Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 148 The 1000-year New Pilot

Lu Mingfei was the first to bump into these terrifying big iron cans.

He randomly split two crooked rockets, one misfired, and the other exploded.

The shock wave was blocked by the stand shield, and the "Freedom" mecha rushed out of the flames, and slashed at the mechanical lower limbs of the big iron tank of death with a sword.

This is his experience in dealing with such large machines in his previous life. First destroy the power unit, and they will become crabs waiting to be slaughtered.

Two robotic arms grasped downwards at the same time, one blocked his lower limbs, and the other grasped Lu Mingfei's head.

He acted accordingly, and the particle sword slashed the mechanical arm, cutting the iron arm thicker than the pillar until only a little iron sheet remained.

The Wuwei sword blocked upwards, colliding with the mechanical arm that was grabbing his head, creating sparks.

Lu Mingfei ejected a beam of high-energy particles from his right foot, and the strong reaction force allowed him to move at high speed, avoiding the follow-up attack of the big iron can of death.

Looking at the big iron can with the mechanical arm retracted, he frowned slightly.

Something is wrong, something is wrong with these big tin cans.

And while they're not as bulky as they seem, they're not supposed to be as nimble either.

Although he didn't take much action to train the recruits when he wiped out this group of green skins, he also watched the whole process from the sidelines.

Lu Mingfei didn't know that the existence of Primordial Authority·Dream Bubble Realization is related to the depth of memory and understanding.

The more vague the memory or the shallower the understanding, the more plausible the existence that emerges, and it may even be mixed with other memories.

I just don't know what is mixed with the green skins in these death tin cans.

Five or six big iron cans rushed towards Lu Mingfei, and a dozen robotic arms descended from the sky, like gods in the sky reaching out to suppress demons.

Of course, compared to the radiant "freedom" mechs, these grim-faced death tin cans are the evil spirits.

Lu Mingfei drove the mech to and fro in the siege of the big iron tank, using his nimble steps and double swords to defuse the attack of the mechanical arm.

The flaw with these golden age relics is that there are no ranged weapons, only a particle sword.

This is not because he didn't manifest it, but because they themselves don't have corresponding equipment.

Because these mechs are all special models for competitions, and they are special models for close combat events.

However, as long as it's fast, stiff, and sharp, it doesn't matter if you don't have ranged weapons.

Every interstellar warrior is a melee master, and Lu Mingfei also prefers melee attacks.

The moment when the sword is swung to cut through the enemy of mankind is a rare enjoyment in the boring life of the Astartes.

And Chu Zihang and the others didn't hang up the phone, and rushed over immediately when they saw their regiment leader being besieged.

Although they were not as proficient in manipulating mechas as Lu Mingfei, they were enough to attract firepower.

Fingel cut a deep gash on the waist of the big iron tank of death with a sword, and was punched into the air in a blink of an eye, and was hit by several rocket eggs.

"To die or to die."

The huge flame and sound made his scalp tingle. According to the proportional relationship between the size of the sound and the power, the power of these rocket eggs may not be lower than that of the Hell Strike Missile.

Fingel had seen the latter's power before, and he doubted whether his iron body could protect himself well.

But when the shock wave hit the ground, he found himself unharmed.

"Awesome!"

Fingel praised the mech's defense.

"Thank you for your affirmation of this mech."

The artificial intelligence said indifferently.

In fact, even if the mech doesn't turn on the stand shield, nothing will happen.

These rocket eggs are a variant of the green version of the Imperial armor-piercing missile. Its biggest change is the installation of a device in the rocket egg that can amplify the sound and fire.

These devices take up a lot of space to make the explosion look more attractive, but also sacrifice a lot of lethality.

After finding that the opponent's heavy firepower could not hurt him, Fingel immediately floated away.

He drove the mech into the battlefield at full speed, and the four wings sprayed out dazzling streams of particle light.

"It's you who beat me up to heaven."

Fingel found the big iron can that had just beaten him, and directly slid the shovel towards its crotch.

After all, he was once a top student and now the chief servant of the battle group. He also keenly discovered the weakness of the big iron can of death.

The timing and angle chosen by Fingel were very tricky. This big iron can was just blocked by two other cans, which prevented it from grabbing this annoying little shiny can with its robotic arm.

However, as the main product of the technician boy, the big iron can of death naturally has more than this ability.

Its crotch opened suddenly, revealing the dizzy fart inside.

When the Grit saw Fingel approaching with the shovel, its eyes instantly brightened.

An indescribable grin crossed the Grit's face, and without hesitation he ignited the heavy rocket under his ass.

Grit fried eggs, one of the few guided missiles of green skins, is also a very rare weapon type in the entire galaxy.

Because there are very few forces that equip a missile with a driver, even a fart.

Lucky or unlucky, the Grit grinned intoxicated as he basked in the rocket's high speed and free air.

Of course, it has not forgotten its duty, using the steering wheel to control the rocket towards the target.

This is one of the reasons why Gritt Fried Egg is so popular among greenskins, it is very accurate in a way.

"I thought I could hit that glowing can and spit on its head."

Grit thought cheerfully, and then flew towards Fingel who was still gliding.

"What are these things?"

Fingal was shocked.

As an elite of the former executive bureau, he has also seen all kinds of arms, but he has never seen this one.

Putting a steering wheel on top of the missile, isn't that a joke? !
Fingal didn't understand, but he knew it was best not to get hit by this thing.

Anything that can be put under the crotch is definitely hard work.

Finger and Grit Missile are hawking chickens in the air, while Chu Zihang and the others are in a hard fight.

The silver mechas greatly enhanced their strength, allowing them to counter the terrifying horsepower of the big iron tanks, but did not completely eliminate their own load.

This is not that the manufacturing process cannot be achieved, but the original intention of the design is so.

It is a person wearing a mecha to fight, rather than the mecha competing by itself, so it is natural to keep the link of testing the quality of the pilot himself.

Purely in terms of physical fitness, hybrids are no less inferior to golden humans.

But in terms of overall genetic optimization and physical coordination, golden humans are far superior to hybrids.

Chu Zihang blocked an iron drill bit with the particle sword. Although the drill bit was cut off by the particle sword, the rotating force on it still made his bones numb.

As for such drill bits, there are still five on the death tin can.

"Did Brother Lu Mingfei fight against such an enemy in the past? If nuclear bombs were not used, these few robots would be enough to wipe out a small country."

Chu Zihang thought in his heart.

And this kind of battle is just a daily routine for Lu Mingfei.

And how grand and tragic would that battle that nearly wiped out Lu Mingfei's battle group be?
Thinking of this, Chu Zihang clenched his fists.

He must become stronger, even if he can't keep up with Lu Mingfei, he must be able to fight side by side with him and share the pressure.

Chu Zihang decided that he would submit an application for equipping the "Cage of Pain" when he returned home.

Bondage is trial, pain is strength.

Although these big iron cans of death were not normal, they still couldn't last long in front of Lu Mingfei who was almost completely intact.

His physical fitness has not yet returned to that of a millennium veteran, but the strengthening of the "Freedom" armor has made up for the gap.

The stronger defense than the Terminator power armor and stronger attack than the power sword made Lu Mingfei even more powerful.

He took a deep breath, judged the gap in the big iron can's attack with his super dynamic vision, and then sprinted suddenly.

The special six-wing propeller emits a dazzling stream of particle light, and the "freedom" mech accelerates to ten times the speed of sound in an instant!
Even if Inuyamaga used the seventh-order moment, the ultra-high speed could not be achieved, so that a clearly visible sound cone appeared in front of the mech.

The huge sonic boom overwhelmed the noise of the death tanks, and the shock waves generated by the supersonic speed directly scraped off the land along the way.

Neither the mechanical arm nor various guns could stop Lu Mingfei's pace.

The Particle Sword and the Wuwei Sword crossed and separated, crossed and separated again, and drew two crossed lightnings from top to bottom in the air.

When the particle light flow was extinguished, the death canister crashed down, and then shattered into countless symmetrical pieces.

Erika sat on her sightseeing chair, watching all this with splendor.

In the past, her biggest hobby was playing fighting games, but the real mech fighting in front of her was much more fun than games.

She really wanted Lu Mingfei to lend her the "Freedom" mech to play with, but she was a good child and knew that she was fighting now, so she couldn't let him be distracted.

Erika decided to wait until the battle was over before making the request. If Lu Mingfei agreed, she would exchange her game console and dolls.

If Lu Mingfei disagrees, then she will go to her brother to act like a baby.

My brother can do anything!

When the first large iron tank of death fell, the large iron tanks behind it also began to fall at an accelerated rate.

Although Chu Zihang and the others couldn't slice the big iron can like Lu Mingfei, with his help and involvement, it was still possible to attack the weak point.

When the last big iron can of death fell down, without the interference of these enhanced big cans, the position of the green skins was also exposed in front of Lu Mingfei.

According to the general tactics, he will behead the green boss at this time.

Greenskins are a standard tyrant system. As long as there is a strong ruler, all greenskins will quickly perform their duties and run the system.

But once the ruler is killed, the greenskin group will immediately fall into chaos until the next tyrant is established.

However, Lu Mingfei does not intend to do so now.

The Greenskin's collapse now is not good for him, it will only lead him into a bitter battle with the Necron Legion.

He still needs the green leather army to help him attract firepower, and the primary goal now is still.

Kill the White King.

(End of this chapter)