Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

In the Antarctic command room, the new head of state looked at the holographic projection, with the equator as the dividing line, the northern hemisphere covered in pitch black oil, and the war-torn southern hemisphere, and the population was declining every day. He couldn't help but look at the population that was declining every day. There was a sigh in the consciousness network: "I can't fight anymore..."

"Fight! We must fight! If we don't continue the fight, our civilization will perish sooner or later!"

Next to the head of state, the Trisolaran who held the position of general retorted immediately: "Our first batch of unmanned combat robots have been rolled out. They are all equipped with the most advanced weapon systems. They can definitely defeat the Cursed Legion. The offensive is completely defeated! Head of state, we are about to fight to the death, you must not surrender first!"

"Hit? Hit the fart!"

The head of state's furious consciousness stirred the entire consciousness network, causing the general and all the Trisolarans in the command room to tremble.

It pointed at the captured underground cities in the holographic projection and roared: "Haven't you discovered yet? Any mechanical object that is contaminated by even a drop of shimmering oil will be immediately corrupted by the Emperor and become his The most loyal soldiers under his command have become those dark monsters burning with fire!

"No matter what method is used to destroy those dark monsters, they will eventually be reborn under the shimmering oil! Completely, without any damage, reborn!!! As long as that emperor, that evil god, he is still watching us planet, we have no chance of winning!

"General, in this case, if you still send unmanned fighter jets to the front line, you are increasing the strength of our enemy! You are the sinner who pushed our civilization to the brink of destruction!"

The fierce words caused a large number of wrinkles and ripples to appear on the head's total reflection mirror skin, which are symptoms similar to shortness of breath and coughing in Trisolarans.

The fatigue of long-term command has pushed the head of state's body to the limit, and the excessive solar radiation in this chaotic era has further accelerated this process.

The general quickly picked up a small jar from the command table and sprayed the remaining water mist on the head of state's body. Watching the droplets being absorbed by the old Trisolaran in front of him, he asked desperately: "Then What else can we do?”

"...There is only one way left..."

The head of state used two flexible tentacles to support the command table and said heavily in the consciousness network: "Notify the Ministry of Science to start the 'Ark' project."

"Ark..." the general repeated the word tremblingly, "Führer, are you sure? This means that we will abandon this planet and most of the people, carrying only genetic information and some elite personnel, in the endless journey. Looking for a brand new planet with life in the universe!"

"This is the only way."

The Führer poured all the water from the small jar onto his body, but only the upper part of his head was wet.

It looked at the empty jar in its hand and let out a bitter smile: "Look, general, our Trisolaran civilization is just like this jar. It seems to be quite large, but in fact there is only a thin layer left. Empty shell. If we don’t make a choice, we won’t even be able to keep this empty shell, do you understand?”

"The head of state."

The general stared at the jar for a long time, and its consciousness gradually became firmer: "I understand. I voluntarily stay and fight with my soldiers until the last moment, until the moment the spacecraft takes off and passes through the atmosphere. !”

Stretching out his tentacles, the head of state smeared the water on his head on the general's dry and cracked head: "I will accompany you... The fleet rising into the sky is the seed sown by our civilization. As long as they are there , civilization will not be cut off.

"One day, we will become the characters in the story. And the children who grow up on the new planet will tell our stories and look at the sun that is no longer dazzling in the sky. Or-" "- —This kind of picture can never be realized.”

A consciousness like the roar of a beast penetrated the brainwave network. The people present were so familiar with this sound that they were so familiar with it that just by hearing it, they instinctively curled up in fear, fearing that they would be surrounded by those wrapped in pitch-black armor. monster found in.

The head of state said in the consciousness network with fear: "The Cursed Legion, you can actually crack our encrypted consciousness network?!"

There was no answer to the roar, but at the same time, the frightened screams of the Science Department personnel rang out in the head of state's mind: "Oil! Oil! Oil is seeping out of the spacecraft! It's in every ship! They're coming Now, those dark monsters! The Emperor’s devils! They are coming!”

Despair is not terrible. When a tiny hope has just risen, it is burned out by a more blazing fire. This huge gap between gain and loss is the most terrible thing.

As the screams of the Science Department personnel suddenly stopped, the heavy blow was like a heavy hammer flashing with lightning, hitting the head of the head of state hard.

Its body fell straight into the command chair like a piece of wood. Looking at the rapidly spreading layer of oil on the ground in the holographic projection, it heard the hoarse whisper of the Cursed Legion ringing in its ears:

"Suffering enriches your fighting spirit, war enhances your technology, and despair nourishes your courage. You are the livestock and pasture raised by the Emperor, and this is the time for us to feast on food."

"us……"

The already dull skin of the head of state seemed to have a thick layer of rust at this moment. He gasped and said: "We surrender unconditionally. Please... you must give us a way to survive..."

"Despicable alien! You are insulting me! Insulting us, the Emperor's angels!"

The consciousness of the Cursed Legion roared furiously, sweeping through every Trisolaran's mind like a torrent.

Their photosensitive organs overflowed with dark oil, and their shiny skin cracked with a crisp sound like breaking glass. One after another, the cursed warriors emerged from the bodies of the Trisolarans and from the walls full of mechanical devices. Drill out of the control center of the Master Control AI.

Shimmering oil wraps around the body, and fierce fire burns the armor.

These warriors loyal to humanity and the Emperor suddenly filled the command room, surrounding the shriveled and thin Head of State.

The steel palm clasped the alien head in front of him, which was gradually cracking under the fire, and the will of the Cursed Legion roared ferociously: "Only human beings will survive in the universe! What can you, these cunning aliens, get from us? , only death...and death!"

The majestic black oil surged out from the head of the head of state. The newly born Cursed Warrior broke free from his small and skinny body, pulled out the chain sword and bolter from the shining oil that flooded the entire command room, and shouted feverishly in the consciousness network: "Candle the emperor's will, destroy the monsters in the cave! Kill the aliens and serve the emperor to death!"

At this point, the Trisolaran civilization was completely extinct.

"Angels of Death!"

The consciousness of the Cursed Legion issued an order: "The Emperor needs us to launch a campaign against the Star Sea Federation and wipe out all those stupid and stupid alien races! The entire army sets off and passes through the Star Gate! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bright and dazzling star gate opened from the south pole of Trisolaris, and warriors in gorgeous bone armor jumped out of the star gate.

It took off its flashy helmet, revealing its eyes with glistening oil. It smiled and waved to the Cursed Legion covering the planet's surface: "Go this way!"