All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

After working continuously for two days and one night, Zana Tubin was on the verge of physical and mental limits. He was blind, his limbs were like cold and swollen iron, unable to move at all, his empty stomach was groaning, and he wore a Wearing an explosive collar, his daughter was imprisoned, with her life hanging by a thread.

His companions were asked to kill each other by the brutal Bane followers, begging for mercy in the most self-degrading tone. The slightest disrespect and resistance would lead to dire consequences.

Even so, he still prostrated himself and prayed to God Gond with all his heart.

In desperate moments, pray to the gods. This is a fine anesthetic, which is as different as tincture of opium. It can make people forget all the pain of life and endure all the humiliation.

Lind, Gale and Jaheira gathered in this cramped dormitory, looking at the blind dwarf lying on the mattress, like a tired insect repellent or a tired screw.

"Oh, great Gond, grant me precision, grant me creativity... Protect my daughter, keep her safe, and let your humble followers survive this disaster... Why don't you answer? Do you really listen? Reached?"

Lind dispelled the spell that transformed the body into gas, and used the psychic power of the mind flayer tadpole to penetrate Zana's heart. The dwarf's heart was burning, and praying to the gods failed to calm his anger and fighting spirit. He knew very well that praying to the gods was often ineffective, and mortals still needed to create their own destiny.

Lind rubbed his shoes on the floor, making a slight noise. Zanna stiffened, and then asked humbly: "Is it the supervisor?"

"Shh, be quiet. Listen to me—we're here to save you."

"You?" Zanna was as angry as a gnat, almost drowned in the background noise of the factory, "No, Mr. Supervisor, I have no intention of betrayal."

Next, the craftsmen cut off the zombie's head and stuffed the body into the operating cabin inside the Iron Guard.

They arrived at the research room through the downward freight elevator without anyone noticing.

"Don't you thank your God Gond?" Linde asked with a low smile.

Linde and the other three followed the craftsman closely, passing through the thick iron door and arriving inside the control center.

Zana shuddered and lowered his head sadly.

Gale also released the gas form, and then blessed himself with advanced invisibility. He said with emotion: "Look, how well they are trained, miserable slaves, no one should be treated like this."

"Okay, we are Gotash's rival and Duke Belina Steme's partner. We are going to paralyze all the Iron Guards and rescue you by the way."

"No, our families are still in their hands. As long as we rebel, they will kill all the hostages, and the collars around our necks, they can detonate them remotely."

After passing the miserable engine manufacturing area, we came to the even more terrifying surgery area.

The furnace in the laboratory is boiling hot, the air is turbid and muggy, and the smell of sulfur and blood reminds the adventurer of the Furnace of Vengeance in the Dark Hell. No, this place is more like Avernus, the first level of hell.

Gale asked curiously, "This collar doesn't look very secure, so can't you take it off yourself?"

Linde and Gale both blessed themselves with advanced invisibility skills, while Jaheira simply turned into a little mouse.

This is the area where the Hellfire Engine and Control Center are produced, next to the Iron Guard's control center.

"Mystra, sir..." Gale couldn't help but murmured as he faced the scene in front of him.

The three of them did not choose to leave the same way, but continued to explore the steel plant in depth.

The craftsman will then implant the mind flayer tadpoles into the brain tissue to complete the infection.

This group of craftsmen are kind and compassionate, and the Bane believers use this to trap them. The so-called noble is the epitaph of the noble, that's it. Bane, the god of tyranny, knows best about management and can train people into obedient dogs.

In the continent of Faerûn, a mortal can believe in multiple gods at the same time, just like Linde's family worships various gods. Often a specific deity is chosen as their patron saint.

The fresh brain storage tank was stuffed into the mechanical groove. As the transparent solution continued to flow into the top pipeline, the undead brain began to beat like a heart, producing lively conscious activities.

Jaheira meowed, and Lind understood what she was saying: Have backbone.

"Ah, the gods are too far away, so they will care about the lives of mortals? I only know that you are the living saviors. Although my eyes are blind, my heart is not blind." Zana's tone was a little humorous, and the more he became The more painful the situation, the more humorous elements can be spawned.

A large number of Bann believers were watching the Gond believers, and the craftsmen were nervous. If they missed, they would be injured at work, or whipped and beaten at worst.

"King of the Tower?" Zana's expression changed. He suddenly clasped his hands and raised his index finger. A faint white light shone from behind the cloth covering his eyes.

"However, when we find out where the hostages are, we will definitely rescue them. Then we will deal with this group of people."

<divclass="contentadv">"...What? Oh, yes, I understand." The blind craftsman felt great joy again. He said sincerely: "Thank you."

"What are they doing?" Jaheira inhaled slightly, "It is simply something that a mad mage would do, a madman like Joan Irenekas."

A zombie lay on the cold operating bed. Gond craftsmen used bone saws, chisels and hammers to pry open the Tianling cover and take out the brain inside. The zombies do not fail, but continue to maintain contact with the detached brain tissue.

Linde smiled: "Okay, I will take care of whatever the gods don't care about."

Zana's approach is very normal. He is a devout believer in Gond and a light believer in the Tower King.

"Gond believers, you were free before and you will be free in the future. This is my promise - by the oath of the paladin and the name of the tower king."

Zana Tubin warned them that the darkest secrets of the steel plant were hidden in the underground laboratory, and they should be careful, as it was truly heavily guarded.

Linde said softly: "Then just pretend we haven't been here."

Linde was a little embarrassed, "It's this gesture again... aren't you a Gond believer?"

The tadpole brain was stuffed into an empty glass jar and immediately transported to the control center next door.

"No, all the collars are connected. As long as one is taken off, all of them will explode. Sacrifice your companions just to survive for yourself, we can't do this kind of thing."

Zannah said softly: "Yes, I serve my god Gond. He is the god of crafts, the bringer of miracles, and the creator of all things. But I also worship the King of the Tower. He is the god of books, enlightenment, and dreams. Master of the world.”

Linde said softly: "Look, a 'computer' is online."

With the successful launch of the brain storage tank, the newly assembled Iron Guard in the research room also "alive". Walking, jumping, and attacking are all controlled by the zombie body inside, and the zombie's body is controlled by the brain, which in turn It was remotely controlled by the Supreme God and Gotash.

Just looking at the appearance, people would never guess that there is a headless zombie hidden inside the iron lump.

This is the secret of the Iron Guard: a combination of necromancy, mind flayers, and craftsmanship, a truly genius creation.