Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Warhammer

The killing came to an end when the last alien was split in two by a chainsword.

The baby's cry and the annoying banging sound still lingered in my ears, while the gunshots and high-pitched chanting downstairs became more intense.

But at least the people on the twelfth floor got a brief moment of peace.

"Tell me about the battle, brother."

Lu Mingfei held a chain sword and a bolt gun, crossed his hands on his chest, briefly performed the Sky Eagle Salute to Chu Zihang, who was rushing towards him, and spoke in a deep voice.

"We have lost contact with the combat center, and so far no trace of the culprit heretic has been found."

Chu Zihang returned the eagle salute and answered seriously.

After several months of training, he adapted well to his status as an "Emperor Warrior" and prayed and trained with Lu Mingfei every day.

Although he yearned for what Lu Mingfei told about superhuman warriors like the "Astartes", he always kept in mind the belief that "courage and fearlessness are by no means exclusive to the Astartes".

"Then I'll attract these aliens, and you can lead people down to rescue them."

Lu Mingfei said, the hand holding the bolt gun took out a silver-streaked black vial from the pocket of the hospital gown soaked in black blood.

"I'm with you. The rescue can be left to Caesar."

Chu Zihang said.

"good."

When his brother wanted to fight alongside him, Lu Mingfei naturally wouldn't refuse.

His blazing golden eyes looked at Caesar:

"Then I'll leave the rescue to you, Caesar. You are a very good leader."

"...I'm afraid this is the only advantage I have left in front of you."

"Don't worry, leave it to me, S-class."

Even though he suffered a big blow in his heart, Caesar still smiled and maintained his demeanor and etiquette.

He had always thought that Chu Zihang was actually Lu Mingfei's protector.

Even after learning that Lu Mingfei had killed the B-class fallen hybrid before entering school, Caesar still had a trace of doubt deep in his heart.

But in the opponent's killing that was as visually impactful as the weapon in his hand, this last trace of doubt was completely dispelled.

Lu Mingfei was assigned an S-level by the principal for no reason.

"Then please follow Commissioner Caesar and leave now."

Lu Mingfei turned around and glanced at the several college commissioners behind him. Regardless of whether they were casual or formal, the expressions on their faces were all filled with awe from the bottom of their hearts.

They immediately obeyed Lu Mingfei's request and followed Caesar to the safe passage east of the corridor.

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang walked towards the elevator on the other side.

"Don't you have a bolter?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"No, it's not suitable for disguise."

Chu Zihang shook his head, "But I brought the magazine up, I think you may need it."

He took off his janitor's coat and took out the five thick black magazines tied to his waist.

Lu Mingfei raised his eyebrows. He really needed ammunition.

In this way, the Emperor's wrath vented by the Bolt Pistol can cleanse the dirty xenos with the highest efficiency.

"Thanks, brother."

Lu Mingfei replaced the bolt pistol in his hand with a new fully loaded magazine, and inserted the remaining magazine into his waist, close to his skin.

"That pregnant woman... how is she?"

Chu Zihang asked softly.

He remembered that the pregnant woman who was temporarily sent to Lu Mingfei's ward was mentioned in the communication channel before.

"Not dead yet."

"She was hypnotized by heretics into thinking she had a family."

"She actually had an alien stuffed in her belly."

"Either be torn apart by the alien, or killed by me before being torn apart."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Then...the alien is still in her belly?"

"The alien is dead."

"I hesitated and didn't kill directly... then Lu Mingze got it out."

Lu Mingfei's voice became deeper.

"road……"

Chu Zihang looked stunned and didn't ask any more questions.

They had already reached the elevator at the west end of the corridor, and the display board showed that the elevator stopped at the fourth floor.

Lu Mingfei handed the chain sword to Chu Zihang and opened the closed elevator door with one hand.

The cry of a baby echoed in the dark and deep elevator shaft, as if it was a passage to hell.

Lu Mingfei unscrewed the cap of the black vial in his hand and poured the dark red blood inside into the elevator shaft.

"What's this?"

"The dirty creation that used to be able to pollute ordinary people and turn them into Deadpools has been completely destroyed."

"Now it's the blood of Principal Angers. They say that the higher the blood level, the more hybrids are attracted to xenomorphs - I hope so."

After Lu Mingfei finished speaking, he threw the black bottle with silver patterns into the elevator shaft.

The weird crying sound suddenly became quiet.

Only the dull and empty banging sound was left, echoing in the hospital.

The next second, even more terrifying screams and howls sounded!

"It seems that the principal's blood is very effective."

"If I didn't have the habit of drinking blood, I would really like to taste a few drops."

Lu Mingfei took back the chain sword from Chu Zihang's hand, closed his eyes, and chanted softly:

“God Emperor, please guide the chase;

Your holy wrath will shatter these deformed and twisted creations;

Your unquestionable light will burn these foul souls. "

…

The dense footsteps gathered into an astonishing wave. At this moment, an unknown number of aliens were attracted by the blood and were rushing toward the elevator shaft crazily.

About six or seven floors below, the elevator landing door had been broken through. With the remaining light, Lu Mingfei could see the crowded black shadow.

And more dark figures came from the morgue on the underground floor of the Sacred Heart Maria Hospital.

One after another, the corpse compartment doors were pushed open from the inside, and short figures crawled out, their dark golden eyes glowing faintly in the darkness.

If anyone saw this scene in the morgue, they would definitely be scared to death.

"What are your abilities?"

Lu Mingfei asked softly.

"If you are referring to Yanling..."

Chu Zihang took a deep breath, "I'm not sure yet. There is a 'commandment' in the academy. I haven't released it myself."

Every hybrid inherits their power from the bloodline of the Dragon Clan, and the "Word Spirit" is the most unique one.

In Kassel College, the vice-principal's spiritual "commandments" are combined with a special mercury alchemy matrix to expand the domain to the entire college.

Under the influence of the "commandments", all dragon blood descendants with a lower bloodline than the vice-chancellor cannot use the power of the word spirit.

Otherwise, Cassel Academy's Word and Spirit class will become an unstable version of Hogwarts' magic class.

No one knows whether what came out of a student's mouth was "drowsy" or "Avada chewing a big melon".

"Then do you think your speech spirit is suitable for this environment?"

Lu Mingfei asked again.

"……Be applicable."

Chu Zihang replied in a deep voice.

"Then let it go."

Lu Mingfei said, firing the bolt gun violently at the elevator shaft.

The blazing muzzle flames illuminated countless short aliens climbing rapidly up the walls of the well.

Thanks to their number and density, the metal shrapnel ejected by the "Metal Storm" bomb after the explosion caused maximum damage.

A dozen aliens who had climbed up from the nearest floors on the 11th and 10th floors were blown to pieces and fell into the deep well.

"OK."

Chu Zihang nodded, took a step back slightly, and recited obscure syllables.

These convoluted dragon prose seemed to be Chu Zihang's innate talent, and the low chanting quickly turned into a high-pitched and majestic chant.

The deafening dragon chant completely covered up the cries of the aliens in the elevator shaft!

Lu Mingfei felt the scorching heat rising on his back. He raised his eyebrows and stepped away to prepare the best stage for his battle brothers.

Chu Zihang's pupils lit up with a bright golden light, blazing brighter than ever before.

He strode forward and recited the last syllable of Long Wen.

A dazzling sun rose in the elevator shaft.

Obviously, Chu Zihang's speech spirit is at the level of "Avada chewing a big melon"——

Serial number 89, high-risk word spirit. Jun Yan!

The aliens started crying again under the sudden rising sun, but then they were swallowed up by a loud explosion!

It was like someone kicked over the furnace of the sun, and the extremely high-temperature flames crashed down.

The aliens were swallowed up by the flames before they even had time to escape, turning into pieces of pitch-black charcoal.

The elevator cable has been melted, and the elevator bridge hovering on the fourth floor fell together with the blazing fireball, like a flaming hammer, judging all the evil spirits who want to climb out of hell.

The entire inpatient building suddenly became much quieter.

But soon, the terrifying high temperature triggered the hospital's fire alarm system. The alarm bells sounded loudly, and the fire-fighting system on the top of the corridor began to spray water.

"Well done."

Lu Mingfei clapped, happy that his brother had such power.

Chu Zihang's chest heaved violently and his breathing became rapid:

"Isn't it too...over the top?"

"No, as a warrior of the emperor, you should give any sinful enemy the most horrific death."

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"Then...is it over?"

Chu Zihang tried his best to calm down the blood that seemed to be boiling in his body.

He stretched out his head and looked at the elevator shaft, which had been turned into a crematorium by the power of his speaking spirit.

There is still a pungent smell and scorching residual heat in the air, and it seems that all the aliens have been purified by his "Jun Yan".

"Maybe...but we may have to welcome new guests...or enemies."

The east elevator on the 12th floor, nearly a hundred meters away in the corridor, suddenly started running.

Under the enhanced transcendental vision brought by the golden pupils, the bright red numbers on the display board were clearly reflected in Lu Mingfei's eyes.

5, 6, 7, 8...

The elevator was rising slowly, carrying unknown passengers.

Finally, the bright red number on the display board settled on "12".

The door slowly opened.