Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 142 Primordial. Memory of Sotis

Regarding the origin of his soul coming to this dark universe, Lu Mingfei does not want or want to pursue it, these are the past.

His current identity is a green-skinned alien human slave, and he is being hung on this rough and wild heavy tank as an ornament for this drag race, with the death roller spinning rapidly under him during the speed push.

This planet is called "Sotis", a fringe industrial world with a large state religion.

However, three years ago, the evil "Green Tide" broke through here, and the emperor's icon was overthrown, and replaced with various ugly and profane green leather totems and signs.

After cleaning and supplementing some supplies, Warboss, who formed this army of greenskins, continued to set off for his waaaaaagh among the stars!journey.

And this world that can build equipment is handed over to one of his bosses to manage.

As for the surviving humans, the leader rarely killed them all, but left them as slaves to work.

Lu Mingfei's face was calm, and his eyes searched for Yuanzhinv's figure.

Sure enough, on another orc vehicle, I saw Yuanzhinv, who was also used as a "decoration", with a pale face.

Although the opponent is tied to the car, which has a higher safety factor, unlike Lu Mingfei, once he falls off, he will be crushed into meat by the death roller;

But he suffers from deafening noise pollution, because he's adorned with a "Mawk's waaaagh" noise chariot.

There are several huge rusty horns hanging on the chariot that is completely painted red like a pile of metal scraps, and the green-skinned orc kid in a strange dress is holding a "instrument" equipped with sharp knives or breathing flames. ", together with the howling wind in the wilderness, the sound of the vehicle engine, and the roar of the orc boys, formed a deafening carnival.
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"The experiment was successful, you can freely choose the dream... Can I release the dream now? I can still control the power of the dream now."

After their journey as decorations, the surviving human slaves were thrown back into the Shrimp Nest.

After whipping the boy and leaving, Yuanzhinv almost collapsed, and asked in a trembling voice.

"Why are you so scared? I think with your fighting power, facing these aliens shouldn't be such an emotion."

If it was in the past, Lu Mingfei might cry like the other surviving human slaves, or pray to the great emperor with them.

But now he looked calm, completely unaware of what fear was.

He even wondered in his mind, which individual soldier is more capable than the alien called Deadpool in his hometown or the green-skinned orcs here.

The Japanese snake-like Deadpool may be able to fight hand-to-hand with the slightly stronger orc machete boy and gain an advantage, but green skins are not the only basic unit of machete boy. They can rampage in this dark universe because of their terrifying numbers, The reproduction speed of "wild fires are endless, and the spring breeze blows again" and the incredible "science and technology".

"This is your dream. In your dream, I don't have the high-blooded body in reality... That's how Kazama Ruri's personality collapsed..."

Yuan Zhinv whispered fearfully.

"For fighters, courage should be above strength, rather than completely relying on strength. You lack the exercise of courage."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Courage... Courage is meaningless in the face of the gap in strength."

Yuan Zhinv said in a low voice.

"Then at least you can choose to die standing up."

Lu Mingfei turned around and walked towards the depths of the crowded and dark slave lair.

Most of the green-skinned kids don't like to live in the dark and crowded hive cities. They prefer to race cars outside the wilderness of the land, and they can happily fight under the watchful eyes of the second brother, so except for the technical bully boy and Lao Li's fart In addition to tinkering with weapons in the foundry of the hive capital, other greenskins set up camps outside the hive capital.

Captive human slaves are also thrown here as coolies, but are soon whipped by whip boys (equivalent to slave masters), cruelly entertained by orc boys, or in the mouth of "Squig" Down……

The number of human slaves was drastically reduced.

Lu Mingfei still remembers how desperate he was when he first came to this world.

Cowardly and cowardly by nature, he was hit to the point of insanity by a background that was completely inconsistent with the themes he traversed in online novels; later, under the delusion of returning to that peaceful and prosperous hometown, he survived the humiliation and torture of the green-skinned orcs .

Maybe it's luck, maybe other human beings want to make him, a 12-year-old child, live longer, or maybe the green skins just want him to grow up as a "fun little shrimp". Lu Mingfei was dragged away by the green skin and never came back.

But Lu Mingfei just stared blankly, huddled in a dark corner and comforted himself in a half-knowledge, saying that it is a good thing for them to die earlier and get relief, so that they can return to the emperor's throne soon...

Then I fell asleep restlessly, hoping that I would not be eaten by Shiguge tomorrow, or that I could return to my familiar hometown when I woke up.

"God Emperor, I beg you to send down the gift of God to save your devout believers..."

"The great lord of mankind, the hateful aliens are trampling on your people, please spread your glory and destroy them!"

"God on the golden throne..."

Walking in this slave lair, Lu Mingfei could hear the crying supplications and prayers of the human slaves curled up in the corner anytime and anywhere.

He very much hoped that everyone would be safe and sound, and all the believers were saying "bless the emperor", hoping that the emperor would personally protect them - but Lu Mingfei knew that this was impossible.

The existence of the Emperor is to protect the entire species of human beings, and individual believers are meaningless to him.

But people still hold on to hope, praying to the great being who sits on the golden throne and faces the supreme sky (that is, the subspace) to destroy the power, and the star torch lights up the galaxy to protect the human species, but is troubled.

This fact is sad and hopeless, and the realization of it is enough to break the soul of any believer.

But this will only make Lu Mingfei's belief more and more firm.

He is the Lamenter, the Emperor's Angel of Death, and the only protective barrier of humanity against the dark galaxy.

They want to share the Emperor's worries, and like Primarch Sanctuary, they will do their best to save every human being.

Therefore, the Wailers are willing to sacrifice themselves for mortals, and weep with tears for the human beings they cannot save. The feelings and actions that are stupid and cowardly in the eyes of other battle groups are the meaning of the existence of the Wailers.

This belief has been integrated into Lu Mingfei's soul. Even if he returns to his hometown and loses his superhuman body and power armor, Lu Mingfei still has the courage to hold a crudely assembled chainsaw sword and launch a fearless charge against the false god. .

"Suffering is prayer! Faith is protection!"

"Strengthen your faith! Only the tried and tested pious, He on the Golden Throne will send His Angel of Death to save us!"

Among the crowd were bishops of the state religion who were reciting the "Emperor's Holy Word" aloud, firmly defending the fragile faith of the slaves under torture.

Lu Mingfei despised these bishops very much. Compared with other slaves with blue faces and thin bodies, they had red faces, and their fat bodies were wrapped in gorgeous state church robes.

When he was an Astartes in the past, maybe he would not have noticed this; but now he is emotionally sound, and he himself has the will to be watched and blessed by the Emperor. The despicable person who came to Huang Rongguang to seek personal gain!

Only he really gets...

After a while, Lu Mingfei realized his emotional fluctuations and gaffes, and immediately calmed down to regain his composure.

"What... what should we do next?"

Yuanzhinv who had been following behind him suddenly spoke in a low voice.

"Take them away."

Although these bishops are scumbags, there is one thing they do say right.

Soon, the Emperor's Angel of Death will come to rescue these poor human slaves.

The Astartes warriors of the two companies of the Wailers Chapter will discover this orc-occupied planet tomorrow. Having experienced the shadow of the "Corinth Slaughterhouse No. [-]" accident, they will parachute without hesitation and start a desperate rescue— —

After becoming the Astartes of the Weepers, Lu Mingfei heard this tragic story from other seniors.

"Slaughterhouse No. [-]" is an industrial world occupied by greenskins. Countless human slaves were enslaved by orcs. The Wailers fought desperately with the greenskin orcs to save them. After rescuing millions of human slaves, they found them The vehicles simply cannot take all the slaves away.

But the Wailers were unwilling to give up on these people, and decided to stay and fight, even if they died in the siege of a steady stream of greenskin reinforcements.

After witnessing one after another noble sons of Saint Catherine died fighting for them, the saved people did not want these noble angels to be their funeral objects, knelt down and begged for the blessing of death, as a free people of the empire Die with honor, not as a tool of the ugly alien.

The Wailers had to accept this result. For the Wailers Chapter, this was a tragic failure. More than two-thirds of the expeditionary soldiers were damaged in one operation, and only less than ten percent of them were rescued. one of the people.

For this reason, they even refused the Iron Halo granted to them by the Ultramarines Chapter Master himself, which aroused the resentment of many Ultramarines subgroups.

"I can feel the mood swings in your heart that want to change everything... But this is a fictional dream, and your actions can't really change anything."

Yuan Zhinv said in a low voice.

"It's not to change anything, it's just what I should do, whether it's in reality or in fantasy."

Lu Mingfei said, "This is also your trial."

"My... trial?"

"I think you should be very clear now, what is the task you want to take on in our battle group."

"Remember what you saw and let it become part of your memory. In the future, the new members of the battle group will experience the test of courage and battle on this dream battlefield."

Lu Mingfei said.

　Good news, Super Henry Cavill is going to make a Warhammer movie!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)