Chapter 278: Ancient Warhammer
"Warhammer?"
Bruce vaguely remembered Katum mentioning it when he was free.
"Is that what you said about the Emperor, the Other World, the Four Gods, etc?"
He remembered that Katum said at the time that whoever traveled to this world could prepare to collect his body and start over.
"no!"
Katum corrected him, "That one is Warhammer 40K, and this one is Warhammer: Endgame. They are two different things!"
"What's the difference?"
"Um……"
Katum thought for a moment and said, "There is no emperor in Warhammer, so there is no need for such loyalty."
At this moment, Owl became more and more certain that this third world of black fog really looked like the world of Warhammer.
What they are seeing now are the Lizardmen who occupied the southern part of the New World in Warhammer.
The Lizardmen are a group of fighting people who once conquered all over the world. They came from the ancient primeval forests of Lustria. The warlike Lizardmen warriors and the terrifying giant dinosaurs are their loyal soldiers, and their leader is a powerful toad magician called Slan.
All their actions are extremely purposeful, and everything is for the great plan of the Ancient Ones.
But on the other hand, it can also be said to be completely purposeless, because even the oldest Slann Demon Priest has no idea what the big plan is.
Maybe they are just trying to look busy.
Katum looked at the desolate ruins around him and was a little confused. If this was really the world of Warhammer, then what point in time was it?
Isn't this the end of the world?
Katum couldn't help but worry about this. After all, the Lizardmen would not easily abandon their temple cities.
unless--
There are more troublesome enemies occupying here!
Suddenly, while Bruce was still communicating with Katum, there was a rustling sound around them.
Gryffindor and Ravenclaw responded immediately. One drew a sword from behind his back, and the other took out his wand and muttered something.
"There are enemies."
The Gryffindor listened carefully, then said, "That's a lot!"
In fact, he didn't need to remind him. In the next second, a large number of rat-like creatures crawled out from every corner of the temple city.
They crowded together, forming a wriggling black and gray wave, so dense that it made people feel physically uncomfortable.
"Rat man!"
Katum suddenly shouted, "That's right, Lizardmen and Skaven, this is the world of Warhammer!!!"
Rat man?
Bruce looked at the monsters that appeared before him and felt goosebumps all over his body.
The heights of those ratmen varied greatly, the shortest was less than one meter, and the tallest was between one meter and one and a half meters.
They are short and hunched, as if they can never stand up straight.
The entire body is covered with a layer of short gray-black hair, which is rough and messy, and exudes a foul and damp smell.
The head of the rat man is very similar to that of a rat, with a long pointed mouth protruding forward, and sharp yellow teeth lined up in the mouth. These teeth are jagged but very sharp, and there are often food residues or dried blood on these teeth.
Their eyes are very small, like two black beans embedded on both sides of their heads. Their eyeballs are a cloudy dark black, flashing with greed, cunning and cruelty.
"It's food, yes, yes, food!"
Bruce heard such a sound coming from the rat crowd.
Can the rat man talk?
As soon as he thought this, there was an echo of thunderous cheers from the rat group.
"Food! Food!"
Their pronunciation is extremely strange, as if their throats are stuck, and it seems that speaking a complete sentence is a huge torture for them.
"Bruce, back off!"
Gryffindor didn't even think twice and stood in front of Bruce.
His resolute face showed determination; the crisis before him was obviously beyond his imagination.
Gryffindor held tightly in one hand the sword that shone with cold light, as if the power of courage flowed through the sword; in the other hand he held the wand steadily, the magical light on the top of the wand was like jumping stars, ready to release powerful magic at any time.
He thought that even if he died, he had to get Bruce out safely.
Then, there was a creepy squeak, and more ratmen appeared, attacking without hesitation.
First came a group of slave rats. They were small in size but numerous, with blind obedience and instinctive fear in their eyes.
Behind them were the slightly larger and more cunning-looking clan rats, holding crude weapons in their hands, baring their teeth and making provocative noises.
Gryffindor didn't hesitate at all. He strode forward and swung his sword. A silver arc of light flashed, and several slave rats were instantly chopped down to the ground.
The slave rats began to flee in panic, but the clan rats drove them forward.
Gryffindor quickly waved his wand and uttered a series of mysterious spells. Bright rays of light shot out from the wand, which pierced through the group of slave rats like sharp arrows, causing them to fall one after another.
The clan rats saw this and rushed forward with angry roars.
However, the first target they attacked was not Gryffindor, but the fleeing slave rats. Gryffindor had already figured it out. It seemed that there was a clear hierarchy within this group of rat monsters, and the rats running in the front were there to be used as cannon fodder.
We must not let these monsters enter the earth!
Gryffindor rushed forward, and the collision between the sword and the ratman's weapon produced fierce sparks.
His swordsmanship was sharp, and each of his strikes accurately hit the rats' vital points.
At the same time, he took advantage of the gap to wave his wand, and the magic flame released by the wand raged among the clan rats, burning many of them into charcoal.
The ratmen began to fight back frantically, trying to surround Gryffindor from all sides.
But Gryffindor moved through the rat horde like a whirlwind, slashing approaching enemies with swords and sweeping away distant threats with wands.
But the number of ratmen increased, and even Gryffindor began to feel overwhelmed.
"Are you done?" he suddenly turned around and shouted.
"All right!"
Ravenclaw suddenly opened her eyes. She had been standing there, chanting spells silently.
At this point, the spell is finally ready!
Ravenclaw's eyes were fixed on the wave of ratmen that were rushing towards her like a surging tide. At this critical moment, she raised her wand high and began to recite an ancient and mysterious spell.
As the spell was recited, a powerful magical light began to gather at the tip of the wand.
The light was like tiny sparks of fireflies at first, then it expanded rapidly, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a huge ball of energy that shone with dazzling blue light.
The energy ball grew bigger and bigger, and the air around it seemed to be distorted by its power, making a "sizzling" sound. The surrounding trees were oppressed by this force and their branches and leaves trembled.
The Ravenclaw yelled the last syllable as the ball of energy expanded enough to cover a large area of the ratmen.
The energy ball was like a raging river bursting out, carrying the power to destroy the world and rushing towards the ratmen.
The moment it touched the ratmen, an extremely dazzling light burst out, accompanied by a deafening roar.
Wherever the light reached, the ratmen were wiped out in droves like harvested straw.
The ratmen in the front were instantly reduced to ashes, without even a trace of residue left. The ratmen behind were thrown around by the powerful impact force, hitting the walls and rocks, making painful squeaks.
This powerful magic power wreaked havoc among the ratmen like a ferocious beast rampaging through them.
The originally surging tide of ratmen, like fragile ants in the face of this extremely powerful spell, quickly disintegrated and dissipated, leaving behind only a messy rainforest ruins and a burnt smell in the air, which was the remaining scent after the ratmen were destroyed.
"call--"
Ravenclaw let out a long breath, then turned back and forced a smile at Bruce, "How is your teacher?"
"really……"
Bruce was about to speak, but at this moment, in the oppressive temple, a louder ominous creaking sound spread like a surging tide.
More ratmen filed out from the corners of the ruins.
The slave rats were in the front, numerous and in no order, being driven forward by the clan rats behind them.
There was only madness and desire for blood in their eyes, and their sharp claws scratched the ground, raising pieces of dirt.
"Oh my God……"
Ravenclaw couldn't laugh anymore. How many of these rat-like monsters were there? Why couldn't they be killed all?
"Retreat first!"
Gryffindor's face was as gloomy as water, and he made the most correct judgment.
"That's what you said. I wanted to continue fighting."
The Ravenclaw grabbed Bruce without any hesitation and used Apparition to disappear from the spot.
Gryffindor snorted and Apparated away as well.
……
The group of three stumbled back to Harry's world.
"That's what we should do now!" Ravenclaw turned around and cast a spell, hitting the space channel behind him.
The passage itself was not very stable, and it collapsed after a short while under the attack of Ravenclaw.
Only then did everyone finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"You still have to rely on me."
Beads of sweat appeared on Ravenclaw's forehead. If he acted a little later, those rat creatures would discover this passage and enter their world.
The consequences are really unimaginable!
But simply destroying the channel is not a solution at all. These space channels have been appearing all over the world, and some of them are stable and cannot be easily eliminated.
Sooner or later, the monsters from the other side will enter this world and bring endless disasters.
"We have to think of something."
Gryffindor said, "It's impossible for us to solve the other world with just a few of us!"
At this moment, what Gryffindor said seemed a little dejected, but his whole temperament was completely different.
His eyes were bright, flashing with unprecedented excitement.
This ruthless man who has fought his way into new rules since the war era, has finally rekindled his passion, which has been suppressed for many years!
(End of this chapter)
