Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Warhammer

After the initial surprise, the forge master's mood returned to the calmness of the smooth operation of the machinery.

The timing of the appearance of the Great Unclean One cannot be said to be too early, nor can it be said to be too late, but it does seem like a key gear has been inserted exactly where it is needed——

At least he no longer had to fight against the mortal blessed by the Exiled King.

After the Black Death attracted the attention of most of the new legions of the Damned, Vash'tor immediately withdrew all troops on the periphery into the central tower to defend the key anchoring engines;

The alien who was sheltered by the Cursed Ones who was playing games with him on the battlefield also responded. Led by those super mortals who were significantly stronger than the others, a small combat force was also mobilized to support the people who had previously sneaked into the tower. Destruction squad within.

But now protecting the anchor engine is no longer the primary purpose. With the emergence of the Great Unclean One, the Lord of the Forge has changed his plans.

Now He is just stalling for time so that he can obtain as much knowledge of the "Great Library" as possible through the loopholes in the Dark Armor——

After a short calculation, he got a time number that he was relatively satisfied with.

This is a helpless move. His true form is not here and cannot suppress the complete Great Unclean One; even if the Black Death wipes out the Exiled King's new son and new army, He will take the initiative to destroy the anchoring engine.

The reason is simple:

A brand-new universe is enough for the Plague Lord to achieve absolute victory in the great game of the gods, but he has not yet acquired godhood and become a true god to participate in the game.

This was unacceptable to Vashtor.

Who makes His “partners” in this world less useful than the last?

The White King is a piece of scrap iron, Doilos is also scrap iron, and Herzog is even more the scrap slag among the scrap iron! When Vashtor thought of this, he felt angry:

At first, He thought this mortal was interesting and useful, so he agreed to Doilos' plan;

Eighty-six percent of the inanimate beings summoned by the subspace summoning engine were refined and extracted into enhanced essences for use in Herzog's ultimate sublimation. In addition, he carefully forged dark armor, pitch-black blades, Death Reaper Claw Three powerful pieces of equipment;

Unexpectedly, after receiving the gift and sublimating the piece of scrap metal, he did not hesitate to tear up the previously signed contract;

Later, it did not play any role in intercepting the new son of the Exiled King. He was completely killed in just seven minutes and twenty-four seconds.

He swore that after the data and information here were transmitted back to him, he would destroy at least twenty worlds of human empires to vent his anger.

After the stable logic was interrupted and the useless emotions ended, Vashtor's consciousness turned to a rectangular metal plate floating in the palm of his hand, with a fiery red forge symbol engraved on the surface——

This is the hard drive He uses to store the knowledge he absorbs from the Great Library.

The newly acquired alchemical knowledge made him hungry. It was knowledge about the control of elements in the physical world, power that could be used without too much support from the subspace. This kind of power could only be swallowed by extinct or hidden stars in the physical universe. Only those who have control can take control - this has benefited Vashtor greatly.

If the Exiled King's will had not been imminent, he would have really wanted to loot all the knowledge in the Great Library.

His perspective jumped to the area where the anchor engine was located - under his intentional control, the corruption of the central tower by the Black Death was guided and restricted; the corpses of the mutated Deadpool who died in the central tower were destroyed by the crazy growth. They were devoured by chunks of green flesh. Under the influence of the unclean power of the Great Unclean One, they regained life and crawled out of the chunks of flesh as reborn plaguebringers.

The four-man destruction team that first infiltrated the central tower now has only one person left who has not been swallowed up by the tide of mutated Deadpools and vicious robots.

Vash'tor recognized the last remaining super-mortal and was surprised that he was still alive; this was due to his special ability to summon the shadows of the Cursed's new sons to fight alongside him.

Although he still stubbornly tried to push in the direction of anchoring the engine, he was running out of time. Vashtor released a ray of thought data to invade and sense the opponent's armor system, and counted down quietly:

"Five. Four. Three. Two. One."

As he counted down to the last number, the figure fighting among Deadpool and the robots suddenly froze in place. The eye-catching scarlet light of the ruby ​​eyepiece of the helmet gradually dimmed. He held the blade and tore open the Iron Warrior machine. The two arms of the soldier's head hung down feebly.

The countdown to the Furious Furnace is over, and the burning life of Yuan Jingnu has come to an end.

This feeling seems familiar. At the moment when her body began to lose function and could no longer support the armor and power backpack on her back, and she knelt down, Minamoto Girl suddenly recalled the past;

At that time, I was lying in the dark wastewater well, watching the only faint light coming from the wellhead being covered by the heavy manhole cover, and listening to my brother locking the manhole cover with chains and padlocks outside.

"For the Emperor."

He moved his lips slightly and spoke in a voice that only he could hear.

At least this time, he was not being judged for evil, but died honorably for the Emperor and the Legion;

And when he opened his eyes again, what he saw would not be the hateful face of the king, but the sacred glory of the emperor.

But what he was unwilling to accept was that he failed to complete the task assigned by Old Tang; even though the three warrior brothers who were traveling with him tried their best to help him move forward, he still failed to advance to the location of the anchor engine.

The number and quality of enemies are too great.

"There is still some time... Well, maybe we can study the internal structure of these new tools of the Exiled King."

Vashtor glanced at other locations: it would take some time for the reinforcements to break through and advance here; although a large number of soldiers were airdropped into the central tower, they also needed some time to advance.

Just as He was about to order the Iron Warriors to drag the fallen bodies back for autopsy, He was surprised to find that the shadow of the new son of the cursed still existed - it should have died with the death of the caster of the Word Spirit.

But it still stood on the battlefield.

The shining golden light even dispelled the gradually darkening vision of the Source Girl. He was also shocked by this. The Faith Furnace and the Word Spirit Furnace had been extinguished, so why did the non-real shadow of Lu Ming summoned by the third stage of "Dream Tapir" still exist.

But he didn't have time to think more. In the last second before Yuan Zhinv's consciousness dissipated and fell into darkness, he only saw Lu Mingfei's real shadow leaning down and taking the alchemical giant sword "Unyielding Soul" from his hand. Although the face with golden thunder in the pupils did not speak, a voice sounded in his heart: "Rest well first, brother. I will help you complete the rest of the task." Yuan Zhinv could not see the next scene. But Vashtor could still see it. He watched the golden shadow wielding two swords at the same time. The golden trajectory drawn was difficult to distinguish and gathered into a deadly storm. The mutant Deadpool, vicious mecha soldiers and plague messengers who blocked the storm were immediately torn into pieces. The killing efficiency was dozens of times higher than that of the previous four-man destruction team, which also accelerated the time number calculated by Vashtor dozens of times. "No, no..."

Vashtor switched his vision to another dimension and found that there was a golden line connecting this unreal shadow. The other end of this line was Lu Mingfei himself, who was fighting against the Great Unclean Black Death at the bottom of the central tower.

Obviously, there was a connection between the two that required alchemy knowledge to explain, so that Lu Mingfei himself could distract himself from controlling this shadow while fighting.

As if noticing Vashtor's peeping, Lu Mingfei himself and the shadow turned their heads to look at him at almost the same time, with blazing golden thunder in their eyes.

The Lord of the Forge was startled - rather than being afraid of Lu Mingfei, it was better to say that he was worried about the will of the Exiled King behind him.

"Staying here any longer will make the transmission risky. Transmitting while the situation is still under control is the safest option."

He stopped absorbing the knowledge of the Great Library and began to perform the final psychic encapsulation on the metal hard disk that stored the knowledge data; he believed that as long as the deity received this data, his control over power and his plan to ascend to the Godhood would become stronger and more complete.

A portal dancing with lightning appeared, and Vashtor stepped into it, passing through the temporary transmission corridor to the ritual array where he would transmit data. He placed the metal hard disk in his hand into the suspended stone column array that was engraved with evil runes and continuously radiated evil energy, and began to set various parameters.

When the parameters were set and the ritual array was about to start, Vashtor's separated data would also be placed on the hard disk, returning to the Soul Forge and merging with the deity.

But the data showed that after Vashtor set the parameters, another transmission array immediately squeezed in and firmly occupied the only transmission path of the ritual array, and even the master of the forge could not remove it.

"What's going on?"

The inexplicable situation made Vashtor stunned, and his vision switched to the transmission array that squeezed in; at some point, another ritual array suddenly appeared on the bottom floor of the central tower, and another metal hard disk that was almost exactly the same as his was floating in it to make final preparations for transmission.

The only difference was the symbols on the surface. Vashtor's was a fiery red forge, while the metal hard disk was a dark purple, twisting fire of change, the symbol of the Lord of Change.

"Doilos?"

Vashtor was briefly confused at first, and then turned into an angry roar:

"Doilos!!!"

...

"I'm so sorry, Lord Vashtor, the remaining time is only enough for the transmission array to take effect once."

As if he could hear Vashtor's angry roar, Doilos, who occupied the body of a deadpool, proudly performed psychic encapsulation on the storage hard disk he controlled, and wrote runes and various parameters on the ritual array that combined machinery and witchcraft with ease.

Taking the initiative to "die" first to avoid Lu Mingfei was undoubtedly the most correct choice. In this way, while Vashtor was dealing with the army of the cursed, he could still wait for the final step of the plan.

What the Lord of the Forge didn't know was that all the arrangements he made for transmitting data were secretly copied by Doilos, whom he regarded as a servant; Doilos took advantage of his pride as a demigod who wanted to sublimate and sit on an equal footing with the Four of the Eternal Ancients, as well as the contract signed by the two.

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However, the arrival of the Black Death was beyond its expectations; but on second thought, shouldn't killing a favorite of the Great Unclean One of the Lord of Plague make the Lord of Change even happier?

"If the Lord of Mystery could look at this place, I'm sure my plan would make him smile."

Doilos smiled proudly.

"Not necessarily." Someone said.

Doilos suddenly felt that all the feathers on his body were about to stand on end - although there were no feathers in his Deadpool body; he turned his head stiffly in the direction of the sound in disbelief, when he saw that the skin had some It almost screamed when it saw the boy who was dark but whose pupils seemed to have extinguished stars.

No attack, no resistance... Doilos couldn't think of any other strange thoughts. Such a close contact was as if the eternal black sun in the supreme sky was burning in front of him.

This is the instinctive fear of all demons, even the most powerful demons, when facing Him.

"Got you, devil."

At the same time, Lu Mingfei's vision seemed to be able to see through all illusions and obstacles, and his eyes were directly locked on the position of Doilos on the bottom floor.

While the authority of the spiritual element was opened to him, it also established a connection with the spiritual entity summoned by Yuan Zhi's female brother Meng Tairus; no matter whether it was Lu Mingze or who did it, there is no denying that this The lifting effect is excellent.

Lu Mingfei seemed to be on two different battlefields at the same time. While he was fighting fiercely with the Great Unclean One in his real body, he was distracted by controlling his clones, and transferred Vashtor to guard the anchor engine, which was like a tidal wave of enemies. Completely wiped out.

At this time, the anchoring engine of the Mechanical Evil God has lost its protective power.

Lu Mingfei had no intention of observing this ugly machine that looked like a huge metal heart engraved with blasphemous symbols. He only knew that this thing was the culprit that created and maintained the rift in the subspace here; no need for him to say anything more, the source of it The four-legged mechanical dog escorted by the young girl and the other three warrior brothers with their lives has already started to act independently, carrying the fiery red metal sphere device on its back and sticking it to the core of the engine.

Yan Ling. Rhine. Precision blasting is activated!

The intricate and dense pattern-like alchemical matrix formations lit up from the surface of the sphere and spread rapidly to create a field. The Philosopher's Stone stored inside was sublimated into pure and violent fire elements, which penetrated the thick protective armor from multiple locations. Invading the inner core of the anchor engine, a blazing fireball engulfed the entire core.

Lu Mingfei also had no intention of appreciating the explosion that destroyed the evil god's creation. While his real body was fighting against the Great Unclean Black Death, he controlled his physical shadow to flash downwards.

"Oh no...no..."

The Black Death at the bottom of the tower did not notice the sudden explosion caused by the central tower;

All its attention was focused on the more dangerous champion of the cursed in front of it. The unclean aura and power were so strong. When the flail it waved collided loudly with the extremely dangerous blade, the eruption splashed out. Black smoke erupted from his body as a result of the fire, and the pain in it was self-evident.

The Cursed One... He took the first step to get involved in this world! Must report to the Holy Father immediately!

But it sniffed, feeling that the situation was very wrong, very bad; it could no longer laugh, the subspace energy was fading and becoming thinner, its power was weakening, and the unclean golden power was coming from under its body. The edge of the space rift appears and spreads towards the center, intending to seal the connection with the subspace.

Then it will absolutely die, literally die, and will not be able to return to the Garden of the Father for new life.

In fact, the death of the Black Death has already begun. The heavy hammer from the physical universe is crushing it cruelly. It is trapped here and becomes quite weak.

"Destroyed by the Emperor's light, demon!"

Lu Mingfei flew down like a meteor, and countless bright energy projectiles shot out from the nozzles of the pair of gun wings behind him, blasting the huge body of the Black Death into pieces and pieces of flesh flying everywhere. The gift from the Lord of Plague Its disease protection and plague regeneration have expired.

When Lu Mingfei's figure reappeared, he appeared in front of the ugly head of the Black Death. The golden sword burning with raging fire roared and fell. The Black Death didn't even make a scream - its head was still there. The sword's edge was melted by the flames before it even touched it. Its eyes melted into dirty pus and flowed down, unable to see clearly the final blow that destroyed it.

Just like the bloodthirsty demon Balon of Destruction and the secret-keeper Xipala, Lu Mingfei wielded the Sword of Revelation and split the Black Death's body into two parts from top to bottom, creating a black soul belonging to this Great Unclean One. The origin is captured by the flame of faith and then burned away.

The hunt for Doilos is also going on simultaneously.

Due to the shock and fear when the boy appeared, Doilos belatedly missed the best time to transmit the data.

With the anchoring engine destroyed, the boy's power began to seal off this space, and it could no longer transmit any information to the deity through the ritual circle.

"Before Mingfei arrives, do you have any other surprises for me? Doilos."

The boy said lightly. In the dim space, his eyes were shining like stars.

"...Although I can't convey any information to myself and the Lord of Changes, I left a mark on your new son," Doilos said bitterly, "Once you return to that universe, the Ancient Four Three of them will immediately realize that he destroyed their warriors, maids, and heirs."

"Don't try to hide your new son. The Ancient Four will resent him, hunt him down, and try every means to drag him into an abyss of eternal destruction."

"Well," the boy just nodded, "Although it is negative, Mingfei does have the same level of treatment as the original body."

"But until then, your master will be blamed for the destruction of the Black Death."

The boy's voice still echoed in the air, but his figure had disappeared, as if he had never existed.

Before Doilos could react, a golden hand grabbed his neck from behind. Even if it was just a shadow and not the real body, the giant sword still had the power to destroy demons; and it was enough to deal with a wisp of residual soul.

This ever-changing demon king could no longer escape with various witchcraft tricks. Without giving it a chance to say its last words, its small ball of dark origin, which was only the size of a thumb, was completely destroyed by the fire of faith.

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In the depths of the garden of the Lord of Plague in the High Heaven, a black mansion was shaking violently.

The big and small demons in the garden were not clear about what happened for the time being, but they were one with the essence of the Holy Father, and soon they felt the grief of the Holy Father... and the anger that followed.

The anger was so strong that even the Blood God on the brass throne looked at it sideways.

The legions of the Lord of Plague began to gather in large numbers and marched towards the territory of the Lord of Change with the largest offensive in history.