Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 235 Gladiator

The high-pitched dragon text chant overwhelmed the shrill air defense sirens, and the twisted monster group that had besieged Fingel had a commotion, and the situation suddenly... took a turn for the worse.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

There were several clear sounds of flesh and blood bursting, and one could feel a strong sense of shock just by listening to the sound. Several monsters were blasted out, and several huge blood holes appeared on their swollen and twisted bodies.

Blowing them away was a burly and tall human figure. Its bare upper body and powerful muscles seemed to be made of bronze, full of explosive power; the bronze-like bone mask covered the human figure's face, and only a pair of gold Hitomi shines brightly.

"Finger...is this Yanling Bronze Throne?"

Caesar quickly confirmed the other party's identity from the unexploded pants on his lower body, and located the matching spirit from the periodic table of the spirit of speech.

Serial number 87, high-risk speech spirit, the releaser can strengthen himself in all directions in a short period of time, from a hybrid to a pure-blooded dragon's body strength, basic strength, muscle explosiveness and endurance, and self-healing ability have all been greatly improved.

Even if Kassel College doesn’t decide whoever has the highest speech number, Caesar was quite shocked by the display of such a high-level speech speech by an “F” grade who had been repeated for many years. Finger really wasn’t He joined Lu Mingfei's club as a "Joker", but a real "Berserker"!
"Compared with them, maybe I'm the most ordinary one." Caesar whispered.

"They are warriors who fight, and you are the leader who controls thousands of troops. And behind you is the Gattuso family."

Passy said politely, still maintaining the "clean ground" field.

"Emperor, I have felt your mighty power! My strength has increased dramatically, increased, increased! Kill, kill, kill! Purify, purify, purify!"

Fingel's strange scream came from behind the bronze visor, and that kind of unknown hazy golden glow appeared on the surface of his burly body. It can touch even the slightest bit, but it is completely blocked by the golden glow that looks like a protective film.

In order to fight more efficiently, Fingel rushed to the altar, and he forcibly pulled out one of the four spiral bronze columns supporting Bernini's bronze canopy as a weapon. A chaotic egg was knocked to the ground, and it was executed by Lu Mingfei who rushed over.

"Yeah? Captain, why don't you let out a battle cry?"

"..."

Lu Mingfei didn't answer, and the rumbling chainsaw sword in his hand efficiently tore apart these weak Chaos Eggs. At the same time, the short spear formed by the power of faith penetrated and burned to purify the dirty and profane flesh. It took less than a minute In time, all members of the Swiss Guard who had mutated into Chaos Eggs were purified by the Holy Flame.

"Ahem... I'm not used to the old slogans of yours, Commander, it's too shameful, so I thought of a new one... I don't mean to be disrespectful to His Majesty the Emperor! The theme of the regiment! Purification! Kill kill kill..."

Seeing that Lu Mingfei was silent, Fingel quickly explained.

"...I don't have time to discuss this with you right now."

Lu Mingfei glanced at the altar with shining golden eyes, the twisted flesh and blood had been completely burned by the emperor's holy flame, and no trace of the Pope had disappeared.

The power of blasphemy still pervades this huge church. After Odin's siege trap, this is the second siege trap aimed at him.

It's just that the one who set the trap is the ever-changing demon king from the supreme sky.

"Hello, Katos, glad you're here."

The old man who looked like a wise man emerged from the shadow of the altar in front of everyone, and the robe fluttering on his body was like a black shadow and a flame.

His benevolent gaze, like that of an elder in the family, swept across the people in the hall, and finally stopped on Lu Mingfei—while Passy, ​​Caesar and Fingel were still on guard against this unknown enemy, Lu Mingfei The figure has disappeared in place.

Even without the help of words and spirits, the speed that Lu Mingfei erupted at this moment is enough to compare with the sixth-order "moment", which is 64 times the normal speed. Cut it to pieces.

"Are you in such a hurry? Katos." The ever-changing wise man just tapped the ivory-like white staff in his hand. When the Ripper Sword struck the first blow from his head, he was already turned into a phantom.

Lu Mingfei blanked out.

"Are you so afraid that I will destroy your hometown and harm the humans here?"

The figure of the wise man appeared on the roof of the corridor, beside the statue of Christ shedding blood and tears, and pure Chinese words lingered in this polluted church.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—"

The deafening gunshots rang out, and Finger reacted quickly, holding two bolt guns and firing rapidly, the red lotus spiral bombs dragged the conspicuous smoke tails and swept towards the boss under the booster, almost killing the boss's name and blood. The wrong old man whose bar lights up at the bottom of the screen.

And Lu Mingfei's figure leaped rapidly between the halls, and he didn't stop looting and killing the opponent just because he was in a high place.

"But you guessed it, I do."

"The Weaver of Truth" Doiros had a faint smile on his face, and the explosive bombs that shot out the flames from their tails were blocked by an invisible shield, unable to hurt them at all.

The sound of chanting the Bible came from outside the hall. At this time, St. Peter's Basilica, which was supposed to be closed and had become an unknown battlefield, suddenly welcomed a large number of "tourists".

They chanted the Praise of Glory in unison with reverent and fanatical expressions, and their dull eyes did not notice the various terrifying and abnormal changes in this hall.

"what's going on?"

Fingel almost subconsciously removed the strengthening of the bronze throne and returned to the normal state. This feeling is like when you are studying the postures of the teachers alone in the room, when the door suddenly opens, your parents, three aunts, four aunts, and five aunts all rush in. .

But out of consideration for the battle, Fingel finally maintained his state, and at the same time quickly replaced the empty bolter with the only two magazines.

"Is this the 'pollution' that Lu Mingfei mentioned? That old man...is he the Dragon King...or the devil?"

Caesar murmured to himself, the special warfare examples of Kassel College have never cited such a special situation.

In the modern history of dragon slaying, the secret party's crusade against dragons is not as earth-shattering as Ultraman vs. It is impossible to transform back into the form of a dragon, so the crusade war is more like a "village fighting" buried in the dark side of society.

"These people...seem to be the faithful who were out at mass during the day...hell, that's at least 1 people!"

He saw the purple swirls flowing in the empty eyes of those believers in solemn black robes. Caesar instinctively felt a wave of fear of the unknown, and his body trembled slightly.

Passy shrank the domain of the Clean Land to ensure that his power could maintain the domain for a long time to protect Caesar.

"Okay, Lu Mingfei, what are you going to do next?"

The figure of the wise man emerges above the pious believers, and the light of 99 ever-burning lamps on the top casts a huge shadow with wings on the pious faces of the believers.

In the end, less than [-] believers entered the interior of the temple, which did not reach the crowds of people in St. Peter's Square during the day, and even the interior of this huge church is still empty.

"Captain...is that old man a demon?" Fingel's heavy voice came from behind the bronze visor, "These people...are they all 'polluted'?"

Lu Mingfei fell back to the ground, the fangs in his hand temporarily stopped roaring, his bright golden eyes swept across the dark crowd, and he could clearly see traces of profane spiritual power hidden in each of them.

Scenes of scenes emerged in his mind: the devil hidden in the dark polluted the pope's mind, edited the "Bible", and slowly polluted the surrounding Catholic believers with radiation; just like in that dark universe, their The subconscious mind has been modified. When these believers pray to the Holy Lord Jesus, the object of their prayers has become a demon and provides him with an alternative power of faith.

The oppression of the real world, coupled with the subconsciousness of believers who still firmly believe that they are believing in Christ, the seeds of pollution from the Lord of Changes are hidden quite deeply.

And those who are currently being polluted and controlled happen to be the most devout believers, and those whose beliefs are not so firm are not so corrupt.

"Yes……"

Lu Mingfei said in a deep voice, clenched his teeth of discrediting, his expression was angry and sad at the same time, there are so many innocent human beings being poisoned by demons.

The power of chaos is like a necrosis attached to the bone, even if it penetrates even a little bit, it will bring disaster.

He took a deep breath, his eyes became fierce and determined: "It must be purified."

"Stop joking, Lu Mingfei..." Fingel was rarely serious, and whispered, "More than 1000 lives... plus a pope, we will become the public enemy of the entire human race."

In that dark universe, even the most benevolent wailers would mercilessly define the human beings polluted by chaos as heretics and wipe them out. polluted soul;
But the human beings in their hometown are different. They don’t understand what chaos pollution is. In this peaceful era of human values, killing the lives of more than 1000 "innocent human beings" is enough to become one of the biggest anti-human "demons" in history.

"Then I will do it alone," Lu Mingfei said coldly, "Together with this demon...all the polluted seeds must be crucified here!"

Although he misses his hometown, he doesn't have any worries in his hometown. The so-called "sorrow of blood" and "loneliness" of the mixed race are now of some use——

These moaning things may make an immature child hold himself and cry bitterly, but for a "gladiator" in the arena, it is just right.

Lu Mingfei has already made preparations to meet every tomorrow is the end of death without any worries.

(End of this chapter)