Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

When Ildur came back to his senses, the only things that appeared in front of him were the giant beast with its body and head separated, and the lion king with dark purple blood dripping from his gloves, as if he would never have any mood swings.

There was a faint light shining in Leon's blue eyes. He was quickly digesting the memories and information obtained from the alien brain, and uniformly transmitting this information to his father, the true master of this planet and even the entire galaxy.

+I already know+

The master's low and calm words rang in his mind. The Lion King turned around and looked down at the Elf King who looked sad. He could clearly feel the sadness surging in the other person's heart. After all, the one who died at the hands of the Star Sea Federation was Ildor Thirty. one of the people.

If one-thirtieth... no... even if only one-thirty-millionth human being died at the hands of the Star Sea Federation, his father would turn into a scorching sun of destruction on the spot, completely destroying the life-or-death civilization opposite the Star Gate. Burn!

Putting his palm on Ildur's shoulder, Leon said in a deep voice: "Excessively intense emotions will only attract the attention of the evil god. It is your obligation as a citizen of the empire to remain calm and rational."

Hearing this, Apas, who had just woken up, couldn't help but whisper: "You are really good at comforting people, Your Highness..."

"This is a war, Apas."

The Lion King straightened up amid the buzzing sound of the servo joints of his power armor. His tone had no ups and downs: "A life-and-death war in which the country and species are destroyed. There is no extra space left for weakness and hesitation. Remember, one day Laxity leads to lifelong heresy.”

The Elf King breathed heavily, picked up the mithril dagger that fell at his feet, walked up to Palameo's vicious head, suddenly a ferocious look appeared on his face, and raised the dagger in his hand high. Inserted into the crushed head again and again!

Corrosive deep purple blood splashed on Ildur's hands and face. His skin instantly erupted with a puff of white smoke, and large ablation scars gnawed away at his handsome face. The ground was unrecognizable, but he didn't care.

All he wants is revenge!

When the mithril dagger stabbed the bone armor on the head that had not been crushed by the Lion King, the tip of the sword tilted away amid a clear metal trembling, and penetrated deeply into the beach.

Ilduo looked at the unscratched bone armor and the dull dagger in his hand. The muscles on his cheeks were clearly tattooed from under his skin, but his blue eyes suddenly became calm.

He threw away the scrapped weapon in his hand, turned around and said to Leon: "This war, this blood debt, the elves will personally repay!"

"The troops you have in your hands are too few." Leon put his hands on the hilt of the lion sword and said bluntly, "This is a collision between two civilizations. Only a strong man like my father can use it as an individual." We can compete with them. And the elves, with a population of only three thousand, are not even qualified to set foot on the frontal battlefield."

"His Highness wants you to cultivate your health and recuperate." Apas rolled the hair beside his ears with his fingers. "There are not many people left in the first place. If they continue to die, the citizens of the empire will only be in the museum in the future. Let’s visit the specimens of your elves.”

"Your Highness!"

Ildur raised his voice. He knelt down on one knee in front of the Lion King, took off the golden crown on his forehead, and put his hands above his head: "I am willing to give up the autonomy of the elves, just for a chance of revenge! The Golden Forest The death of the heir will require the enemy to use a thousand times more blood and pain to comfort the souls of the dead who have returned to Asuryan!"

silence.

Leon looked at the kneeling Elf King carefully, Ildur waited for the lion to make a decision, and Apas pursed his lips slightly.

The next decision the Lion King makes will likely determine the empire's attitude towards alien soldiers.As the king of the ocean and water, Apas has thousands of dragon descendants in the sea, and the fate of these subjects is controlled by the words of the man in front of him.

"There is no Asuryan."

Leon took away the golden crown from Ildur's hand, and between opening and closing the iron palm, he crushed it and the inlaid gems into scattered crystal fragments.

"Remember, Elf, there is and is only the Golden Throne in this universe, which is the final destination of the soul."

Apas breathed a sigh of relief. The lion's words had basically determined the empire's decision on the alien soldiers.You can have blood that is completely different from that of humans, but you can have no other faith than the Emperor.

This is of course no problem for the dragons. For the dragons who admire the strong, the emperor who can kill the Black King is obviously the strongest person in the world. It is very natural and natural to worship him. things.

+No need to fear, only faith+

The sudden sound made Apas stunned for a while. She looked directly at the cold and hot golden light for a moment, immediately lowered her head and performed the eagle salute, and murmured: "Praise for your power, Your Majesty."

And Ilduo's eyes wandered for a moment, and he immediately made up his mind.

Compared to Asuryan, who only exists in legends, the glorious sun walking in the world is undoubtedly a more worthy of belief.

At least in his more than ten thousand years, he has never seen Asuryan come to the world, but in just a few years, he has witnessed the rise of the God of All Machines.

Holding a fist with his left hand and placing his forearm across his chest, Ildur raised his head and looked directly into the eyes of the emperor's eldest son, and said solemnly: "I offer you and Your Majesty the loyalty of the elves. From now on, the children of the Golden Forest will only obey the orders of the empire. !”

Sheathing his sword, the Lion King nodded slightly, and while turning to leave, he said, "I want to get statistics on the current strength of the Elf clan within six hours. If you fail to do so, you will be punished as delaying the military flight."

Ilduo nodded heavily: "Yes, Your Highness!"

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Trisolaran galaxy.

The grueling battle (in the physical sense) continues, and the Trisolarans' research on weapons technology and protection technology has made explosive improvements in a short period of time.

The society that was originally as silent as a backwater also erupted with astonishing cohesion at this time, and they all turned against the army of death sent by the evil god outside the sky - the Emperor.

However, the more this happened, the more desperate the Trisolarans became.

Because they discovered that although the mechanical giants who called themselves the Cursed Legion could wipe out them within a standard Trisolaris sky, the other party has never done so. Instead, they continued to pull on the battle line, giving the people the idea that "you can win if you work harder" "Illusion.

Even if we have just developed a new type of weapon here, within a few hours, the Cursed Legion will develop immunity to the new type of weapon, and even apply the same technical principles to their weapons!

Most Trisolarans have understood that the evil god called "Emperor" intends to use this method to force themselves to participate in the arms race, so as to achieve the purpose of continuously absorbing advanced scientific knowledge.

They are a group of cows raised on Trisolaris. They eat bitter thorns and produce sweet and delicious blood milk.

Despair, as heavy, hard and cold as steel, enveloped the entire brainwave network like an invisible cage.