Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

3 minutes ago.

The cultists moved unorganized among the villagers' houses, using axes and machetes in their hands to kill every living thing that appeared in front of them. Some cultists even did not hesitate to kill more prey in order to capture more prey. Kill your friends.

The villagers were so frightened that their livers and gallbladders were about to burst.They either screamed and ran away like headless flies, or they deceived themselves and hid in the cupboard, clasping their hands and praying to God to protect his lamb.

God is kind and does not see these sufferings.

So He closed his eyes and did not look at the world.

"Please...let my daughter go..."

The man who had been chopped in half held tightly to the muscular calf of the cultist who had cut off his face, his eyes fixed on the crying baby in the hands of the cultist.

"Let it go? Okay, let it go!"

The cultist with bulging eyes burst into laughter, pulled open the swaddling clothes in front of the man, and showed the fat, white, and crying little baby girl to the man: "This is the one you said you wanted me to let go of! "

As he said that, the cultist tore off the baby girl's limbs and swallowed them in his stomach in front of the baby girl's father. He inserted the remaining parts into the flagpole and laughed wildly: "Let it go! Let it go! I'll let it out! Hahahahahahaha Haha! It’s so cool!”

"You son of a bitch!" The man's eyes turned red instantly, and a force suddenly burst out from his remaining body, driving him to bite the cultist's thigh.

But the cultist just smiled maniacally, grabbed the man's head with one hand, and pulled out his spine along with it!

"Skull sacrifice to the skull seat! Blood sacrifice to the blood god!"

The blood-covered cultists screamed and jumped wildly, holding the man's lifeless head high, with the baby's body still stuck on the flagpole.

Chaos comes to the world, and goodness does not exist!

The sky closes its eyes and hell opens its doors!

There was a burning wooden house behind the cultist. He did not notice that a small gap was opened at the entrance to the cellar piled with debris beside the house. A pair of bright light brown eyes were staring at him with fire of hatred. back.

"Celestine, stop looking, come here quickly..."

The owner of the eyes—that is, Celestine—was pulled, and she had no choice but to retreat deeper into the cellar with the person who pulled her.

"How dare you, what if we are discovered! We will all be arrested and let those crazy people chop off our heads like Christmas turkeys!"

Even in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, Celestine could easily imagine how the annoying guy in front of him was dancing.

But there is no way, who makes this guy her brother.

There was a sudden explosion outside, and Celestine immediately stretched out her hand to cover the mouth of this annoying creature. After the only sound left outside was the sound of burning wood, she lowered her voice and said: "Sikariu Si, only a chattering guy like you can cause trouble!"

Sicarius shook his head and broke away from his sister's hand, and growled in a low voice: "Really? Don't forget who dug a passage directly to the cellar under the bed three years in advance. It was me! Sika! Liu Si!"

"Stop arguing!" A third voice sounded from the cellar, low and thick, as if it was the ground beneath your feet.

The two siblings immediately stopped talking, and the air in the cellar became quiet, but what became louder and louder was the gunfire outside the cellar!

You know, there are only a few elderly people in the entire village of Ottery-Saint Catchpol who still have gunfire in their homes, and the continuous gunshots outside obviously come from some kind of advanced firearms!

But...why is there still the sound of a chainsaw mixed in?

"There are many people outside, and there are many guns." The deep voice said, "Maybe the army sent people to rescue us."

"Please, Dad." Sicarius said dullly: "It doesn't matter that I have never joined the army. As a veteran who has returned from the army, do you still know the efficiency of our British government? No matter what is happening outside Who, since they can arrive in such a short time, it must not be the army."

The deep voice stopped talking.

"I'll go take a look." Celestine stood up neatly and walked towards the cellar door.

Rather than getting caught up in a harmless debate, it is more convenient to use your own eyes to confirm the facts for yourself.

Through the gap where the firelight flowed, Celestine widened her brown eyes. The sight in front of her was too bizarre for her.

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Still dozens of meters above the ground, Fiorina couldn't wait to jump off the hoverbike driven by Hermione.

The hydraulic joints of the power skeleton steadily resolved the impact, allowing Fiorina to immediately control the power armor to run into the area where the cultists gathered like a galloping horse, laughing and activating the replicas loaded on both arms of her power armor. The "Tearer" heavy bolter of the Soviet NSV heavy machine gun!

In an instant, thick bolt bullets poured out like a torrential rain, like two scorching iron whips, directly sweeping all the cultists left and right within Fiorina's sight into a cloud of blood mist!

A huge rectangular backpack was installed on the back of Fiorina's power armor. Two bullet chains protruded from the bottom and were connected to the tearers on the left and right arms, providing a steady stream of firepower for the crazy gray-haired dumpling.

Some fearless cultists wanted to cut off Fiorina's head from behind, but the crude weapons in their hands couldn't even scratch the ceramic armor plate on the surface of the power armor, so Fiorina used it instead. The long and thick barrel protruding from the lower part of her power armor's forearm crushed her head.

"Cool!"

Fiorina laughed wildly and pointed the gun at the cultists who came to support after hearing the gunshots. She happily pulled the trigger without any psychological burden from having killed someone.

Hermione, who was driving a hover motorcycle, did not choose to jump off to reap life like Fiorina. She nodded to Harry, who was also driving a motorcycle but with a different mission. She pushed the front of the motorcycle suddenly, dived down and started to rush back and forth on the street.

Under the helmet, her eyes were cold and ruthless, and the blade of mercy in her hand slashed left and right on the armored motorcycle, cutting off throats one after another, like a hunting goddess riding a deer through the green jungle.

Behind Hermione, a monster-like troop transport truck descended from the sky driven by a servitor.

Before it even landed, four champions wearing golden laurels and holding mkii "Great White Shark" chainswords quickly emerged from the cave-like deep carriage!

They are the seventh-year Hogwarts students who emerged from the fireplace of Diggory's house through Floo powder and volunteered to carry out rescue work!

Originally, Professor Messiah wanted to send the three guys called "Thunder Warriors" over, but he was stopped by an old man who was half human and half machine, saying that he wanted to "conduct an investigation" or something.

But that’s fine!We will use this opportunity to prove that we champions are the best warriors!

As for this troop carrier, Professor Messiah put it into his shrine and gave it to the servitor to carry it into the floo network.

The double-edged mk2 is much more difficult to control than the killer whale, but in the hands of these champions, the great white shark that dominates the ocean is simply more obedient than the little goldfish in the fish tank.

Even if these cultists rush towards the champions without fear of death, they can only turn into corpses everywhere amidst the roar of the chainsaws!

The champions pushed the power of the "Platinum Horse" type power armor to the extreme, dancing the chainswords in their hands at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye.Whenever the cultists heard the sharp whirling sound due to the high speed, their heads had already left their own necks.

The last to enter the battlefield were twenty seventh graders armed with bolters.

They came on foot, divided into five groups, and walked through every street in an orderly manner, either using bolt guns to kill the cultists who were still alive, or using magic revolvers to kill the villagers who were still alive. Save.

Fiorina shot wildly, and stopped laughing until there was no longer a complete person in front of her.

It was so good to cum tonight!

And just at the moment Fiorina ceased fire, a pile of broken corpses suddenly began to move...