Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

The Wailers' battle to save the human slaves of Sotis was equally brutal, as too much time was spent traveling deep into the hive to search for the surviving humans.

So much so that under the subsequent support and siege of the green-skinned orcs, 63 Weepers Astartes died in battle, leaving [-] people.

Lu Mingfei didn't want to see these future blood brothers suffer heavy losses - even if it was just a dream.

Plus this dreamscape really needs to shape a fight.

"Then... what are you going to do? The people here don't seem to have much fighting power... obviously they are not the opponents of those beast-like guys."

Yuan Zhinv asked in a low voice.

"They're just as lacking in courage as you are. And that's not all you've seen."

Lu Mingfei said that his eyes searched for some "special" people in the crowd.

Among the remaining 30 human slaves, there is still a small part of the elite of the Astral Army. There should be more than 200 people left. The previous raid on the communication system of the hive capital escorted the remaining astropaths to send a request for help to the star headquarters. The communications operation was nearly wiped out.

Astropaths are the only way and means of inter-galaxy communication, but it is precisely because of this communication operation that the Wailers Company came to support after receiving the signal for help.

"Hey! You! Shrimp!"

A shrill and strange cry interrupted Lu Mingfei's thoughts, he turned his head and saw the short green creature calling out to him.

It has long pointed ears and nose, ugly appearance, a pair of long and narrow eyes staring at Lu Mingfei, a mouth with fine fangs and a treacherous smile.

Grit, the lowest creature among the green-skinned aliens, usually exists as a slave and food, with low combat effectiveness, a grown man can easily kill a grit.

"Come kneel down and be a Squig for the little freak, Xiami!"

Grit laughed and groaned strangely, it was very happy that this little shrimp was still alive, its favorite thing to do was to use the shrimp as a mount, and ride him to feel the awe of other shrimps.

Lu Mingfei was able to live in this world until the third year because of his cowardice and cowardice. The green skins are a race of aliens who take pleasure in fighting and fighting. They have no interest in the cowardly little Xiami.

On the contrary, the slaves who resisted were more able to attract their attention, and then they were pulled out as consumables for the orc boys to fight for fun.

Lu Mingfei glanced at the little fart coldly, stepped forward and gave his response indifferently.

His palms were like cold and ruthless shackles, locking the skinny fart's neck.

The Grit kicked his legs and struggled painfully, but soon stopped - the metal knife hanging on its waist was snatched by Lu Mingfei's other hand and pierced through its head.

This simple and neat killing method is not a special skill for the residents of the Hive City. Many children who grew up in the gang struggles of the Hive City can learn this skill.

But getting your hands on this grit is another story.

Many human slaves recognized this Grit. It was the rarest thing for the orc overseer who managed this area. As the saying goes, beating a dog depends on the owner. Killing it would undoubtedly draw the overseer's anger.

Throwing away Grit's body casually like throwing away waste, Lu Mingfei grabbed the crude metal knife, and quickly caught the fearful eyes of some slaves who were different from other slaves.

"...You are supposed to be the Star Guard of the Sixth Regiment of Sotis?"

He walked up to a middle-aged man and asked based on his vague memory of the past.

"Now it's the first regiment, and all those who can still fight have been integrated together."

The man opened his mouth to correct, the bulging muscles of his upper body were covered with various scars, and his dirty and dark skin could not conceal his eagle-like eyes.

"Wipe your ass clean for the trouble you caused yourself, and don't try to drag us into the water. We don't want to attract the attention of these green guys so quickly."

The veteran of the Star Forces did not have any other strange emotions because Lu Mingfei killed a fart, and warned coldly.

"The Emperor's avenging angels will descend on this planet tomorrow to save us. We need to gather our forces, break through, and save as many people as possible."

Lu Mingfei didn't care about the disrespect in the veteran's tone, and said calmly.

"Emperor's Angel? Tomorrow?"

Hearing the words, the veteran was in high spirits, and his eyes were brightened. Although he had never seen it with his own eyes, he had at least heard of those superhuman warriors wearing indestructible armor, which represented the will of the great emperor.

But then he calmed down again, and looked at the thin boy in front of him:
"Why do you know this? Are you a psyker?"

Lu Mingfei didn't want to explain too much to them in the dream, so he just closed his eyes calmly.

A moment later, a pair of hazy golden wings stretched slightly from behind him. In addition, there was a slightly blurred golden halo like the sun on the back of his head. The sacred breath seemed to be healing the wounds on his body. , to cleanse his inner soul.

"My God! You are... the Emperor's Saint!"

Shocked by this scene, the veteran immediately put away all disrespect, knelt down on the ground to show absolute respect and submission to Lu Mingfei.

He has heard stories about the "Emperor Saint" from the legends and myths promoted by the state religion, and he has also seen the statue of the saint on the glass stained glass in the luxurious state church.

"Tell me your name, soldier."

Lu Mingfei opened his eyes again, and a faint golden brilliance flowed in his eyes like running water.

"Hacklen Hurley, the captain of the ninth tactical team of the first regiment of Sotis, we are willing to fight for the emperor to the death!"

The veteran's body was trembling uncontrollably from the frenzied excitement and excitement.

"Calling all of you, prepare for battle."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Yes!"

Hucklian immediately got up from the ground and ran to the depths of this inhabited area. They must have their own means and methods to hide under the eyes of the orcs for so long.

"Next... what should we do?"

Yuan Zhinv, who had been following Lu Mingfei all this time, asked in a low voice.

"Arm these people and fight them out, and complete the rendezvous with the combat brothers in charge of rescue, this dream will be over."

Lu Mingfei said.

Just when Yuanzhinv was about to say something, a cold restraint clip locked him from the back of the neck, and lifted him up, as if playing with a small animal caught in a trap.

Yuan Zhinv tried her best to struggle, but as he said, he is not the extraordinary body with dragon blood, so he can't break free for a while.

"It was you two shrimps who killed my rarest little fart, right?"

A tall green figure panted and said, the golden light behind Lu Mingfei was reflected in the round pupils staring like copper bells.

In one hand, he held the slave trap hanging from Yuanzhinv, and in the other hand, he held a red creature the size of a table.

The grit's owner has come for him - a brutal and powerful orc overseer.

"Eat him!"

The orc overseer didn't act personally, as if he was looking for the source of the light behind Lu Mingfei.

He blew his whistle, and the red creature that the orcs called "Beast Squig" held by his left hand rushed up howling, bouncing and bouncing.

Although Shiguge looks like a meatball with a short tail, its two hind limbs are extremely powerful, and it rushed to Lu Mingfei in the blink of an eye, enough to swallow Lu Mingfei whole. The bloody mouth is full of sharp fangs.

Facing the disgusting stench, Lu Mingfei only moved his feet slightly, and the knife in his hand brought out a smear of blood. Shi Guge's long and narrow eyes were scratched blind, and he screamed and hit his head. on the wall.

"For The Emperor!"

Accompanied by a high-pitched battle cry, under the shocking gazes of all the human slaves present, those golden wings of light completely stretched out from behind Lu Mingfei, and the posture of a saint appeared in front of everyone.

Lu Mingfei raised his palm, and the golden sacred energy quickly materialized and condensed into a bright sharp arrow. With a flash of light, the head of the orc supervisor exploded instantly, splitting into pieces like a shattered watermelon.