Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

The pure white Tower of Sins towers into the sky, with milk paint mixed with milk, honey and spices applied to every inch of its surface.Although this sacred white paint cannot withstand wind and rain, and a lot of money and manpower are spent on repairs every month, the holy brilliance it reflects in the sun greatly sets off the majesty of the King's Hall.

In this continent with numerous principalities and constant wars, the Tower of Sin stands aloof in the flames of war. No country is qualified to launch a war on the land of the King's Hall, because that means that the king cannot when he ascends the throne. Be blessed by the gods.

The Holy See once believed in the King of the Four Directions, who represented wind, fire, earth, and water, but now the popes have labeled magic and the King of the Four Directions as heretical beliefs.Today, believers believe that the eagle is the messenger that connects the earth and the sky and can lead the souls of the dead to fly to heaven.

Therefore, for the past hundred years, what has stood on the top of the Confession Tower is an eagle-shaped platinum cross with spread wings and trailing spiral tail feathers.

The sun reflects on this piece of precious metal, which is enough to buy a principality. It shines on the scorched earth ravaged by the war, on the smelly refugee camps around the Tower of Sin, and on those whose limbs have been twisted and tied to the spokes. , the mutilated corpses of those who died in the wheel torture.

These corpses were all civilians who came to seek refuge. They only showed their experience and skills in making fire or digging water. Some women were even beaten as heretics and witches by the knights of the Holy See and tortured just because they could read and write. After being tortured, he was executed on a wheel.

"Why is that?"

"Master Pastor, this is a rule set by the Holy See and has been like this for hundreds of years."

"It's always been like this, isn't it right?"

"This...Old man, I am just a veteran farmer. I don't understand what you mean..."

"..."

A thin horse with sparse hair pulled a cart carrying grain and grass, creaking through the refugee camp that exuded the stench of decay.On both sides of the road, many unkempt and half-clothed men and women poked their numb faces out of their tattered tents and looked at the wicker baskets filled with rye and corn on the carts, with undisguised greed.

But when a flash of white appeared in their sight, those greedy eyes full of hunger and desire were retracted like an electric shock.The refugees fell to their knees silently, as if out of reflex, and buried their faces in the dirt.

This color is exclusive to the priests of the King’s Hall!They untouchables have no right to tarnish that pure white fabric with their eyes!

Moreover... even if they seek food and water from the priest of the King's Hall, they will only receive severe and fierce whippings.The priest will ask them why they do not maintain their devout faith. If they maintain their devout faith, why do they feel hungry and thirsty? If they feel hungry and thirsty, it means that their faith is not devout enough!

In that case, a few whippings would be considered light. If the pastor is in a bad mood, he will definitely be slapped with a pointed hat representing "heresy", pulled into the Tower of Sin and tortured severely, and in the end he will not be beaten. To cut off the limbs and tie them to a wheel was to be burned at the stake in public.

Rather than die miserably like that...it would be better to continue to linger...

Ohm looked away from the outside of the car and no longer forced the trembling old coachman to answer his question. Instead, he said to Gus deep in the car: "Do you think there is really a god in the world?"

The old coachman covered his ears in horror and did not dare to continue listening.Gus stared obsessively at his mechanical left arm that flexed and stretched as he pleased, feeling that his body was stronger and tougher than before.This question caused a flash of burning hatred in his eyes, and he said without raising his head: "Yes, but he will be killed by me sooner or later!"

The sudden tightening of the reins made the thin horse neigh. The old coachman clasped his hands together in fear and shook his hands continuously. With a trembling cry, he said to Ohm: "Master Priest, I really can't carry you anymore. This is away from the Tower of Sin." It’s not far away, please be kind and get off the bus with your servants!”

If such rebellious words were heard by other pastors, even he, the listener, would have his ears cut off and his eyes gouged out. Finally, his skin would be peeled off and he would be beaten and walked around until he died!

"It's been really hard on you along the way, old gentleman."

Ohm didn't force anything, he just reached out and gently touched the No. 13 wicker basket filled with corn in the carriage, and said to the old coachman: "If you work hard, you will be rewarded. I left you the fare in it." , I hope you and your granddaughter can live a stable and peaceful life. Come on, Gus, Buck."

The old coachman watched blankly as the white-robed priest and the black-robed swordsman stepped off the cart. There was a faint sound like the flapping of insect wings in the air, but his dim eyes could not see anything flying by.

Maybe it's just a bug, the coachman thought vaguely, his mind in confusion.

He didn't even know how he drove the car to the Tower of Sin to deliver the food, and how he returned to his hut with a car full of empty wicker baskets.It wasn't until he saw his granddaughter running out to greet him with a smile that the old coachman suddenly remembered the words of the white-robed priest and hurriedly found the wicker basket that was supposed to be empty.

I saw that there seemed to be a small spring hole opened at the bottom of the basket, and corns poured out continuously.The old coachman poured and poured, filling every clay pot in his house with corn, but the food in the wicker basket showed no sign of decreasing.

+ If you work hard, you will be rewarded. +

The white-robed priest's words echoed in his ears, as if thunder exploded in the old coachman's mind. He quickly pulled his little granddaughter, who was happily holding corns, to kneel down in the direction of the Sinking Tower.

He clasped his hands together and opened his mouth. For a while, he didn't know what to call the being in the white robe. But with a flash of happiness, muddy tears came from the corners of the old coachman's eyes, and he loudly said: "Praise ...Emperor!"

The little granddaughter looked at her grandfather in confusion, clasping her hands together in the same manner, her chestnut eyes flashing with longing: "Praise the Emperor!"

……

"Are you exuding your boring sympathy?" Gus said dissatisfiedly as he pulled his boots out of the muddy road.

"There are so few things I can do for others, so I try not to miss any opportunity." Ohm replied with a chuckle.The hem of his white robe was plated with the scarlet of life, and the style was very different from that of the priest of the King's Hall. However, the refugees in the refugee camp still hid in fear, and the white color had left too deep a shadow on them.

"There are so many people here..."

Buck was flying in the sky, and the tents set up by the refugees were like diseased mushrooms, extending infinitely in all directions with the Tower of Sin as the center.As long as the war continues, the refugee camps will continue to expand.The dirty, dark, unkempt people are more stiff and numb than ants. The dirt on their faces and their hopeless expressions make them look like identical clay sculptures.

In the deeper dark corners, theft, robbery, rape... The King's Hall only cares about the piety of faith and does not care about the sins inflicted on individuals.From time to time, a scream and howl pierced the lifeless atmosphere, like ice breaking on the dark lake.

Looking for someone here is like trying to identify a drop of water in the ocean, the hope is extremely slim.

Casca, you're here, right?

The closer he gets to the Tower of Sin, the more violent Gus's mood swings become, not only because he will be judged here, but also because the person he has been thinking about for the past few years is here!

The more he witnessed the evil here, the more he wanted to find her immediately so that he could make up for the consequences of not protecting her back then and protect the only woman he loved deeply!

"You have a way, right?" Gus looked at Ohm who was walking side by side, with a hint of pleading in his voice.

"Yes, but-"

"——The Countess Aïs is here! All you untouchables, get out of the way!"

Ohm's words were interrupted by high-pitched ritual music, and a cavalry team with bright armor was seen, escorting a luxurious carriage pulled by eight tall horses, rolling over from the road ahead.The knights waved their swords casually on horseback, watching the untouchables who had no time to dodge being slashed with deep visible bone wounds, with twisted smiles on their faces.

"Looks like we have trouble that needs to be sorted out beforehand."

Ohm's smile disappeared, and he said to Gus indifferently: "Please stop this carriage."

"You're really good at summoning people, you guy."

Gus's single eye was burning with violent anger. He turned the palm of his left arm down to reveal the spiral-patterned barrel of the gun. He stared closely at the coat of arms on the carriage and roared in a low voice: "Fuck it again. Noble! Go to hell!"

boom!

Explosive bombs roar!