Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

The news of King Greg's death spread like the wind throughout Stonewell County, and the living dead soldiers who collapsed on the ground and turned into rotting corpses confirmed the authenticity of the news.For a time, every household in the entire territory was running around telling each other, and everyone had a look of joy on their faces.

Men finally no longer have to worry about being caught and having their limbs cut off, and women no longer need to disfigure themselves. Those deformed and twisted monsters with limbs have died one after another, and the dark clouds hanging over Stonewell have finally dissipated.

"It's really good weather. Plenty of sunshine is good for the growth of wheat. As long as it stays like this, farmers will have a better life next year."

Ohm sat by the window, letting the sun shine on his shoulders, and said to Gus, who was sitting on the hotel bed counting supplies and weapons, "Can you show me your prosthetic limb?"

Gus glanced at Messiah warily, raised his hand to cover Steel's left arm, and said stiffly: "I don't like others touching my things."

"Isn't it inconvenient for you?"

Ohm didn't seem to hear Gus's rejection. He looked at the giant sword leaning against the wall and said with a smile: "If you want to exert its true power, you can't do it without two hands. You should also be aware of it, although it The built-in cannon is very powerful, but for a swordsman like you, it is a drag."

"Then what can you do with it?" Gus asked with a frown.

"You have two options."

Ohm smiled slightly, and the wind blew from behind him, raising his long black hair.He raised his index and middle fingers toward Gus and said, "One, I can regenerate your arm. Two, I can make the prosthetic arm move like a real hand. Pick one, Gus."

"...What you are talking about is achieved by magic?"

"No!" Ohm suddenly opened his eyes and looked down at the black swordsman seriously, "I call it technology!"

As long as it is a technical means that exists objectively and has certain rules, no matter whether the tool required is a wand or a screwdriver, or whether it is driven by mercury or promethium, it has been defined as imperial technology!

"..."

Gus was silent for a moment, looking at Messiah's unpretentious expression, he used his right hand to loosen the strap that held the prosthetic limb, removed it and handed it out, saying: "I need the power of artillery fire... at least when I I can’t risk losing my combat effectiveness before I kill the person I want to kill.”

This is really a strange man. Even though I have only known him for two days, I still unconsciously believe what he says.This kind of leadership temperament and leadership ability really make people feel familiar...

Are you right?Griffith? !

"Keep the function of firing projectiles, right? No problem!"

Ohm enthusiastically took Gus's prosthetic leg, took out a large number of tools and parts from his arms, and while dismantling the parts of the prosthetic leg, he said to Nagu:

"You may not believe it, but I made my own metal man when I was 11 years old - although they were just three very rough metal skeletons that could move on their own, I still love them very much. The person who designed your prosthetic limbs He is very talented in mechanics, but some designs are still too immature. Look at the thumb joint. Although it has the function of preventing the handle of the sword from being grasped, the thumb has no way to abduct and adduct..."

Listening to Messiah's verbose words and watching the white-robed priest use strange tools to dismantle his prosthetic limbs to pieces, Gus silently drew a picture between this guy and Griffith in his mind. An inequality sign.

They don't look alike at all, these two guys...

If Griffith had ever considered him a friend, then Messiah... He felt like a father who was showing off his skills to his son.

father?

Gus watched blankly as Messiah took out complex mechanical parts one after another from his arms, stuffing these things larger than prosthetics into metal cavities like a magic trick. He didn't even notice that he The shape of the prosthetic limb changed docilely in Messiah's hands, as if it was made of soft clay instead of steel.

On the table nearby, Buck held a toothpick in his hand and half a chestnut shell on his head.The Wind Fairy poked the little green-blue snake that was coiled lazily on the table, put on a straight face, and imitated Gus and said, "There is no way to survive without fighting! Stand up and fight me!"

The little snake half-opened its red eyes, glanced lazily at Buck, and suddenly swept the little goblin down on the table with its tail, and then wrapped its whole body around him!

"Ah!!! I'm going to be eaten! Gus! Messiah! Help!!! There's a snake trying to eat the goblin!!!"

This noisy guy made the little blue snake roll its eyes and silently tightened its long body a little.Her subspace essence is currently in the nether world, helping her father to find the "god" behind the God's Hands, but she has no time to play with the goblins.

Buck broke out in a cold sweat, but after a while he discovered that the little snake had fallen asleep again and didn't pay attention to him at all!

hateful!How dare you ignore me, Lord Buck!I will definitely scratch your nostrils with dogtail grass and inflict the cruelest punishment on you!

Thinking of this, Buck struggled to pupate twice, and then made a tragic discovery.

He couldn't break away from the little snake's embrace...

"All right."

Ohm handed the brand-new prosthesis back to Gus, looking at its hook-shaped fingertips and the exquisite and beautiful transmission mechanism under the armor with satisfaction, and said: "Under the current conditions, I can only make simple adjustments to it. With built-in heavy bolters and melters, unleash fire on your enemies.”

Gus stared at the prosthetic arm that was completely different from before. For him, in just a blink of an eye, the originally dark metal arm turned into an exquisite silver and black handicraft in the hands of Messiah. !

"This must be magic," he said with some awe.

"It's technology." Ohm corrected dissatisfiedly. "Be careful when wearing it. The nanorobot will be linked to your nervous system, which may cause a little pain."

"It's just pain. What kind of injury haven't I suffered in these years?" Gus said nonchalantly, stuffing the only half of his left forearm into the prosthesis. "It feels a little cold, not at all -"

The huge pain instantly overwhelmed Gus. He felt that every nerve in his body was burning, but it seemed as if sharp ice edges were spreading from the section of his left arm toward his body. Such pain was unbearable. He struggled on the bed like a fish out of water, and every second was like hell to him.

But even so, Gus did not pass out. His unusually strong spirit was not a good thing or a bad thing at this moment. Even if he turned his eyes white and foamed at the mouth in pain, he had to stay awake to bear such inhuman torture.

It wasn't until the ice edge that penetrated the body from his left arm stopped at his chest and slowly attached itself between Gus's sternum and heart that the tsunami-like pain finally stopped, and Ohm also smiled at the same time.

The gene seed has been implanted.