Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 196 Summer's Mourning ([-])

"The academy does not exclude religious beliefs. You can freely promote your one in the academy... well, the Emperor of Humanity." Anger was taken aback at first, and then responded with a smile.

"But the effect is not very good." Lu Mingfei sighed.

This is actually a good thing. After all, human beings will only have faith in some illusory existences when they are desperate and powerless——

However, in that dark universe, these existences are real, and even if one does not specifically pray to which existence when praying, it may cause indescribable concepts to come.

There was once an agricultural planet that encountered drought and asked the gods for rain, but it attracted the attention of the father of the plague, the evil god of chaos. He gave the world green rain in his own way...

In that dark and hopeless universe, the Emperor is the only dawn and spiritual sustenance for mankind. Mortals will pray to him, the priests of the state religion preach the glory of the Emperor, and the battle nuns are armed with piety and faith in the Emperor Looking at themselves, the Astartes chanted for the Emperor and the Primarch;

When loading bullets, I will pray to the Emperor, when traveling through space, I will ask the Emperor to bless me, and when I am dying, I will ask the Emperor for forgiveness...

And the home world is generally in a beautiful and peaceful environment for the time being, pursuing science and rationality, even the mainstream religions only occupy a very small part of the population.

"For human beings who have the blood of creatures in myths and stories flowing in their bodies, it is really difficult for them to develop belief in gods," Ang Rou nodded in understanding, "even in the spare time outside of the academic atmosphere, compared to Pupils prefer a dance or a party together for prayer and mass."

"If you want me to enforce the belief within the academy..."

"No...no need." Lu Mingfei interrupted Anger's words.

This method is indeed feasible. Every Astarte will indoctrinate and cultivate loyalty to the Emperor and human beings in a way that is almost brainwashed before performing the transformation operation, but Lu Mingfei does not want to do this at present.

"Then let's talk about the Dragon Clan. In the modern history of the Secret Party, there are very few people who have faced the real Dragon Clan, and there are even fewer who can live and stay awake." Anger also ended the topic very simply, "I And Professor Schneider happens to be one of them."

Schneider took off his oxygen iron mask silently, revealing a face that horror movie lovers would have nightmares after watching. The flesh and blood on the face below the silver-gray eyes is completely dry, leaving only a dry skin patch with bones.

He picked up the bone china cup in front of him, bit the white side of the cup and poured hot water into his mouth - if he didn't drink water in this way, more than half of the cup of hot water would shrink along his exposed teeth and lips wet his suit.

"'Shadow of Greenland', I heard from you, principal, that you failed to detect the alien," Lu Mingfei didn't show any strange expression because of Schneider's severely damaged face, but instead sat up straight and gave him enough respect , "If you can confirm that the 'Prince' who deliberately leaked information to you is the same person as the heretic usurper 'Emperor', then I have already killed him once in Japan."

"...Killed once?" Schneider stared at Lu Mingfei and said softly.

In the past, he might have been anxious to ask, but now that Lu Mingfei has the best record in killing the "next-generation species", these things have become ordinary.

"It seems that this heretic cannot be killed at once, but it doesn't matter," Lu Mingfei said calmly, "If you kill it a few times, it will be completely purified."

The corners of Ange's mouth curled up, and the admiration in Lu Mingfei's eyes was not concealed.

"In addition, I killed Gloria, his heretic subordinate yesterday. It is not clear how many times she will kill again, but I can confirm that she has become a lackey of the devil."

"Demon?" Anger raised his eyebrows, "After the dragons and gods, have we had new enemies?"

"There is no difference, they are all filth that needs to be purified and eliminated," Lu Mingfei said, "Before the demon's pollution spreads, I will expand the size and strength of the battle group as soon as possible."

"It seems that our world view is about to change into modern humans vs. medieval mythical creatures." Angers picked up the bone china cup and drank the fragrant tea. "Do you want to deal with demons alone? Although you have no doubts It's the 'The One' I expected, but it doesn't mean I advocate individual heroism."

"Not alone, but also my future battle group. Personally, I am more used to fighting in teams." Lu Mingfei's expression became serious.

"Then do you have any information about the 'demon' that you can share with us?" Angers asked.

"Yes, he may hide in the dark side of the world and vigorously develop heretical believers, and will not confront us head-on for the time being; he may also play the image of a 'wise man' to help a certain human force expand rapidly... These are all You need to pay attention to the omens of the investigation."

Lu Mingfei's understanding of Chaos came from the blasphemous books held by the exterminated heretics. He only scanned them once and burned them all. The more he knows, the more likely he is to be corrupted by Chaos.

But now he has to face a hidden ever-changing demon king, and his lack of knowledge makes him a little helpless. Unless the other party suddenly goes crazy like a blood god demon and comes directly to the door, otherwise he can only hope that St. Self revelation.

"Are you interested in taking over the executive department?" Schneider said suddenly, his silver-gray eyes seemed a little tired, "After taking over, you have the right to use all the resources and manpower of the executive department, including branches around the world is also like this."

"It's not in your character, Schneider," Anger lifted the teapot to make a cup of tea for his empty cup, "You're not someone who wants to retire so soon."

"I just want to retreat behind the scenes. The hilt of a sharp sword should always be held by a stronger hand in order to kill more enemies." Schneider said lightly.

"However, the handover procedure of the head of the executive department is quite troublesome. Besides, Mingfei's current identity is a first-year student in Kassel..."

"Sorry to interrupt," Lu Mingfei raised his palm, "I'm not interested in the management executive department, and I'm not that kind of managerial talent."

He rejected the position of head of the executive department without even thinking about it—if the commissioners inside had high fighting qualities, he might still be a little interested, but that's not the case.

"In addition, if Professor Schneider wants to become stronger and more powerful to fight against aliens again, we will notify you as soon as our group launches Dreadnought Armor... Now let's return to the topic of dragons."

Lu Mingfei looked at Angers at the side: "After this cup of tea, principal, are you interested in visiting the Holy Blood Hall?"

"Invite me to visit the Keel Cross again? Of course I'm interested. If possible, I would like to bring the most outstanding scientific research team from Walter Alheim." Angers smiled.

"Let's talk about the visit later, principal," Lu Mingfei shook his head, "I just want to hear your story about 'The Mourning of Summer'."

The smile on Ange's mouth disappeared, and the moment the word appeared, his eyes became gloomy, like black clouds gathered before a storm.

Schneider sat up straight silently. He realized that the respected educator just now had disappeared, replaced by a vengeful and desperate evil spirit.

"Of course, your grandfather's grandfather is also one of the protagonists of this story." After a while, the dark clouds in Ange's eyes slowly dissipated, "Maybe you don't need to go to the Holy Blood Hall, you can tell it here, the tea is still hot .”

"After all these years, I've always wanted to retell the story in its entirety...but just didn't have the right audience."

Angers' tone was very light, as light as a key to unlock the heavy history covered under the pouring rain.

(End of this chapter)