Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

In the autumn of 1900 AD, in the middle of the night, with drizzle, in the port of Hamburg, Germany.

The gas lamp of the lighthouse is like a sharp sword that cuts through the darkness. When the blade cuts to the pier, it cuts out a thin and straight silhouette.

The young Count Menech Cassel stood on the pier without an umbrella, but just turned up the collar of his windbreaker to keep out the cold wind.

In the black shadows that he could not see, the new audience of this story has not yet officially appeared.

"Mingfei?"

Angers stared at the tall steel warrior beside him seriously, and it took a while before he asked any questions.

The opponent's thick bright yellow metal armor is obviously not a product of this era, especially the giant "gun" with a caliber of hideous caliber. If a bullet is shot from it, the whole body will probably be directly shot. Deep fried.

"Yeah." Iron Warrior nodded, and then raised his palm to realize what was going on. A low, thunderous voice came from the breathing grille of his helmet: "Young girl, revoke this state and replace it with my current one." normal form."

Since the power armor is equivalent to the second skin for Astartes, and because of this, no matter how heavy the Terminator power armor is worn on the body, it will not affect the movement, so Lu Mingfei didn't realize that the source The childish girl arranged for him to be in the state of the Wailer's champion period.

There was no answer in the dark and cold night, but Ange watched with his own eyes that the figure of the heavily armored warrior beside him began to become blurred. appear in front of your eyes.

On the chest of the windbreaker of the executive department, a tearing red heart symbol was exactly the same as the painting on the shoulder armor of the soldier just now.

"Is this... what kind of magic?"

Angers smiled and wiped the icy rain off her handsome, unwrinkled face.

He also returned to his youth. At this time, he was only in his 20s, and he had just stepped into the world of mixed races with a doctorate degree from Cambridge University.

"It's not magic, it's 'Speaking Spirit. Nightmare', which is not currently recorded in the periodic table of the speaking spirit. This is just a reflection of your past memories, Principal Angers."

Lu Mingfei said calmly, looking through the darkness, staring at the freighter in the distant sea that was cut out by the lighthouse gas lamp.

"So that's it." Angers fumbled a little in the suit jacket with his palm, and then took out a pair of pince-nez from his pocket and put it on the bridge of his nose.

He touched his cuff habitually, and the sharp Damascus jackknife followed him into the dreamland—although the predecessor of this alchemy pocketknife is still on the young Earl Menek.

"I need to remind you again, this is just a reflection of your past memory, principal, and our behavior here can't change anything." Lu Mingfei reminded.

"Are you worried that I will have some irrational thoughts in my heart when I witness the grief of the past again?" Angers looked calm, "Then you are a little underestimating the psychological endurance of the elderly."

"It's time for the story to begin."
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The jet-black side of the freighter was painted prominently in white with the "Queen Mary", a notorious British ship that traveled between the Far East and the Port of Hamburg, using the opium and porcelain trade as a cover to resell cultural relics.

When the young Angro led Lu Mingfei onto the pier, there was already another figure standing behind the young Earl Menek.

"That's your grandfather's grandfather, named Lu Shanyan," Anger said, but his voice did not attract the attention of the two people in front of the pier, as if they hadn't heard it. "When I first saw him, he was dressed very Wearing a tight-fitting suit, with braids coiled up and hidden in a top hat, he followed Li Hongzhang, then chief minister of the Qing Empire, off the train and stayed at the Caesar Hotel."

Lu Shanyan's figure was comparable to Menek's, and he was covered by a dark poncho covering his Qing Dynasty dress. Lu Mingfei glanced at him briefly, and his eyes lingered longer on the metal flash in Lu Shanyan's hand than his appearance. After a while—they were two silver large-caliber revolvers. Obviously, this "grandfather" was not a weak Chinese in the Qing Dynasty.

"He was an important member of the Westernization School at that time. He was selected to be sent to the Beijing Normal University in 16 years. He has a deep knowledge of European languages ​​and technology. After a few years, he met the young Meinek, and the two became successful. best friend."

Anger continued to introduce his grandfather to Lu Mingfei in front of the narrator who told the story.

Lu Mingfei didn't have any emotions or thoughts, at most he had a glimmer of honor because his grandfather was a fighter against aliens.

However, being placed in that world does not make him eligible to be sent to the Imperial Academy of Loyal Heirs - the military of the empire also has a class distinction, only loyal nobles or orphans of officers who have made great contributions to fighting against aliens or heresies will be sent to the Imperial Academy of Loyal Heirs, Most will enter the imperial institutions as "civil servants", the rest will go to the battlefield as officer commissars or stormtroopers, the most elite cadets will be admitted to the Inquisition, and the girls may become battle nuns.

The conditions for becoming an Astartes are even more stringent. The Astartes wargroups in the conscription world generally select their soldiers strictly and cruelly from the famous families in the conscription world, while the fleet-based wargroups directly challenge Passing by the most capable and cruel people on the planet;
Being a slave like Lu Mingfei can be selected to become a loyal Astartes, in that dark universe, it is the shit luck accumulated over ten lifetimes.

In the distance, the lights of the dark Queen Mary signaled to the flashing gas lights on the pier, and the freighter dropped anchor just outside the harbor, heaving with the rolling waves.A group of sailors lowered the lifeboats and rowed towards the pier wearing rain capes.

"Yamahiko, don't you think our combination is strange?" Menek asked suddenly.

"What's so strange?" Lu Shanyan asked indifferently.

"The weapon is used backwards." Meinek slowly pulled out his long knife hidden in the windbreaker. The cold light of the blade was as cold as the bright moon in the winter night, and then he took it back.

The natural pattern on the blade is clearly visible. It is an Ottoman Turkish Empire-style Atcan long sword. Usually this kind of sword is only appreciated by European wealthy families, but it is cast by alchemy technology and is destined to cut out the A fatal wound spurting blood.

"One day China will manufacture and equip muskets and cannons by itself. When we are strong, no one will buy the opium you produce," Lu Shanyan said.

"Don't call me an opium dealer," Meinec protested.

Lu Shanyan smiled faintly. He just wanted to create an atmosphere with Menek in this cold and lonely night. In the darkness behind them, there were two Maxim heavy machine guns facing this direction.

"Are they aliens?" Lu Mingfei focused on the small rowboat.

"The 'spoiler' behavior of informing the fixed development trend of the plot in advance is very annoying." Anger did not answer.

The boat was moored, and the head sailor was a strong man with a thick black braid tied around his muscular neck. He jumped onto the pier, and he didn't use ropes to fix the boat, but he tightly pulled the iron on the bow with his hands. ring to keep it from being pushed away by the tide.

"We're old friends, check the goods quickly, and we'll pay if it's correct, according to the agreed price." Lu Shanyan said in Chinese. He heard that the owner behind the "Queen Mary" was Chinese, but no one knew. his identity.

The sailor holding the bow shook his head. Unlike the people who traded in the past, this sailor had a square face, but his eyes were sunken, and his pupils flickered like lamps. He was a stranger to Lu Shanyan; what surprised him was It was the other party's lips that were tightly sealed together with blackened twine. This cruel technique made it impossible for him to speak.

He couldn't help clenching the large-caliber revolver in his hand.

Four sailors carried a dark box from the ship to the shore. The box was sealed with a mottled seal. On the seal was the family coat of arms of the Cassell family and the transaction number 19010666, indicating that they had bought it from the Far East. The 666th item-the number is quite unlucky, because at that time in Europe, "666" was the exclusive number of the devil Satan, not the symbol of "you are awesome" in DOTA.

"It's your turn to play."

Menek looked sideways at Angers, but turned a blind eye to Lu Mingfei beside him, as if he didn't exist at all.

Ang Rou stepped forward, and naturally reintegrated into this dream from a hundred years ago. He took out the pocket knife in his cuff, pushed the blade away, and slowly cut along the crack of the box lid with a concise and neat technique.

He took the kerosene lamp from Menek and pushed the box through a gap—although he told Lu Mingfei not to underestimate the psychological endurance of the elderly, when he saw the "thing" in the box again At that time, the expression on the young face changed—long absence, loneliness, anger... Just like a hundred years ago, he was trying his best to restrain himself, but this time he was restraining his anger, so as not to be dazed and stab the jackknife into the box.

He took a deep breath, closed the lid again, and nodded to Menek.

"According to what was agreed before, all [-] marks will be paid in silver coins." Menek clapped his hands, and several strong partners walked over carrying heavy boxes full of silver coins.

However, the leading sailor shook his head, as if he had no interest in the huge sum of money. He took out a letter that had already been written from his pocket and handed it to Lu Shanyan, then made a respectful salute, and then boarded the The rowboat hurried back to the Queen Mary.

At this time, only Lu Shanyan understood Chinese, and he quickly read the letter with a gloomy expression.

"The letter said that the goods will not be charged, this is a cursed thing, and anyone who touches it will die." He said coldly, "The end of the letter said: 'Goodbye, I will never have a chance to trade with you again. .'"

"It sounds like we've taken advantage of it." Menec grinned, "But why do I feel a little cold all over?"

The Queen Mary blew its whistle, and after the trading boat was hoisted on board, the freighter gave up the opportunity to enter the port, and sailed towards the dark sea at high speed on this stormy night.Menek raised his head and saw the beam of light from the lighthouse pointing to the sky, and the rolling clouds were no different from this undulating and gloomy sea.

"It seems that they are quite afraid of this unlucky thing." Menek approached and patted the big box nailed from Indian ebony, "Why do these people make this box look like a coffin? .”

"Because what's inside is a coffin."

Ange said with a blank face, and reopened the lid of the box under the eyes of those illusory but real partners.

Everyone gasped. A black Chinese-style coffin was contained in this impromptu nailed box of Indian ebony wood. After time and history, the silver paint on the surface was slightly mottled, and part of the wood was eaten by insects. I went there, but the silver lacquer lotus on its surface is still clearly visible.One can imagine how fine the workmanship of this coffin was.

The young Count Meinec spat into the ground and said in broken Chinese: "Coffin, coffin, get promoted and get rich!"

"Oh, the alien is inside." Lu Mingfei glanced at the coffin and whispered to himself.

"..."

His voice attracted everyone's attention, and the curtain of the dream seemed to be lifted, and Lu Mingfei, the listener of the story, also participated in the story.

The first one to look over was Lu Shanyan. The obvious Chinese accent attracted his attention. He looked at Lu Mingfei up and down, then looked at Angers beside him, and asked in German:

"Is he the one you brought?"

"Yes, his name is Lu Mingfei. He is not only our ethnicity, but also my proudest student."

Angers showed a smile on his face. He walked to Lu Mingfei's side and introduced the two members of the secret party with high etiquette.