Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 139 The cheat sent by the original body
Izanami stared at the Thunderhawk gunboat with her long and narrow eyes, extremely annoyed in her heart.

If it wasn't for this group of damn humans making trouble, she wouldn't have to cocoon hastily.

It will not be interrupted because of the cocooning process, and it will appear in this image of being inhuman and dragon.

However, appearing in the form of a half-human is also her intention.

Yamata no Orochi looked too bulky, and he felt powerless in the face of Lu Mingfei, a fighter with high mobility and high damage.

Now, it's time to settle the crime of disobedience of these untouchables.

Izanami swung his sword with a finger, and endless thunder was generated in the sky, turning into a wild dragon with claws and claws biting the Thunderhawk gunboat.

Various instruments in the cabin were emitting crackling sparks, but Lu Mingfei remained calm.

Only precision instruments are susceptible to electric shocks, but the design of the Thunderhawk gunship is only high in technology, and its essence is that it is actually stupid and thick, highlighting its toughness and durability.

Sure enough, after a burst of lightning struck, although plumes of black smoke billowed out of the cabin, the body was not actually affected at all.

Izanami frowned deeply, what on earth is this thing that can stand upright under the attack of Cang Lei's domination.

Could it be the latest alchemy product researched by human beings?

She despises humans, but values ​​them.

Izanami is very aware of the potential of these monkeys who dare to use various methods to steal the power of the dragon clan, otherwise she would not have used various promises to persuade humans to join her army against the Black King.

A population that is not strong enough is not even qualified to be cannon fodder.

However, her evaluation of humans does not stop there.

Alchemy products are just some strange skills and tricks.

The authority she holds is the ultimate in the world.

Izanami stretched out her five fingers towards the Thunderhawk gunboat, and the Yanling·Tiandi Furnace launched again.

Bai Wang, who had been cocooned once, took another step forward in controlling Yan Ling, and the armor made of pottery steel couldn't resist Longwen's power, and began to distort and deform.

If this trend continues, everyone will be squeezed into meat paste by this steel tomb.

At this critical juncture, Lu Mingfei finally made up his mind.

He took out the miniature lectern and said to Yuan Zhinv.

"let's start."

"Yes."

The red-eyed Yuan Zhinv nodded and activated the Word Spirit Nightmare Tapir.

Lu Mingfei's consciousness sank into the dream again, and countless dream fragments flashed past his eyes.

Some made him unforgettable, some made him heartbroken, and some made him extremely angry.
But these are not what Lu Mingfei needs. What he needs now is the memory in his genes, the legacy left to him by his genetic father.

"Holy Emperor, please guide me in my direction."

Lu Mingfei prayed silently in his heart.

A golden spot of light jumped out from his chest and plunged into the darkness.

"Thank you for your kindness."

Lu Mingfei said sincerely, and then let his consciousness enter the darkness.

"My lord, you summoned me."

The warrior in gray power armor came before the Primarch, bowing his head slightly.

The Primarch did not like to be bowed down, so this ritual was abolished both on his homeworld and within his Legion.

"No. [-], I heard that your psionic talent is not high."

said the Primarch.

"Yes, my lord. As a mortal, my psychic talent was only at the Sigma level, and after becoming a space warrior, it is only at the Cauchy level."

Number five said frankly.

The Empire divides psykers into 24 classes, and the Cauchy class ranks 14th.

Among ordinary people, this is already a very high level, requiring close surveillance or direct execution.

But in a legion that is generally sensitive to psionic energy, this level can be said to be unprecedentedly low.

"Do you regret that?"

asked the primarch with interest.

"Some, but not many. I believe in service to the Legion and the Empire, whatever my talents may be."

asked Five.

Satisfied with his answer, the primarch nodded approvingly.

The Primarch knew the life of this warrior. He was rescued from an illegal human cloning experiment base, and his number was number five in that batch.

After becoming a Space Marine, it was suggested that he change his name, but Five refused.

Only by remembering the past experience can we understand the preciousness of the present.

The primarch appreciated his words.

"You should be able to guess that I didn't call you here to humiliate you."

"Yes, my lord."

Number Five nodded.

His clone comes from a famous scholar, which endows him with a genius IQ.

"My spirit allows me to foresee some things. There may be one of your brothers who needs my help in the future. But my strength is born, and there is no way to teach him."

The Primarch said helplessly.

He and his brothers were created by the Emperor himself, born to be the most powerful beings in the galaxy.

From infancy they possess unrivaled strength, capable of killing even beasts that could kill a Space Marine.

But this also makes it difficult for them to pass on their strength to others, because they can't learn it at all, especially in terms of psionic power.

"So you found me, did you, my lord?"

said number five.

"Yes, your company commander recommended you to me. He said that you are very researched in the fine use of psychic power."

The primarch nodded.

"Yes, my lord."

Number five said not modestly.

"Then would you like to pass on the knowledge to your future brother?"

asked the Primarch.

"It is my honour, my lord. In fact, I am writing a book about it, which I hope will be included in the Legion's library."

said number five.

"I'm afraid your brother can't understand your writings."

The Primarch smiled.

Lu Mingfei on the side was a little embarrassed, he really had no talent in spiritual power, not only in practice, but also in theory.

"Then how can I help him?"

asked Five.

"Let go of your mind, I will pass your knowledge directly into his mind."

The original body said to him, but his eyes looked in Lu Mingfei's direction.

"Understood, my lord."

Five walked up to the Primarch, knelt down on one knee, and exposed the top of his head unsuspectingly.

"Don't rely too much on it, you don't have many chances to use it."

The Primarch said softly, and put his hand on Five's head.

"Warning, warning, the damage rate of the inner armor is 70%."

Amid the rapid alarm, Lu Mingfei opened his eyes,
A ray of blue light split from the white light on the lectern and entered his pupils.

In the next second, a blue spiritual light radiated from his eyes.

"Brother Lu Mingfei, are you alright?"

Chu Zihang asked with concern.

He felt that Lu Mingfei's expression was a bit ferocious.

Lu Mingfei shook his head, he didn't dare to speak, and a psychic lightning would spew out from his mouth.

"I'm going to fight the alien, stay away from you."

The voice appeared directly in everyone's minds.

"Wow, leader, is this your speech spirit? Telepathy, it's a bit cool."

Fingal exclaimed.

Compared with their speech spirits that either harden or explode, telepathy is more magical.

Lu Mingfei didn't explain, just shook his head, and jumped off the Thunderhawk gunboat.

During the fall, he stretched out his finger, and a tiny psychic lightning was generated at the fingertip, and then disappeared instantly.

In the next second, it appeared on top of Izanami's head, and it became as thick as an arm.

Biochemical psionic spell, biochemical lightning!

(End of this chapter)