Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

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Humans don't know that their world has just been on the verge of destruction, or that the great creature that once ruled the world has almost torn the curtain and returned to the world again.

But Tokyo, Japan has really experienced the end of the world, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, tsunamis, rainstorms...

On the display map on the satellite cloud layer, dense rain clouds can be seen gathering over the Tokyo metropolitan area, while on the ground, it is a dark swirling rain cloud surrounding Tokyo, mixed with lightning with an astonishing frequency, as if the world is dying The apostles are about to appear.

The major airports in Tokyo have fallen into a state of chaos. Countless people want to escape from this doomsday city. Even the senior leaders of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government are ready to take His Majesty the Emperor to Kaijun...

But suddenly, the torrential rain stopped, the sea tide began to recede, the cumulonimbus clouds covering the sky dispersed, and the cold but bright winter sun fell on Tokyo, where half of the area was soaked in water.

The panicked and crowded people at the airport just a second ago stopped, staring blankly at the blue sky and white clouds outside the floor-to-ceiling windows with traces of water still remaining.

It's as if the world played a joke on them.

Even in the Nibelungen, the awakening of the White King still brought catastrophe to Tokyo in the real world. He can stir up the magma tide in the ground with one breath, and sink the four islands of Japan into the bottom of the sea with a flap of his wings. .

And with the fall of King Bai, the vision of heaven and earth caused by him also disappeared.

Of course, the citizens of Tokyo will not know all this. Except for the heads of the Snaki Eight Clans, the mixed races in the world will not know that the White Emperor who once ruled the world with the Black Emperor has been awakened, and then from his authority. Fallen from the throne.

There is only one person who knows this battlefield and knows the result.

The old army that King Bai is proud of may be able to flatten this world, but the human army that stops him can criss-cross the galaxy.

Twenty minutes after his own fall, most of his old army was quickly destroyed by the god titan. As the last half-blood servant was killed by a bomb blasting his head, what is unknown in the food of the night The war is completely over.

With the demise of the releaser and the phantom army, although the effect of the domain still remains, it is only a matter of time before it disappears.

According to normal war etiquette, Lu Mingfei should express his gratitude to Om Messiah's God Machine, but because of the problem of mental power consumption, he still canceled the existence of maintaining two warrior-level Titans and Titan Guards——

If it is placed in that universe, this kind of rude behavior will definitely be sanctioned by all the believers of Mechanicus.

The Astartes of the three chapters of the Lamenters, Salamanders, and Emperor's Scythes loudly praised the victory bestowed on them by the Emperor and the Primarch, and fighting alongside their other battle-brothers made their spirits high.

Especially the weepers, the angel figure with outstretched wings in the sky made them shout the name of "Holy Leno".

Lu Mingfei didn't pay attention during the battle just now, and it wasn't until now that the battle was over that he realized how real these brothers looked, with flesh and blood and their own feelings.

Lu Mingfei even had the illusion that the one standing in front of him was actually the brothers fighting in the dark and cold universe.

He tried to speak to them, but he was surrounded by an ecstatic group of white-haired nuns, irises in gold in their bright red or black power armor.

They are so beautiful, with hot eyes staring at him on their pretty faces, Lu Mingfei, who can think freely now, can't help but suspect that the people who selected them might have impure motives.

However, with the fanaticism of the nuns, even if they open their mouths to praise their beauty, they will not feel honored, and it is estimated that they will be disfigured immediately to prove that their dedication to the emperor is the most important thing.

"Thank you for your devotion to this battle. The Emperor's holy light will always protect his loyal warriors."

Out of etiquette, Lu Mingfei still thanked the fighting nuns.

"It is our duty to fight for the Emperor, Holy One."

The leading high-ranking nun was wearing bright red power armor, and her amber eyes were fixed on Lu Mingfei. Under her leadership, all the fighting nuns saluted him.

"..."

Lu Mingfei didn't know how to face them. He was an Astartes warrior, and his understanding of the emperor's saint only existed in the story.

In order to avoid these troubles, Lu Mingfei released the spiritual power that maintained the existence of their phantoms after expressing his sins to the emperor's daughters in his heart.

The figures of the fighting nuns were shrouded in a hazy golden halo, and then slowly disappeared.

He breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the Astartes not far away, and walked over quickly.

"The Emperor's Sage has come."

The Astartes reacted differently.

Because of Holy Leno, the Lamenters saluted the Emperor's Saint first to show their respect, followed by the Emperor's Scythe. Only the Salamanders, the founding regiment, were not too enthusiastic. Under the leadership of the captain, those Astartes wearing dark green power armor saluted Lu Mingfei out of respect for the emperor's will.

"..."

Even though Lu Mingfei had thousands of words in his heart that he wanted to share with his blood brothers, he couldn't express them at this time.

His current identity is Lu Mingfei, and his current state is very much like a saint blessed by the emperor.

Although the soul and mentality are the same, their identities are completely different, and it is very difficult to integrate into them as before.

"The Emperor's splendor will forever bless his loyal warriors."

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, put away the loss and peace in his heart, and spoke to the phantom of his brothers.

The spiritual power of the Manifesting Emperor's Scythe and the Salamanders was released, and their figures slowly disappeared under the warm and hazy golden halo.

And finally the weepers.

Even the Wailers in its heyday did not have as many warriors gathered here. Many Astartes who died, disappeared, and died in the Badab War were all materialized by Lu Mingfei, even including In the future, he has become himself a champion warrior.

A divine halo surrounds the Chapter, which has been cursed with doom since its founding.

But the soldiers of the Wailers will not give up their original intentions because of the cruelty of fate. Even if they are squeezed out by the empire, they are not understood or even suspected by other battle groups, and they encounter all kinds of terrible heresies and aliens one after another...

They did not embrace blood thirst, let alone fall into chaos, but have been guarding human beings desperately in their own way.

In a popular saying, it is: Weepers will not be unhappy or even unlucky because of their bad life, so they will not help others or refuse to save them.

"May your souls live forever in the light of the Golden Throne with Sanguine Les, brothers."

Lu Mingfei said softly, crossing his hands in front of his chest, and performed the final eagle salute to the real illusions of the weepers, completely releasing the spiritual power that maintained their existence.

Afterwards, he felt the attention of his gaze, and looked up, only to see the holy Saint Leno flapping his wings and flying down slowly, with the white feathers fluttering in the light spots behind him.

Lu Mingfei's heartbeat started to speed up again, and he hurriedly regained his posture. For the descendants of the Blood Angels, Saint Leno is a legendary existence second only to the father of the Primarch, Saint Leno.

"It is an honor to meet you, Lord Saint Leno."

"The avatar that alarmed you was involved in the battle here. If there is any offense, please forgive me."

Lu Mingfei knelt down on one knee, performing the ancient supreme etiquette of the Blood Angels.

Saint Leno fell in front of him, staring at Lu Mingfei from behind the perfect Saint Leon's golden mask without emotion.

The dazzling silver arc on the holy sword he killed the White King disappeared, and the other hand held a golden holy grail with a bright blood drop mark.

Lu Mingfei recognized this Holy Grail. In the Holy Blood Angels, it was called the Blood Red Holy Grail. It preserved the holy blood of St. Jeremy, and only the most loyal and reliable Holy Blood Priests could have it.

Before the return of Sanguine Les, the Ninth Legion was a terrifying existence on the battlefield, dark and cruel, known as the "battlefield ghoul".

Until the return of the Primarch, he knelt down to the excluded and evaded Ninth Legion, declared his full allegiance to the Legion, and poured blood in the ensuing battle, winning their respect and loyalty.

After understanding the bloodthirsty and thirsty nature of the soldiers of his legion, Sanguinius did not despair because the legion may degenerate into monsters that can only kill in the future, but taught them to replace the desire for slaughter and bloodshed with glory and pride. Longing, the baptism of battlefield ghouls sublimated into noble blood angels.

Even for the warriors who were in the midst of killing, Sanjieles did not give up because of this, but used his Primarch's blood to let them rest and calm down.

After being silent for a long time, Lu Mingfei tried to slowly release the spiritual power that maintained the Holy Leno.

However, the other party did not disappear, and still stayed in place and stared at Lu Mingfei.

This unimaginable change made Lu Mingfei's eyes widen and his heart beat wildly.

The Saint Leonor in front of me—seems to be no phantom! ?

At this moment, San Jieleno, who had been silent all this time, finally moved.

He raised the Holy Grail in his hand, and a substance shining with golden light slowly rose from the cup, like a tiny twinkling sun.

"...Is it the blood of Sanguinius, but it doesn't look like it."

Lu Mingfei raised his eyes, staring at the golden material that looked a bit like a piece of gemstone, and felt only warmth and peace from it.

The golden fragments slowly floated towards him and merged into his body.

"This……"

Lu Mingfei was shocked for a while.

This was also an accident that he could not have imagined—it was naturally impossible for him to think that Saint Leno would bring any evil and harmful substances.

"Master Saint Leno... what you gave me...is the holy blood of Lord Saint Leno?"

He asked tentatively, and at the same time, his heart was filled with various expectations.

To the Son of an Angel, receiving the Primarch's blood is one of the highest honors.

However, San Jieleno remained silent. He put down the blood-red Holy Grail, and a hazy golden halo enveloped him.

Finally disappeared in place.

(End of this chapter)