Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Silence is the battle principle of the Death Guard.

They will not make any war cries on the battlefield, nor will they groan in pain because of their injuries. They are like giant statues made of bone-white armor. They sweep the entire battlefield with explosive bombs and poisonous gas in absolute silence. The blood and guts of their enemies dye their power armor a loyal red.

However, when faced with the overwhelming Nurgle legion, even the Death Guard will sing loudly the "Book of Sacred Scriptures" and use the radiance from the cold sun to ensure that their will will not be eroded by the evil god.

"Better crippled body than corrupted mind!"

The "Storm" six-barreled bolt cannon spewed sparks of death amidst the fearless litanies of the Contemptors. The bolts intertwined into fiery steel whips, plowing a wide path through the Great Unclean One entrenched in the center of the alchemy area. scars.

The bloated Great Unclean One roared and laughed as if it was unconscious. While shaking the pastoral bell made of subspace metal, he strode towards the Contemptor Fearlessly.

Seeing that its wide-open arms were about to turn the contemptor Wuwei into a puddle of rotten pus, a huge iron fist quickly enlarged in its festering eyes, and the thunder and lightning jumping on it were so dazzling that it made Dawu Jingzhe closed his eyes subconsciously.

"Carry the emperor's will as your torch, with it destroy the shadows! (carry the emperor's will as your torch, with it destroy the shadows!)"

boom! ! !

The "Broken City" power fist collided with the skull of the Great Unclean One, making a loud noise that caused hundreds of Nurglings to explode on the spot. The face of the Great Unclean One was completely destroyed by the decomposition stance before it came into contact with the iron fist. , its skull was dented and shattered beneath the Contemptor's arc-flash reactor-powered arms.

But even so, it is still not dead!

Thick acid erupted from its bloated belly. This liquid condensed by the evil power of Nurgle reacted violently with the adamantine armor of the Contemptor Dreadnought. The transmission joints around the Dreadnaught Armor all rotted away. There was an overwhelming cracking sound, and a large number of electric sparks splashed out from the cable connection like running water.

He was paralyzed with Nurgle's breath by the Great Unclean One!

"Why resist, human being?" the Great Unclean One laughed, and held the Contemptor in his arms fearlessly and tenderly. "Join us, play with us in the Garden of the Father, and bathe together in the Under the raindrops of His divine warmth. We will become the best of friends, the closest of family, sharing joy together and never parting."

"Family? It sounds good. But..."

The Contemptor turned his head fearlessly and with great difficulty, and the augur looked directly at the loving face of the Great Unclean One, and a hoarse electronically synthesized sneer came from his chest: "I want to fuck your mother to death even more!"

Arc flash reactor, overloaded!

A helium flash of light erupted from the power furnace behind the Fearless Contemptor, and his arms that had been completely disconnected from the cables miraculously moved, holding the Great Unclean One firmly in his arms.

Under the horrified and angry glare of the Great Unclean One, this determined veteran of the Death Guard looked up to the sky and let out the last roar of his life: "Even if you disobey the gods, mankind will survive forever! Go to hell, heretic!"

Arc flash reactor, detonate!

There was no explosion sound, only the rapidly expanding plasma flare, which engulfed everything within a few hundred meters - whether it was Nurglings, Plague Spreaders, Auxiliaries, or Death Guards - without distinction, and in its scorching hot The interior was ablated into snow-white ash, completely banishing the Great Unclean One back to the subspace!

"Logarius!"

In the distance, Typhus witnessed the sacrifices of the Contemptor Dreadnought and other warriors. They dug a huge gap in Nurgle's defenses, allowing the Auxiliary Army and Death Guard to penetrate directly into the heart of the Evil God's Legion!

The opponent's name burst out from Typhus's clenched teeth. The "Alien Reaper" spun and cut in his hands like a storm. The Terminator Power Armor given by the Emperor plowed a path made of flesh and blood on the battlefield. On the wide road, no enemy can stop him from reaching the gap in the defense line.

Whether it is the flying plague soldier peaks in the sky, the bloated one-eyed toads on the ground, or the plague messengers holding poisonous swords, they are nothing but grass under the giant scythe in his hand!

At this moment, Typhus felt that he was the incarnation of death. For the first time, he felt that he seemed to have a power as powerful as the father of genes. As long as he used his own wisdom to use this power appropriately on the battlefield, this battle would war……

Sure to win!

Countless Death Guards followed in the footsteps of Typhus. The Prince of Death gave them extremely tough bodies. Even if they were hit head-on by a virus cannon, they would not fall down due to this mere fatal injury. Their bodies were very resistant to bacteria, viruses and even chemical poisons. All have extremely strong resistance, and the bone marrow can even begin to synthesize antibodies the moment it comes into contact with new toxins.

There is no injury other than death itself that can knock down the Death Guard!

Their anger simmered in silence, and under the leadership of Typhus, they pierced Nurgle's defenses like daggers, ruthlessly baptizing the Plague God's Chaos army with melta weapons and plasma weapons.

"To admit defeat and setback is to fall from the emperor's power! (to admit defeatistoblasphemeagainsttheemperor!)"

The priests of the legion were swinging their power staffs and the Book of Holy Words inlaid with eight metal horns. The pale skull masks had been corroded by the poisonous slurry sprayed by the demon army of Nurgle, leaving streaks of stains. But it couldn't stop them from pushing their spiritual energy to the limit again and again, at the cost of burning their own souls and brains, and summoning the light of the pure gold and flawless throne from the distant Holy Terra!

flood----

The bright light beam shines in the alchemy area in a supernatural form, and all the Nurgle demons that touch it are wiped out in a wailing sound, opening up an unobstructed path for Typhus's charge.

Typhus roared like a liger from his chest, and the "Alien Reaper" neatly separated the yellow-green flocculent growths blocking the road, so that he finally came after a 7000-meter charge. Arriving at the core of the alchemy area.

"Severus Snape!"

Typhus roared: "Why! Why did you betray humanity and the Emperor's trust in you!"

"…Have you ever had a lover, Typhus?"

In the center of the alchemy area, on the huge mass of flesh and blood that almost filled the entire space, Snape, who had only his head and left arm exposed, spoke softly, and his deep, lightless black eyes had already closed in the center of his face. The two became one, turning into a huge, transparent hole from front to back.

And on the huge sarcoma, there were countless Nurglings jumping up and down, using knives to carve the same word on every inch of the skin: Lily.

Countless "Lilies" covered the surface of Snape's mutated and bloated body, looking like a rotten egg covered with maggots.

"Losing my love, I am shattered... For her, for the love of my life, even if I have to betray everything, I am willing..."