Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 100
Fingal rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't dazzled.

There really was a layer of golden radiance emerging from Lu Mingfei's body!

And as his prayers became more passionate, the golden light supplemented with human warmth gradually became solid and shining, turning into a pair of hazy wings of light behind Lu Mingfei.

Finger finally understood at this moment why Lu Mingfei liked the word "angel" so much——

The self-proclaimed "Angel of Death", the war group named "Weeping Angel", and the "Picture of Angels Leading the Army" in the Black Moon Hall...

The head of Ganqing himself is really an angel who descended to earth!

But he feels different from those immortal spokesmen in theological religion.

Although Fingel did not feel any urge to convert to his faith from Lu Mingfei.

But at least the light on his body can really make people feel at ease.

Lu Mingfei finished praying, and when he opened his eyes, there was a striking golden light blooming in his pupils.

"I am called. The xenos of this filth will be cleansed under the wrath of the Emperor."

He said, and the light wings behind him flapped slightly.

Fingel didn't know what to say, he was very self-aware, and worried that the flirty words he blurted out would affect the sacred atmosphere.

The silver-white sword ignited a golden flame, and Lu Mingfei felt Jingyue's fearful mood swings.

"Accept it, it is a blessing from the great Emperor."

Lu Mingfei said softly.

Huo Ling obediently accepted the injection of the unknown power, and became cheerful again.

Lu Mingfei pressed the headset and said to Chu Zihang who was on the 38th floor:
"Pray to the Emperor, brother, and show your loyalty."

"He's watching us."

While he was speaking, the sound of gunfire from upstairs was as continuous as firecrackers exploding.

……

4 minutes ago.

After a brief pause on the 38th floor, the four gangsters Hongzhong, Facai, Sitong, and Dabing took the VIP elevator and arrived at their destination smoothly.

Genji Heavy Industries No.40 five floors.

"The reward for the No. 50 target is 35 billion yen, plus the 800 billion for the No. [-] target... In conversion, each of us can get at least more than [-] million U.S. dollars."

Four barrels adjusted the hideous Russian GShG-7.62 four-barreled Gatling machine gun in his hand, and he had already begun to calculate the reward after the mission.

"Don't talk too much, people who say this in movies are often the first to die."

Fa Cai's voice was still cold.

"Hey, that's not necessarily true. Since we're all gathered here, it means that we all have some 'special abilities'."

"I believe that everyone has their own way of escaping, right?"

Hongzhong's tone is relaxed and cheerful.

"We only have 3 minutes, and the speed should be fast enough."

Dabing, who was carrying a black aluminum alloy box, said in a deep voice, it seems that he is the one who cares most about the mission in the team.

"Ding—the 45th floor is here, please pay attention to open the door safely."

It didn't take too long to go from the 38th floor to the 45th floor. After a short exchange, the four gangsters had already arrived at their target.

The mission officially begins.

Hong Zhong adjusted his mood, and hummed a melodious and ancient syllable, some power was gathering.

"Fire!"

Almost as soon as the elevator door opened and the syllables in red fell, the gangsters in the elevator heard deafening gunshots and intense and dazzling fire.

Among them was a rocket-propelled grenade flying in with a strong tail flame!
The elites of the Sheqi Bajia Executive Bureau did not intend to spare the lives of these lunatics, and wanted to turn the VIP elevator into their coffins and cremate them.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, the rocket-propelled grenade exploded, and the entire floor trembled violently.

The elites are still holding weapons and facing the smoke-filled elevator entrance. The second rocket-propelled grenade has been loaded, and the man carrying the RPG wants to move——

Suddenly, he realized that his feet seemed to be stuck in a swamp and he couldn't move.

The hard ground wrapped in steel plates became as soft and sticky as a swamp at some point. Many elites noticed this and wanted to drag the soles of their feet out quickly.

They heard the ancient syllables coming from the VIP elevator still covered in smoke after the roar of the explosion.

The gangsters did not die in the explosion!
The elites of the executive bureau didn't care to break free, and immediately fired back. Several people burst out high-spirited ancient language from their throats, wanting to cast the spirit of words.

But the ground under their feet seemed to come alive, several groups of black viscous liquid entangled their mouths, noses and bodies, dragging them into the ground, just like the evil spirits lurking in the swamp toward the people trapped in the swamp. The prey launched a hunting action.

The smoke from the explosion dissipated, and the unharmed gangsters appeared in front of the crowd trapped by the ground.

There is an invisible stance that wraps and protects them, just like an invisible shield, isolating all incoming bullets and explosions.

Word spirit. The pure land of defilement, a dangerous word spirit ranked No. 66 on the periodic table of word spirits.

The person who released the spirit was a mixed race wearing a red hood. He stood in the front and sheltered the three bandits into the defensive area of ​​Ligou Pure Land.

And the female hemp bandit wearing a fortune hood, chanting ancient and long syllables, dragged all the elites in the corridor outside the elevator into the death swamp where the ground was distorted by the power of words and spirits.

Word spirit. Greedy, a high-risk word spirit ranked 90 on the periodic table of word spirits.

The ground within the domain of the spirit of speech will melt into other forms such as quicksand, swamps, wetlands, etc. You can also choose to maintain the previous form and be freely controlled by the spirit of speech users.

"Two minutes and 32 seconds left."

Dabing said in a deep voice, the pace of the four of them became fast, and the hardness of the ground had returned to normal under Fa Cai's control.

The people who were dragged into the swamp by Tanyan also died in the ground, and the only remaining hands and feet that were not swallowed were exposed on the ground, which looked quite strange.

Four barrels carried his GShG-7.62 four-barreled Gatling to the front, and the barrel was always in a preheated and rotating posture.

From the two barrels of his four-barreled hood, there is a faint golden light shining. Any enemy relying on a bunker or hiding in a dark room cannot escape his eyes, and is brutally shot by his machine gun. shredded.

"Yo-ho! Sineshineshine!"

Seeing the splash of flesh and blood, Sitong shouted excitedly.

Word Spirit. Eye of the Wind, a low-risk word spirit ranked 20 on the periodic table of speech spirits. When the word spirit is activated, the releaser of the word spirit can detect even a slight change in the airflow within the line of sight——

The puffs and gasps when talking, the wind blown by the door suddenly opening... even the weak airflow left behind when they walk, the four tubes can capture and confirm the opponent's position at the first time, and then tear them into pieces with the Gatling in their hands .

"Left left then right, one minute and 43 seconds left."

Dabing, who was at the end of the team, told the direction of progress and the remaining time. They moved quickly in this winding and cobweb-like labyrinth corridor, and anyone who stood in the way would be mercilessly obliterated.

All the security doors along the way were open to the four gangsters, as if they were the masters of the place, and the deeper the corridor became, the wider it became.

At the 70-second countdown to Dabing, they saw the silver-white metal door at the end of the passage, so they slowed down.

"There are many doctors gathered at the door."

"Kill directly."

Dabing said coldly.

"Then we won't be able to go to heaven..."

Although he said so, Sitong still excitedly pointed Gatling's gun at the doctors and nurses who were huddled outside the door and looked terrified.

Blood spurted and flew, and within ten seconds they were turned into broken corpses all over the ground under the terrifying firepower.

As if awakened by the noise, a girl with silver-white hair slowly appeared in the sight of the four gangsters holding the metal door.

The girl glanced at the bloody corpses at the door, and the sad expression on her pretty pale face flashed away.

Then, she looked at the four gangsters who stopped because of her appearance, and a golden light shone in her eyes.

She spoke, and the language passed down from the ancient times will resurface to the world at this moment.

That word is:
"die!"

　So sleepy, so sleepy...I can't stand it anymore, I've been busy all day today...QAQ
　　
　
(End of this chapter)