Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 199 Summer's Mourning ([-])
On the four-wheeled carriage, Lu Shanyan looked at this junior with the same surname as himself with admiring eyes.

He eagerly wanted to ask the other party where his hometown was, which branch of the clan he was an outstanding child from, and when and what month he came to Germany... He knew that such a young man would be the future pillar of the new country after the monarchy was overthrown.

After Ange made up part of his identity background for him, Lu Mingfei naturally became a member of the story and talked with this "grandfather" while driving to the Cassel Manor.

Although Lu Shanyan is an official of the Qing Empire, he himself is determined to destroy the pioneer of this feudal and decadent empire. Lu Mingfei is not very good at this topic, and Anger made up his identity as "Berlin Military Academy" Excellent graduates", so the topic of the two is more focused on the direction of arming and leading troops to fight in the future.

And Lu Mingfei's conception theories such as "super-genetic modification of the human body, and then equipped with invulnerable technological armor" made Lu Shanyan full of expectations, while tactical theories with special meanings such as beheading, blitz, and gang jumping gave way. Yamahiko looked delighted, wishing he could immediately bring this outstanding brother of the same clan back to the east to overthrow the decaying empire.

The young Cassel Meinec didn't have much to say in the pure Chinese exchange between the two. Instead, he noticed that Angers' old friend's words were a bit sad, as if they hadn't seen each other for decades.

The kerosene lamps hung on the car body struggled to dispel the darkness of the outside world. After driving for several tens of minutes, the three carriages arrived at the Kassel Manor along the slippery road.

Many people have been waiting here, including a team of doctors and nurses in white clothes, but they have no interest in the owner of the manor, Count Menech, but they go straight to the coffin carried by the second carriage, just like A swarm of bees attracted by stamens.

And there were three elderly gentlemen leaning on crutches who were waiting for Menek, and they shook hands one by one.And when they saw the coffin unloaded from the carriage, the golden light in their eyes was as bright as a gas lamp.

Lu Shanyan walked up the steps after Menek, and handed over the transaction record, "The transaction record number is 19010666, and it is verified to be genuine. The other party delivered the goods, but did not collect the money."

"Why?" asked the leading gentleman.

"They thought it was a cursed ominous thing and were eager to throw it away," said Lu Shanyan.

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"If there is really an enemy lying in that coffin and hasn't woken up, what would you do?" Anger and Lu Mingfei stood in the shadow of the carriage, watching the progress of the story.

"Purify it together with the coffin." Lu Mingfei said without thinking, if he was a member of this group of secret parties, he would use a bolter to blast the box into slag when he was at the dock.

Then his tone paused a little, "If the enemy belongs to the type with a large number, you can temporarily stay before the purification for the follow-up research on how to purify efficiently."

The Tyranid Zerg belongs to this kind of alien. For example, the Hellfire Bomb specially designed to deal with the alien Zerg is something developed by a Mechanicus sage who has studied the Tyranid Zerg. The warhead and core inside it will be Replace it with a bottle of mutagenic acid designed to kill bugs. When the bottle shatters, thousands of needles inside will shoot into the target and inject the acid.

"That's right, this knowledge is wealth, just like we now know from experiments and actual combat that dragons are afraid of mercury and hate sulfur... Maybe they have more weaknesses hidden, and these weaknesses are things that we can grasp and overcome. Their opportunity." Angers said.

"Excuse me, when can we start working?" The doctor rubbed his hands and walked towards the three gentlemen with an excited and impatient look. He is the most famous surgeon in Hamburg, Modler, "This is so exciting, it will be the doctor. Academic miracle."

Among the three gentlemen, the gentleman with a tortoiseshell pipe smiled and allowed Modler to start his work now. They didn't care about the so-called unknown thing, and the value of this transaction surpassed all other concepts.

"This is the biggest mistake Menek made. He didn't find a professional to deal with that thing." Anger said quietly, looking sideways at Lu Mingfei, "It's time to turn the page of the story. Come with me Witness what's in that box?"

Lu Mingfei nodded, that's why he came here.

"I'm going to be Dr. Modler's assistant. Our people should be by my side to avoid any accidents." He stepped forward and asked Menek for his opinion symbolically.

"Don't be so nervous, he's been dead for thousands of years, and now he's just a dehydrated mummy," Meinek said.

Regarding this, Angers just smiled, with a sad and sad expression on his face. He turned his head and followed Modler's footsteps. Doctors and nurses surrounded the box and entered the wine cellar under the Cassel Manor.

"Ange is a bit weird today. He is not the kind of person who is afraid of unknown concepts." Meinek stared at the backs of Angers and his Chinese student.

"His concerns are normal. It is wrong to use our logic to think about them, because they do not belong to human beings." The leader Lord Mayek said, "Now you should do a good job of vigilance and prohibit them before the autopsy is completed. Anyone enter the wine cellar!"

"Their servants have been looking for their masters for thousands of years, so be careful when they come." said the thin and tall Viscount Charlotte.

"Did you mean 'Deadpool'? They are outdated." Menek smiled confidently, "Now is the age of human technology, if they dare to come, they will be greeted with a hail of bullets!"

Behind him, his comrades were pouring the adjusted amalgam on the bullets. The bullets used by these people were different, with intricate etching patterns on the surface, with a strong Gandhara style.

The silver metal liquid penetrated into the pattern, faintly emitting blue fluorescence, and then extinguished, as if a wild animal entered a state of suspended animation after a long breath.

"The so-called deadpool are no different from vampires, and the silver ions dissolved in mercury are extremely poisonous to them."

"Then have you tried your weapon on Deadpool?"

"No, they haven't appeared for hundreds of years, but I obtained a theoretically feasible solution based on scientific analysis. I checked a lot of information and performed chemical analysis on their blood samples..." Menek Feeling a little cramped, under the gaze of Viscount Charlotte's cat-like dark green pupils, he was as restrained as a student doing a graduation defense.

"Then I hope your weapons of the new era are useful." Viscount Charlotte said lightly, his pupils hiding the blade swept across Menek and the shadows behind him, plus Lu Shanyan and Angers who left, a total of six people, They are all new generations who joined the secret party through Menek. Their young faces are resolute, and their eyes are cold and stern to face the war with the Dragon Clan.

When he was young, Viscount Charlotte also charged forward with a flintlock gun held high. With a silver hair as a symbol, he was called "Silver Wing" by his companions in the Secret Party; The proud flintlock has withdrawn from the stage of history, and the Maxim heavy machine gun, which can shoot 1 rounds of gunpowder bullets in one minute, can instantly replicate his killing move ten times... The age of science is coming, and human beings are becoming more and more powerful. There is also the dawn of an end to the nightmare that has haunted them since ancient times.

Viscount Charlotte smiled and patted Menek on the shoulder lightly: "This is the era of your young people, you should have confidence, otherwise this war will not end."

"It doesn't belong to us, it belongs to the new era of mankind! And we are getting closer and closer to it." Menek puffed up his chest.

"The other two and I went upstairs to enjoy English tea. This is the old man's way of facing the changes of the times." The old man turned and walked slowly towards the stairs. "It's also a good time to discuss the establishment of the college..."

"The old people seem a little sad." Lu Shanyan came over and said softly.

"Don't worry, they are very cheerful, and they won't be unhappy because of such a trivial matter," Menek showed his restless smile, "And we have to go all over the world and kill every evil dragon that endangers mankind Woolen cloth!"

"Are you serious?" Lu Shanyan smiled.

"Of course! Every promising young man will be passionate about this goal!" Meinek took off his gloves and raised his hand high in the dark rainy night.

His partners, members of the new generation of elite "Lionheart Society" of the secret party are basically here. A group of fearless young people laughed, and after passing their eyes, they took off the leather gloves in unison. The ancient silver on their right index fingers The ring shone coldly in the dark.

Menek passed by their shoulders and clapped their hands vigorously in the air one by one. The young man's powerful clapping shattered the rain, shattered the silence in the darkness, and also wanted to shatter the dragon that enveloped them nightmare.

"Do I have the honor to give you a high-five too, Shanyan? The dragon is the symbol of the emperor of the Qing Dynasty." He finally stopped in front of Lu Shanyan.

"At the same time, I am also a dragon slayer who is determined to overthrow the imperial system." Lu Shanyan smiled and clapped hands with Menek.

His gaze could not help moving to the wine cellar of the Cassel Manor, expecting that young man named Lu Mingfei to become his companion.
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In the wine cellar, the rich aroma of wine and oak wood flows quietly in the wine cellar.

The sharp jackknife in Angers' hand cut open the half-foot-long coffin nails, revealing the dark narrow gaps in the sealed ancient building, and the blue unknown gas that had accumulated for thousands of years was blowing out with a sharp sound. However, it was sucked away by the manual exhaust fan developed by Menech, and the male nurse at the entrance of the wine cellar was stepping on the flywheel in a "sexy" manner.

After all the coffin nails were cut off, Angers expressionlessly removed the coffin lid, which had become as hard as marble, as if opening Pandora's box again.

Doctors and nurses swarmed in, and Pandora's box was more like a gate to another world. A male nurse lifted the kerosene lamp to light it up, and everyone could clearly see what was inside the coffin.

"My God, this is a miracle in the history of medicine!" Modler pressed his chest and sighed sincerely.

He graduated from the University of Munich and has seen ancient corpse specimens from all over the world in the university museum. Although it is claimed to be the best preserved, none of them are deformed. Either the skull is distorted and the eyes are protruding, or the limbs are swollen and burst through the funeral clothes. The so-called "serene face and smiling" ancient corpses mostly have wrinkled lips showing broken gums. Apart from admiring the preservation techniques of the ancients, they must not make people have any good feelings.

But this coffin is completely different.

This is a sleeping Chinese boy, with soft skin, warm black hair, and a single eyelash on the gently closed eyes without falling off.

But he was indeed dead again, his withered body showed obvious signs of dehydration, his muscles were atrophied, and the skin was soaked on the bones, like a dead animal in the desert that had been stored in dry air for decades.

The boy was wearing a white silk robe, like the Confucian clothes of the Han people at that time, embroidered with hidden patterns of dragons, phoenixes, peacocks, treasure-faced flowers, and wreaths. , leaving a circle of hair around it, which is exactly the hairstyle of the Xixia Dangxiang tribe at that time;
Gold and silver ornaments, jade bead chains and coins are scattered inside the coffin. The Chinese boy is lying on the beige moiré brocade with a silver medal at his feet. Everything is just like the moment he was buried in this ancient coffin , time seems to be sealed, and the past thousand years are just a flick of a finger.

Deep-rooted hatred and rage emerged from Angers' young face. He clenched the Damascus pocket knife tightly in his hand, wishing to send the blade mixed with the Philosopher's Stone into the heart of this boy who seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

After a while, he took a deep breath and calmed down—he could indeed do this, but it was meaningless except to give himself a false thrill of revenge. This was just a dream made of memories, not the real past of time reversal.

"Any thoughts?" Anger turned his head and asked Lu Mingfei beside him.

"Is this human?" Lu Mingfei frowned slightly. Judging from the appearance, this boy undoubtedly belongs to a human being and is a standard human being, not a human sub-human with impure or mutated blood. If necessary, Lu Mingfei He even wanted to test the purity of his skull.

But he soon realized that this method was not accurate, after all, the white king's alien skull looked no different from a pure human skull.

"He looks human now," Angers said, casually reaching into the coffin and picking up the silver medal at the boy's feet—the moment he touched the moiré brocade, the gorgeous brocade crumbled into pieces. Gray dust, those silk fibers have passed through thousands of years, leaving only a gorgeous appearance in vain.

"Ah! These should all be sampled!" Modler waved his hands in pain.

"Do you want to continue watching the foreplay of the story, or jump directly to the climax of the story?" Anger ignored the doctor with a regretful face, and continued to ask Lu Mingfei as he rubbed his fingers over the cold silver medal.

"...Continue." After thinking for a while, Lu Mingfei said.His eyes were covered with a thin layer of golden mist, and his steady voice was full of absolute reason.

(End of this chapter)