The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Ileko's nursing room.

The belated young soldier Val looked at the piles of corpses in the command room and corridor, trembling all over.

When the battle happened, he was recovering from his injuries in the corner of the classroom. Although Paladin used holy power to heal his wounds, Val still felt that his body was too good. The strength of the foreign woman of the same race was comparable to that of a crazy Neogi monster. It made him sore all over. As it happened, I didn't want to move around, lest I get another round of scoldings and insults from the training officer.

So at that time, when the trainer and the Ardent summoned the young warriors to go for reinforcements, Val was left behind. He only heard a burst of rapid and fierce shouting, which rang intermittently for a while, and then there was dead silence - shocking silence.

By the time he followed the sound and came out to check, the matter had long been settled.

Apart from him, the only survivors in the entire nurturing room were a group of children who had not yet reached sexual maturity.

"Those damn strangers are unforgivable!" The speaker was a boy with a reckless face. He took out a dagger and a crossbow from the pile of corpses, and checked the weapons skillfully and smoothly, exactly like a qualified professional soldier.

Inspired by this boy, other children were also eager to try. Githyanki children have no fear of death, they are taught from birth to be loyal to her Majesty, so death can be a sweet gift to them.

Val watched helplessly as these children organized themselves. The reckless boy who took the lead even named himself the temporary commander. He was impressed by this child and laughed at Val's weakness in the classroom.

If the child was an orphan raised in the family, then Val would believe that he could take revenge, because the story is written in this way. The orphaned avenger is calm and mature, which is completely in line with the characteristics of the protagonist of the drama.

But there were too many children present, a dozen or so. The killing machines produced in batches in the production line had no special personalities or origins, so they could not be treated as protagonists.

"Don't be impulsive." Val said excitedly, "Idiot! Those strangers are not something you can challenge."

His mind is far more perfect than that of a child, and he can easily reconstruct battle scenes from the signs of injuries on corpses and environmental damage.

"Those strangers harnessed fire and lightning, brandishing spears and swords. Centurion Sezern didn't even have the power to fight back. You can't take revenge. Leave the nurturing room quickly and find a place to hide until I contact you!"

"Coward Val, you are older than us, we obey your military orders, so what are you going to do?"

Val didn't hesitate, "I'll go find those strangers." He smiled, nervous but calm.

The teenagers looked at each other, then raised their heads and said: "Vlaakis, Val, you are not a coward."

"Let's go quickly. The Ireko Nursery is over. Protect yourselves. May Orpheus... bless you."

To ensure that all the new generations in the nurturing room escaped from this whirlpool of killing, Val hesitated for a moment and began to look for the corpses.

The strangers were very picky and did not search for a large number of standard weapons and equipment. In fact, they could all be sold for money. The forging process of the alien fighting nation was quite delicate and mature, and they were also expensive as commodities. However, the adventure team only took away magic equipment and supplies, apparently because they disliked the cumbersomeness of standard equipment.

Val's hand that was pulling at the pile of corpses was suddenly grasped, and the blood-stained cold palm was as strong as an iron pincer. He was startled, the dagger at his waist suddenly jumped into his hand, and his body took a defensive posture. But then he relaxed and shouted the man's name helplessly: "Koku!"

Cultivator Koku is a scholar-like figure with white hair and white beard. His white hair is dyed red with blood, and it looks like a bloody dandelion - a plant native to Faerûn that does not exist in the Astral Sea.

Koku's life is like a dandelion in the wind, about to drift away.

"You!" He hissed with difficulty in his throat, "Go and protect...the egg, the last one...put on my boots and be careful of traps..."

The Githyanki have adapted themselves to lay eggs and reproduce, always hatching their eggs in batches so that the new generations are all the same age and are easier to train into a standard army.

One of the eggs in this batch hatched so late that Centurion Sezion even considered destroying it, but it was Koku who insisted on keeping the egg.

Even in the coldest military legal system, there are people who care about the true future of the ethnic group.

"Promise me!" the foster officer shouted ferociously.

Before Val's hesitant words could be spoken, Koku breathed his last breath, the blood in his hair solidified, and the dandelions flew away. The entrustment from a dead person is the most shameless, and there is no room for rejection.

The foreigners do not mourn the death of the marauders, nor the Yankees weep at the elimination of the weak. But Val felt a strange emotion. The muscles in his chest and ribs were slightly sore, as if something invisible was sobbing.

The worried Val swallowed his saliva to moisten his dry throat. He peeled off Koku's boots and put them on his feet. The hatching pool is full of acid and traps. Without these acid-proof magic boots, your feet will be burned.

The last of us walks through a pool of booby-trapped acid to scoop up a Gith egg half-submerged in the acid.

Githyanki eggs are so large that even an owlbear's eggs appear dwarfed in size. It is like a translucent emerald with many raised lines on its surface. It is as heavy as a stone and feels like it to the hand.

Val laughs at himself that he is a coward after all, but what's wrong with holding back to protect future generations? This is kindness and compassion, precious emotions.

A spiritual wave from the depths of the nurturing room swept across this underground space.

[Come here... take the egg, Val, to the temple...]

"who?!"

The voice echoing in my heart was gentle and calm, like an old friend I hadn't seen for many years.

[Don’t be afraid, Val, Mother Gith is watching you... Come to me... You have to pass through the corpse’s command room, the decadent stone bridge, through the open door, and then through the astral portal... to arrive. Come before me...]

Val shook his head and said, "No, no, I want to protect this egg."

[Ah, you did the right thing, protect it, don't let Vlaakis's lies poison its heart, come on...]

"Who the hell are you?! Why are you talking to me telepathically!"

[I am me, you will witness with your own eyes, one third of a lonely prisoner, and you will bring the egg to carry the other third...]

A thunderbolt seemed to flash in Val's mind, and the mysterious voice informed him of his existence through a spiritual link.

Then he saw a blue comet streaking across the sky, and the Gith man standing on the comet.

"Orpheus! Orpheus!" Val shouted, running towards the church like a child chasing a comet.

The man who rode the comet laughed, and in a single moment the sorrow of centuries was dissolved. (End of chapter)