Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 347

"What happened?!"

The Prophet was furious.

The old face was contorted with shock, and Ahmed noticed that there seemed to be scale-like patterns on his face, extending from his forehead to his neck.

"Prophet, there are enemies breaking in!"

Guard Captain Goulz went and returned.

"How many people? What's the origin?"

asked the prophet urgently.

"Three people, unknown origin, one of them is wearing silver armor."

he quickly replied
Hearing the last sentence, the Prophet's vision went dark, and he didn't know whether it was because his speech spirit was too exhausted or his mind was lost.

"prophet!"

There was chaos inside the chapel, and even more chaos outside the chapel.

The three of Lu Mingfei formed a forward formation, and it was Fingel who rushed to the front.

He is also wearing a thickened carapace, coupled with the already opened Yanling Bronze Throne, it is basically a humanoid tank.

"Try this, bearded bastards."

Fingel laughed maniacally, holding a heavy machine gun in each hand, and the ammunition chains crossed across his chest like two ribbons.

Hurricane bullets swept through the fortifications outside the base like a sandstorm in the Gobi. Even the reinforced concrete walls could not resist the erosion of 12.7mm armor-piercing tungsten-core bullets.

This was not used to deal with this group of backward armed religious elements. Its opponents were those pure-blooded dragons whose scales were harder than alloys.

Lu Mingfei followed Finger, and from time to time helped him shoot those heavy shooters with his assault rifle.

And Wuyue dragged at the end, the automatic grenade launcher in his hand continuously fired blue grenades, blasting the opposite fortification into sparks.

With unconventional physical fitness and weaponry, the three of them completely suppressed nearly a hundred militants.

"Tell Yuan Zhinv that we are here."

Lu Mingfei said suddenly.

"okay."

Fingel responded, then put down the heavy machine gun and took off the rocket launcher behind him.

Lu Mingfei took a few steps and stood in front of him.

"Try this, bearded ones, it's a lot tougher than the kind you like to use."

Fingel grinned, and pressed the launch button.

For some reason, he seems to hate Ben Lita very much.

The rocket bomb painted pure black flew out, and a half-decayed world tree was painted on the bomb body.

Only products that are recognized as excellent are eligible to be tattooed with the school badge of Kassel, and this is Kurt Janke's latest masterpiece, the No. [-] bomber.

The rockets passed through the wall of bullets and hit the half-buried fortress.

The strong light beyond the range of the human eye filled the world, and the flames that were as pure as a nova burst instantly knocked off the steel fortress that could withstand heavy machine guns.

Not to mention the flesh and blood, the blood and flesh were smashed and splashed by the shock wave and then evaporated by the high temperature. Some large bones were not burned to ashes, but they were also torn into thumb-long bone fragments.

The mountain behind the fortifications was also shaken, the rocks were shaken off by the aftermath of the rockets, and cracks appeared on the mountain wall.

"The warlord is here."

Feeling the shaking under her feet, Yuan Zhinv said.

"Miss Yumi, get ready to go out with me."

He said to Satomi Ishihara.

"Where do you want to go?"

Just as Yuan Zhinv was about to open the keel state and break free from the chains on her body, an indifferent voice sounded from the back of his head.

Opposite Yuan Zhinv, Ishihara Satomi had a ghostly expression on her face.

He turned his head calmly, and a young man in a white robe was looking at him with interest.

The young man's white robe is embroidered with sacred scriptures with gold thread, but the arrangement is patchwork, and the combination is a variety of dragon-shaped patterns.

Just this kind of ingenious embroidery is enough to be treasured in a museum.

And the youth's eyes are full of vicissitudes honed by time, just like those ancient objects displayed in the museum.

With just one glance, she can confirm that the person in front of her must be a pure-blooded dragon.

The state of the keel broke out at full strength, and the chain that was enough to lock an Asian elephant in heat was instantly broken, and the broken bronze ring shot at the white-robed youth.

"The keel is worthy of the blood of the White Emperor."

While admiring, he slapped aside the bronze ring that was faster than a bullet.

The face of Yuan Zhinv who had already rushed out of the cage sank. It wasn't that he hadn't thought about taking the opportunity to attack, but his intuition strongly warned him to stay away from this pure-blooded dragon.

This sense of oppression was even stronger than that of Norton who had just awakened.

What the hell is this guy?

"Who are you guessing I am?"

The young man saw through his mind.

"An existence like you is naturally not an unknown person."

The childish girl replied politely.

"Very polite young man, and good-looking. I've changed my mind. Be my ambassador."

The young man smiled slightly.

Compared with those dirty and rude believers, the white-king hybrid in front of him is more in his mind.

Anyway, he didn't intend to kill Yuan Zhinv, he just took blood every day.

"I haven't had the pleasure of knowing your name yet."

Yuan Zhinv did not answer the youth's question.

"My real name has long been abandoned. In the history of mankind, I have been called many times. The last one is Jebrey."

The young man said in disbelief.

Yuan Zhinv's pupils shrank. Ever since he knew that the dragon race was hidden in the history of human mythology, he had made up for it.

And Jebreylai (hereinafter referred to as Angel Zhe) is one of the four angels under Allah, the angel who preaches the oracle to all living beings.

According to commentators, he was sent by Allah to the Hira cave on the outskirts of Mecca to convey oracles to the Most Holy Prophet in hermitage, making him "commissioned to be holy" and revealing some verses of the Koran to him.

"Looks like you know me."

The young man was a little surprised.

His records are pitifully scarce, and not many believers even know of his existence.

"Know the enemy and know yourself, and you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles."

Yuanzhinv answered his question with a Chinese proverb.

And the conversation between the two of them just now has been in Chinese.

"I'm not interested in being an enemy of mankind, and it's not me who wants to destroy you."

Angel Zhe shook his head.

"Then why do you want to kidnap humans?"

Yuan Zhinv questioned.

"Because I want to heal my wounds, and the flesh and blood of the mixed race is the best supplement."

Angel Zhe said frankly.

"Then why didn't you eat both of us?"

he asked again.

"The blood of the White King is too rare to come by. It's too wasteful to eat it at once. It's better to raise it and drink blood."

Zhe Angel has nothing to hide.

"Sure enough, people who are not of my race must have a different heart."

Yuanzhinv's delicate eyes gradually overflowed with murderous intent.

Just like in the histories described by the Chapter Master, these aliens treat humans as livestock that can be slaughtered at will.

"It has nothing to do with race. It's just that the superiors kill the inferiors. Similar things are not uncommon in your own history."

Angel Zhe shook his head.

Yuan Zhinv hesitated when she heard the words. Indeed, in Japanese history, there were cruel nobles who believed that children's hearts and livers could cure diseases, so they brought their youngest sons to drink.

"Humans and dragons are both cruel in nature, but you didn't attribute the mighty power to yourself, and you can form checks and balances with each other, so you developed morality and law."

Angel Zhe taught patiently.

"What are the morals and laws of the Dragon Clan?"

Yuan Zhinv also asked cooperatively.

"That's a good question."

Angel Zhe looked at him with a little more appreciation.

He was about to answer when the cell shook again.

Explosions, closer.

(End of this chapter)