Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Warhammer

It was the roar of the chainsaw, tearing apart the dead silence of this rainy night.

"boom!"

The rear door of the Maybach was kicked open, and Lu Mingfei rushed out as quickly as a cheetah.

A black shadow closest to him let out a harsh howl, and the next moment, the roaring chain sword in Lu Mingfei's hand struck it head-on.

The saw blade rotated wildly and cut into the black shadow's tough body, and the pouring rain could not drown the splashing sparks for a while.

Two nearby black figures pounced ferociously, their bodies twisting into two flying venomous snakes at an astonishing speed.

But Lu Mingfei's combat intuition was astonishingly sharp.

He stepped on the body of the alien shadow whose head was half sawed off, and using his strength to pull out the chain sword, he turned over and jumped to the roof of the Maybach, avoiding the two alien attacks.

But even after suffering such serious injuries, the alien was still not dead.

It roared in pain, like a crazy, deformed four-clawed spider, its body and limbs twisting crazily following its bloodthirsty instinct.

It knocked back several of its kind one after another, and climbed onto the roof of the car on all fours, trying to tear the human into pieces and devour it——

But it came up short.

The next second, the roaring chain sword in Lu Mingfei's hand strangled its back and the roof of the Maybach.

The saw blade cut all the way up and merged bloody with the wound on the head.

Thick black blood spurted out, like a burst water pipe.

Until the alien body under his feet stopped twisting and completely lost its vitality.

Lu Mingfei raised his head and looked around at the group of black figures.

They did not disturb their execution just now.

A pair of dark golden eyes revealed a mixture of fear and greed.

Suddenly, the images overlapped, and Lu Mingfei seemed to have returned to the dark days when he fought for loyalty in the Weeper Chapter.

As now, proudly looking directly at an alien enemy that is tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands times larger than oneself——

There are crazy green-skinned orcs, there are dirty ugly zerg, there are ferocious demons from the dark abyss...

They got only one response.

"Facing the Sons of Holy Leth, the aliens!"

Lu Mingfei roared loudly, his eyes shining as brightly as gold.

The chainsword in his hand roared of its own accord, responding to its master.

The new machine soul showed a kind of excitement after bathing in the alien blood.

——

Since the twenty-third millennium, the golden age of human prosperity was shattered by the rebellion caused by artificial intelligence.

Humanity has strictly prohibited the development of artificial intelligence technology.

It became a taboo during the human empire.

And that universe is an idealistic universe in which "all things have animism", and everything has a soul projection.

Mechanical creations are no exception——

As small as a chainsword and bolter;

As large as war vehicles, knight mechas, Titans, space battleships...

They can all awaken and give birth to their own "machine soul".

From a physical perspective, machine soul is equivalent to the title of a mechanical automation system.

For example, tanks or fighter planes, their machine spirits can take over control of the machine and continue fighting in the absence of the driver.

But from another perspective, these machine souls do have their own emotions and are no longer simply products of religious worship.

For example, God's machines like Titans have violent and wild machine spirits.

After each awakening, these powerful machine spirits need to be appeased and trusted through various complex rituals such as incense, holy oil, and binary prayers.

To prevent the captain's consciousness from being directly destroyed while driving.

The machine souls of small mechanical creations also need to be comforted and maintained, and their way of expressing emotions is also more direct:

If the bolt gun jams after one shot, the machine spirit is displeased;

If you shoot for a day without overheating or even fire out fifteen bullets from an eleven-round magazine, that is the joy of the machine soul.

Just like Lu Mingfei's simple chain sword, which was mainly disassembled and assembled by a chainsaw, could kill shadow aliens, and it was also blessed by a new organic soul.

…

Lu Mingfei's sudden outburst attracted the attention of all the shadows.

Even the god sitting on Sleibnir's golden eyes like a giant lamp stared at the figure fighting among the black shadows.

"Son, run!"

Chu Tianjiao seized this opportunity and suddenly shouted angrily.

Without even thinking about it, Chu Zihang turned around like crazy and ran towards the Maybach.

Before the shadow could intercept him, he threw the suitcase in the direction of Odin, like a piece of meat attracting wolves.

After letting go of the box, he immediately followed Chu Zihang in the direction of the car. The black shadow there still needed to be cleared.

Chu Tianjiao looked back and saw that most of the black figures were attracted by the suitcase and swarmed away - obviously the gods would not do something out of character like dismounting and picking up the suitcase.

The remaining shadows chased them.

Lu Mingfei was killed until he was covered in blood.

The response speed of the fifteen-year-old body and brain to external stimuli was far beyond Lu Mingfei's imagination. He was as agile as a civet dancing in the rain, avoiding the attacks of the shadows time and time again.

And more than a hundred years of combat experience, which has become instinctive, allow him to dodge every time, and the chain sword in his hand can cut off the limbs or head of the shadow with precision and speed like a scalpel.

What Lu Mingfei didn't notice was that a hazy golden glow appeared outside his body.

The black shadow's black blood was splashed on it and was instantly purified into dots of golden starlight, making this layer of brilliance more solid.

"Son, get in the car!"

Chu Tianjiao joined in the purification field of the black shadows, and the "Murasame" in his hand drew a bright arc, as if the rain curtain had been cut apart at the same time.

The black shadows surrounding Maybach and Lu Mingfei were instantly eliminated, and their heads fell to the ground.

But the bodies still stood in place, and black blood spurted out from the smooth fractures of their necks, like human-shaped fountains.

Chu Tianjiao raised his eyebrows and urged the stunned Chu Zihang to sit in the driver's seat:

"If you have anything else to do, we'll talk about it later when we go out to visit the mountain! Activate!"

Maybach's center console lights up in ice blue again.

"And you, little Saiyan, hurry in too!"

He looked at Lu Mingfei again, who was covered in golden arrogance. Two pairs of dazzling golden pupils looked at each other through the blood and rain.

Before Lu Mingfei could answer, the swirling wind suddenly became strong, enveloping the invisible water wall and squeezing it from three directions.

Chu Tianjiao's face suddenly turned pale: "Son, reverse gear! Let's go!"

Chu Zihang followed the instructions mechanically, and Maybach quickly retreated.

But it stopped after touching the water wall, and no matter how roaring the twelve-cylinder engine was, it still couldn't move.

Their retreat was blocked by rain.

Apparently, the portal out of here was controlled by the god in front of them.

"I'll find a way to hold off that heretic, and you'll seize the opportunity to retreat with your son."

Lu Mingfei said in a deep voice, holding the chain sword in his hand and walking towards Odin without looking back.

His soul is still that of a noble Lamenter warrior, holding his head high until he dies in battle to protect the weak.

"Damn! It's true that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. Are all the minors today like this?"

Chu Tianjiao was stunned for a moment, then cursed in a low voice.

Slightly changed the settings of the machine soul