Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Voldemort's two slit-like noses were widened, and he held his chin high, trying to show contempt for the Raven Guards around him.

But due to the huge height difference between the two, after he made this action, it made him look more like he was sending his throat to the swords of the Astartes, while he was looking up. These cold giants crave mercy and forgiveness.

The Dark Lord looked at Corax's inky eyes, and twisted his thin lips into a sarcastic smile: "Do you think you have convinced me? Idiots, you don't understand the power of magic at all! Help me give that little emperor Let me tell you, I will repay him a hundred times the pain and humiliation he deserves!"

Apparate!

Voldemort waved the wand in his hand widely, wanting to leave this insidious ambush and trap with a victor's attitude.

but--

No matter how he activated the magic power in his body or recited the familiar spell in his heart, he could not open the crack in the cracks of reality!

Voldemort pointed his wand at Corax in disbelief and roared crazily: "Avada Kedavra!"

Still no effect.

Not to mention the fatal green light, there wasn't even a trace of sparks!

The magic has failed!

The Dark Lord's movements froze. His greatest reliance failed at this moment. This obviously could not be a coincidence. The only explanation was that the Empire had mastered the power of anti-magic!

Corax watched Voldemort's actions calmly, like a clown performing a burlesque mime in a circus.

magic?

ridiculous!

Not to mention that his father is the most powerful magician in the world, the empire has never stopped researching magic, a technology that clearly surpasses the level of contemporary scientific and technological explanations.

Regarding the issue of how to block the wizard's ability to apparate, a magic interference generator was developed early on and was installed in the power armor of every Astartes.

The Lord of Ravens said softly: "Sarojin."

The Astartes equipped with power gauntlets stepped forward in response, raised his hand and punched Voldemort's remaining arm to explode, and the yew wand fell to the ground amid the scattered blood, flesh and broken bones. Covered in plasma, it looks like an ordinary tree branch.

The Astartes named Sarrokin looked at Voldemort, whose arms were broken and his face turned blue. A sneer came from under the helmet of the raven-shaped power armor: "If the Emperor hadn't ordered you to be captured alive, you would have been me." The dead soul under the fist. Now, just be glad that you survived for a short time. Catch him!"

Several Raven Guards all took out the horrifyingly heavy shackles from the shrines on their waists, and smashed them heavily on Voldemort's body. They didn't even let go of his head, and directly used the cage-like, internally dissatisfied sharp shackles. Thorn's helmet was firmly cuffed.

Through the gap in his helmet, Voldemort watched helplessly as he himself, the most feared Dark Lord in history, was held under the arm by a Raven Guard like a cargo and walked into the golden portal.

At that moment when the golden light obscured his vision, there was only one thought left in Voldemort's mind:

It’s over.

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On the endless barren plain, countless jagged rocks are arranged, forming a staggered stone beach.

The heavy wind and sand blew freely in this space that lacked shelter, and the sand and gravel contained in it hit the stone beach, making a crackling sound like a heavy rain falling.

In this lifeless environment, hundreds of human beings of different shapes stand scattered.

Some of them look like ancient kings, some look like scientific giants, some look like witchcraft shamans, and some look like Buddhist monks.

These people are all different in gender, race, and skin color. The only thing they have in common is the reverent gaze they show when they look up at the being standing at the highest point of the rocky beach.

The man standing on the towering rock, wearing a high crown and a bow belt, black and rich clothes, twelve crowns on his face, and a majestic and extraordinary aura, he is——

Emperor Qin Shihuang.

He glanced at the people around him and said: "Everyone has arrived, so let us start today's topic. Everyone present must have received the message from the Lord. If you have any questions, you can ask them now. come out."

On the rocky beach, a simple knight wearing hemp clothes and a sword hanging from his waist raised his arms and asked loudly: "In today's world situation, the Sky Eagle Empire is the only one, and the strength of that emperor is even more powerful than everyone else's. It is obvious to all. What should we do to shake the foundation of this huge empire?"

"That's a good question, Mozi."

Qin Shihuang nodded slightly, indicating that Mozi could put down his arm, and said to everyone present: "I know that you all have doubts about this, and you are worried that your meager power will not be able to cause harm to the empire, but will instead cause harm to yourself and us. exposed.

"In this regard, I can only advise you not to focus on the powerful emperor, but to go deep among the people of the empire and vigorously promote anti-scientific, anti-common sense and anti-rational remarks to stagnate the development of the empire.

"As for the Emperor, he will have a direct confrontation with the Lord. His seemingly powerful strength is nothing compared to the power controlled by the Lord."

As soon as these words came out, there was silence in the crowd. After a short silence, an old man with cotton-like curly hair raised his arms: "In what way does the Lord intend to conquer the empire?"

"Culture, technology, strength." Qin Shihuang replied, "Einstein, I see distrust in the Lord from your eyes. I hope this is the first and last time. Please remember that everyone present, The Lord’s civilization surpasses human civilization in all aspects. In front of the Lord, we are just a group of ants crawling on the ground. We are existences that can be eliminated at any time. However, in order to strengthen your faith, I can show you part of the Lord’s civilization. strength."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dusky sky suddenly became gloomy, and a huge shadow moved slowly on the ground. However, there was no cloud in the sky. How could there be such a broad shadow?

Everyone looked up and saw thousands of spaceships suspended in the sky, covering the sky as far as the eye could see. Even though only blurry silhouettes could be seen from the ground, it was still daunting.

"This is the power of the Lord." Qin Shihuang said, "As we are talking, the Lord's spaceships have set off. They will quickly reach the earth through subspace jumps and completely destroy the declining and decaying human civilization. Comrade Guys, don’t forget our slogan: eliminate human tyranny, and the world belongs to the Three-Body Problem!”

Witnessing this indescribably spectacular scene, everyone present suddenly became excited. They raised their hands in the air and shouted loudly: "Eradicate human tyranny, and the world belongs to the Trisolaris!"

"Destroy human tyranny, the world belongs to three-body!"

"Destroy human tyranny, the world belongs to three-body!"

The slogans resounded on this deserted beach, and the humans present disappeared one by one. They sat up in reality, took off the technological goggles from their heads, and carried the idea of ​​sending human civilization to the end. The beautiful vision of entering the tomb begins a new one——

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Almost at the same time, there was a heavy knock on the doors of these people's rooms.

Just when they were still in shock, a low and solemn voice came from outside the door: "Open the door, the Heretic Tribunal."