Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 141
"I can ask Fingel to teach you the knowledge of the Spiritual Speech class, and see if you can find a way to awaken the Spiritual Speech."

Lu Mingfei thought about it, and it was true.

For a "soldier of alchemy", not only the corresponding knowledge, but also the corresponding ability.

Just like the "technical sergeants" in the battle group, when they became Astartes, they were sent to Mars, the stronghold of the Mechanicus, for "advanced studies", and they "graduated" after dozens of years of study Returning to the warband, he is responsible for the manufacture and maintenance of various types of war equipment in the armory.

Although the mechanized transformation of the body and the belief in the God of Myriad Opportunities will inevitably create some distance between them and other combat brothers, Lu Mingfei still respects these seniors——

Because the Wailers have not been able to obtain regular supplies all year round, many weapons and equipment are refurbished and reused by technical sergeants.

"Hey, good."

Old Tang chuckled, and began to look forward to what kind of superpower he would awaken in the future... Oh no, it was the spirit of speech.

Lu Mingfei got up and left, and went to Yuanzhinv's room.

As a sinner, Lu Mingfei treated him quite well—the premise is that his speech can really achieve the effect that Lu Mingfei wanted.

"You're here."

Yuan Zhinv sat on the bed, stared at Lu Mingfei who pushed open the door, and spoke softly.

It seems to have been waiting for a long time.

"I'm dealing with the alchemy sergeant these days."

Lu Mingfei sat down on the chair next to the bed calmly, "It's your turn next. I hope your ability can achieve the effect I expect, otherwise you are of no value to the war group."

"I see. I will do my best to atone for your sin."

Yuan Zhinv said softly, "My word spirit, the nightmare, can turn dreams into an extremely real spiritual cage, and those affected by the nightmare will be immersed in this dream and cannot escape."

"For a target with weak mental power, I can drag it into any nightmare I created to kill, but for a target with strong mental power..." He paused slightly, "I can only passively enter the opponent's dream, but This is also extremely dangerous for me, because my own consciousness will also be trapped, and losing control is tantamount to spiritual death—”

"That's how Kazama Liuli's spiritual personality was broken."

This is the spirit of spiritual power controlled by the blood of the White King. It sounds quite dangerous. It can obliterate a person's spirit and cause death without a sound.

For ordinary people, there is always a trace of softness and warmth deep in their hearts, or memories of horror and thrills. Nightmare tapirs can start from here, drag the opponent's spirit into it, and then lay down a deadly killer.

For example, in a dream, when having a warm dinner with your lover or family, your lover suddenly smiles and takes out a sharp knife and stabs it in your chest...

"What about the choice of the dream? Is it based on your choice or my choice?"

Lu Mingfei didn't care about this. His soul had fought for the emperor and mankind for a hundred years, and he had been tempered in countless fights with aliens, heretics, and traitors to be tenacious and unyielding.

Even in the illusion of black rage, he has never fallen into the laughter of the Chaos Blood God, let alone the mere spiritual ability of the dragon alien.

"Under normal circumstances... Nightmare tapirs will give priority to selecting the most recent memory of your past with the most emotional fluctuations and facing death, but the fatality rate of this kind of dream is also dangerous..."

Yuanzhinv was interrupted by Lu Mingfei before she finished speaking:
"Then what is the condition for the release of the word spirit? It is up to you to decide or do you have to wait for the target to die completely before it can be released?"

"Under normal circumstances, I can take the initiative to release the words...but if there is a higher level of power to intervene..."

Having said this, Yuanzhinv's face suddenly turned pale, and her body trembled slightly, "Just like Kazama Ruri, when he realized that he couldn't kill you in your dream, he tried to disarm the spirit but failed. The supreme power restricts him to passively follow your dreams until his spirit dies and his personality is broken."

"A higher level of power intervenes..."

Lu Mingfei frowned slightly. To be honest, this term gave him a bad impression.

Especially when it comes to slaying evil heretic sects on outlying planets, this so-called power often represents the loathsome beings of the warp.

But when he recalled that dream, he immediately felt relieved, the golden thunder, the thunderous announcement, such a great power should come from the great emperor.

"Now you don't have to worry about this. The point now is that I need you to be able to accurately drag me into the memory segment I designated, which is why I keep you in the battle group."

Lu Mingfei said.

Yuan Zhinv's spiritual ability may be dangerous and deadly to others, but in his opinion, it is a good way to screen and train new fighters of the future battle group.

And there is no better way to hone fighters than a life-and-death bloody battle. Although I have experienced several battles in Japan...but it is not enough!not enough!

The cruel battlefield that Lu Mingfei stepped into and the arduous battles he experienced will be restored one by one through Yuanzhinv's words. In the future, the fighters who will eradicate the dragon's aliens and hidden heresies will be honed from this hellish illusion .

"I will do my best to try. Now please close your eyes and focus on recalling a memory from your past."

Yuanzhinv took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

This is also dangerous to him, Lu Mingfei's memory... He doesn't know why there is such a nightmare scene like a sci-fi war.

Just like the dream that Kazama Ruri experienced, the other party was a super soldier wearing a heavy metal armor, and she was just a helpless servant holding a laser gun, and she didn't even know how she died in the end.

"Ok."

Lu Mingfei nodded, took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Chu Zihang, to the effect that he and Yuanzhinv were conducting some kind of speech experiment, and tried not to let other people disturb them, even the principal was no exception.

Then he closed his eyes, thinking like a stone sinking into the water, slowly swimming towards the huge and long memory in his heart.

A moment later, soft singing sounded in his ears, Yuan Zhinv seemed to be singing an ethereal hypnotic song softly, and the transparent domain of the nightmare was opening.

The peaceful and fresh air is fading, replaced by turbid smoke and dust covered with yellow sand...and deafening loud noises.

"Boom--"

Lu Mingfei opened his eyes again, and saw the sky filled with yellow sand and the dim yellow sky.

The strong wind engulfed in sand and gravel hit the body like a knife, and the barren loess wasteland flashed past both sides of the field of vision.

"waaaaaagh!!"

An inhuman roar of excitement came from the ear, overshadowing the whistling wind.

Lu Mingfei turned his head to the side, and saw the sturdy green figures laughing while holding up the weapons in their hands. Under their feet, the rough, wild, huge, waaaagh painted red metal chariots were galloping all the way in this wasteland.

And he was tied and hung on the front of the car, like a kite that was about to come off its string in the strong wind, the weight of his whole body was maintained entirely by a rough rope.

Once the rope broke, he would be crushed into a pulp by the high-speed rotating metal roller covered with thorns under the front of the car.

M41, 875.

Lu Mingfei has been in this dark and cruel universe for the third year.

　At present, except for the stuffy and runny nose and the weakness of the limbs, it is almost better.Fighting brothers, pay more attention to your health and drink plenty of hot water.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)