Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 42 Anger
The killing came to an end when the last xenomorph was split in two by the chainsword.

The crying of the baby and the disturbing sound of clappers still linger in my ears, and the sound of gunfire and high-pitched singing downstairs is getting more intense.

But at least the people on the twelfth floor got a brief moment of peace.

"Tell me about the battle, brother."

Holding a chainsaw sword and a bolt gun, Lu Mingfei crossed his hands in front of his chest and gave a simple sky eagle salute to Chu Zihang who was rushing forward, and spoke in a deep voice.

"We have lost contact with the operations center, and we have not found any trace of the culprit heresy."

Chu Zihang replied with a solemn expression.

After several months of nurturing, he has adapted well to his status as an "Emperor Soldier", praying and training with Lu Mingfei every day.

Although he yearns for superhuman fighters like "Astartes" that Lu Mingfei told about, he always keeps in mind the belief that "courage and fearlessness are by no means exclusive to Astartes".

"Then I'll attract these aliens, and you take people down to rescue them."

Lu Mingfei said, the hand holding the bolter took out a small black vial with silver stripes from the pocket of the hospital gown that was soaked in black blood.

"I'm with you. The rescue can be left to Caesar."

Chu Zihang said.

"it is good."

Brother wants to fight side by side with him, Lu Mingfei will naturally not refuse.

His blazing golden pupils looked at Caesar:

"The rescue is up to you, Caesar. You are a very good leader."

"...I'm afraid I only have this advantage in front of you."

"Leave it to me, S-rank."

Even though he suffered quite a blow in his heart, Caesar still smiled and maintained his demeanor and etiquette.

He had always thought that Chu Zihang was actually Lu Mingfei's protector.

Even after learning the news that Lu Mingfei killed the B-level degenerate hybrid before entering school, Caesar still had a trace of doubt deep in his heart.

But in the opponent's killing that was as visually impactful as the weapon in his hand, this last trace of doubt was completely dispelled.

It is not without reason that Lu Mingfei was rated as S by the principal.

"Then please leave now with Commissioner Caesar."

Lu Mingfei glanced back at the several academy commissioners behind him, regardless of whether it was temporary or formal, the expressions on their faces were filled with awe from the heart.

They immediately obeyed Lu Mingfei's request and followed Caesar to the safe passage on the east side of the corridor.

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang walked towards the elevator on the other side.

"Don't you have a bolter with you?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"No, it's not suitable for camouflage."

Chu Zihang shook his head, "But I brought the magazine, I think you can use it."

He took off the cleaner's coat, and took off the five thick black magazines tied around his waist.

Lu Mingfei raised his eyebrows, he really needs ammunition.

In this way the Emperor's Wrath unleashed by the Bolt Pistol can purify the foul xenos with the greatest efficiency.

"Thanks, brother."

Lu Mingfei replaced the bolt pistol in his hand with a new full magazine, and put the rest in his waist, close to the skin.

"That pregnant woman...how is she?"

Chu Zihang asked softly.

He remembered that the pregnant woman who was temporarily sent to Lu Mingfei's ward was mentioned in the communication channel before.

"Not dead yet."

"She was hypnotized by heresy and thought she had a family."

"Actually she had an alien stuffed in her stomach."

"Either the body is torn apart by the alien, or I kill it before it is torn apart."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Then... the alien is still in her stomach?"

"The alien is dead."

"I hesitated, and didn't kill him directly... Then Lu Mingze got it out."

Lu Mingfei's voice became low.

"road……"

Chu Zihang was taken aback, and didn't ask any further questions.

They had reached the elevator at the west end of the corridor, and the display board showed that the elevator stopped on the fourth floor.

Lu Mingfei handed the chainsaw sword to Chu Zihang, and opened the locked elevator landing door with one hand.

The cries of babies echoed in the dark and deep elevator shaft, as if this was a passage leading to hell.

Lu Mingfei unscrewed the cap of the black vial in his hand, and poured the dark red blood inside into the elevator shaft.

"what is this?"

"It used to be a dirty creation that can turn ordinary people into deadpools, and it has been destroyed."

"Principal Ange's blood now. They say the higher the bloodline the more hybrids will attract xenos—hopefully."

After Lu Mingfei finished speaking, he threw the black bottle engraved with silver patterns into the elevator shaft.

The strange crying sound suddenly fell silent.

Only the monotonous and empty sound of clappers echoed in the hospital.

In the next second, even more terrifying screams and howls sounded!

"It looks like the headmaster's blood is very effective."

"If it's not that I don't have the habit of drinking blood, otherwise I really want to taste a few drops."

Lu Mingfei took back the chainsaw sword from Chu Zihang, closed his eyes, and chanted softly:

"God Emperor, please guide the chase;
Thy wrath shall shatter these deformed and twisted creations;

Your unquestionable light will burn these filthy souls. "

……

The sound of dense footsteps converged into an astonishing wave. At this moment, I don't know how many aliens were attracted by the blood, and they were crazily rushing towards the elevator shaft.

About six or seven floors below, the elevator landing door had been breached, and through the remaining light, Lu Mingfei could see the crowded black shadow.

And more shadows came from the morgue on the first basement floor of the Sacred Heart Maria Hospital.

One after another, the doors of the corpse compartments were pushed open, and short figures crawled out, their dark golden eyes shining faintly in the pitch blackness.

If someone saw this scene in the morgue, they would definitely be scared to death.

"What are your abilities?"

Lu Mingfei asked softly.

"If you mean Lingling..."

Chu Zihang took a deep breath, "I'm not sure yet, there is a 'discipline' in the academy, and I haven't released it myself."

Every hybrid has inherited their power from the blood of the dragons, and the "word spirit" is the most unique one.

In Kassel College, the vice-principal's word spirit "discipline" combined with a special mercury alchemy matrix expanded the scope to the entire college.

Under the influence of the "discipline", all dragon blood descendants lower than the vice principal's blood cannot use the power of the word spirit.

Otherwise, Kassel College's Spiritual Words would become an unstable version of Hogwarts Witchcraft.

No one knew whether it was "drowsy" or "Awada gnawed a big melon" that sang from a certain student's mouth.

"Then do you think your speech spirit is suitable for this environment?"

Lu Mingfei asked again.

"……Be applicable."

Chu Zihang replied in a deep voice.

"Then let it go."

Lu Mingfei said, the bolter in his hand fired violently at the elevator shaft.

The blazing muzzle flame illuminated countless short aliens that were only climbing up the well wall.

Thanks to their number and density, the metal shrapnel that the "Metal Storm" bomb exploded caused the greatest damage.

Dozens of aliens who climbed up from the nearer floors of the eleventh and tenth floors were blown to pieces and fell into the deep well.

"Ok."

Chu Zihang nodded, took a step back slightly, and recited an inexplicable syllable.

These tongue-twisting dragon texts seemed to be Chu Zihang's innate talent, and the low-pitched chant soon turned into a high-pitched chant.

The deafening Long Wen chant directly covered up the cries of the aliens in the elevator shaft!

Lu Mingfei felt the scorching heat rising from his back, he raised his eyebrows, stepped back sideways, and prepared the best stage for his fighting brothers.

Chu Zihang's pupils lit up with a bright golden light, more blazing than ever before.

He strode forward and recited the last syllable of Longwen.

A bright sun rose in the elevator shaft.

Obviously, Chu Zihang's speech spirit belongs to the level of "Awada gnaws a big melon"——

Serial number 89, high-risk speech spirit. Jun Yan!

The aliens cried out again under the sudden rising sun, but then they were swallowed up by a bang!
As if someone kicked over the furnace of the sun, the extremely high-temperature flames crashed down.

The aliens were swallowed by the flames before they could even escape, turning into pieces of pitch-black coke.

The elevator cable has been fused, and the elevator bridge hovering on the fourth floor fell together with the blazing fireball, like a flaming hammer, giving judgment to all the evil spirits who wanted to climb out of hell.

The entire inpatient building was instantly quieter.

But soon, the terrifying high temperature triggered the hospital's fire alarm system, the alarm bell rang, and the fire fighting system on the top of the corridor began to sprinkle water.

"Well done."

Lu Mingfei applauded, very happy that his brother has such strength.

Chu Zihang's chest rose and fell violently, and his breathing became short of breath:

"Is it too...too much?"

"No, as a soldier of the Emperor, it is his duty to inflict the most horrific death upon any evil foe."

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"So... is it over?"

Chu Zihang tried his best to calm down the boiling blood in his body.

He stretched out his head and looked at the elevator shaft that had been turned into a cremator by his spiritual power.

The pungent pungent smell and scorching heat still lingered in the air, as if all the aliens had been purified by his "lord flame".

"Perhaps...but we're afraid we're about to start welcoming new guests...or enemies."

The east elevator on the twelfth floor, which is nearly a hundred meters away from the corridor, suddenly started running.

Under the supernatural vision enhancement brought by the golden pupil, the bright red numbers on the display board were clearly reflected in Lu Mingfei's eyes.

5, 6, 7, 8...

The elevator is slowly rising, carrying unknown passengers.

Finally, the bright red number on the display board was fixed at "12".

The door opened slowly.

(End of this chapter)