Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 130 Decameron. Sakurai Kogure
However, Lu Mingfei is still considering whether to let them get in touch with the mass production of bolt guns and related ammunition from the very beginning.

White King's keel cross may be able to hang their allegiance for a while, but who can guarantee how long the loyalty of these Japanese people can be guaranteed?
Especially after I returned to Kassel Academy, it was impossible to supervise the situation here in detail.

Lu Mingfei didn't want to hand them the mass-produced bolt guns or even the alchemy power armor they might develop to deal with him in the end.

Let's do a big cleaning and change your own person to the top?
No, I don't have anyone and I don't have the ability to govern.

His genetic father is not Roboute Guilliman, and he does not have the ability to comprehensively govern internal affairs like the "Ultimate Warrior", the descendant of the Primarch.

Even the Wailers, a warband that often wanders on the edge of the empire's borders, have heard that "Ultramar" under the rule of the Ultramarines is a paradise-like world.

Maybe it's possible to intersperse your own eyeliner here like "Assassin Court"?

But whom?
To be honest, the only Japanese that Lu Mingfei can trust is Erika Uesugi. That child's heart is pure and flawless, but she is definitely not suitable for being an eyeliner.

Lu Mingfei was thinking in his heart while visiting the Yanliu Research Institute with Miyamoto Shio.

"It would be great if there is someone who can be responsible for the development of the battle group. I only need to be responsible for concentrating on fighting..."
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"A car followed us."

Fingel said suddenly, and suddenly increased the speed of the car on the silent and white fog-shrouded mountain road.

Chu Zihang glanced at the rearview mirror, only to see a black Maybach behind their Honda.

He frowned, and grasped the bone of Tian Congyun in his hand——

The other one was left by him at Genji Heavy Industries. He is not yet good at two-sword swordsmanship. It is not a rational behavior to blindly pursue the blade of a weapon.

"General Wang...I can feel him coming."

Yuanzhinv's body suddenly began to tremble, her pale and gloomy expression was filled with fear.

"Bring the car over."

Chu Zihang said in a low voice, golden hot lava lit up from his eyes.

"No problem, deputy head!"

Fingel ordered, turned the steering wheel and reduced the speed of the car at the same time, the driver of the black Maybach had no time to change lanes along with him.

When he reacted, the Maybach rubbed against the rear of the decelerating Honda, and the two cars became parallel.

"It's a pity that this car isn't expensive enough. If it's expensive enough, I'll have a whirlwind charge tornado and have a passionate collision with him."

Fingel muttered, and through the co-pilot, he saw the face of the driver of the Maybach who was neither sad nor happy, watching him while raising the Uzi submachine gun in his hand.

The gun flames were shining, and the bullets were sprinkled like water. Fingel immediately bent down, turned the steering wheel and slammed into the Maybach at the same time.

"boom!"

The two cars collided, sparking a little.

The window in the back row was rolled down, Minamoto saw the old man wearing a Noh mask, he waved his hand gently towards her, the smiling face of the prince was like a ghost.

A snake of cold terror emerged from the bottom of his heart - only to be driven away by the scorching heat.

"It seems that he is the king general."

Yuanzhinv's expression gave Chu Zihang the answer that Lu Mingfei had already chopped up this heretic into rotten meat when he was in the Bliss Pavilion, and he hadn't seen the whole one yet.

"boom!"

He kicked open the door of the Honda, and leaped out like a lion out of the cage with Amacongyun in his hand. He jumped in the air, and the bone blade drew a silver-white knife rainbow, trying to cut off the heresy together with the Maybach .

The king didn't even look at the deadly blade that struck, the eyes behind Gongqing's face that seemed to swallow people were still staring at Yuanzhinv, and he raised the clapper in his hand.

Chu Zihang seemed to smell a familiar scent, followed by something grabbing Tian Congyun's blade.

A figure rushed out from the king's body, grabbed the bone of Tian Congyun and tore off the roof of the Maybach, a pair of fierce iron-blue membrane wings stretched out, and the golden eyes held a gap between anger and hunger. emotions in between.

Tian Congyun is a sharp sword that can cut through the world. The sharp claws of the dragon-shaped Deadpool had already been cut open when it grabbed the bone blade. Chu Zihang took advantage of the situation and drew a shining edge to kill the dragon-shaped Waiting for the strong arms to be chopped.

In the past, Lu Mingfei was the one who dealt with such ferocious aliens, but now Chu Zihang confronted them personally, witnessing the ferocious form of the aliens, which seemed to be a fusion of dragons and evil spirits.

But the witness only lasted less than a second. The two confronted on the roof of the Maybach. The dragon-shaped Deadpool suddenly lowered, and the long tail on his lower body swam towards Chu Zihang at an astonishingly fast speed. Like an anaconda trying to kill a buffalo.

What responded to it was the scorching bone blade, the blazing dragon blood was burning, and the loyal heart turned into flames with hatred and anger towards the alien, and the sharp knife light instantly strangled the alien's long tail into three sections.

With the ultimate sharp blade and fearless fighting spirit, what the enemy is is not important to Chu Zihang, he just needs to chop and purify it with the will of the great lord of mankind!
"Boom! Boom!"

The confrontation between Fingel and the Maybach driver was also decided. The Uzi submachine gun with the extended magazine in the latter's hand did not hurt Fingel at all. Bronze-like color.

The victor was determined by the ferocious bolt pistol in Fingal's hand. The .70 caliber weapon unique to the Wailing Angels Chapter spewed out sparkling flames. Accompanied by deafening gunshots, two metal storm burst The bullet tore the driver together with the steering wheel and the door!
The Maybach lost control and the body began to spin and spin, but then the Maybach's digital control system automatically braked and locked to a stop.

The kinetic energy threw Chu Zihang on the roof of the car, and he was piercing through the body of the dragon-shaped Deadpool with a knife. The hard scales and muscles made of bronze could not block Tian Congyun's blade, and the scorching dragon blood splashed everywhere.

But the alien still has the ability to fly.

At this moment, Chu Zihang heard a strange clap sound.

Sitting in the backseat of the Maybach, the general sounded the clapper in his hand as if nothing had happened.

The voice came to Yuanzhinv's ears so clearly, as if it was playing right next to his ears, his face was ferocious and confused at times, and occasionally he saw hell-like fear.

The personality fragment named Kazama Ruri actually showed signs of regrouping amidst the strange sound of clappers.

"Hey, are you okay..."

Fingel did not remove the preliminary enhanced form of the bronze throne, and stared warily at the twitching and struggling Yuanzhi girl in the back seat who was hugging her head.

"Stop...stop! I don't want...to change back!"

"I want...to be with my brother! I am Yuanzhinv!"

Yuan Zhinv didn't hear Fingel's words, and the cowardly mountain boy tried hard to smash the personality fragments of the evil spirit named Kazama Ruri in the dark shrine, his hands were covered with blood.

It wasn't until the sound of the clapper was swallowed up by the deafening explosion that he struggled from his nightmare to return to reality.

The Maybach, which ordinary people might not be able to afford for a few lifetimes, was engulfed by Chu Zihang's "Jun Yan". The bright orange fireball was no different from a napalm bomb, and instantly shattered the Maybach and the half-dead Deadpool.

Chu Zihang had no intention of interrogating that heresy, and this heresy should be purified with the emperor's wrath.

"This can also be used as the property of the battle group! Deputy head, you are impulsive!"

Fingel was heartbroken when he saw it. It was a Maybach anyway. He drove the Dora in the college. You must know that the group of criminal bourgeois students in the student union were all sports cars like Lamborghini Silva. Sa. Gattuso is driving a Bugatti Veyron.

Chu Zihang ignored him, and dragged Tian Congyun, who was still hot, back into the car:
"Anymore?"

"..."

Yuan Zhinu was silent for a while, fine beads of sweat gathered on her smooth forehead.

But compared to the muddy and dull eyes before, his eyes became much clearer, as if he had stepped out of that decadent and jaded look.

"Have."

He said softly, "There should be another person who knows more secrets about the king."

"Very well, let's go."

Chu Zihang nodded.
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After the fresh rain in the empty mountain, the weather is late in autumn.

The black Honda with obvious signs of hanging paint stopped in front of a shrine in the mountains, and the wet and cold mist was wrapped in the fragrant smell of soil.

There was silence all around, and the rustling sound of the three people's boots stepping on the soil was exceptionally clear. If it wasn't for the beautiful environment and the humanoid weapon of the deputy head, Fingel was worried that he would be tricked by Yuan Zhinv into Silent Hill. Then there was a horrible female ghost hiding in that shrine.

But female ghosts are not scary.

The bright kimono stands out against the monotonous tones of white mist and wet soil——

This is the "twelve singles", the most solemn kimono, consisting of twelve different silk garments, whose colors change from the inside out, like layers of clouds.

The woman wearing it is equally beautiful and coquettish, and the mountain peach blossom slanted on the curled up black long hair is also eclipsed by the woman's smiling face like a peach blossom.

"I am Sakurai Kogure, welcome Your Highness and two distinguished guests."

In the eyes of the three, she raised her long skirt and bowed her knees gracefully, like a coquettish butterfly.

"Wow."

Fingal nodded in admiration.

Chu Zihang silently mentioned Tian Congyun's bone, and he didn't have the slightest hesitation in killing because the other party was a beautiful woman.

"Chu Jun... can she let me solve it?"

Yuanzhinv said softly suddenly.

Both Chu Zihang and Finger were a little surprised, this was the first time he spoke on his own initiative in two days.

Chu Zihang thought for a while, then slightly lowered Tian Congyun's bone blade.

"Thank you, Mr. Chu."

Yuanzhinv bowed deeply to Chu Zihang, and then stepped forward.

"You are back, Your Highness."

Sakurai Kogure looked at Yuan Zhinv's beautiful eyes with confusion, and smiled softly.

"Where is the general?"

Yuanzhinv stared at this woman and said softly.

During most of his time as Kazama Ruri, this beautiful woman was his plaything, he had kissed her lips, her forehead domineeringly, fiercely, or meekly...

He has tasted everything in the other person's body.

Many a night, the two of them cuddled together, like two lonely ghosts keeping warm in this dark world.

"He is not here now. Your Highness, you are late."

Sakurai Kogure stared at Yuan Zhinv's somewhat cloudy eyes:

"Has the other you left?"

(End of this chapter)