Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Warhammer

Fingel rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't dazzled.

There is really a layer of golden brilliance emerging from Lu Mingfei's body!

And as his prayers became more passionate, the golden light supplemented by human warmth gradually solidified and shone, turning into a pair of hazy wings of light behind Lu Mingfei.

At this moment, Fingel finally understood why Lu Mingfei was so fond of the word "angel"——

The self-proclaimed "Angel of Death", the name of the battle group "The Lamenting Angels", the "Picture of the Angel Leader" in the Black Moon Pavilion...

The leader of the group is really an angel who descended to earth!

But he gives people a different feeling from those immortal spokesmen in theological religions.

Although Fingel didn't feel any urge to convert to his beliefs from Lu Mingfei.

But at least the light on his body can indeed make people feel at ease.

Lu Mingfei finished his prayer, and when he opened his eyes, a striking golden light bloomed in his pupils.

"I am inspired. This filthy land will be cleansed of the xenos by the Emperor's wrath."

He said, the light wings behind him fluttering slightly.

Fingel didn't know what to say. He was very self-aware and worried that the saucy words he blurted out would affect the sacred atmosphere.

The silver-white sword body ignited with golden flames, and Lu Mingfei felt Jingyue Huoling's fearful mood swings.

"Accept it, it is a blessing from the great Emperor."

Lu Mingfei said softly.

The spirit submissively accepted the injection of unknown power, and its mood became cheerful again.

Lu Mingfei pressed the headset and said to Chu Zihang who was on the thirty-eighth floor:

"Pray to the Emperor, brother, and show your loyalty."

"He is watching us."

While he was talking, the sound of gunshots coming from upstairs continued like firecrackers exploding.

…

Four minutes ago.

After a brief pause on the 38th floor, the four gangsters, Hongzhong, Facai, Sitong, and Dabing, took the VIP elevator and arrived at their destination smoothly.

The 45th floor of Genji Heavy Industries.

"The reward for target No. 2 is 5 billion yen, plus the 3.5 billion for target No. 1... In total, each of us can get at least more than 8 million U.S. dollars."

Sibo was adjusting the ferocious Russian GShG-7.62 four-barreled Gatling gun in his hand, and had already begun to calculate the reward after the mission.

"Don't talk too much. People who say such things in movies are often the first to die."

The voice of Fortune is still cold.

"Hey, that's not necessarily true. Since we are all gathered here, it means that we all have some 'special powers' to some extent."

"I believe everyone has their own way of escaping, right?"

Hongzhong's tone was light and cheerful.

"We only have three minutes, so we better do it quickly."

Dabi, who was carrying a black aluminum alloy box, said in a deep voice. It seemed that he was the one who cared most about the mission among the team.

"Ding - the forty-fifth floor is here, please be careful to open the door safely."

It didn't take long to get from the 38th floor to the 45th floor. After a brief exchange, the four bandits had arrived at their target.

The mission officially begins.

Hongzhong adjusted his mood and hummed a melodious ancient syllable. Some power was gathering.

"Fire!"

Almost as soon as the elevator door opened and Hongzhong's syllables fell, the gangsters in the elevator heard deafening gunshots and intense and dazzling fire.

Among them was a rocket-propelled grenade flying with a strong tail flame!

The elites of the Sheqi Eight Family Executive Bureau did not intend to save the lives of these madmen, and wanted to turn the VIP elevator into their coffins and then cremate them.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, the rocket-propelled grenade exploded, and the entire floor shook violently.

The elites were still holding weapons against the smoke-filled elevator entrance. The second rocket-propelled grenade had been loaded, and the man carrying the RPG wanted to move—

But suddenly he found that his feet seemed to be stuck in a swamp and he couldn't move.

The hard ground covered with steel plates suddenly became as soft and sticky as a swamp. Many elites noticed this and wanted to drag their feet out quickly.

They heard the ancient syllables coming from the VIP elevator that was still covered in smoke after the roar of the explosion.

The bandits were not killed in the explosion!

The elite members of the Executive Bureau did not bother to break free and immediately fired back. Several people burst out with high-spirited ancient language in their throats, trying to use the spirit of speech.

But the ground under their feet seemed to come to life. Groups of black viscous liquid entangled their mouths, noses and bodies, dragging them into the ground, just like evil spirits lurking in the swamp attacking those trapped in the swamp. The prey launched a hunting operation.

The smoke from the explosion dissipated, and the safe and sound bandits appeared in front of the people trapped on the ground.

There is an invisible layer of ground that wraps and protects them, like an invisible shield that isolates all incoming bullets and explosions.

Word Spirit. In the dustless land, the dangerous Word Spirit is ranked No. 66 on the Periodic Table of Word Spirits.

The person who released the spirit was a mixed race wearing a red hood. He was at the front and sheltered the three bandits into the defensive area of ​​Wuchen Land.

The female bandit wearing a wealth-making hood chanted ancient and long syllables in her mouth, dragging all the elites in the corridor outside the elevator into the swamp of death where the ground was twisted by the power of word spirits.

The word spirit is greedy and annihilated. The periodic table of word spirits ranks 90 as a high-risk word spirit.

The ground in the domain of the Word Spirit will melt into other forms such as quicksand, swamps, wetlands, etc. You can also choose to maintain the previous form, and it will be freely controlled by the user of the Word Spirit.

"Two minutes and thirty-two seconds left."

Dabi said in a deep voice, the pace of the four of them became fast and fast, and the hardness of the ground returned to normal under the control of Fa Cai.

The people dragged into the swamp by Greed also died on the ground, with only their unengulfed hands and feet exposed on the ground, which looked quite strange.

Sibo rushed to the front with his GShG-7.62 four-barrel Gatling gun, the barrel of which was always in a preheating and rotating attitude.

From the two barrels of his four-barrel hood, there was a faint golden light shining. Any enemy relying on a bunker or hiding in a dark room could not escape his eyes and be arbitrarily hit by his machine gun. shred.

"Yo ho! Nisne, sine, sine!"

Seeing the flesh and blood splattering, Si Tong shouted excitedly.

Word spirit. Eye of Wind, a low-risk word spirit ranked 20 in the periodic table of word spirits. When the word spirit is activated, the person releasing the word spirit can detect and capture even a slight change in the airflow within the line of sight——

The puffs and gasps when talking, the wind caused by the sudden opening of the door...even the weak airflow left behind them when walking, the four tubes can capture and confirm the opponent's position for the first time, and then tear them apart with the Gatling in their hands. .

"Left left then right, one minute and forty-three seconds to go."

The big pie who was at the end of the team told them the direction of travel and the remaining time. They moved quickly in this twisting and dense labyrinth corridor like a spider web, and anyone who stood in the way would be mercilessly killed.

The several security doors along the way were all open to the four gangsters, as if they were the owners here. The corridor became wider and wider as they went deeper.

When the pie was counting down 70 seconds, they saw the silver-white metal door at the end of the passage and slowed down.

"There are many doctors gathered at the door."

"Kill directly."

Dabi said coldly.

"Then we won't be able to ascend to heaven..."

Although he said this, Sigun still pointed the Gatling gun at the frightened doctors and nurses crowded outside the door with an excited expression.

Blood spurted out, and in less than ten seconds they were transformed into mutilated corpses on the ground under the horrific firepower.

As if awakened by the noise, a girl with silver-white hair slowly appeared in the sight of the four gangsters while holding the metal door.

The girl glanced at the bloody corpses at the door, and the sad expression on her pretty and pale face flashed away.

Then, she looked at the four bandits who stopped because of her appearance, and her eyes lit up with golden light.

She spoke, and the language spread from ancient times will reappear in the world at this moment.

That word is:

"die!"

I'm so sleepy... I really can't stand it anymore. I've had a busy day today... QAQ