Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Hogwarts Castle.

Draco forced himself to walk up to the eighth floor of the castle as naturally as possible, walking towards the Silly Barnabas Tapestry as if passing by.

He had just seen a large number of metal skeletons leaving Hogwarts Castle, and quickly took advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see if he had a chance to use the Room of Requirement.

The hard work paid off, and this time, Draco finally saw no longer the red copper door engraved with giants and flaming cauldrons, but a plain, featureless wall.

Draco couldn't help but feel happy. He finally had the opportunity to complete the task assigned to him by the mysterious man!

(Note: In the original book, the Room of Requirement can hide the entrance according to the user's wishes, but Ohm and the servitors do not need to be invisible to others, so I don't know this function.)

As long as he can find a statue of a wizard with a pockmarked face in the hidden room and obtain the crown on top of the statue, his parents can once again gain the attention and favor of the mysterious man!That way, your family can return to the top of the magical world!

This was something that Draco, who had been indoctrinated with the idea of ​​family glory first since he was a child, simply couldn't refuse.

He walked quickly to the Silly Barnabas Tapestry, and while trying to keep only "I need a place to hide things" in his mind, he walked back and forth three times.

After taking the last step, Draco suddenly turned his head to look at the wall. Sure enough, a wooden door that looked very old appeared there.

He hurriedly opened the door and walked in. What greeted him was a mountain of reclaimed debris. This complex maze built by students and teachers from all walks of life always revealed an atmosphere of post-modern deconstruction. Thousands of items abandoned by their owners were piled up to the ceiling.

Looking at the desperate number of items, Draco was dumbfounded and turned his head to look at the door of the Room of Requirement with a guilty conscience.

If a big metal man suddenly walks in, how should I explain it...

No, why should I explain? !I'm not entering their workshop to steal anything!Besides, my father is the school director, so I have the right to enter this room!

Although he felt more confident, facing the vast amount of debris, Draco, a young man who had never worked before, could only roll up his sleeves, lift up the hem of his robe, and search through it bit by bit...

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Deep in the forbidden forest.

Vulcan led four hundred servitors, carrying a large and square backpack on his back. His left hand kept pressing the pressure rod extending from behind his back to his waist, and his right hand held an atomizing spray gun. He was going to cure diseases like a diligent old farmer. The medicine was sprayed into the air of the Forbidden Forest.

The efficiency... is shockingly slow.

There was no way, because what they were carrying on their backs was really a pesticide spray gun enlarged and restored to the size of their servitor!

I would like to thank Hagrid for selflessly donating his pesticide spray gun as a reference object... although he himself is still drunk and sleeping soundly in bed and does not know about it...

"018 - I mean - Chapter Commander," Servant 499 beside Vulcan couldn't help complaining: "This is not an option! With our current efficiency, it will take years and months to infect the entire area. Has the area been cleared?”

"Don't worry 499, my processor has conceived a powerful weapon that can spray chemicals and flames from a long distance."

Vulkan patted the young 499's shoulder kindly, raised his voice and said to all the servitors, "What we have to do today is to isolate the entire infected area with medicine, and then some people will go back with me to conceive it." The weapons are manufactured. By tomorrow, we can easily clear the infected area and complete this task given to us by the God of All Machines himself! Brothers, supreme glory is waiting for our triumph!"

When they thought that they might be rewarded by the God of All Machines after completing the mission, the gears in the servitors' bodies were so excited that the gears in their bodies began to slip. They all raised the atomizer spray guns in their hands and shouted loudly: "Praise the God of All Machines. !Vulkan lives forever!"

Seeing that morale was available, Vulkan immediately asked the servitors to speed up their progress and strive to isolate the entire infected area before dark.

He can't wait to forge the weapon called the "melta gun" that is still in the drawing state in his processor, and fill it with promethium fuel refined with the alchemy array to burn something!

Just as the servitors were advancing steadily, the sound of galloping horses suddenly sounded from the trees.

It seemed as if something huge and heavy was approaching quickly.

Vulkan immediately woke up from the dream programmed by the processor. No matter what was approaching, he should immediately prepare for the worst and make the most rigorous preparations!

"Everyone is here, get behind me, defensive array!" Vulcan roared, taking off his adamantine dragon-headed sledgehammer from the card slot on his waist, "Get ready to fight!"

"Yes! Chapter Commander!" All the servitors responded in unison, taking off the Mki "Revenant" power hammer from the waist in a uniform movement, and quickly gathered behind Vulkan.

At this moment, huge Acromantulas rushed out of the overlapping woods one after another.

The eyes of these giant spiders glow with an abnormal yellow-green color, and slimy growths like octopus tentacles grow on their chitinous carapace, and their abdomens are inlaid with large green luminous crystals.

Each giant spider rides on the back of a dozen rat-men from the gray-haired clan armed with steel spears and covered with cysts. The backs of these disgusting creatures with naked tails are painted with bright red inverted triangle patterns and A square banner with a diseased rat head, a mouth full of sharp chisel teeth shouting: "Skaven! yes! yes!"

As for those countless low-status slave rats, they could only hold blades polished from scraps, hide in the gaps between the eight legs of the giant spider, and charge towards Vulkan and the others.

Behind the swarm of spiders that had obviously been eroded by the power of plague and disease, Vulcan saw from a distance a woman with long black curly hair wearing a long black dress and high and sharp cheekbones standing on the back of a particularly old giant spider. Pointing the wand in his direction, he looked up to the sky and let out a long, silent but sharp laugh.

Heh, she was obviously laughing at herself, who dared to use a mere [-] servitors to block her army of countless rats and spiders all over the mountains and plains.

so what?

The number of enemies is only a few hundred times that of yours!

Vulkan's head suddenly burned with blazing fire, and two thick black smoke spewed out from his nostrils.

No matter how big rats and spiders grow, no matter whether they master wisdom or not, it will never change the fact that they are lowly creatures that only deserve to live in sewers!

The troops he leads are the sons of the God of All Machines, the Angel of Death of Ohm Messiah, and he himself is the "Fire Dragon" Vulkan named by Him himself!

The servitor, who was much larger than his brothers, raised the adamantine hammer high in his hand, stared at the giant spiders that were about to rush in front of him, and shouted:

"The flames of war are our destination in this life, and killing the enemy is a sacrifice to the God of All Opportunities!

"Bros!

"Fighting is a prayer! Killing the enemy is loyalty!

"Follow my flames and pace, kill!"

Infused with psychic energy, the runes shine, and the dragon-headed giant hammer falls with a crash!

The fertile black soil of the Forbidden Forest instantly cracked under Vulcan's terrifying power, and a huge wave of psychic fire rose into the sky, vowing to burn everything in front of it into charcoal!

The attack of the spider swarm instantly stopped, and countless rats were turned into ashes in the raging flames.The Acromantulas, which had been transformed and deformed for a long time, were now completely out of touch with the rider's orders, rolling in pain in the flames, directly crushing countless fleeing ratmen to death, avoiding the pain of scorched skin and flesh.

It's so gentle, I cried to death.

"For the unfailing glory of the God of All Machines! Kill!"

The servitors took advantage of this opportunity and moved forward together.

The flames wrapped around their bodies welded with ceramic armor plates, turning into loyal armor and weapons. The giant hammer of the dead in their hands swung huge and powerful arcs, and each time the hammer faced these people stained with heresy. When a powerful creature comes into close contact, a ball of pale and hot psychic lightning will explode!

The Acromantula's proud thick carapace is unable to withstand this terrifying alchemical weapon. Even if the rat people's hands and feet are just brushed by the giant hammer, they will directly explode into a ball of blood mist!

Seeing that his army was rapidly depleting, the black-haired woman standing on the back of the old giant spider in the distance let out an angry scream, waving her wand like a whip, shooting out streams of deadly green light, driving Advancing with the army given by her master.

Her goal is to use warpstone to transform all creatures in the Forbidden Forest into weapons to attack Hogwarts. How can she stagnate because of this sparse group of metal lumps? !

They must be removed!

"Brothers!" Vulkan smashed a giant spider that tried to jump down from the tree to attack him with a hammer. He put the hammer stained with yellow and green spider blood on his shoulder and pointed in the direction of the woman with his other hand. Go, "Let us chop off the heads of the enemy generals as sacrifices to the Supreme Lord!"

"Forward! Forward! Forward!"

The servitors roared excitedly, and the giant hammer of the dead stirred up pieces of blood and brains like a storm.

The flames above Vulkan's head became more intense. He injected a large amount of psychic energy into the dragon-headed sledgehammer and swung the hammer violently against the ground again.

I saw dozens of pillars of fire rising into the sky from the center of the Rat Man army, forcibly burning a wide avenue of fire, leading directly to the enemy general!

Vulkan raised the hammer of the fire dragon high, raised his arms and shouted: "Kill the heretics! Dedicate yourself to my lord! All generals, obey the order! Charge with me!"

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Kingston stepped on the ground with his sheep's hooves, raised his soul-stealing spear and stabbed Ohm's chest, roaring: "You're kidding about your mother's dick! You are clearly a brat who hasn't been weaned yet! How dare you pretend to be a fool?" Who do you think you are, the God of All Opportunities? There is only one true God in the world, the Lord of Joy! Go to hell, you bastard!"

Ohm used his psychic energy to pick up 001's loyal skull and put it into the shrine. He calmly watched the huge sheep-headed man in front of him charging towards him, his eyes filled with blue aura as bright as stars: "Heretic man , bow your head to see me, and lead your neck to be slaughtered."

As these indifferent words floated in the air, Kingston suddenly felt an entire Alps crushing on his shoulders, instantly destroying his center of gravity as he ran wildly, and was forced to kneel on the ground and slide directly. Come to Ohm!

Even though it roared with grief and indignation and supported its body with four strong arms, the invisible and terrifying pressure forced him to lower his head inch by inch until his forehead was completely touching the ground.

From the side, it looks like it is begging for forgiveness from the young man standing on the giant sword like a god!