Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 111 Bloody but Not Completely Violent

Chu Zihang calmly took out the emergency medical kit from his arms, and finished hemostasis on his left arm.

Fortunately in misfortune, it was an armor-piercing bullet, which shot directly through his muscle and nailed into the bottom of the car.

In the state of boiling dragon blood, his pain perception was weakened, coupled with the strong will trained, his spirit was not affected at all.

As for the scratch on his neck, Chu Zihang didn't bother to care about it.

With the resilience of the A-level bloodline, it will soon bleed on its own.

Even if it was only a centimeter away, the bullet would have burst his carotid artery.

But since he's still alive, that's just a minor problem.

"Are you okay?"

asked Fingal.

"fine."

Chu Zihang shook his head.

"I went out to attract firepower, and you took the opportunity to fight back."

Fingal said.

"clear."

He and Yuan Zhinu responded at the same time.

The obscure dragon text sounded, and Finger fully activated his speech spirit.

He had turned into bronze from head to toe, and cloud-like characters appeared on his body, and his hair stood up because of hardening.

Putting aside Fingal's standard Caucasian face, he is now exactly the same as the Taoist Dharma Protector Vajra.

He slammed the car door and got out.

The bullet chased like an Indian bee chasing dung, the metal of reality collided with Yanling's golden body, and countless tiny sparks bloomed.

"It's more powerful than the masseur hired by my junior."

Fingal gritted his teeth and said.

Fortunately, there was a carapace protecting half of the body, otherwise, the bones would not be able to withstand such an impact, and the internal organs would not be able to bear it either.

"Fortunately, Uncle Fen is struggling."

While talking nonsense to himself, he raised his gun to fight back.

The armor-piercing revolver and the explosive revolver fired at the same time, instantly blowing the heads of the four hybrids.

Although it is impossible to empty the magazine in an instant like Lu Mingfei, it is still possible to do four kills in an instant.

The death of the companion seems to have angered these unknown enemies, the bullets were fired more violently, and Cherokee raised the rocket launcher and howitzer again.

However, this time they will not be allowed to sing a one-man show.

The silent heavy machine gun spoke again, singing a death rap from hell.

The chain of 14.5mm armor-piercing anti-tank shells is like a long whip, smashing everything in its path.

Whether it is a dragon-like hybrid or a modified bulletproof body, it has become a paper tiger in front of the Soviet characteristic caliber.

Bazookas and grenades that hadn't had time to fire were detonated in the compartment, turning the two Cherokees into recyclable garbage.

"Dragonization."

With his astonishing eyesight, Chu Zihang saw the transformation of those enemies.

Now the identities of these enemies are finally clear.

"It turned out to be old friends, the ghosts."

Fingel looked relieved and sent .60 caliber condolences to these reunited old friends.

Even though Finger shot right and left, and Yuanzhinv's sniper rifle steadily harvested the lives of the ghosts, the situation was still developing in a direction that was not conducive to them.

Because Chu Zihang was injured, although he endured the pain and blood loss with great perseverance and continued to fire, the accuracy inevitably declined.

Without the suppression of the firepower of the heavy machine gun, the fierce ghosts who had been beaten to the ground stood up again, and the bullets of the rockets protruded from the Cherokee's car window again.

"Fingal, cover me!"

Chu Zihang yelled, pale golden scales formed on his body, and blue and red blood vessels protruded on the surface of the skin like earthworms.

The arm that had been penetrated was forcibly closed under the power of the dragon's blood, and it was almost impossible to see that it had been injured.

"Brother Chu, you"

Finger's expression was unprecedentedly serious, because he knew what power Chu Zihang was using.

Hybrids are human beings with dragon bloodlines. Whether they are partial to dragons or human races, they all aspire to and strengthen their own dragon bloodlines.

The former wants to turn himself into a dragon, and the latter wants to have stronger power to kill the dragon.

It is said that in ancient times, there was a taboo technology called "Road to Conferred Gods", which could turn mixed blood into real pure blood dragons.

This technology has long been lost, but the few words left behind have been treasured by various mixed-race forces, and research has evolved into different bloodline purification techniques.

And Cassel also possesses this technique, which is called "Blood Violence".

After releasing the violent blood, the dragon gene will also become more active, and all kinds of hidden characteristics belonging to the dragon in the body will be activated, and the strength will be greatly improved.

But the price of violent blood is equally terrible. After each use of violent blood, the proportion of dragon blood in the body will irreversibly increase, until the proportion of dragon blood is too high and loses consciousness and becomes a dead waiter.

This technology is hidden in the library of the Lionheart Club. After reading the materials of Nibelungen and Odin that day, Chu Zihang picked some interesting classics to read, and then discovered this technology.

Lu Mingfei forbade him to use and spread the violent blood technology, but due to limited technology, there was no way to delete his memory.

"If you cannot decide whether to use it, seek the Emperor's guidance."

In front of the emperor's icon, Lu Mingfei said so.

"Please tell me, Emperor, whether I am acting faithfully or not?"

Chu Zihang rushed forward while praying in his heart.

Golden light spots shuttled through his blood, and the scales where they passed were covered with a layer of gold.

Seeing the changes in his body, Chu Zihang felt sincere joy in his heart.

"Follow the emperor's order!"

He wields the heavy machine gun like a toy, a storm of metal that shatters everything it aims at.

"Brother's violent blood, something is wrong."

Fingel was a little puzzled.

The higher bloodlines of hybrids will react more strongly after using violent blood. With Chu Zihang's bloodlines, he will not only grow dragon wings and dragon tails, but at least his face will grow bony protuberances, and his hands will become Iron-blue sharp claws.

And judging from his performance, the strength bonus is a bit less.

Of course, Fingel couldn't guess the reason, because he didn't know the principle of violent blood.

The essence of violent blood is not to strengthen the genes of the dragon race, but to deliberately weaken the genes of human beings with will.

But Chu Zihang's human will is too strong, and he is protected by the mighty power of the emperor, so even though he used violent blood forcibly, he couldn't achieve the normal effect.

But this is also considered a good thing, Lu Mingfei also does not want to wake up, the deputy head of his appointment turned into a strange shape.

Doubts turned into doubts, Finger did not hesitate in his actions, and immediately rushed to Chu Zihang, blocking those bullets and words for him.

Behind him, Chu Zihang opened his mouth and began to chant Long Wen.

In the bloody state, his singing speed is greatly increased.

The Lord of Fire is ordering his soldiers to muster, and all the fire elementals that wander in the air join in the revelry.

The air around Chu Zihang quickly heated up to the temperature enough to boil water, and Fingel felt the burning sensation even through the bronze armor.

At this moment, he could only pray that Chu Zihang would be careful when throwing it, and not burn him too.

"break!"

The last Long Wen was read out in a very short time and gathered into a syllable similar to Chinese.

The huge heat first collapsed into a point, and then exploded to the surroundings.

After being in a bloody state, Chu Zihang can slightly control the location where the fire elements gather to kill as many enemies as possible.

Like the strong light produced by several napalm bombs exploding at the same time, it illuminated the originally silent night sky.

The flame produced by the fire element and the explosion of the gunpowder produced a chain reaction, and the temperature as high as several thousand degrees broke through the melting point of steel in an instant, melting the Cherokee and the ghosts inside into a glowing red liquid.

Chu Zihang knelt down on one knee, coughing dryly, boiling blood dripped to the ground, and then turned into a wisp of green smoke.

Even with normal violent blood, using such power is a great burden, not to mention that he is only half violent now.

If it wasn't for the protection of the emperor's mighty power, the blood in his whole body would have been burned dry by the backlashing fire element.

Fingel supported him, and brushed off a few embedded bullets from his body.

"Are you all right?"

he asked with concern.

"I can't die, are there any enemies?"

Chu Zihang asked, his eyes were dry due to the burning of the fire element, and he couldn't see clearly the situation on the battlefield.

"There's no one left, they were all burned to ashes by you."

Fingal shrugged.

"Don't let your guard down, the enemy may still have a backhand."

Chu Zihang breathed a sigh of relief, but was still very cautious.

"clear"

Just as Fingel was about to help him into the car, there was suddenly the sound of propellers spinning rapidly in the sky.

The enemy's rear has arrived.

An AH-1 gunship hovered in the sky, at an altitude of at least 500 meters.

In the dark night without the moon, even if it is a mixed race, it is difficult to see the position of the helicopter.

Moreover, the other party wisely did not turn on the lights, and the windows were also one-way transparent, so even the light from the instruments in the cab could not be seen.

Similarly, even the M1 Gatling cannon that comes with the AH-197 cannot cause effective damage at such a distance.

However, the opponent had never thought of using the gunship's own weapons.

In the enclosed helicopter cabin, a person in a white kimono is closing his eyes tightly.

Her body showed an obvious dragon form, and the blue scales almost covered her whole body.

Judging only from the outline of the body and the length of her hair, she should be a woman.

Sharp protrusions pierced his skin and grew out of his forehead, just like the legendary dragon horns.

Delicate blood mist drifted out from the gaps in the scales, making her look weird and gorgeous.

When the long text finally came to an end, the woman stretched out her hands, and a snowflake fell into her green claws.

On the outside of the armed helicopter, the sufficient moisture in the air quickly condensed into ice, and was molded into the shape of a sharp blade under the will of the word releaser.

The woman let go of her hands, and the snowflakes fell.

And the ice blade also fell from a height of 500 meters, turning into a sword of divine punishment, and slashing at the already riddled Alpha.

(End of this chapter)