on at any time! Remember, the Iron Warriors are never afraid of pain and sacrifice. We will never retreat because we are made of steel both inside and outside!"

A shiver of excitement surged through his body, and the child replied excitedly: "Yes! Fight to the death and never retreat, both inside and outside are made of steel!"

"Hmph...it looks pretty good."

The Iron Titan snorted heavily from his nose and walked into the holding camp with huge steps.The children saw the man in the big-brimmed hat saluting the giant and shouted, "See your Highness Perturabo!"

"Without ceremony, let me see how the camp's fortifications are arranged..."

As the giant god went away, the friends came back to the child and asked repeatedly: "Dantioch, what did the god say to you? Why can't we understand a word?"

"Don't you understand?"

The child known as Dantioch looked at his friends in confusion. After receiving a positive answer, he shrugged his shoulders indifferently. He stared at the back of the giant named Perturabo and said with a smile: "Anyway, if I dream about the Golden Giant again, I can tell him that I want to become an Iron Warrior in the future."