Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

In the distance, Gallo looked at Mortarion's figure standing proudly in the sky, heaving a sigh of relief in his heart, and removed his psychic energy from the long-range communicator built into the power armor.

With the Emperor's blessing, his information reached the ears of the Gene Father in time...

The chemical agent spread around Mortarion oxidized into an ominous pale color in the air, the Scythe of Night slashed a dark trail in the red light of the warning light, and the tentacles derived from the ruined prince Snape were like ruined catkins. Easily cut off, Typhus's severely injured body fell onto the floor among mold and filth, and a strange emotion flowed out from the heart of the black shroud.

That is - "security".

The sense of security from the father of genes!

"grown ups!"

Looking up at Mortarion with his four crystal wings spread out in the sky, Typhus shouted in surprise: "Just think of it as being for me, for the sake of your dead battle brothers, use the Styx Lantern on Snape!"

The high-frequency vibrating insect wings made a harsh buzz, Mortarion's figure shuttled and flickered like a ghost among Snape's dancing tentacles, and the Scythe of Night kept leaving huge and deep marks on the bloated and clumsy body of the ruined prince. The voice of Emperor No. 14 came from inside the thick breathing device between his mouth and nose:

"Are you commanding me, Typhus? Do you think I would be reluctant to use the Styx Lantern because of its rarity? You idiot is such an eyesore, and your severely injured body cannot provide me with any help. Give me immediately I retreated with the wounded, I don’t want to see you on the battlefield again!”

"Yes, my lord!"

Typhus is well aware of the awkward and stubborn character of his genetic father. Just like a poison that can become a life-saving medicine after dilution, the Pale Son's harsh words are buried with concern for his genetic heirs.

To put it simply, Lord Mortarion is a tsundere who talks a lot but means nothing.

"All warriors who can still move!" Typhus leaned his weight on the alien reaper and stood up with difficulty. "Take your comrades who still have signs of life and evacuate this place according to the order of the Prince of Death. The battle coming down is no longer something we can interfere with!"

"The post-break mission is ours, rookies!"

The remaining 37 Contemptors resolutely used guns and heavy punches to build an unbreakable defense line, blasting the Nurgle demon army that tried to attack and kill the wounded into pieces of corpses that exploded in the sky. Only the brains and a few biological tissues were left. The veterans are like giant towers carved from white stone, using the golden souls of humans and machines to fight against the corruption of the plague father!

Machine Soul Joy!

"Let us return to the Golden Throne together, old friend..."

The spirit of the veterans and the machine soul have never been so highly integrated. Bright red and dazzling psychic fire was ejected from the already empty ammunition compartment, and the overloaded decomposition force field once again jumped and exploded with arcs of lightning.

Even so, their figures are still pitifully small in front of tens of millions of Nurgle armies, but...

So what? !

Just a broken body to serve the country!

Let's fight!

"Sad, poor."

Snape's furious face was suddenly covered with kindness. He looked pitifully at the Dreadnought Mechas who were fighting to the death, and the whispers of the God of Plague and Eternity echoed in his throat: "Why do you despise your own life so much? Why can't you? How about living in harmony with my children? Haven't you discovered that the cursed one on the Golden Throne is no different from me. And I will give you more tenderness and love than he does. Come on, children Come into my arms."

This whisper wrapped in thick phlegm has the power to distort the mind. Even if the Legion Chaplains desperately use their psychic powers to sing the "Book of Sacred Scriptures" loudly, they cannot stop some warriors from being shaken by Nurgle's whisper, and even Putting down the muzzle pointed at the virus demon, he staggered forward like a puppet on strings to give these rotten and stinking creatures a hug.

At this moment, a stern scolding awakened the minds of the soldiers: "If you use evil words to deceive the people, you should be killed!"

The Scythe of Night cut off the broken prince's jaw in a paradoxical arc, sealing the temptation from the diseased father deep into Snape's throat.Mortarion was surrounded by the beautiful aurora produced by the Styx Lantern. Under the urging of the Pale Son, these tiny bacterial colonies gnawed at Snape's sprawling tentacles, turning them into harmless particles floating in the air. Motes of dust!

Turning his head and glancing at his genetic heir who seemed to be waking up from a dream, Mortarion shouted: "Get out of here!!!"

"Retreat! Retreat!" Typhus shouted with all his strength, "We can only become a burden to you, retreat immediately! Fearless Corps, come back!"

"Very well, very well. I really like you more and more, Mortarion."

The voice of the loving father Nurgle resounded in the real universe through Snape's mouth. His dim and turbid corrupt eyes stared at the son of death who looked like a god with an aurora on his shoulders and a black scythe in his hand. He chuckled and said: "You are my most promising child. You have extraordinary talents in viruses and bacteria. You should not be restricted by the rules of the empire. Regulations on the use of virus weapons and restrictions on germ warfare. Forget them, my garden. It allows you to give full play to your talents and spread viruses and diseases wantonly. Come on, Mortarion, become my child and the prince I am most proud of!"

"Spreading viruses and diseases wantonly? Nurgle, you are still a naughty boy." Mortarion shook his head and laughed. His dark eyes like his father never moved away from the demon prince in front of him, always looking for him. Possible weaknesses and flaws, "I think you don't understand it at all."

Snape, who was possessed by Nurgle's consciousness, was slightly startled: "Understand? What do you understand?"

"The reason why I used my talents to create massive amounts of poisonous gas and germs, and even risked my life, was to capture the four minions of you evil gods from the subspace as petri dishes..."

Mortarion's eyes were sharp, and the vibration frequency of the metallic-glossy insect wings behind him suddenly increased significantly, piercing through the defense line built by the ruined prince with countless proliferated internal organs and limbs, and the huge scythe he raised deeply penetrated the head. The heretic's chest almost cut it in half from the right side!

In the midst of the rotten blood and pus that was splashing all over the sky, Mortarion swung his scythe to shake off the dirt on his blade, and said sternly: "...just to use them to benefit mankind, you idiot!"

"Stubborn child..."

Seeing that words could not corrupt Mortarion, this ray of Nurgle consciousness immediately left Snape.He did not dare to stay in the real universe for too long, because the cold sun burning blazingly in the subspace would definitely take the opportunity to burn the garden he had cultivated so painstakingly into ashes of death, and might even add that thief to his crucible. Curry for life!

Snape's consciousness returned to his body, and he was not aware of the brief gap in his memory. He screamed at the first moment, covered the huge wound running through his body, and cursed Mortarion: "You heartless white-eyed wolf, is this how you treat the teacher who teaches you knowledge?!"

"Teacher - Snape, this is the last time I call you teacher." There was no flinch or hesitation in Mortarion's eyes, and the Scythe of Night assumed a standard harvesting posture beside him, " I am very grateful to you for teaching me these 13 years. Now, please go to death."