Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

The time flow rate in each parallel world is different.

Ohm felt a twinge of chagrin that he should have anticipated this possibility before leaving.Although it is not necessarily accurate, as the emperor, he should foresee everything and coordinate everything.

Even though he left behind his own subspace projection, he, who was cold and irrational, was just a cruel and efficient weapon, a battleship that continuously charged towards chaos.It cannot replace him to be qualified for the emperor's work, to deal with matters closely related to trillions of human beings within the vast territory of the empire.

While dealing with the five-year backlog of government affairs, Ohm summoned Rogal Dorn, who had been stationed at the palace for many years, and Robert Guilliman, who had assisted Harry in correcting countless forms and lists.

Dorn had grown a beard during his five years away, and although it made him look like an unhappy walrus, or an unconventionally cold shark, it was surprisingly fitting for the original member of the Imperial Fists. body.

Guilliman's swollen eye bags revealed the fatigue that even the Primarch could not resist. Even after entering the golden palace, the Lord of Ultramar asked the servo skull to recite documents for him.He didn't even wear the power armor that Ohm had made for him, because the armor's thick fingers were not suitable for flipping through paper.

They came through subspace, walked through the audience hall packed with officials and military officers, stepped into the kilometer-high dark silver lion gate under the admiring eyes of everyone, and knelt on one knee on the scarlet carpet in front of the golden throne. They went down and said in unison to the creator of all things above who had returned after five years of absence: "See you, Father."

+ Free of charge. +

Ohm looked at the tired faces of the children with distress, which showed how much pressure his departure had put on them.The current empire is at war with Randan and the subspace at the same time. The high-pressure external environment must require internal stability.

Except for the Revenge Expeditionary Force, which rotates every five years among the twenty legions, the remaining sixteen legions have almost no time to stay in their home world, and are constantly rushing between engaging the enemy and garrisoning.

Fortunately, although not all Imperials are eligible to be selected by the Legion, every Imperial has the same physique and rationality as the Astartes, which gives them a natural resistance to the corruption of Chaos. In the past five years, only a few Dozens of planets were invaded and destroyed by Chaos Demons.

Ohm felt a knife-like sense of shame in his heart, because he summoned them this time to give them jobs and tasks, and to continue to increase the burden on their shoulders.

"Father." Dorn stood up and called. This fortress that resists everything is surprisingly sensitive. He noticed the emperor's inner thoughts, "I don't remember when you became such a mother-in-law. If you have any tasks for me, We might as well just tell you."

Malcador grasped the burning golden eagle staff and laughed silently.

Ohm glanced sideways at his old friend and said to the guardian of Holy Terra: + Rogge, the solar system I brought back from the parallel world has now been integrated with our planet.I need you to fill the increased square footage with buildings and infrastructure. +

Dorn's stern face was like a stone sculpture. He looked up at his 130-meter-tall father and replied calmly: "No problem. Please sign the construction guarantee document, in the line of the guarantor."

After signing his name on the construction document written on the servo skull, Ohm handed it to the seal bearer holding the burning eagle staff next to him, and Malcador covered his name with the Imperial Seal upright. , making sure it doesn’t turn everyone who looks at this document into a burning torch.

After handing the document to the Servo Skull, Ohm said to the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds who was standing quietly: +Robert, where is the Great Mechanical Bishop Nico Flamel?How is the Primaris Space Marine program going? +

"Report to Your Majesty."

Guilliman adjusted his ancient Roman-style robes. He quickly glanced at the white ball of light in the emperor's hand and replied meticulously: "The Great Mechanical Bishop is located near the planet Macragge in the Ultramar sector. In orbit, he is conducting small-scale Primaris experiments with his apprentice Belisarius Caul. The first batch of three thousand Primaris Space Marines have completed all surgeries and will step out of the dormant chamber in the near future. "

+Very good.Submitting this planet to Nico Flamel, I want to see practical rift technology, a Titan army integrated with biotechnology, and bio-Titans that can be controlled across galaxies within three years. +

Ohm raised his right hand, and with a burst of twisted psychic energy, a dim yellow planet that was millions of times smaller appeared in his palm - it was the home world of the Pioneer clan, and it contained all the knowledge on how to create rifts and monsters. and technology.

Since the pioneers originally created monsters by adjusting the genes of the same kind, the collective consciousness of the pioneers on the dim planet has now been wiped out by Ohm himself, becoming the perfect base for cultivating monsters.

Guilliman carefully took over the floating dusky planet. He could clearly see through the seemingly illusory and fragile layer of spiritual light, and felt the terror that this sphere, which was similar in size to a Tau skull, originally possessed. Size and huge weight.

This power to manipulate the planet at his fingertips made his respect for the Emperor rise to a new level again.He held the Pioneer Star and bowed in salute, and said to Ohm: "Your Majesty, I have one more thing to tell you."

+Say it, Robert, there are no outsiders here. +

Guilliman raised his head, looked at the Golden Emperor, who was as majestic as a mountain, and said: "Among the first batch of Primaris Space Marines, there is one person who I value very much..."

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Decimus Felix was a little alarmed, but not afraid.

Even though he was being hunted by dozens of mechanical priests and forced to hide in a narrow ventilation duct, he didn't feel the slightest bit of fear in his heart.

Because he believed that the Adeptus Mechanicus, who also served humanity and died for the Emperor, could not use some despicable methods on this young recruit of the Ultramarines.

About a few minutes ago - or maybe a few hours ago - Felix, who was only 13 years old, boarded an assault boat heading to Macragge as an Ultramarines recruit, preparing to receive his armor. ceremony.

But for some unknown reason, several mechanical priests cast a spell on him that was enough to stun a Space Marine, and took him away from the recruit ship of the No. 13 Legion.

Felix was very strong. He woke up earlier than the mechanical priests expected. With his bare hands, he knocked down nine armed mechanical priests, and finally chose to escape because he was outnumbered.

Now, Felix kept moving forward along the pipeline. He knew that this was a huge spaceship, and the familiar roar of the engine came from outside the pipeline.It was a soft and soothing trembling, indicating that not only the hardware of this spacecraft was well maintained, but the awakening soul of the machine was also always in a state of joy.

Very typical Mechanicus style.

After all, the ventilation pipe does not extend infinitely. Felix kicked open the grille from the end and climbed out of the pipe. His strong sense of direction made him sure that he had penetrated deep into the core of the battleship. He hoped to make it clear to the captain or officer of the ship. He became an Ultramarines recruit in exchange for an assault boat heading to Macragge.

But what appeared in front of him was a mysterious facility, with melodious music melody floating in the highly pure air. A member of the Cult Mechanicus with a large number of mechanical devices on his body and wearing a red gold gear-trimmed robe appeared in Felix's room. In front of you.

"Hello, Felix."

This huge mechanical priest emitted a warm and funny voice from his speakers, sounding like a kind and kind old grandfather.

He joked to the young and disgraced Ultramarines recruit: "Maybe I should tell the servitors to clean the ventilation ducts more. By the Emperor, you look like a defeated warrior. I believe in your little mind. You must be full of doubts, please allow me to answer them one by one. By the way, my name is Nicolas Flamel, but I prefer to be called Nico Flamel.”