Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Typhus vomited a mouthful of smelly blood in his helmet. He looked at the monster in front of him with hatred as the power armor buzzed with self-cleaning sounds - the traitor who once taught the Emperor knowledge but has now surrendered to Nurgle. !

"Severus Snape!"

The alien reaper split open the stinking intestines that were drawn towards him. Typhus stood like a rock among the corpses of his colleagues, and the battle roar loudspeaker on his chest roared with extreme rage: "You stupid short-sighted person, how could it be that Have you forgotten the favor of the Emperor, your own glory as a human being, and are you willing to fall into the evil god’s dung soup?!”

"If what the child sitting on the golden throne cannot give me can be obtained from the hands of the Father of Plagues, then what if I become a demon?"

Snape said calmly.His body has merged with thousands of corpses into a tumor hundreds of meters high. His originally dark eyes have been dyed with a rotting yellow-green color. It is unclear whether what is surging in them is his own will or the will of the mighty destructor. He couldn't tell the difference himself.

But even so, he still remembered the obsession deep in his heart, and the pure lily swaying gently in the breeze still exuded a warm fragrance in his heart.

"That's it, my proud boy."

A loving whisper mixed with the sound of viscous phlegm echoed in Snape's mind: "I am the god who controls life. As long as you can continue to spread my gospel in the real universe, more lives will be bathed in the food I brewed. Among viruses and molds. I will fulfill your wish and resurrect the people you desire to see from the river of death...Go on, my child, spreading diseases and plagues, that is what I have carefully prepared Bless you.”

"What on earth, Snape!"

Typhus's giant scythe decapitated a Nurgle toad, and the chemical dispensing device of the Terminator power armor spewed out strange green smoke that even the walking zombies of Nurgle could not survive. The scythe blade wrapped in the demarcation force field was deeply The metal joints that cut into the Soul Grinder forced the huge demonic creature to kneel in front of him.

He spun the giant scythe and chopped off the Soul Grinder's head. Standing on its rapidly decaying corpse, he roared at Snape, who had swollen to the point of almost completely filling the cabin: "What on earth is this? Even the Supreme Gold Even the emperor can’t give it to you!”

"It's okay to tell you, Typhus. By the way, the poisonous gas emitted from your power armor is too weak. I have already warned you that you need to improve your skills and knowledge in potions. Even a Tau If you can survive your poisonous gas, please don't tell others that you are the student I brought out."

Snape's tone was as sarcastic as ever. His remaining deformed left arm was covering his bare chest, feeling the heartbeat that no longer existed in it. A creepy and tender expression appeared on his face covered with huge abscesses: "All I want is her, the love of my life, Lily Evans..."

Lily Evans?

The cogitator system built into Typhus's power armor ran at high speed, and in a very short time, it selected the woman who best matched what Snape was referring to from the tens of millions of women with the same name in the imperial archives, but this one was from Snape. The answer he got from Pu was enough to shock him.

It's not because of this woman's identity, but because the other party turned into a demon just because of a woman he didn't get!

Looking at the auxiliary troops around him who were more than half dead or wounded, the Death Guards who were still fighting on the front lines despite their injuries and diseases, and the Dreadnought Corps, which was fighting against the Great Unclean One and Nurgle's Demonic Engine, with only ten soldiers left, Tyfer Si's rage almost attracted Khorne's gaze. He pointed at Snape's nose and roared: "My battle brothers have suffered nearly a thousand casualties, and the auxiliaries have suffered hundreds of thousands! Just because you want to get a woman, An ordinary woman! Severus Snape, I, Typhus, swear on the Golden Throne that I will cut off your head with the sickle in my hand!"

"Shut up! You idiot!"

The metal armor laid on the floor of the cabin undulated like waves amidst Snape's roar. The wires and pipes buried beneath it had been corrupted by Nurgle's magical power into festering tentacles of blasphemous evil. The black skin made a shrill whistling sound in the air, leaving several deep dents on Typhus's chest armor, sending his multi-ton body flying directly, and smashing a huge hole on the bulkhead. dented.

"Lord Typhus!"

The Captain of the Sixth Company of the Death Guard No. 30, Garro, saw the Chapter Commander being knocked away by the traitor. He immediately slashed his power sword to cut a putrid path among the zombies of Nurgle and charged wildly regardless of his own safety. To Typhus, just to provide cover and help.

But Snape's tentacles gave Garro no chance. The captain of the 36th company only advanced a few hundred meters before being whipped away by the festering tentacles like a wild python.

Before Typhus could get up from the depression, these tentacles wrapped tightly around his limbs, wrapping them tightly like a ball of yarn and pulling them in front of Snape.

"She is not an ordinary woman, Typhus." Snape looked gloomy and exhaled breaths containing countless diseases in his throat. "She is the treasure of the world. She once opened a door to my closed heart. Window of Light, I must get her, no matter what price I pay, she must return to the world and stay with me forever!"

The tightly bound and contracted tentacles made it difficult for Typhus, who had two hearts and three lungs, to breathe, but this did not prevent him from glancing at the traitor in front of him with contempt and said hoarsely: "The empire has a population of three trillion and two trillion, and There are tens of millions of women with similar faces to Lily Evans, and there are countless more beautiful people than her. Snape, you are a selfish villain who betrayed mankind for your own base desires, even if Lily Evans Even if Vance is resurrected, she will only spit on you."

"impossible!"

Snape's roar almost overturned the dome of the cabin. His remaining left hand tightly grasped Typhus's body and pulled the legendary space warrior with the title of "Black Shroud" until his body was filled with the color of chaos. In front of his eyes, seven long tongues covered with malignant sores emerged from behind his neat white teeth, and he murmured as if he was deceiving himself: "She loves me, she loves me! I gave my soul to resurrect her, How could she abandon me?! She must love me, she can only love me!!!"

Typhus looked at Snape as if he were looking at a bereaved wild dog: "Such a twisted and perverted view of love does not treat the woman as a self-aware person at all, but only wishes to move herself. No wonder, Lily... Evans will eventually become James Potter's bride."

These words were like a red-hot steel knife, inserted straight into Snape's heart that had disappeared. He roared out curses that could not be described in words in pain and fury, and his seven tongues were twisted into long sharp cones, trying to The most ruthless gesture pierced the chest of the black shroud, causing it to degenerate into a loving retinue of its father amid the wails.

There was no fear on Typhus's face under his helmet. On the contrary, he laughed wantonly: "You're in a hurry, you're in a hurry! You must have been wounded by me, Snape!"

"Give me death!!!"

Snape's tongue was compressed to the extreme, and it ejected from the mouth like a bomb. It was so fast that even elite veterans like Typhus could not catch its trajectory, and could only see a blur of emptiness. The shadow hits my chest with pain!

Death was approaching, but Typhus felt strangely at peace.

He has reached the limit of what he can do. Even if he faced the direct descendants of the evil god, he did not abandon the pride of humanity in his heart.

Typhus slowly closed his eyes, feeling no regrets in his heart.

Emperor, please receive my loyal soul...

+There's no need to be in such a hurry, Typhus. +

Clang! ! !

The sound of gold and iron clashing opened Typhus's eyes, and a huge black scythe flashing with boundless starlight suddenly appeared in front of him. With an unswerving attitude, he smashed the sharp tongue of the ruined prince Snape. Block it!

"What a fool who only knows how to work hard."

Mortarion did not turn his head to look at Typhus. He spread out insect-like wings with metallic luster behind his back. He proudly faced Snape's fallen body with a magical attitude and whispered to himself: "Meet me." Enemies who cannot be defeated must remember to call me as the legion commander."