Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 44 Psionics and Speech

Sparks and black blood splashed everywhere together, the roaring chainsaw sword slashed down, and the high-speed rotating chain blade crazily bit the alien's head.

But the tenacity of the other party's blasphemous body was beyond Lu Mingfei's imagination. After the chainsaw sword penetrated into the flesh for three points, the speed of the chain blade's rotation slowed down significantly.

Lu Mingfei frowned, and before he could make another move, a picture suddenly flashed in his mind:
The alien roared in a low voice while the flames were still extinguished. Its rough palms were fisted, and it hit itself like a furious battering ram.

Lu Mingfei subconsciously raised his bolt pistol and fired.

"Boom!"

Broken scales and flesh and blood flew across, and two fiery red explosive bombs instantly blasted the rough palm of the alien to only one finger.

"what happened?"

Lu Mingfei was slightly taken aback.

When he resolutely pulled out the chainsaw sword stuck on the alien head and planned to change the execution method, another image appeared in his mind:
The alien supported the ground with its only remaining left arm, and leaped with all its strength, a huge shadow enveloped him.

Eight steel-like jet-black sharp ribs protruded from the two ribs of the alien respectively, opening a deadly embrace to him.

"here we go again……"

The body's instinctive reaction prompted Lu Mingfei to jump back, and his eyes immediately locked on the alien's left hand, which was in the position of standing on the ground at this time.

Then, just like the image flashed in my mind, the alien jumped up and its ribs stretched out.

But Lu Mingfei was no longer where he was, and what the alien touched was the hot and scorched floor, and the sharp and sharp ribs were ridiculously broken by his own weight.

"Prophecy...wrong...is this 'perfect timing'?"

Lu Mingfei raised his bolt pistol and pointed it at the alien head lying on the ground like a live target.

"Bang! Bang!"

When the trigger was pulled, two "Red Lotus Galaxy Spiral Bombs" were fired, and the execution method was changed to the more efficient Emperor's Wrath.

Since there is a chance to kill with one blow, Lu Mingfei doesn't need to use the chainsaw sword to show and review the superb sword skills that belong to the Lamentors on this alien body.

Simple, efficient, deadly.

This is the fighting style that Lu Mingfei has always followed.

But that's not what he's thinking about now.

"Is that the psychic power of the foresight department... or is it my 'word spirit' embodiment?"

Lu Mingfei was not very sure.

Psionic energy is one of the most powerful special forces in that icy universe. According to the literature in the chapter, its source of power comes from the warp.

People with this extraordinary power are called "psychics".

Generally, in a standard Astartes battle group, there will be several Astartes who can use spiritual energy as "think tanks"—

In normal times, he is responsible for recording the paperwork related to the battle group, and in battle, he can become the Destroyer, destroying the enemy with spiritual power.

The think tanks of the Wailers fell in the war of betrayal that shamed the father of genes, and Lu Mingfei's understanding of psychic powers was also learned from reading materials.

And their genetic father, the holy angel-Saint Les is a powerful precognitive psyker.

He foresaw his fate of fighting and dying in order to protect the emperor, but he still rushed to the center of the great rebellion without hesitation, facing the rebel Horus.

The "precognition" picture that flashed in my mind just now is quite in line with the ability of the prophecy psyker - the performance of "perfect timing".

But Lu Mingfei is still not sure whether the concept of "subspace" exists in his hometown, and it may also be derived from the power of the alien blood in his body.

The screams from the other side of the elevator interrupted Lu Mingfei's thoughts.

Taylor Donald fell to the ground and wailed in pain. His thigh was completely cut off, and the blood gushing from the cut stained his white doctor's coat red.

Chu Zihang stood aside with a blank expression on his face, fine drops of water oozed from the bright and cold blade in his hand, washing away the remaining sinful blood.

After realizing that Lu Mingfei could deal with the deformed monster alone, Chu Zihang set his sights on Taylor Donald.

The other party also realized this and tried to escape, but was cut off by Chu Zihang who was chasing after him.

"You... what kind of monsters are you?!"

Taylor stared at the boy who was walking towards him, and shouted with a pale face.

Different from those little Chuck-like deadpools, this combat deadpool is his masterpiece, a biological weapon created by gathering all his knowledge of alchemy.

With the dragon blood in its body, it is enough to suppress most of the hybrids with low blood and cannot resist.

Just like the guy who didn't have long eyes who came to the door early yesterday morning, he couldn't even keep standing under the pressure of the dragon's blood of his proud work, so he was punched half to death just like that.

Then he was slashed to the point of inhumanity by the other little deadpools who swarmed up, leaving blood words provocative.

Unexpectedly, it turned around today.

His proud work didn't even cause any substantial damage to the two brats, and his hands, feet and head were smashed off by a few shots.

"Heretics who create monsters, what right do they have to call others monsters?"

Chu Zihang said coldly.

If it wasn't for prying out some valuable information, he would have killed this heretical scumbag long ago.

Now Taylor Donald's fate will be handed over to Lu Mingfei.

"You have ten seconds."

Lu Mingfei put down the chainsaw sword and unloaded the magazine of the bolt pistol—there was still a "Red Lotus Galaxy Spiral" bomb left in it.

"Ten seconds...I said it! I said it all!"

"I'm just a half-breed who loves alchemy! This weird instrument sound was given to me by the woman under him!"

Lu Mingfei took out the unfinished magazine, glanced at the quantity - three metal storm bombs, and then reinserted them into the bolt gun.

"That Jiang Xiaoxue... none of my business! That woman told me to do it too!"

"She said it was a gift for you, let me send it to your ward..."

With a soft sound, Lu Mingfei reloaded the bolt pistol.

"Don't kill me! You can't kill me! I'm already theirs!"

"Even your chief knows... 'Emperor'! We are him..."

"boom!"

Heretic, crazy half-breed Tyler Donald's cries were covered by the roar of the bolt gun and stopped abruptly.

His sinful soul will be consumed by the Emperor's wrath.

"Sinful heretics also deserve this title?"

Lu Mingfei said coldly, putting away the smoking bolt pistol.

"When he said 'our leader'... did he mean Professor Schneider or President Angers?"

Chu Zihang said softly.

"Ask the person in charge of this farce."

Lu Mingfei said, bending down to pick up the chainsaw sword on the ground.

The flowing blood and black blood dried up on the hot and broken floor, twisting and twisting like twisted poisonous snakes.Flames, bloodstains, black smoke, monsters of death - constitute such a grotesque painting.

(End of this chapter)