Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 33 Deadpool
"……make a deal."

Director Akadullah's heavy breathing came from the respirator in the protective suit.

Unlike "Gundam", "Kamen Rider" or "EVA", which look awesome but are numb if you don't know where to start, the weapon blueprints provided by this S-level give them real manufacturing direction.

However, there are still many materials and elements that they heard about for the first time recorded on the drawings.

In the follow-up, we need to study whether they can be rubbed out.

"However, Warter Alheim's priority supply for the 'Weeping Angel' is only the equipment on the blueprint you provided, and we still directly obey the school board and the principal in other respects."

Director Akadullah stated in advance.

Lu Mingfei was overjoyed, this was enough.

There is a professional and top-notch technical support team responsible for building weapons and equipment, so as a soldier, you only need to concentrate on eliminating and purifying the aliens.

"Then we'd better sign a cooperation contract."

He said.

This way of trading can't help but remind Lu Mingfei of the extremely rich Mechanicus.

As long as you find lost technology or items from the Golden Age, or fragments of STC standard construction templates, you can exchange all kinds of good things with Mechanicus.

As small as plasma weapons and melta weapons, as medium as Terminator power armor and centurion power armor, as large as a whole planet.

What you can trade in all depends on what you find.

For example, during the operation to clean up space hulks that obtained the hidden historical data of the Great Rebellion, Lu Mingfei also found a fragment of the STC template of the "Single Molecular Gravity Blade".

The battle group used this fragment to exchange for a batch of weapons and equipment from the Mechanicus, and even two Terminator power armors, which made them a lot richer.

Of course, the equipment department is obviously incomparable with the Mechanicus, not only in technology, but also in their insanity.

"After the chain sword is ready..."

After signing the contract at the entrance of the equipment department, Director Akadullah grabbed the blueprint and the contract and rushed into the gate together, leaving only Lu Mingfei who hadn't finished speaking.

Lu Mingfei had no choice but to leave first, waiting for them to fix the weapon.

The establishment of the "Weeping Angel" club was also very smooth. Hearing that S-level student Lu Mingfei wanted to create a club, the application submitted to the Educational Affairs Department received a reply within two hours.

Then there is the venue. There are quite a lot of clubs in Kassel College. In addition to the Lion Heart Club and the Student Union, the Kendo Club, the Swimming Club, the Sailing Club, the E-Sports Club...

Many student hobby clubs almost occupied the affordable venues, but Chu Zihang could only rent the more luxurious but expensive Black Moon Pavilion.

When the S-class first arrived, it set up its own mountain with great fanfare and attracted the attention of many people.

Many freshmen came here attracted by the name, but were soon dismissed by the name of the "Weeping Angel", which is the same as the name of the S-level self-proclaimed second-year club.

Three days later, there are still only two members of the Weeping Angels Club, Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang.

then……

By the time Professor Manstein pushed open the door of the Black Moon Hall, the time had come to October.

As soon as he entered the gate, he was shocked.

A two-meter-high giant painting hangs high in the lobby of the Black Moon Pavilion. The holy angel with white wings on the painting is watching him.

But it is different from the angels in holy white robes in the Bible and mythology.

This angel was wearing thick golden armor, holding a blood-colored crystal-like sword in one hand, and a sharp spear with a blood-drop-shaped spear-point in the other.

A halo of divine radiance like the sun shone on the back of the angel's head, and behind him, a group of warriors in dark yellow strange battle armor were holding simple and heavy black guns, waiting for them.

A weeping red heart is clearly visible on their broad, thick black and white plaid shoulder armor.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Under the gaze of the angel, Chu Zihang launched the most violent attack on Lu Mingfei.

The weapon is the training bamboo sword he "borrowed" from the Kendo Department. If it was replaced with a real weapon, he would have been killed 120 times by Lu Mingfei today.

He also saw Lu Mingfei's fighting skills, it was a perfect art that only pursued the efficient deprivation of life, it was absolutely violent and absolutely deadly.

Cutting the cassock, cutting the full moon, and appearing as a lion...

Chu Zihang tried his best, but every decisive move he made was dodged or blocked by the opponent.

In the next second, the edge of the bamboo sword will lightly imprint on his forehead or heart.

With the last blow, the bamboo sword in Lu Mingfei's hand fell on his head, knocking him to the ground.

In this attack, he died six more times.

"There has been a lot of progress, but your moves still have redundant movements and need to be refined."

"What you need to consider is how to bring death to the enemy in the most efficient way."

Lu Mingfei put away the bamboo sword calmly, turned around and greeted Manstein who was watching their practice:
"Hello, Professor Manstein."

"..."

The day before yesterday, Manstein had just received a joint letter of complaint from many teachers in the physical fitness class, precision shooting class, and cold weapon combat class.

The letter complained that Lu Mingfei, an S-level student, has never attended their class for more than two months since the school started, which is very disrespectful to them.

But from what he saw with his own eyes just now, Manstein felt that Lu Ming was respecting them only if he didn't attend their classes.

"Are you looking for me, or for Chu Zihang?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Looking for you two."

Manstein put the complaint letter aside in his mind.

There was a mahogany tea table in the corner of the hall, and Lu Mingfei skillfully made a cup of hot tea for Manstein.

Chu Zihang sat aside, breathing still not calm down.

"Where's Professor Guderian? Why didn't he come with you?"

Lu Mingfei asked curiously.

That funny old professor with silver hair was his and Chu Zihang's mentor. It is said that he was a tenured professor at the University of Chicago.

Today he is working hard to become a tenured professor at Kassel College.

"He's now pleading with Fingal in the Academic Affairs Department not to downgrade Fingal to an 'F'."

Manstein looked strange.

He and Guderian have been friends for many years. When he was at the University of Chicago, he often copied Guderian's homework until he graduated with a Ph.D.

In order to promise Guderian to let Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang become his students, Manstein even slightly offended Executive Minister Schneider.

Because Professor Schneider also intends to recruit these two students with excellent practical ability.

Lu Mingfei nodded:

"Then what do you want us to do?"

"A not-so-good news."

Manstein's expression became serious, "Before you entered school, the B-level fallen hybrid you killed had new intelligence progress."

He paused for a moment, then said in a deep voice:

"You should already know about 'Deadpool'?"

(End of this chapter)