Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

"Typhoons and heavy rains are the embodiment of elemental turbulence. It is not surprising that the appearance of the false god Odin can stimulate elemental turbulence, and he appeared in advance... Maybe he just asked Dad to drop by. It's like Dad, you are going to participate in my Opening Ceremony but it’s been a few days since I came, I will only think that you are delayed by something instead of thinking that it’s because of the last timeline that my opening ceremony was delayed by a few days. The theory of ‘new timeline’ you conceived is untenable, dad."

Chu Zihang quickly gave his own refutation. Without substantive evidence, his father's speculation cannot stand up to scrutiny.

Chu Tianjiao was dumbfounded, thinking about what his son said made sense, he was a little discouraged, and the light in his pupils also dimmed:
"It's true... I feel a little nonsense when you say that. Forget it, it's better to find a way to find out where Odin is and snatch back the box containing the 'Black King's Intestine'."

Chu Zihang has been paying attention to the changes in his father's demeanor. Compared with the physical instability caused by the dragon blood, the demons cause unfathomable pollution from the cognitive and spiritual aspects.

In this regard, he had a deep understanding when he was trapped in an unknown space in the hospital. The devil tried to use all kinds of false and blasphemous knowledge to pull him into the wrong abyss; and his father has been in the Nibelungen for the past half a year. It is impossible to live without residual trauma.

So he decided to go back to the Holy Blood Hall and start preaching the holy words of the great emperor to his father, let his father believe in the emperor, fight for the emperor and mankind, so as to shape a pure, resolute and unpolluted soul.

Following the silence of the father and son, only the cries of the wind and snow outside the window echoed in the carriage.

The long black dragon quietly slowed down as it approached the platform, and smoothly slid into the platform.

After getting out of the car, a Mercedes-Benz car with eye-catching wings of blood drops came into view. This "lamenting car" is currently the only car of the wailing angel.A burly man with sunglasses and a serious expression stood beside the car, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"Level S ordered me to come and pick you up." The strong man said in substandard Chinese, and stepped forward to take the luggage of the father and son with his arms as thick as the thighs of ordinary people.

"Has the school engineering department reached a cooperation with the Weeping Angels now?"

Chu Zihang was a little surprised. These janitors were all elites who had retired from the SEALs. They usually only obeyed the orders of the executive department. Now they are actually working as drivers for them?

"It's not cooperation, it's an order from the principal," the burly janitor put his luggage in the trunk, "Now S-class also has the authority to mobilize members of the janitorial department."

"It seems that the little Saiyan is having a good time in Kassel," Chu Tianjiao half-jokingly said, "Does Anger know his true strength?"

"That depends on whether you are asking about the strength in the real world or in the Nibelungen."

"Is there a difference? Could it be that the home game and the away game are divided like a basketball game?"

"That's true...but it's hard to explain clearly to you, Dad. I'll explain it to you when I get back to the Holy Blood Hall." Chu Zihang didn't immediately explain everything to his father, which involved the Weeping Angels. Deeper secrets.

After passing through the school gate carved with pig iron, the Mercedes-Benz drove into this castle-like college, and drove to the location of the Holy Blood Hall along the road Chu Zihang was familiar with.

"The change is not small. I can't even recognize where it is. It seems that Angers has made a lot of money from the school board over the years. The style of the entire college has been completely renovated."

"At that time, Kassel still trained students according to the set of the Berlin Military Academy, and students were even allowed to use language skills for combat practice; I remember that the head of my executive department at that time was still a European dragon drinker. The old man of the bloody lunatic family, this old thing is ruthless, and he has been fighting against Angers..."

Looking at the Baroque-style college building outside the window, the corners of Chu Tianjiao's lips curled up slightly, as if he had returned to the days when he was still studying at Kassel College more than ten years ago.

Chu Zihang remained silent. He knew the painting style of the Kassel Academy before, and the reason for changing to the style of the current private free academy seems to be an accident with heavy losses.But to be honest, he thinks that Lu Mingfei should like Kassel's previous style. He has always wanted to build a special battle group, and he also needs some genetic modification...

"We have arrived."

The janitor's words pulled Chu Zihang back from his thoughts to reality. Chu Zihang said "OK" and pushed open the door and got out of the car. The scene really shocked him.

The Holy Blood Museum has its own courtyard, and now there is a giant milky white statue nearly five meters high in the center of the courtyard.

Although the statue has not yet been completed, and the multi-layer scaffolding of the same height is surrounding it, but from the appearance, the overall image of the statue has been completed.

This is a statue of an angel, with a pair of wings stretched out behind it, but it is different from the angels in fairy tales who wear white clothes with moon tree branches on their heads. This angel is wearing a heavy armor, engraved on the armor. The exquisite patterns and painted carvings in each place endow it with a perfect artistic atmosphere, while decorations such as the belt, knee pads, the skull on the breastplate, and the pure mark with scriptures add a bit of religious flavor, symbolizing The ruby-like dazzling pupils of wisdom and strategy are particularly eye-catching in the center of the breastplate, which is also one of the few pre-dyed positions of this statue;
The angel holds a sharp long sword burning holy flames in one hand, and holds a trident-shaped long spear with wings in the other hand. The battle flag on the spear shaft is obviously made of stone, but it is naturally entwined under the hands of the sculptor, as if it is fluttering in the wind. The angel's wrist; what was trampled on was a hideous creature with only half of its head left. Its twisted horns were all cut off, and the sharp fangs were nailed to the base of the stone sculpture as a reference to set off the heroic appearance of the angel. .

Sanguine Les.

Chu Zihang recognized at a glance that this angel statue was the "Father of Genes" that Lu Mingfei highly admired, and Lu Mingfei himself was standing on the scaffold with a sculpture knife and a stone chisel to polish the angel's face. At the back of the head, a burning halo like a corona has taken shape.

It seems that these days he has been completely absorbed in this work.

"Welcome back, brother. I also intend to finish this statue of the great Saint Saint Leus before you return."

Lu Mingfei saw Chu Zihang get off the car, his face was beaming with joy, and after a few jumps, he landed lightly from the scaffold several meters high, the snow-white lime and even his hair were dyed a layer of silver.

"Your artistic style is still so perfect. Praise to Sanjie Lesi." Chu Zihang admired from the bottom of his heart, and at the same time he was a little surprised, "But I never knew that besides painting, your carving level is also so high attainments."

"This is the method that Sanguine Les taught us to keep our hearts pure and peaceful." Lu Mingfei's tone was pious and respectful. His subordinates have transformed into the noble "Holy Blood Angels", suppressing the thirst for blood and the black rage that will appear in the future through the pursuit of art.

"I'm glad to see you wake up from the coma, Uncle. I have fulfilled my promise." Then, Lu Mingfei looked at Chu Tianjiao, who was listening to the conversation between the two with a dazed expression, and politely smiled and said hello, as if The rainy night when I just took the Maybach more than half a year ago.

His pupils were covered with a layer of golden brilliance, as if he could see through the depths of a person's heart and soul.

"..." Chu Tianjiao was stared at a little hairy. Before he could speak, Lu Mingfei turned his head to talk to Chu Zihang:
"Does he really not remember anything?"

"Well, I don't have any impression of everything I've experienced since I separated from the Nibelungen. It can't be ruled out that it's a despicable means of false gods or demons."

"So far, I haven't found any traces left by the demon... Let's find Yuan Zhinv, maybe his words can be effective."

"Okay. Does that allow my dad to know all of the Lamenting Angel's secrets?"

"can."

"Okay. I will make Dad believe in the Emperor and fight for him." Chu Zihang nodded, looking at Chu Tianjiao who was bewildered, "Let's go, Dad, let's go in first."

The two children did not leave any room for him to speak. After the conversation, Lu Mingfei jumped on the scaffolding again and continued to ponder over the statue of the angel. Chu Tianjiao was dragged by Chu Zihang around the statue in a daze and entered the holy blood. Inside the hall.

There is a phonograph in the corner of the hall, which was only used as an exhibit in the past, but now it has come in handy. The black record under the stylus is slowly turning, and the calm and gorgeous syllables of "Aria on the G String" echo in the Hall of the Holy Blood .

The huge mural hanging in the hall facing the gate has been replaced with a new one—but compared with the gorgeous and shocking "Angel Leading the Army Picture" before, this giant painting hanging from the second floor is relatively Much simpler.

The subject of this painting is simply the head of a man.

The man in the painting closed his eyes tightly, with a solemn expression and a touch of sadness. The laurel wreath of moon tree branches on his forehead weighed down his black hair. It seemed that there was a golden sun burning behind his head, and a sacred halo was on top of his head. It seemed to form a golden eagle spreading its wings.

Just looking at it makes people want to kneel down and submit to the man in the painting from the bottom of their hearts.

"The Emperor, great Lord of Men."

Chu Zihang had never witnessed the real face of the emperor he believed in, but after seeing the image of this painted man, he instinctively told himself that this was the emperor's holy face.

He took a deep breath, prayed inwardly, kneeled devoutly on one knee, and walked the highest Astartes etiquette that Lu Mingfei had taught him.

"Is this within the allowable range of Angers... I feel that as a student's parent, I need to report some problems to the school..." Chu Tianjiao was a little frightened by his son's "abnormal" behavior, and knelt down to salute a mural , It is a bit of a taste of being too deeply poisoned by religion.

"Don't be rude, Dad." Chu Zihang got up from the ground, "I'll take you to find Yuanzhinv first."

"Uh... wait a minute, son, can I ask who Yuanzhinv is first?"

"At present, it should be regarded as the dream trainer of the battle group. The main job is to protect the keel cross of King Bai." Chu Zihang explained.

"Dream trainer? There is such a profession in your place... Wait!" Chu Tianjiao suddenly realized that something was wrong, shaking his head for a while as if trying to wake himself up, he asked in doubt:
"Son... you just said 'White King's Keel Cross', right?"

"Well, this is one of the secrets of our battle group," Chu Zihang said unhurriedly, "The 'White Emperor' in the history of the Dragon Clan has been killed by Brother Lu Mingfei, and what he left after his death The Keel Cross is in the basement right under our feet—shouldn't have changed location, there was a burglary not long ago."

"..."

Chu Tianjiao's eyes lost focus and became gloomy.

After a while, he woke up suddenly, and after slapping himself several times, he was finally able to say a complete sentence, his voice trembling:

"I'm so stupid... this world is really crazy..."