The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Above the miserable gloomy sky, the tiny human mage stood on the floating island surrounded by many gates, looking up at the chaotic eyeballs floating in the depths of the universe, the billions of cold stars, the countless sad black vortexes, stretching out The smooth and slender arms and feet, every time they are stirred, fine foam will rise.

When the bubble burst, a fetal egg of the family fell. They were blown by the wind and grew in the atmosphere. When they fell into the sea, they were already mature and launched endless attacks on the North Sea Ghost.

The tide of destruction that surged from all directions subsided when it reached the floating island. No matter whether it was the high temperature that burned the mountain peak, the thunder that pierced the vacuum, the cold air that froze the steel, or the shadow that swallowed the material, none of them could pass through the wall surrounded by the gates. wall.

Hermaeus Mora looked down coldly. In his beautiful and gloomy alien plane, only a touch of azure blue light was so dazzling and eye-catching. The clear blue that seems to come from the sky of another world, the clear blue that makes people feel happy, gathers on the floating island and dyes it into a blue star.

The vast malice of the chaotic universe cannot submerge Blue Star in the slightest.

Flickering as ever, never changing.

"Outsider, you can't defeat me in Apokofa (alien code). Pay the price for your arrogance." Hermaeus's whisper echoed in the atmosphere, "Although you have divinity, you are willing to trap yourself in a mortal body , Can that weak and lowly structure protect your soul? I have already smelled the fear and sadness emanating from this flesh and blood, oh, the mind of a mortal is like an origami castle, which cannot withstand wind and rain.”

Tentacles waving intertwined, like a sophisticated weaving machine, projected the scene of doomsday in the depths of space, those lost histories in countless world reincarnations, the collapse of ancient cities, the destruction of mortal kingdoms, the bloody acts of cannibalism, The absurd and shameless adulterous style, the depraved tragic death of innocent children, the desolate sigh of the hero's end...all the tragedies that have happened, will happen, and even are happening in the world are presented on the giant screen of the universe.

A mass of sorrow, pain, nauseating, too much for a mortal mind to bear a glance.

Hermaeus's whisper is like the nightmare of doom: "Fall into nothingness, abandon your moral code, and erase your ridiculous humanity. Immerse yourself in the warm and comfortable nothingness, and you won't be hurt."

Linde closed his eyes for a while. Mora, an old clapper who didn't talk about martial arts, found that magic attacks couldn't help him, so he started to engage in mental attacks. In any country with a sound legal system, the images he showed are enough to kill him for five hours, but these events are indeed the real history, the cruelest part.

Mora's laughter was even more "sweet". In his thick and lazy tone, his teeth were as sticky as a piece of poisonous nougat, "Outsider, look at you, a vulgar life without nutrition, your kindness Not pure enough with evil, bid farewell to innocence, but not yet embraced cruelty, which is why you feel pain when you witness the darkness of these worlds."

"Low-level speaking skills, Mo La, don't give me any philosophy of life, you are just a bunch of tentacled monsters, and you don't understand people's hearts."

Standing surrounded by many doors, Linde attracted the divine power of the Eye of Magnus, so a band of light floated out from each door, surrounding his body. The forked wand that followed him through turned into a scepter, easily carrying the eternal divine power, as if it should be so.

Linde's scepter pointed at the tentacles fluttering in the deep sky.

[Tarantella Dance]

So tens of thousands of tentacles stretching tens of thousands of kilometers began to dance enthusiastically.

A joyful mood echoed across the universe, and the tide of destruction began to turn into fireworks.

This is the power of the spell. The pleasant tarantella dance makes the incarnation of the demon god dance involuntarily, and the complex and lively dance steps make the tentacles entangled and knotted, so it is impossible to project those restricted-level horror pictures.

Furious, Mora cursed in a low voice, "Stupid bastard!"

Linde raised the scepter again.

[Eye Curse]

Mora's eyeballs burst, and he roared in a low voice, deprived of vision in his own domain.

Linde gently pressed the door-shaped imprint on the back of his hand, and the surrounding doors felt the resonance, and began to split, project, and proliferate rapidly.

In the vast deep space, majestic gate phantoms rise up like planets, staggered high and low, layer upon layer, like a deep blue forest stretching tens of millions of light-years.

The library tower's engulfment of the canonical domain has begun.

...

On the pitch-black sea, the steel ship galloped towards the island surrounded by dragons.

The warships of the Mora Familia continued to emerge, and the demons fell from the foamy hotbed of the sky like an endless storm. The wake of the elements of destruction is still falling, and the aftermath of the battle in the sky, every fall on the sea is a huge beam of light that spans several miles, and the sea is like a roar.

Simply these aftermath brought even greater losses to the Mora family.

The enchanted cannons were fired again and again, and the turbines were running at full speed. Broken soul stones piled up in empty buckets, overflowing and scattered all over the place.

The sailors of the North Sea Ghost were running on the violently shaking deck, and the warehouse manager shouted at the control cabin: "Our soul stone reserves have bottomed out!"

Briarina gritted her teeth, "Then do it now, these Daedras are enough anyway."

Dumbledore said, "Give me a blank Soul Stone. I can make a copy now."

Lady Moon Shadow's voice was still clear on the deafening battlefield, "Dumbledore, use the Azura Star."

The old mage knew it well, he had already figured out how to use Azura's Star.

"Someone needs to help release the dementor trap."

Brerina volunteered, "I'll do it."

She released the dementor trap towards the Daedra demons swarming on the sea. As they died, their souls floated to the North Sea Ghost. Dumbledore held up the star of Azura to accommodate the powerful souls of the demons.

The old mage waved his wand and pressed it on the energy-filled Azura Star, using [Legiliency], and the soul energy was drawn out like ribbons, and linked to the steam turbine and the enchanted artillery following his guidance.

The Star of Azura seemed to be a real star, emitting silvery brilliance.

Continuously sucking free souls and releasing them continuously, as a powerful repeater, guaranteeing the battery life of Beihai Ghost.

With the Star of Azura, enchanted weapons are like a perpetual motion machine on the battleship, which will never run out.

The abundant soul energy put the enchanting machine into overload, and Ms. Moon Shadow said loudly: "Forward four!"

Alania's tone was tense, "It will hit me!"

"No, it won't."

In the sea area ahead, a wake of elements falling from the sky smashed down, like a giant pillar entering the water, and wiped out hundreds of Daedric warships in an instant. In front of the huge wake, the steel ship was just a swaying wave on the top of the pond. Grass seeds, and the sea waves impacted by this wake also hit head-on like a mountain peak.

"It's about to hit!" Lydia, who was fighting alongside the Dragonborn on the deck, yelled.

Neros' brass armor jumped out of the sweeping wake. The armor was completely red, and most of the exhaust pipe on the back was melted. He landed on the deck of the North Sea Ghost, turned around and looked at the huge waves, and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

"It's too late to hide."

The moment the huge waves crashed, a blue door thousands of miles high suddenly opened, and the Ghost of the North Sea roared and passed through the portal. In the next moment, it arrived at the bay of an island, leaving the battlefield of Daedra in the tens of thousands of miles. Miles away, the crew cheered as they narrowly escaped death.

At this time, the roar of the dragons resounded through the sky, bringing everyone back to reality from joy. Everyone gathered on the deck and looked around.

They arrived at their destination, and the man riding the dragon looked down from the sky, and Mirak had been waiting for a long time.

The dragonborn soaked in seawater spat salty spittle, raised his sword and shouted to the sky: "Hey! You, Mirak, it's time to pay the debt! Hand over your dragons! We can forget the past!"

What answered him was a scorching breath of the giant dragon.