Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

On the high cliffs of the sky on the planet Herak, Angron stood on the edge of this long and narrow continent. When the sun jumped out from under the horizon, the Emperor's No. 12 Son mustered up all his strength and blew the whistle in his hand. The brass war trumpet forged by the hands of the Most High.

This low and melodious sound spread across the entire planet in an instant. From the northernmost Nellis region to the southernmost Milis region, everyone was enveloped in this high-spirited trumpet.

People who heard the sound of the trumpet all felt courage and glory from the bottom of their hearts. Regardless of whether it was day or night, they spontaneously left their houses and took to the streets, looking up at the sun in the sky.

The morning sun, its radiance is so soft and bright. It circulates day after day, bringing life and hope to the earth.

However, a sun that only shines is not enough to lead the human empire.

The dark light burned from the rising sun. This cold and blazing black light swept the earth like a pillar. The hybrid alien turned into a scarlet polonium pillar in the flames that ignited from the inside out. The powerful monster The light that comes from the body wipes away the soul from the body.

The human sun brought down his judgment, burning all the uncleanness and filth from the earth, leaving only the fertile soil waiting for human feet to trample and conquer!

The people stared at the dark sun crazily. There was no fear or panic of the gods in their eyes, because they already knew the identity of the visitor through the teachings of the Legion of Astartes——

He who sits on the golden throne, the shepherd of the lost lambs, the one who wears the golden crown, the god of thousands of machines, the supreme being, the icy sun, the two-headed eagle...

All these extremely glorious titles can only add an insignificant color to His own magnificence.

Those who really need Him can get His attention and His help by calling on Him with just one short word, like a newborn baby calling on its parents.

Emperor!

Tears flowed from the eyes of the people, and they knew that it was He who brought the mighty legions; it was He who liberated them from eternal toil; it was He who distributed food and water to everyone's hands; it was He who allowed Everyone realizes how dirty and humble the blood and power of Warcraft are, and how noble and pure the human body and soul are...

Praise the Eagle, praise the Emperor!

People knelt down on one knee, folded their hands and pressed them tightly on their chests. They softly recited verses from the Book of Psalms. The voices of billions of human beings converged into a torrent that could tremble the planet, an unprecedented great prayer. This kicked off.

Regardless of gender, color, or language, the saved people spontaneously offered blessings to the person who saved them, hoping that the Supreme Being, who is also a human being with them, can open up a path to a bright future in a future full of infinite changes. path of.

The brilliance of the cold sun turned from dark to golden. This pure and warm light soothed the hearts of everyone on the planet Herak. It shined on the flag embroidered with the double-headed aquila, and followed the scarlet flag to the sky. high altitude.

When people gazed at the flag selflessly, for a moment, the emperor's figure flashed in their eyes.

He is both serious and kind, cold and gentle, angry and compassionate, but what remains unchanged is the emotion contained in his shining golden eyes.

This emotion is called love.

The Emperor, He loves everyone.

Whether you are poor or rich, whether you are sick or healthy, whether you are loyal or nefarious, He will give you the same love equally and hopes that you can move in a better direction.

Some people saw their strict father in His eyes, some saw their loving mother in His eyes, and some saw their children in His eyes...

At this moment, the weaknesses and flaws in human hearts are magnified without limit, and people wail in pain as they face their own ugly hearts.But this was the punishment they deserved because they were not perfect enough to deserve the Emperor's love.

This feeling of debt will continue to bite their hearts like a whip, forcing them to constantly improve themselves and be good, until they can face the Emperor's eyes without guilt, and even with pride.

+Love and courage are the most precious wealth of mankind+

+Express your love, show your courage, and shine this golden spirit into every dark corner of the universe+

+Remember, I am you and you are me+

+I am with you+

The weepers stopped crying and looked up at the sky again, but they could no longer see the cold sun.

But it doesn't matter, the Emperor has buried golden blessings in their eyes. Even if the road ahead is unknown and dark, there is still this light to illuminate them.

People spontaneously raised their hands to the sky and gave out poetic shouts piously and rationally.

"Praise to humanity, praise to the Empire, praise to the Emperor!"

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"Enough is enough."

In the bridge of the Dark Angel's battleship, the Eternal Glory.

Ohm looked at the convinced people on the earth and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Human beings are still creatures in need of sustenance after all.

Regardless of whether the object is a god or a human being, as long as most people think that the object is worth following, a trend will be formed in the entire society that uses this object as a benchmark, and people will rush to imitate this object, even the object's Every word and action will be recorded on paper.

At this time, the quality of the object of sustenance will directly determine the bright or dark direction of human society in the future.

Of course, if everyone could remain rational and be able to clearly distinguish what they really need to learn from this person, then this situation would not exist from the beginning.

However, requiring human beings, a perceptual animal, to remain rational all the time is a luxury in itself.

After pondering for a moment, Ohm looked at the heir who was waiting in front of him, and called softly: "Leon."

The Lion King took a heavy step forward, stroked his chest and saluted, "I'm here."

"The Dark Angel Legion, under the command of Leon Jonson, cleared nearly 40.00% of the continental area." Ohm said to the other twenty Primarchs, "During the battle to recapture the planet Herak, the First Legion's The greatest contribution. This planet is awarded to the First Legion as a place for recruitment and training of the Dark Angels. Everyone, do you have any opinions?"

Although it was a question, my father used a declarative tone.The Primarchs present had to admit that although the Lion King's fighting method would cause a large number of innocent deaths and injuries, as the sharpest sword in the Emperor's hand, its efficiency in conquering territories was unmatched by any legion.

Therefore, in response to such a distribution result, the Primarchs bowed together and said: "I will obey your will."

"Very good." Ohm lowered his eyes and looked at the Lion King, seeing the unconcealed pride in those dark green eyes.

It does look like a young lion occupying its territory...

"Leon Jonson, Commander of the Dark Angel Legion, you can give your planet a new name."

"Caliban." The Lion King said without hesitation, "From now on, this planet will be the home planet of the Dark Angels - Planet Caliban!"