Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

"So what are you going to do?" Gus asked.

Ohm smiled and said nothing.He just raised his hand and pointed at the towering Tower of Sin, and then pointed at the refugees who were struggling with hunger, cold, illness, and suffering from the oppression of the wicked and the Holy See.

Buck grabbed his blue hair in confusion: "What does this mean? I'm not good at guessing riddles..."

"Anyway, let's follow him first." When Gus saw Messiah turning around and walking towards the refugee camp, he glanced at the handsome naked men standing up beside the carriage in a daze. Their eyes were filled with surprise as if they were just waking up from a dream. and panic.

This means that the spell to control them has lost its effect, which means that the countess as an apostle is really dead.

Incredible...killing the apostle just with his teeth...

...I have tried my best to imagine how powerful this man is.

But I still didn't expect that the apostle that I had to risk everything to fight would be as fragile as an insect in the hands of this man.

Is this the strength of the person chosen by the Overlord's Egg... Whether it's Griffith... or the Messiah, they all have charisma and power that transcends ordinary people...

No...it's still different.

Gus watched Ohm wipe the blood at the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, but what he felt was not Griffith's cold and ruthless temperament.

The man often smiled at people, or chuckled to himself, but Griffith never really cared about or cared about others.His smile, nod and handshake were just physical expressions, nothing that could really touch that lonely heart.

As for Messiah, Gus feels like he is his stern yet gentle brother.Although he covers most of his emotions with a smile mask, he doesn't mind opening his mind to others, putting forward his own opinions and opinions, and being willing to help solve problems.In addition to smiling when facing inhuman things, Gus can actually feel the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy in the other person's heart at other times...

Compared with Griffith, who is generally inaccessible to angels, although Messiah has shown various extraordinary qualities, he is still a mortal at heart...

Ohm opened a tent, and the hem of his robe was dragged along the floor in excrement and vomit.This narrow and dark space was filled with the stench of decay. The green-shelled flies were disturbed by Ohm's movements and took off with a buzzing sound, like a black cloud.

Crouched in the corner of the tent was a skinny man gasping for breath. There was an arrow wound on his shoulder, with brown-red pus and blood flowing, and the blackened rotten flesh was covered with fat maggots.Apparently this was the source of the rotten smell.

Even though he was unconscious, the moment he saw Ohm's white robe, the man actually struggled to sit up and murmured: "Spare me... Pastor... don't throw me into the pit of death." …”

"I am not a priest, and you are not a dead person." Om said gently, gently placing his palm on the man's rotting wound, "Get up, child, you are free from the torture of your injuries."

The man only felt a warm current rushing to the extremities of his limbs, and the originally high body temperature returned to normal instantly. He looked at his shoulders in shock, and there was already a piece of intact skin there!

In great shock, he suddenly fell to his knees on the ground, lowered his head and did not dare to look at the man's face shrouded in light, and shouted in panic: "You...are you a god?"

"I am not a god, but a mortal, and I am the Messiah." Om lifted the man's shoulders and looked into his awe-inspiring eyes, "Get up, lost child, I need you to help me save more people. "

"But...but I..." The man was trembling, "I don't know anything..."

"Do you have the courage to dedicate yourself to humanity?"

"Yes... yes?"

"That's enough." Ohm smiled and nodded, his eyes warm, "Child, tell me your name."

Encouraged by the father-like figure in front of him, the man stood up and boldly said, "My name is Peter."

"Pick up your clay pot, Peter."

Ohm stood up and walked out of the tent. Peter doubtfully picked up the empty clay pot on the ground and was surprised to find that fragrant bright red wine was flowing inside!This was definitely the handiwork of an extraordinary person, and he immediately admired the person in front of him even more.

Ohm, who walked out of the tent, nodded slightly to Gus, who followed him, and led Peter towards a bonfire.In this late autumn, the cold has begun to bite, and a large number of refugees crowded around the campfire, trying to warm themselves up with the weak flames.

Otherwise, they may be silently frozen to death by the cold at any time without covering their bodies.The corpses either became food for other refugees, or were dragged into the death pits by patrols from the Tower of Sin.

It was the bottomless pit behind the Tower of Sin, and its greedy black mouth had swallowed up countless heretics and dead people, as if it would never be filled.

“I say, whoever is sick will be healed.”

Ohm walked into the crowd, brushed the frostbite on people's bodies with his fingers, and rubbed his white robe over the pustules that appeared on everyone's skin.Not only was this pure white fabric not stained with any dirt, but the chronic disease that had been tormenting everyone for so long was miraculously eliminated.

This moment attracted the attention of the refugees, and the lifeless crowd gradually became noisy. People looked at their healthy and disease-free bodies in amazement, and talked about the warmth they just felt.More and more people were attracted by the sound, and they stared at the tall white-robed man in the crowd, with curiosity and vigilance in their eyes.

We can't blame them. There have been too many people pretending to be gods and ghosts under the Tower of Sin. Most of them call themselves saviors and promote their ability to cure diseases and create food. However, the final result shows that these guys are just a group of magicians who cheat food and drink. , mostly ending up being beaten to death by angry refugees.

But people did not disperse. Perhaps these desperate people hoped that there would be a savior to save them.

Looking at Ohm walking towards the campfire step by step, Gus curled his lips: "This guy..."

Always emphasizing his status as a mortal, but always doing the things of a god. This is simply the ultimate insult to "gods"!

There was also a patrol of priests from the Sinking Tower watching not far away.They were leaning on their pastoral staffs with both hands and looked very relaxed, obviously wanting to see what tricks the new liar could pull off.

"I say, he who suffers with withered intestines will drink fine wine."

Ohm turned his head slightly and glanced at Peter. This skinny man was so blessed that he raised the clay pot in his hand high and poured out the bright red and fragrant wine.

The refugees screamed and rushed forward to snatch the wine, but soon found that more red wine had flowed out of the small clay pot than the wine vat, but there was no sign of being exhausted.

Peter held the pot high, and the red wine flowed. The refugees only had to raise their heads, and the sweet wine soaked their dry throats and filled their stomachs.

Group after group of people walked through the baptism of red wine. Their faces were rosy but not drunk at all. Warm and lasting heat radiated from their bodies to resist the coldness of the late autumn.

Until everyone in the camp blushed, the clay pot Peter raised was still flowing with fine wine.

The numb faces of the refugees finally showed a trace of vitality. They felt that their depleted energy was replenished for a long time. When they moved their bodies, they found that all the diseases on their bodies were cured without medicine!

This made them look at the white-robed man with a hint of respect. Regardless of whether this man was a liar or not, at least their illnesses were effectively cured.

When more refugees arrived from other camps, Ohm spoke again: "Is there anyone willing to donate their rations?"

Everyone looked at each other, and no one was willing to hand over the food they needed to survive to a stranger before getting benefits.

"I do!" A deep voice came from behind the crowd.Ohm looked up and saw a strong man missing his right arm and left leg using rough wooden prostheses that were decayed. This was a veteran who lost his limbs in the war.

He came to Ohm, clumsily took out a thick piece of dry bread from his arms with his left hand, and said, "But I have a condition, you must heal my hands and feet."

Ohm nodded: "Child, can you tell me your name."

"... Andre."

"If you give, you will get something." Ohm did not take the bread from the veteran, but just said with a smile, "Your dedication is enough to replace your missing limbs."

"Varied--"

Before he finished speaking, Andre heard the shocked shouts from everyone behind him. He turned around with some confusion and suddenly found that his left leg was standing solidly on the ground!Raising his hand, his intact right arm has grown out of the section!

Amid the disbelieving noises of the crowd, Andre stared blankly at his lost limbs.He raised his eyes and saw the faint smile of the man in white robes before him. He quickly knelt down and said loudly: "I have eyes but cannot recognize the saints. Please forgive me for my mistake!"

"Kneeling down cannot make up for mistakes, actions can lead to inner redemption." Ohm helped the veteran up and said to the excited crowd below: "I say, those who have been tortured will eat their food."

No need for extra words, a divine flash flashed in Andre's heart. He broke open the bread in his hand and distributed it to the hungry crowd.The dry and hard food became warm and soft the moment the refugee took it into his hands. Andre broke it off, but the dough in his hand did not decrease at all.

The refugees now believed that the man in white robe was a real sage. They rushed to Ohm's side and asked with fear: "Can you tell me your name?"

Ohm smiled and said nothing, while Peter, who was holding the clay pot, replied proudly: "He is neither a god nor a savior. What you see is the Messiah!"

The people rejoiced to tears and shouted loudly: "Messiah! Our Messiah!"

At this moment, amidst the roaring shouts of the people, the priests of the sin-confessing towers on the periphery felt intense uneasiness.