Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Chapter 683 Before the bed

The subspace is shaking, and the ocean of chaos is creating unprecedented ripples.

From the Gardens of Nurgle to the Ocean of Skulls, from the Fortress of Joy to the Crystal Maze.All the ugly and deformed subspace creatures lowered their heads in fear at this moment, not daring to let any of their eyes touch the cold aura shooting out of the sky.

It was a heavy power entangled with black and gold, coming from the dark sun emitting golden light, symbolizing the human being whose name could not even be mentioned.

Even the most powerful four evil gods can only use "curse" as his nickname, and dare not mention the hateful word in any form or method.

"Twice as strong?!" Khorne grinned a ferocious smile, and dug his fingers into the armrests of the brass throne. "This is really good news! I can finally welcome a man worthy of all my efforts." Rival of strength!”

The smile that always hung on Nurgle's lips disappeared, and he cried sadly: "I hope his cooking skills have not deteriorated exponentially... I don't want to change another pot."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Slaanesh lay gracefully on His bed, playing with a strange-edged weapon with his fingertips, exuding the power of another god, "At least your stinky The smell won’t hit me anymore.”

"Everyone."

Seeing that Nurgle wanted Slaanesh to taste his newly brewed soup, Tzeentch, who was forced to sit on the silver throne, immediately spoke, drawing the attention of the gods back to the current problem that needed to be faced: "The curse has been He has become a serious problem for us, and we cannot just watch him and his descendants encroach on our territory. Now I just want to know, when will the three of you be willing to bless our common God-chosen one?"

"Then you, a mollusk, should set an example first." Slaanesh smiled sarcastically, "As long as you give out the blessing first, I am willing to pour a quarter of my divine power into that 'Chosen One' just like you. 'In the body. I want to see if you, a villain, are you afraid that we will attack your labyrinth while your strength is weak?"

Every face on Tzeentch's body showed a gloomy look: "I still need to suppress the Silver Throne, otherwise the subspace will immediately be turned into the second Holy Terra by those 21 cursed blood descendants. Nurgle, you Woolen cloth?"

In the rising dark green smoke, the father of the plague slowly stirred the contents of the cauldron: "As long as Slaanesh gives you a blessing, I will give it immediately. Oh, please, you treacherous slime, don't Look at me with this look. In these billions of years, can I still not understand the virtues of the three of you?"

"I don't care about the choice of the four gods now!!!" Khorne punched the armrest of the brass throne again and again, "I will fight the curse now!!! But before that - who of you can see As for the chainsword I made with the flesh and blood of 88888888 demons?!"

"Oh, my dear." Nurgle smiled generously at Khorne. "Perhaps you accidentally put it somewhere else?"

Except that his ass is still firmly sucked on the Silver Throne, Tzeentch seems to have regained his former cunning and cunning: "I may have taken it, or I may not have taken it. It may be here with me, or it may be right under your nose. "

Slaanesh didn't speak, and even looked a little dull. He held his chin with one hand, and a buzzing sound came from under him: VRRRRRRRR...

Khorne's face has never been so ferocious as it is now. He bared his fangs full of rotten flesh and blood, and stared at the God of Joy with his bloodshot eyes.

Slaanesh: VRRRRRRRR…

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! You bitch!!!!!!!!! I'm going to kill you!!!!!!!"

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The body feels dull and heavy, and the eyelids are difficult to open as if someone has stuck them with a permanent sticking spell, but other organs are slowly waking up - Ohm is beginning to gradually understand the nerve signals from the eardrums back to the brain.

He heard someone pacing back and forth around him, someone talking in a low voice, and metal vessels colliding with each other... He suddenly understood what the rhythmic trembling in the air was, it was a wisp of crystal-clear water. Music, the beautiful notes are stripping your senses from numbness.

Ohm heard the door being pushed open, the heavy footsteps were softened by the thick carpet, and a voice like a plumb bob with an inorganic metal echo sounded - that was his fourth son, Perturabo Olympia.

The Lord of the Iron Warriors said in a low voice: "I reshaped Pluto. Hundreds of tons of planetary material were permanently annihilated by mother's attack, but overall it looks exactly the same as before... How is dad now?"

"Pettu!" said a mellow voice that was gentle but stern. Ohm recognized that it was Angron, the kindest and most empathetic of all his children. "I know you care about dad's health, but you can't Come here while maintaining your essential form. Do you want Chaos to notice his current weakened body?"

"I'm worried," Perturabo muttered.Ohm heard a soft sound of mechanical operation, accompanied by a spiritual light that reflected on his eyelids.

"Father will be fine." Coze's sharp and hoarse voice sounded, and he sounded very tired. "My prophecy tells me that father will stand up soon and lead us again..."

"Have you seen my father's fate? Are you crazy?"

This was Luo Jia's voice, he was the one pacing repeatedly.Ceramic steel and ceramic steel made a low sound during the collision, and it seemed that Luojia grabbed Curze's wrist.

"Do you know what you have done?" Luo Jia's tone was trembling, "Peering into the fate of someone far more powerful than you will backfire on your subspace essence!"

"He is my father, Luojia!" Coz's voice was rising. "For him, I will give everything I have, including the life he gave me!"

"He is also my father, and you are my blood brother!" Luo Jia has never been so angry as now, "Even if you must do this, you should let me help you -"

"Quiet."

This voice was very gentle, but it carried a majesty that could not be resisted, like a lion in the jungle that towered over all the beasts.Leon El'Jonson, the eldest of the Primarchs, Orm heard his voice closest to him, and Lorgar and Curze also separated at the sound of his words.

Ohm's hearing has recovered a lot at this moment, and his body is no longer as numb as a corpse.At this moment, Leon took a deep breath and said in a forcefully calm voice: "Is Chagatai not back yet?"

"Ran Dan's annihilation battle has reached the most critical moment, and he can't escape." Fulgrim, he has a throat like a singer.His fingertips plucked the strings, constantly playing the crystal-like beautiful notes.

After a pause, Fulgrim added: "He said: If my father was awake, he would not want us to gather around his bed like we were mourning his corpse."

Leman Russ and Mortarion roared in anger almost simultaneously.

"You two, be quiet!"

Ohm felt something cold carefully wiping his cheek. This was the voice of Apas, the leader of the ice sea whales of the No. 11 Legion and the queen of the ocean and water. He could smell the coldness in her skin. A Persian-style spice scent.When she took back the wet towel and soaked it again, Ohm heard the jingle of the various bracelets on her wrists.

The Wolf God and the Lord of Death closed their mouths angrily, which also made the conversation in the corner of the room clearer.

Horus's voice sounded both pleased and annoyed: "-Anyway, at this moment when the warp is becoming more and more active, it is too dangerous to go to Nurgle's garden to snatch the life goddess of the Eldar. Both of you , get rid of this idea as soon as possible."

"Then what else can we do?" Sanguinius's voice had a hint of crying, "I can't just watch my father lying here, my heart is going to be broken..."

"As long as there is a glimmer of hope..." Guilliman was not as calm and rational as usual, "We all have to give it a try. What's more, now that we have Efrenie from the Eldar Death Army, we can even try. Awakening the Eldar Death God——"

"——By stealing things from Slaanesh's bedside table? No! That would be irresponsible to your legion and irresponsible to your heirs! I will not agree to your request to send troops, absolutely not!"

Horus knocked the table with his knuckles decisively, and his move obviously attracted everyone's attention: "I'm sorry, my brothers and sisters... Please forgive me for leaving for a while. As you know, my father is bedridden now. Since then, my mother has had to take on the responsibility of supervising the country. And in the empire's territory, not all planetary governors know how to appreciate their father's kindness. I'm sorry."

Ohm could hear the Imperial Warmaster's footsteps stopping beside his bed for a moment, and then quickly went out.

"It's all my fault..." Alpharius said sniffling from the end of the bed, "If I had discovered something was wrong with dad earlier, I wouldn't be in this situation now..."

"Don't say that, sister." Omega comforted awkwardly, and Ohm heard him pat Alpharius on the back.

"No one knows everything," Magnus reassured. "It's not your responsibility."

Rogal Dorn said firmly: "If it had anything to do with you, you would have chosen your reincarnation partner long ago."

"Rogg!" Ferrus Manus, who controlled the Iron Hands, said dissatisfiedly, "Shut up if you don't know how to speak!"

There was a suffocating silence.

The Lord of Crows, Corax, suddenly recited a quiet poem:

"The Eagle of Doom is a taboo in its name, hiding alone in the distant mountains and valleys.

Fearless, the grave is the way back, and death is my companion like a song. "

"You too, bard!" Ferrus said sternly.

"He will be fine." Norton, the leader of the White Emperor Dragon of the Second Legion and the King of Bronze and Fire, said.His voice was not as firm as his words: "I mean, my father is so powerful, he must be able to-"

"He will." The Lord of the Fire Dragon, Vulkan, made the final decision.

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