Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Warhammer

Sparks and black blood flew everywhere, the roaring chain sword fell on the head, and the high-speed rotating chain blade bit the alien's head crazily.

But the tenacity of the opponent's profane body was beyond Lu Mingfei's imagination. After the chain sword penetrated the flesh for three minutes, the speed of the chain blade's rotation slowed down significantly.

Lu Mingfei frowned. Before he could make the next move, a picture suddenly flashed through his mind:

The alien, whose body was covered in flames that had not yet been extinguished, roared in a low voice, and its rough hands formed into fists, hitting him like a furious battering ram.

Lu Mingfei subconsciously raised his bolt pistol and fired.

"Bang bang!"

Broken scales and flesh flew everywhere, and two fiery red explosive bombs instantly blasted the alien's rough palm until only one finger remained.

"what happened?"

Lu Mingfei was slightly startled.

When he decisively pulled out the chain sword stuck on the alien's head and planned to change the execution method, an image appeared in his mind again:

The alien used his remaining left arm to support the ground and used the strength to jump up. A huge shadow enveloped him.

Eight sharp black ribs, like steel, broke out from both sides of the alien body, opening a deadly embrace towards him.

"here we go again……"

The instinctive reaction of the body prompted Lu Mingfei to jump back, and his eyes immediately locked on the alien's left hand, which was currently holding on to the ground.

Then, just like the image that flashed through his mind, the alien jumped up with its ribs sticking out.

But Lu Mingfei was no longer where he was. What the alien came into contact with was the hot and blackened floor, and the sharp and sharp ribs were ridiculously broken by his own weight.

"The prophecy... is wrong... is this 'perfect timing'?"

Lu Mingfei raised his bolt pistol and aimed it at the alien's head lying on the ground like a living target.

"Bang! Bang!"

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

Since there was an opportunity to kill him with one strike, Lu Mingfei did not need to use the chain sword on this alien to demonstrate and practice the superb sword skills unique to the Weeper Chapter.

Simple, efficient and deadly.

This is the fighting method that Lu Mingfei has always implemented.

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

"Is that the psychic power of the precognition system...or is it the manifestation of my 'word spirit'?"

Lu Mingfei was not sure.

Psychic power is one of the most powerful special forces in that cold universe. According to the literature in the Chapter, its power originates from the subspace.

People who possess this extraordinary power are called "psychics."

Generally, in a standard Astartes Chapter, there will be several Astartes who can use psychic powers as "think tanks"——

He is usually responsible for recording the paperwork related to the battle group, but during battle, he can transform into a destroyer and use psychic power to destroy the enemy.

The Think Tanks of the Weeper Chapter perished in the betrayal war that humiliated the Gene Father. Lu Mingfei's understanding of psychic powers was based on reading materials.

And their genetic father, the holy angel-Holy Leth, is a powerful prophetic psychic.

He foresaw his fate of dying in battle to protect the Emperor, but he still rushed to the center of the Heresy without hesitation and faced Horus the Great Rebellion.

The "precognition" image that flashed through my mind just now is quite consistent with the ability of a 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 bloodline in his body.

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

Tyler Donald fell to the ground and let out a painful cry. His thigh was completely cut off, and the blood spurting from the fracture stained his white doctor's coat red.

Chu Zihang stood aside with an expressionless face, and fine water droplets 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 his legs were cut off by Chu Zihang who was chasing after him.

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

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

Different from those small deadpools that look like ghosts, this fighting deadpool is his proud work, a biological weapon created by gathering all his knowledge of alchemy.

With the dragon blood in its body, it is enough to suppress most hybrids with low bloodlines until they are unable to resist.

For example, the guy who came to the door early yesterday morning with no eyesight could not even stay standing under the pressure of the dragon's blood from his proud work, and was punched half to death.

Then he was chopped into pieces by other little deadpools who swarmed him, leaving words of provocation written in blood.

Unexpectedly, today it was the other way around.

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

“What right does a heretic who creates monsters have to call others monsters?”

Chu Zihang said coldly.

If it weren't for the purpose of prying out some valuable information, he would have killed this heretical scumbag with one blow.

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

"You have ten seconds."

Lu Mingfei put down his chainsword and unloaded the magazine of his bolt pistol - there was still one "Red Lotus Galaxy Spiral" bolt bomb left in it.

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

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

Lu Mingfei took out the unfinished magazine and weighed it - there were three metal storm bombs left in it.

Then reinsert it into the bolter.

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

"She said it was a gift for you and asked me to deliver 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 leader knows...'the Emperor'! We are him..."

"boom!"

The cry of the heretic and crazy hybrid Tyler Donald was covered by the roar of the bolt gun and stopped abruptly.

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

"Does a sinful heretic deserve this honorific title?"

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

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

Chu Zihang said softly.

"Ask the person responsible for this farce."

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

The flowing blood and black blood dried on the hot and broken floor, twisting and turning like twisted snakes. Flames, bloodstains, black smoke, and dead monsters all make up such a weird painting.