Batman's Owl Godfather

"Middle Ages Warhammer?"

Bruce vaguely remembered Katum mentioning it when he had nothing to do.

"Is it the emperor, alien space, four gods, etc. you mentioned?"

He remembered that Katum said at that time that if anyone traveled to this world, he could prepare to collect his body and start anew.

"no!"

Katum corrected, "That one is Warhammer 40K, and this one is Medieval Warhammer. They are two different ones!"

"What's the difference?"

"Um……"

Katum thought for a while and said, "The medieval warhammer does not have an emperor, so it does not need to be so loyal."

At this moment, the owl became more and more convinced that this third world of black mist really looked like the world of medieval Warhammer.

What they are seeing now is the Lizardmen occupying the southern part of the New World in the medieval Warhammer.

The Lizardmen are a group of fighting people who once fought all over the world. They came from the ancient primeval forest of Lustria. The skilled Lizardmen warriors and the terrifying giant dinosaurs are their loyal soldiers, and their leader is The powerful toad magician known as Slann.

All their actions are extremely purposeful, and everything is for the grand plan of the Old Sages.

But on the other hand, it can also be said that it has no purpose at all, because even the oldest Slann Demon Priest does not know what the big plan is.

Maybe they're just trying to look busy.

Katum looked at the desolate ruins around him and was a little confused. If this is really the world of medieval Warhammer, at what point in time is it located?

Not the end of the world, right?

Katum had to worry about this, after all, the lizardmen would not abandon their temple city easily.

unless--

There are more troublesome enemies occupying this place!

Suddenly, while Bruce was still communicating with Katum, there was a rustling sound all around.

Gryffindor and Ravenclaw reacted immediately. One pulled out his sword from behind, and the other took out his wand and muttered something.

"There are enemies."

Gryffindor listened, 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 emerged from every corner of the temple city.

They crowded together, forming a black and gray squirming wave, so densely packed that it made people feel physically uncomfortable.

"Ratman!"

Katum suddenly shouted, "That's right, lizardmen and ratmen, this is the world of medieval Warhammer!!!"

Rat man?

Bruce looked at the monsters that appeared in front of him and felt goosebumps falling all over the place.

The heights of the rat men vary, from less than one meter to one meter to one and a half meters tall.

They are small and stooped, as if they could never stand upright.

The entire body is covered with a layer of short gray-black hair, which is rough and messy, exuding a putrid and damp smell.

The head of the rat man is very similar to that of a rat. The long pointed mouth protrudes forward, and the mouth is lined with sharp yellow teeth, which are uneven but very sharp. There are often food residues or dried blood stains on these teeth.

Their eyes are small, like two black beans inlaid on the sides of their heads. The eyes are turbid and dark black, shining with greed, cunning and cruelty.

"It's food, yes, yes, food!"

Bruce heard this sound coming from the Rat Crow.

Can rat men still talk?

Just as he was thinking this, the rat crowd echoed with the roar of mountains and tsunamis.

"Food! Food!"

Their pronunciation is extremely strange, as if they have a stuck throat, as if speaking a complete sentence is a huge torture for them.

"Bruce, stay back!"

Gryffindor didn't even think about it and stood in front of Bruce.

There was determination on his resolute face, and the crisis in front of him was obviously beyond imagination.

Gryffindor held the sword that shone with cold light tightly in one hand. The sword seemed to be flowing with the power of courage. The other hand held the wand steadily. The magic light on the top of the wand was like a jumping star, ready to release powerful magic at any time.

Even if he dies, he must get Bruce out safely, he thought.

Then, there was a blood-curdling creaking sound, and more Skaven appeared and attacked without hesitation.

First there is a group of slave rats, they are small but numerous, with blind obedience and instinctive fear in their eyes.

Behind them are the slightly larger and more cunning-looking clan rats, holding crude weapons in their hands, baring their teeth and making provocative calls.

Gryffindor didn't hesitate at all, he strode forward, swung his sword, and a silver arc flashed, and several slave rats were instantly chopped 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. The wand shot out bright rays of light, which penetrated the slave rats like sharp arrows, causing them to fall one after another.

Seeing this, the clan rats roared angrily and charged forward.

However, the first target they attacked was not Gryffindor, but the escaped slave rats.

Gryffindor has figured it out. It seems that the hierarchy among these rat monsters is very clear. The rats running in front are used as cannon fodder.

These monsters must not be allowed to enter the earth!

Gryffindor rushed forward, and the sword and the ratman's weapon collided with fierce sparks.

His sword skills were sharp, and each sword stabbed the rats' vital points accurately.

At the same time, he used the gap to swing his wand, and the magic flames released by the wand raged among the clan rats, burning many clan rats into charcoal.

The rats began to fight back frantically, trying to surround Gryffindor from all sides.

But Gryffindor shuttled through the rats like a whirlwind, cutting off the approaching enemies with his sword and sweeping away the threats in the distance with his wand.

But the number of rats was increasing, and even Gryffindor began to feel powerless.

"Are you ready!" He suddenly turned around and shouted.

"It's done!"

Ravenclaw suddenly opened her eyes. She had been standing there, silently reciting the spell.

At this time, the spell was finally ready!

Ravenclaw's eyes were fixed on the rat-men tidal wave. At this critical moment, she raised her wand high and began to chant an ancient and mysterious spell.

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As the spell was chanted, a powerful magical light began to gather at the top of the wand.

The light was like a few fireflies at first, and then it expanded rapidly, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a huge energy ball shining with dazzling blue light.

The energy ball became bigger and bigger, and the surrounding air seemed to be distorted by its power, making a "sizzling" sound, and the surrounding trees were oppressed by this power and the branches and leaves trembled.

When the energy ball expanded to cover a large area of ​​rats, Ravenclaw shouted the last syllable.

The energy ball was seen bursting out like a turbulent river of water, carrying the power of destroying the world and rushing towards the rat-men.

At the moment of touching the rat-men, a dazzling and extremely strong light burst out, accompanied by a deafening roar.

Wherever the light reached, the ratmen were destroyed in large numbers like harvested straw.

The ratmen in the front were instantly reduced to ashes, leaving no residue, and the ratmen behind were thrown around by the powerful impact, hitting the walls and rocks, making painful squeaks.

This powerful magic power raged in the ratmen, like a violent beast rampaging in it.

The originally surging ratmen were like fragile ants in front of this powerful spell, quickly disintegrated and dissipated, leaving only a mess of rainforest ruins and a burnt smell in the air, which was the residual smell of the ratmen after they were destroyed.

"Huh--"

Ravenclaw let out a long breath, then turned back and squeezed out a smile to Bruce, "How is it, is your teacher okay?"

"Indeed..."

Bruce was about to speak, but at this moment, in the oppressive temple, a larger ominous squeak spread like a surging tide.

More ratmen filed out from the corners of the ruins.

The slave rats were in the front. They were numerous and disorderly, and were driven forward by the clan rats behind them.

There was only madness and a desire for blood in their eyes. Their sharp claws scratched the ground, raising pieces of dirt.

"My God..."

Ravenclaw couldn't laugh anymore. How many of these rat-like monsters were there? How could they be killed?

"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."

Ravenclaw grabbed Bruce and Apparated without any hesitation, disappearing from the spot.

Gryffindor snorted coldly and followed the Apparition.

...

The three of them 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 channel itself was not very stable. Under Ravenclaw's attack, it collapsed not long after.

Until then, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It really depends on me."

Dense beads of sweat have appeared on Ravenclaw's forehead. If he moves a little later, those rat creatures will find this channel and enter their world.

The consequences are really disastrous!

But simply destroying the channel is not a solution at all. These space channels have been appearing all over the world, and there are many stable existences among them, which cannot be easily destroyed.

Sooner or later, the monsters on the other side will enter this world and bring endless disasters.

"We have to think of a way."

Gryffindor said, "It is impossible for us to solve the world on the other side!"

At this moment, Gryffindor's words seemed a little discouraged, but his whole temperament was completely different.

His eyes were bright, flashing with unprecedented excitement.

This ruthless man who fought his way out of the new rules from the war era, the blood that had been suppressed for many years, finally burned again!