Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Red and purple light enveloped Holy Terra, and countless ferocious subspace rifts suddenly opened on the surface of this huge planet. Demons from the Palace of Joy and the Skull Plains emerged from them, and the two-footed Slaanesh running beasts and the violent blood Bronze-crushing bulls marched through the wide streets, the bloody tracks of the Skull Lords and the hoof-like feet of Slaanesh's Conquerors demolishing buildings like toys.

It sounds very desperate.

But what these demons will face are tens of billions of furious Imperial citizens on Holy Terra!

We humans haven't conquered the evil god's territory recently, how dare you brats come here to act recklessly under the Golden Throne? !

As the armored belts around the waists of the citizens of the empire were activated, and tens of billions of pure white lights shot up into the sky, the scattered eagle feathers of light condensed on people's bodies into thick, gorgeous, and cruel power armor.

Bolt rifles as thick as iron and power swords flashing with electric arcs were found in children's schoolbags, clerks' coat pockets, housewives' strollers, restaurant owners' stoves... and so on, which made the devil's mind wander. Pull it out from unexpected places and instantly complete the transformation from civilian to wartime conscript!

The workers, who wore extra hard hats on their power armor helmets, wielded thunder hammers and power pickaxes, holding combat accelerants specially provided by the Imperial Fists in their mouths, and gutted Khorne copper bulls in a simple and unpretentious way. Even though his belly was broken, he did not forget to open up a wide road for the construction machinery equipped with impact drills to run into the battlefield.

The teachers of Zhongsi Academy waved the pointers in their hands, leaving burning scars on the purple and pale skin of Slaanesh. The flashing psychic power on the pointers had the function of stripping away emotions. This made those who lived by desire The demons of Slaanesh were in agony.They also did not forget to assign homework to the students: "Based on today's practical experience, each person will write a paper on torturing the demon of Slaanesh, at least twenty feet. If I die, I will burn it to my machine soul."

In the multi-functional three-dimensional farm, the power fist wrapped in the decomposition force field blasted the chariot of Prince Slaanesh. The veteran of the Son of the People walked towards Prince Slaanesh who fell into the rice field with a grin: "Dare to touch the food sacks of the imperial people?" , I think you want to turn it into fertilizer!"

At this moment, human beings' chests emitted earth-shaking roars, and the simple military green power armor gathered into a raging wave, shouting the name of the emperor and sweeping towards the dependents of the evil god of subspace. Even those who were born less than thirteen days ago The babies (1.8 meters tall) swooped out and bit a vampire to death. With the physical fitness and fighting skills inherited from their parents, they wielded the vampire's sword to slaughter the emperor's enemies!

The demon army near the subspace rift suffered a heavy blow, and then the demon engines raging between the buildings also met their opponents.

The ground trembled endlessly, and the foundations of buildings rose up with billowing smoke and dust, revealing the magnificent mechanical figures below that were holding up the buildings - groups of tactical Titans only 120 meters tall!

The scarlet fire of the machine soul burned violently in the metal skull of the Titan, and the roar of the god's machine seemed to tear the sky apart. The most loyal descendants of the God of Machines were furious with the invasion of demons, and were carried on both arms and shoulders. The volcanic earth-shaking heavy cannon on its back spits out heavy projectiles hotter than purgatory, annihilating the invading enemies with the force of a swarm!

A 40-meter-tall war dog-level titan jumped anxiously on the edge of the battlefield. On his back was a colorful children's playground. Like the chirping little guys on his back, he also wanted to squeeze into this place quickly. A battle to kill demons.

Outside the atmosphere, the Imperial Fists Legion stationed in the Sun Star Domain drove the magnificent Phalanx Cosmic Fortress, using layers of firepower and impenetrable defenses to fight against the demon fleet emerging from the subspace rift.

In the bridge of the Phalanx, Rogal Dorn was surrounded by the original bodyguards. He stared at the heretic ships that the demons called the Ark of Omen from a distance, and his thick white eyebrows frowned tightly.As a blood descendant of the Emperor, the Lord of the Seventh Legion can sense similar but completely different supernatural fluctuations from these twisted nightmare-like creations.

It's like...a corrupted machine soul!

Is there any evil god in the subspace who has authority similar to his father?

Just as Rogal Dorn was thinking to himself, an emergency communication sounded in the bridge, and a low voice as free and uninhibited as the grassland wind and sand came from the loudspeaker: "Hey! Rogal! Am I late?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a pure white Glory Queen-class battleship, wrapped with bright red lightning and shaped like a sharp scimitar, tore through the barrier of reality and stabbed deeply into the side of the demon fleet with an extremely fierce and fierce attitude!

The flagship of the Fifth Legion's White Scars - the Bladestorm!

Its speed is so fast that it seems to have transcended the physical laws of the real universe. The psychic attacks and physical shells fired by the Omen Ark can only pass through the azure tail flames of the Blade Storm in vain, while she hits it with sharp adamantine. The horns opened a huge wound in the demon fleet's belly defense line that was constantly bleeding.

Until then, the other warships of the White Scars Legion had just finished their subspace voyage. They rushed helplessly and skillfully into the gap in the defense line opened by the flagship, divided the battlefield with exquisite wolf pack tactics, and then carried out reverse encirclement to defeat them one by one.

Looking at the Bladestorm having fun in the demon fleet, Roger Dorn connected the communication with Jaghatai Khan with a straight face: "You should come with Lorgar's No. 17 Legion."

"That kid is too lazy. I don't have the patience to wait for him." Chagatai's voice was accompanied by the sound of the rudder turning and a sharp whistle.

Rogal Dorn watched as the psychic attack of the Ark of Omen almost passed by the bridge of Blade Storm, and was then rammed through by the Glory Queen, the fastest ship in the empire.Chagatai Khan laughed loudly: "Ha! What a pleasure!"

Harsh psychic interference flooded into the circuits of the Phalanx and Bladestorm, and the holographic projection showed the great demon of Khorne wearing bat wings and horns. It roared at the Terra Guard and the Prodigy Khan: " Cursed blood descendant! I am the master of the demon fleet, do you know my name?!"

Jaghatai Khan was shocked: "What? Your mother didn't tell you? Oh, I'm sorry, your mother was killed by me. You must be the placenta I threw away, right?"

"When you die, I will name you." Rogal Dorn said firmly.

"Ahhhh!!! How dare you insult me! I am the Blood God's—"

Rogal Dorn directly cut off the psychic communication and handed over the Great Demon of Khorne to Jaghatai to deal with. There was a trace of anxiety in his eyes when he looked at Holy Terra.

The outcome of this war, as well as the survival of Holy Terra, ultimately depends on you, father...