Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Warhammer

"Celebrate the Spring Festival?"

"Yes! It just so happens that your mother's family, captain, isn't it...all the brothers from your mother's group are here. How can this not be a good way to celebrate the festival?"

Looking at the Fingel brothers and Sergeant Alchemy, who looked excited and hopeful, Lu Mingfei gradually recalled this festival that seemed to be a relatively important and festive event in his hometown.

"Is the Spring Festival... similar to festivals like the 'Emperor's Ascension Festival' and 'Holy Leeds Festival'? I don't remember it very clearly." Lu Mingfei was thoughtful.

"Um... I'd like to ask the leader," Old Tang looked strange and raised his hand to ask, "What are the two festivals you mentioned used to celebrate? Especially the first one."

"The Ascension Day of the Emperor is the most famous festival in the empire, led by the state religion to celebrate the day when His Majesty the Emperor ascended the Golden Throne and became a god; while the Holy Days of Saints commemorate the heroic sacrifice of our genetic father, and pay tribute to Holy Saints This festival is as important to the Heirs as the Festival of the Emperor's Ascension."

Lu Mingfei gave the two brothers a popular science guide.

"Um... His Majesty the Emperor... um..." Fingel hesitated and hesitated, "His Majesty the Emperor, does he have no objection to this festival? It's just like... Kennedy definitely doesn't want the United States to use its brain. Let’s celebrate his return to the west with a festival like the Cave Opening Festival, right?”

"Did you just want to use Jesus and the cross as an example?" Old Tang whispered secretly.

"Yeah, but I'm afraid I'll be considered a heretic if I'm too direct." Fingel said.

Lu Mingfei realized later, and his expression became strange. After being able to communicate directly with His Majesty the Emperor's will and learning more secrets, he realized that the Golden Throne was not as "sacred" as the state religion preached.

"Anyway... let's think of it as the 'Sanguinius' Day' in my hometown. I'll talk to the warrior brothers later." But he didn't dwell too much on this and asked about other details, "The Spring Festival... usually takes place do what?"

"Posting New Year's red cards, making dumplings, New Year's Eve dinner, watching the Spring Festival Gala, giving New Year's money, setting off firecrackers, New Year greetings..." Chu Zihang on the side summed up the following points ably, "This is how I lived before, if I want to be with those If the soldiers celebrate the Spring Festival together, we may have to skip the New Year greetings."

"Then since it was your suggestion, you should be ready, right?" Lu Mingfei looked at Fingel and Sergeant Alchemy.

"Of course! MUSIC!" Old Tang snapped his fingers.

A burst of very festive music suddenly sounded in the room, as if it was a New Year song sung by a certain Hong Kong star. Four figures came out from behind the door - it turned out to be four very tall alchemy robots! From the complex alchemical patterns on their bronze surfaces, their classical shapes, and their red robes with golden fonts, you can tell that they are masterpieces specially prepared by the alchemist sergeant!

"Because today is New Year's Eve and time constraints, I specially made these four alchemy robots to help us. I gave them the nickname 'Jitou Four'. I believe they can bring us the joy of the New Year!" Old Tang He introduced with a proud face, "Don't underestimate them. Each of them has a Spring Festival function specially customized by me. The art of sticking New Year's red is even more amazing. When setting off firecrackers and fireworks, it can give you unexpected surprises." !”

"How about it? Do you want me to let them board that star battleship to put up New Year's red stickers?"

"No... forget it, just stay in the Holy Blood Pavilion..." Lu Mingfei waved his hand. In the eyes of the Weeper warriors, these four robots are most likely to be terrible things like "hating intelligence". Dare to The "Mother of Tears" will definitely be blasted to pieces by the soldiers with bolt guns!

"Okay then." Old Tang was dejected and shocked.

"I'm going to inform the warrior brothers first," Lu Mingfei got up and went to notify the soldiers who were staying in the Holy Blood Hall to repair the sculptures, and asked them to use the communication device to notify the brothers on the Mother of Tears.

Soon, under the leadership of Captain Klans, the excited mourners disembarked from the battleship and teleported to the Holy Blood Pavilion to help celebrate the "Feast of the Emperor's Ascension" and "Holy Leeds" in the hometown of the Katos brothers. Festival".

First of all, the Holy Blood Pavilion is decorated with festive red. Although the power armor of the Weeper Chapter is painted in bright yellow, it does not mean that they hate red. On the contrary, they are very happy to decorate the Holy Blood Pavilion with various red decorations. , some even improvised works of art.

Then there was the preparation for the New Year's Eve dinner. In this regard, Kassel College did not lack fresh vegetables and meat. The cafeteria soon sent another batch of fresh ingredients, including the flour dough needed to make dumplings. According to Fingel's Wikipedia Search said that making dumplings is a must-experience during the Spring Festival.

For the descendants of Saint Les, making dumplings is no more difficult than playing the piano, sculpting, painting and other artistic creations. After watching the process, even if they wear power armor that seems bulky and inconvenient, the weepers can still Completed standard-shaped dumplings one after another with extremely high efficiency;

There were even warriors who wanted to carve images of His Majesty the Emperor and St. Nicholas on the dumplings, but they gave up considering that these dumplings were meant to be eaten and might be a bit heretical;

But this still brought great shock to the Japanese beautiful girl group who had done it, as well as Fingel and Old Tang who made the dumplings in terrible shapes.

Lu Mingfei looked at the heated scene below from the viewing platform on the second floor of the hall, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly.

"I still vaguely remember that there was this kind of food in the place where I was. The meat was wrapped in dough and roasted in the fire...but it was much larger."

There was a voice in his ears, and the boy with a calm expression appeared behind Lu Mingfei at some point, with stars in his eyes disillusioned.

"His Majesty."

Lu Mingfei quickly knelt down and saluted.

The boy nodded.

"Your Majesty...are you willing to celebrate this festival with us?" Looking at the sudden appearance of the emperor's will, Lu Mingfei asked with hope.

"I'm just a fragment of humanity, nothing to celebrate, Katos," the boy shook his head, "Don't pay attention to me. Celebrate this rare peace with your brothers."

His figure slowly faded, and finally disappeared in place, as if he had never appeared before.

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In addition to dumplings, the Japanese beautiful girl group who are proficient in cooking from various countries also presented a sumptuous New Year’s Eve dinner to an entire company of Weeper warriors, and the Weeper warriors also used their own homemade Holy Lesbian snacks. Statues, trinkets and other items were given as gifts to these children.

The Spring Festival Gala program was also performed by a Japanese girl group. Before they were sent to Kassel Academy to "serve" Lu Mingfei, they were all talented star contestants in Japan. Although they were unable to fully display their performance due to the limitations of the stage, they The dance performance was indeed pleasing to the eye, and the vice-principal had sneaked into the Holy Blood Pavilion more than once for "inspection";

Afterwards, the Lamenters warriors took over the stage to perform. The performances ranged from singing and chanting "Ode to Holy Les" and "The Soul of the Lamenters" to martial arts competitions such as Blood Angel sword dance and warrior sword skills. Fierce fighting, culminating in the tactical exercise "Hunting the Black-Hearted Huron"...

Watching the wonderful performances that took turns, the girls' eyes were full of energy, their pretty faces were flushed, and they couldn't stop clapping their hands. Fingel and Old Tang even exclaimed, "To see such a wonderful performance by Astarte, even if Death is worth the price of admission."——

By the way, the two people who suggested celebrating the Spring Festival did not do much tonight, except eating and watching.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

A deafening roar suddenly sounded outside the Holy Blood Pavilion. All the Astartes who were wailing in the stadium immediately became serious and dignified after hearing the sound: "An enemy attack has occurred!"

All the soldiers immediately got into a fighting stance. The soldiers without armor protected the bewildered children, while the soldiers with armor pulled out their bolt guns and stood in front of the hall like a fortress, ready to face the enemy at any time. The iron-blooded chilling atmosphere instantly It extinguished the festive atmosphere.

Just when the atmosphere was about to get tense, Sergeant Alchemist weakly raised his hand:

"Don't be nervous, don't panic... This is my 'Jitousi' setting off fireworks outside to give you a surprise."

Lu Mingfei glared at him angrily, and quickly translated it in Gothic to appease the soldiers who were wary of the enemy.

"fireworks?"

Most of the soldiers were a little confused——

In the nearly hundred years of the Atonement Expedition, they had rarely stopped in the imperial world for a long time to see the fireworks of festive festivals. Generally, when such deafening noises were heard, they would only subconsciously think that it was a dangerous enemy attack.

There was another series of loud noises, and all the soldiers walked out of the Holy Blood Hall on alert. They saw bunches of fireworks rising into the night sky and blooming with bright firelights. The bright light illuminated the night sky, and the gorgeous colors of different colors were heard. The fireworks were like elves (alien?) dancing in the air, and the blooming brilliance illuminated the faces of the soldiers full of surprise and joy.

This is not a bomb, nor an artillery, nor a bombardment during a battle. There is no blood and screams, only the embodiment of beauty and warmth. The mourners silently stopped and looked up at the bright fireworks, as if they wanted to remember these beautiful moments deeply in their hearts.

"For the Emperor! For Holy Leth! For the people we protect and hold dear!"

A flame was ignited deep in the hearts of the warriors, burning slowly. At the same time, these scenes strengthened their determination to protect the humans of the Empire for the Emperor. They roared loudly, and their voices drowned out the fireworks. The vibration.

Looking at this scene, Lu Mingfei felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. Soon, these warriors would return to that dark and war-filled universe to face those monsters and monsters that harmed human beings and fight them in a bloody battle.

He prayed for these warriors, hoping that the Lamenters Chapter would persevere and not be swallowed up by the terrible darkness that was encroaching on the galaxy.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear a familiar voice, but when he turned his head, he could not see the other person's figure. Only the remaining whispers in the air proved that someone had sent his blessing to these noble and respectable warriors:

"Happy New Year, my still hopeful warriors."