Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Through this small golden portal, Ohm could see the jungle exploding like a pile of firewood. The number of Thunderhawk transport aircraft and Spike Lightning fighter jets circling in the sky was even greater than that of birds. Promethium missiles were among the green skins. The bursting light can even make the midday sun in the sky look particularly bleak.

There are not only Ultramarines on the battlefield, but also the White Scars who are as fast as Phantoms. These Astartes who pursue the ultimate speed of ground vehicles drive highly modified heavy armored motorcycles and use tires with sharp blades to travel across the green. A road paved with blood was carved out of the skin craze.

These skilled riders have perfectly inherited the talents of Jaghatai Khan, and they are so well adapted to the motorcycle spirit that they can even release their hands on the handlebars, swing their power scimitars while shooting with extremely accurate blast pistols.

The orcs with split heads and their exploded chests are the best proof of these riders.

Even if the greenskins tried their best to surround these white lightnings, what they faced was not an Astartes and a motorcycle, but an Astarte driving a motorcycle that transformed into a Centurion armor. Tate!

The muzzle and powerful servo joints extending from under the armor plate, as well as the ball-shaped misty void shield, will teach these greenskins why they cannot disturb the white scars' joy of racing.

At the edge of the jungle, the battle sisters and the mortal troops formed an insurmountable iron wall. The green-skinned tribes rushing out of the jungle were like waves, hitting the iron wall again and again, but they would eventually be defeated. The overwhelming barrage of shells and heavy laser guns shattered into a bubble of disillusionment.

Commissar Yarrick did not hide in the trench, but stood proudly on his exclusive poison blade "Fortress of Pride", completely exposing himself to the enemy's sight.

The resolute face of the middle-aged man was harder than iron, and the remaining single eye revealed the fierceness of an eagle. His already hoarse throat kept roaring orders and prayers, firmly condensing the morale of the entire position. Together.

The greenskins discovered that whenever the one-eyed dragon wearing a big-brimmed hat roared loudly, destructive artillery fire would fall on them. These orcs shouted in fear between the shellings: "Old One-Eyed is coming. Destroy us!"

Seeing that the morale of the orcs was weakening, Commissar Yarrick was the first to rush out of the battle line, holding the machine spirit Dayue's bolter in one hand and the whirling and roaring chainsword in the other hand. The sounds of both could not cover his roar. : "Forward! Forward! Follow behind me! Fight for the empire and for humanity!"

The brave performance of the political commissar inspired every soldier. The mortal auxiliary army roared out of the trenches. Behind them were the iron-like armored troops. Above them were the battle nuns with metal wings on their backs. The magnificent hymns and prayers were compared. The sound of guns and cannons is louder, they are fighting under the protection of gods!

Celestine cut across the green-skinned battle lines, and the heavy flamethrower in her hand rained death on these aliens. The purity mark on the nun's power armor fluttered in the wind, and the parchment filled with holy words rustled in the strong wind.

The Battle Sisters, this force composed purely of female Astartes, fully demonstrated the bravery and bloodiness of mankind. After the fuel of the jetpacks behind them was exhausted, the Battle Sisters all took the initiative to land in the center of the Orc tribe, using their There was a wave of blood on his arm.

They are not caged birds, they are flowers of steel.

Under the influence of the example, the mortal soldiers rushed to kill the orcs like crazy. It didn't matter if the energy of the laser gun in their hands was exhausted. They pulled out the monomolecular bayonet and high-explosive fragmentation grenade from their waists, and chopped down the aliens in front of them with incomparable courage. Their filthy blood is a pure and noble baptism for themselves.

Some orcs were clever and tried to go around the side of the tank to destroy the tracks, but the giant mechanical hand extending from the turret directly grabbed them from the ground and crushed them into a puddle of indistinguishable shape.

Amidst the sharp war horns like cracking leather, the upper body of the armored vehicle began to split and change. Countless machines were exposed from the inside, and were covered by the moving armor in an instant.

On the chassis of the tank, there stood a humanoid upper body made of steel. A single scarlet eye flashed out from the auspicious device, scanning all directions along the slide rail.

This form made the machine soul lodged in the tank extremely comfortable. Raindrop-like ammunition shot out from dozens of gun barrels around it, splashing wantonly into the jungle.

In the face of such a head-on attack, the number of orcs was reduced rapidly. Even the warlike greenskins were frightened by the murderous intention burst out by humans, and they hurriedly fled towards the jungle behind them, as if The heavy shadows cast by trees can provide them with protection.

Political Commissar Yarick spit out a mouthful of blood on the ground, raised his hand to straighten his big-brimmed hat, nodded to the battle sisters, and shouted to the soldiers: "Follow Commander Finley's order and burn down the entire forest! Don't let go." Get past even one alien!"

The forest burned down, but under the influence of magic potion, it will soon grow back.

But if these damn orcs were released, then Yaric would want to shoot himself.

Seeing that the battle situation here was stable, Ohm turned his attention to Fiorina.

Deep in the jungle stand ancient pyramid ruins. On the obsidian steps that stretch for thousands of meters, there are countless corpses of lizard men. Their flesh and blood were either torn apart by some kind of scorching sharp blade, or were shot by powerful kinetic energy weapons. The body was blown to pieces.

Every inch of the steps was soaked with lizard-man blood, and a thrilling red was revealed in the darkness.

Fiorina walked in this sea of ​​​​blood and corpses that she had created herself. The bolt pistol was filled with light green smoke, and the Flame Blade, which had killed nearly ten thousand enemies, was still as clean as new.

Lifting her foot and stepping on the chest of the lizard man elder, Fiorina gently pressed the tip of the long knife against the alien's throat and asked gently: "Do you still dare to despise humans?"

The scales were burned to pieces by the high temperature of Gubrai's Immortal Fire, and a smelly gray smoke evaporated. The severe pain made the lizardman elder tremble all over. He shook his head hurriedly, and said in a voice similar to the croaking of a frog: "I don't dare anymore, no more." I don’t dare anymore! We, the lizardmen, are willing to join the empire, become glorious legal demi-humans, and serve the emperor until we die!”

"Oh~ so good and obedient~"

Fiorina smiled like a successful prank: "But unfortunately, the lizardmen who I killed all the warriors and adults are no longer worthy of being conquered and used by the empire."

As soon as he said this, the lizard man elder's eyes widened in shock: "You——"

The Flame Blade passed through the alien's throat coldly, and a touch of warm red splashed on Fiorina's white cheeks. The tip of her pale pink tongue licked the blood that fell to her mouth, giving it a fishy and salty taste. What lies within is sweet victory.

Fiorina raised the bolt pistol as steadily as a machine, pointed it at the lizardmen, old women and children hiding inside the pyramid, laughed and pulled the trigger.

Outside the pyramid, Lance Sanx hovered in the sky, chanting ancient Orc's stern incantations.

As thunder exploded in the sky, she threw a thunder spear like a divine punishment at the tents and totems of the Lizardman tribe, completely annihilating the evidence of the existence of this civilization in the lightning.