Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Fiorina strolled through the base of the Beast Sect, laughing happily as she kicked open one door after another. She used the flames ignited by refined promethium to cleanse the Beast Sect followers who were hiding behind them, and watched them ignite the flames that she had deliberately suppressed. Screaming and struggling in the temperature.

The heretic's screams made the Mother of Bombs feel happy both physically and mentally.

This is the most popular form of entertainment in the Imperium of Mankind. Whether they are Battle Sisters or Space Marines, whether they are Astra Militarum or civilians, they are happy to watch the bodies of heretics being shattered in torture and listen to the wails of the tragic death of these traitors.

In particular, we should seize those cultists who believe in the god of pleasure, use drugs and witchcraft to close their five senses, so that they can no longer perceive any happiness and pain, and make these guys cry and beg for human forgiveness and beg for forgiveness. The right to die!

Ah...that was simply the ultimate enjoyment.It is also the favorite show for every Imperial child to watch on their birthday. Even the pickiest children will laugh and clap their hands when they see the followers of Slaanesh begging for death.

So much so that the number of pleasure cults in the empire has dropped sharply, and even Slaanesh himself will complain to the cold sun from time to time: "You are a bit too extreme."

Fiorina kicked open the closed metal door and saw three naked cultists looking back in shock. Scarred women were tied with chains on the walls of the room, and their arms were full of pinholes. , the empty eyes symbolize the collapse of reason.

Apparently, the Beast Sect followers kidnapped them as tools to vent their desires, and also used addictive drugs to control their spirits!

"Dirty and despicable heretic!" Fiorina grinned and pulled the trigger, roaring amidst the screams of the Beast Sect followers, "Repent in the fire!"

The raging fire wave swept out, burning the Beast Sect believers and the poor women into twisted cokes at the same time. The mother of bombs looked at the chains that had turned into molten iron, put the index and middle fingers of her right hand together, and placed them between her eyebrows and A gentle tap on the chest.

This is the pure "I", which is both the emblem of the Inquisition and a symbol of human sanctity - the unblemished skull and unsullied soul.

"Lost lambs, may your soul return to the Golden Throne."

Fiorina's smile grew brighter, and the murderous intention in her heart grew stronger. She walked through the underground passage like a storm, and the fire of exploding weapons illuminated the darkness again and again.

The Beast Sect followers fought back with rifles and pistols, but the moment these weapons were pointed at Fiorina, they all malfunctioned.Firearms cannot completely stimulate the mother of bombs. This is the supreme law engraved in their mechanical nature!

Just when the Beast Sect believers were yelling and trying to troubleshoot the fault, Fiorina appeared among them as if teleporting, with the skirts of her suspender dress fluttering and carrying the fragrance of violet...

It also brought destruction!

Fiorina grabbed a cultist by the shoulders and punched him in the head.He crushed the sharp knife stabbed by another cultist with his backhand, then thrust his hand into his chest and dug out his heart.He stuffed his heart into the mouth of cultist No. 3 and slapped his head into his chest!

A fanatic believer of the Beast Sect screamed and tried to kill Fiorina with a Molotov cocktail, but as the emerald green light from the eyes of the Mother of Bombs hit his heart, the fanatic believer kept shouting and fell straight down. , the Molotov cocktail shattered in his hands, and the cremation was completed fully automatically.

Looking up at the tall woman with green eyes, watching her tearing apart a human body with her bare hands like a god of war, the morale of the Beast Sect followers completely collapsed.

They knelt down in front of Fiorina in fear and shouted in fear and awe: "My Lady!"

"Humph, Ohm is really right."

Fiorina looked at the kneeling cultists with disdain and raised the bolt gun unhurriedly: "The worship of size and light is already engraved in human nature."

boom! boom! boom!

……

Listening to the sound of bolters coming from above his head, Ohm did not stop moving forward, and still walked unswervingly towards the depths of the underground.

Wherever the Golden Emperor passed, many cultists held the painful posture of covering their eyes with their hands, and turned into hard and cold mechanical sculptures. The rotating gears replaced their skin, and the stretched connecting rods replaced their bones. The moving engines devoured their entrails.

This is the authority of the god of thousands of machines!

From the meaningless and filthy souls of the cultists, mechanical vitality bloomed. With their tragic and terrifying death gestures, they warned the world about the consequences of abandoning purity.

As Ohm went deeper into the ground, squirming blue flesh vines gradually began to appear on the surrounding walls. They emitted a faint blue fluorescence in the dark, and the light flowed from the end to their source like water - a huge cast iron door. Door.

The tiny flesh vines around the iron gate have become densely packed, and every inch of the wall and ground is occupied by these blue protein roots. They even stand up from the ground like cobras, with the front part splitting and spitting out towards the intruder. A tongue covered with bright blue protrusions, and then—

Turn into metal.

Ohm stepped on the metalized flesh tendrils, and these alien tentacles that had been assimilated by their own authority rushed to place their bodies under the feet of Terra's sky, for fear that the dust would stain the heavy armor boots that emitted golden light.

The cast-iron door was actively opened by metal tentacles, eager to reveal the secret hidden behind it to the Lord of Humanity.

This is a rather wide hall, with every inch of its surface covered in purple-red flesh. Pale and yellowish thick bones replace the role of load-bearing columns. Thick nerves grow out of their porous structures, intertwining into a sheet of flesh and blood in the hall. Giant Net.

And in the center of this net is a creature sitting on the skeletal throne, his whole body covered in red robes.Its face was hidden in the shadow of the hood, and the palms sticking out of the sleeves were highly similar to those of humans. What spread out from the hem of the robe were not legs, but dozens of dark blue tentacles emitting light fluorescence.

Obviously, the "god messenger" mentioned by this cultist is definitely not a human being.

"Welcome, mighty human."

The divine envoy spoke, and it spoke standard English. The voice came from every corner of the hall, echoing in the air over and over again.

Ohm stared at the alien that could speak human language and said calmly: "Those monsters are controlled by you."

This is not a question, but a certainty.The moment he saw the structure of the hall, Ohm understood that the entire building was a device similar to a signal amplifier.

It's just that it amplifies not electrical signals but neural signals. The "god messenger" in front of you provides the information obtained from the human group, and then spreads it out through this neural network, so that the monsters understand where they need to attack when they arrive on the earth. .

"It's not me, it's us."

The envoy of God said in a calm tone: "As early as more than ten years ago, we have come to the earth and learned your language and emotions. Through religious methods, we have allowed you humans to willingly build for us all over the world. Such a 'node'. And I am the control center created by the Pioneer, you can call me - a node creature."