Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Holy Terra.

Tibetan Plateau, Himalayas, Mount Everest.

On top of the tallest mountain in the world, stands a huge building made of snow-white marble and fine gold.

It was built from the top and spread to the plains more than [-] meters above sea level. Countless dragons wearing saddles came from all directions, transporting tens or hundreds of tons of stone and metal to this place to add bricks and tiles to this building. .

These building materials purified through complex alchemical processes are engraved with fine alchemical symbols. Whenever the wind and snow that can kill people blow by, these symbols will shine with a thin but firm glimmer.

Norton and Rogal Dorn stood on the platform at the top of the building. This gentle place covering hundreds of hectares was not only a place for the flying dragons to rest and replenish their food, but also a place for the Lord of Bronze and Fire and his dragon descendants. of resting place.

Looking at the architectural drawings in his hand that covered the entire Himalayan Mountains, Norton couldn't help but marvel, and said to the giant beside him: "A building of this scale was unimaginably grand even in the age of dragons hundreds of thousands of years ago. Creation. What is even more unimaginable is that the emperor who was so frugal and almost stingy would actually build such a luxurious palace for himself."

"This is not what my father meant, but what everyone in the world thinks."

Rogge dispatched various construction corps on the central control platform, and at the same time said to the Dragon King beside him: "Father may not care about the location of his office, as long as it can make human life better, even if it is a narrow and crowded office And he was receptive.

"But the people don't think so. They just think that kind of place is not worthy of the emperor's majesty. They think that the Lord of mankind must need a more magnificent palace to set off his majesty... It's really ridiculous.

"My father never needed anything to set him off. He was the embodiment of solemnity and hope. But the people's voice was too loud. They wanted to push my father to an unattainable building to facilitate their worship. and faith.

"So, this building was born. More than 60.00% of it was used for various highly dangerous experiments, 30.00% was used to build star gates connecting galaxies, [-]% was used for political management and heresy trials, and the remaining Less than one percent is the place that my father left for himself."

"What a great leader..." Norton put down the drawing in his hand and looked at Rogge's face as cold as a rock sculpture. "You said a lot today, almost as much as you did the previous week. That’s the total number of words.”

"Well." Rogge squeezed out a syllable through his nose, nodded imperceptibly, remained silent for a while, and added, "Today is the first time that the meeting hall has been officially opened. I hope everything can be presented in the best possible condition." .”

"Don't worry, Your Majesty the Great Seventh Highness." The "II" badge on Norton's chest shines brightly in the too dazzling sunlight on the mountain top. "With our two master architects here, any mistakes can be corrected as soon as possible." .”

"Ah."

Rogge looked up at the increasingly bright tail flames in the sky and said, "The politicians are coming."

Above the blue sky, the smooth fuselage made of shining gold is like a sharp blade cutting through flesh and blood. The scarlet decorations on it indicate the unit to which it belongs - the Forbidden Army Regiment.

This is an "Orion" attack transport craft that can reach a speed of 12000 kilometers per hour in the atmosphere. The X-15, the fastest fighter jet in the world, can't even see the wake it sprays.

And when it breaks through the atmosphere and carries out suborbital flight, its speed of more than 20000 kilometers per hour can leave the rockets far behind.

Compared with this attack transport craft, the value of the politicians carried in its cabin is not even higher than the refined promethium aviation fuel consumed to transport them from all over the world.

On the palace wrapped around the mountain, heavy gates shining with cold metal opened slowly amidst the rumbling sounds of operation. The "Orion" attack transport craft landed on the runway accurately, and the alchemical force field wrapped around it instantly reduced its speed from 12000 to 0.

The tail hatch opened, and the anti-impact gel inside it quickly disintegrated in the influx of air, revealing the politicians wrapped inside it.

These people are the regional governors of Holy Terra selected by the Empire. Only in this way can they safely ride on the aerial weapons designed by the Emperor for the Imperial Army, instead of being crushed into a ball of flesh and blood by the instant acceleration of hundreds of Gs. Mixture with fat.

Led by the silent Imperial Guards, these people walked out of the vast plain-like mountainside hangar and passed through the seemingly endless obsidian corridors. The Roman-style columns on both sides were without exception separated by wide niches. It's just that standing there is no flashy and useless statue, but a famous Imperial Guard holding a power halberd.

The red light that shot out from the eye holes of their helmets had no warmth. When the red light glanced over the bodies of the politicians, these helpless mortals couldn't help but tremble.

They didn't understand why the emperor summoned them here on this ordinary day, and they didn't know whether they could walk out of this cold and cold palace intact. The white breath exhaled from their mouths and noses almost immediately It condensed into frost, and even the countless burning candles on both sides of the corridor could not resist the biting cold.

Finally, they were led by the imperial army to a 50-meter-high stone door. On the door was carved a statue of the emperor. Under his feet was a ferocious dragon with rugged claws, and above his head was the sacred Terra made of shining gold.

The flaming giant sword pierced the dragon's neck, and the blood carved from alchemical rubies dyed the entire land red.

A forbidden soldier stood in front of the stone gate. The halberd he held in his hand was more dazzling than the other forbidden soldiers. It was like the corona erupting from the sun. Just looking at it could burn through the retina.

"Trajan," the praetorian said, raising his chin to the crowd behind the leading praetorian, "Are they all here?"

"Yes, Constantine." Trajan took a step to the side, revealing the figures of the politicians, "No weapons, no incarnations, no people controlled by the Dementor Curse, everything is normal."

Constantine nodded, also took a step to the side, and hit the ground twice with the end of the halberd in his hand.

It sounded like a bell.

The politicians felt that their ears were going to be deafened by the reverberating sound. They could even clearly feel that there was a machine running slowly under the floor, and the stone door was also slowly and unstoppably rumbling amidst the loud noise. Opens to reveal its interior.

It was a rotunda decorated with stained glass, and the dome was painted with religious-style murals. The hollow and carved metal skylight in the center introduced a cold daylight, shrouding the wooden round table in the center of the hall in a halo.

Constantine and Trajan, who were on both sides of the separation, had no words, but the politicians knew one thing very clearly at this moment.

They, the summoned visitors, were about to meet the owner of this palace.