Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 349 Word Spirit·Baqi

Zhe Angel's golden pupils burst out with a searchlight-like glare, and the brown hair at the back of his head turned into platinum filaments.

And his body surface also showed obvious dragon characteristics, the white scales extended from his heaven to the bottom, and the empty white robe was also much more substantial.

But the robe behind Angel Zhe was pushed up and down, and finally returned to calm.

He himself noticed this, and his face was slightly gloomy.

It is worthy of being the seal of the relic of the age of mythology, even Yanling Yaqi, who is not inferior to the authority of the ancient times, cannot break through.

However, this is enough.

He didn't even think about relying on dragon wings to win. After being buried in the coffin for so long, it's time to loosen his muscles and bones.

"If you dedicate your armor to me, I will not kill you. How?"

Zhe Angel said.

Lu Mingfei didn't make a sound, but answered him with his fist.

Spark Glory, over limit mode activated, 200% output.

Lu Mingfei grabbed Angel Zhe's calf with his backhand, and pounded his crotch with his empty fist.

Fighting on the battlefield has always used everything to the extreme.

"It's amazing."

Zhe Angel's eyes lit up. Although his Yanling Baqi was not complete, the power of this exoskeleton armor still exceeded his expectations.

Although alchemy technology can also produce similar items, even more powerful.

But alchemy has its limits from the very beginning, while human technology is far from seeing the end.

However, such high-tech products should not be mass-produced, otherwise Banli Tower would not be able to rise.

It's a pity that I can only study it after breaking it.

Zhe Angel's other leg also stood in the air, and then kicked straight, hitting Lu Mingfei's breastplate.

Although the defense of the breastplate was impenetrable, the force of the shock knocked his grasped leg out of control.

Angel Zhe flew out like an Arahant snow swallow, and Lu Mingfei's iron fist also blasted into the air.

He squeezed his fist, rubbed his body and went up again.

Angel Zhe didn't dodge or evade, and rushed forward.

One is the emperor warrior with the ambition of iron, and the other is the immortal angel of the flesh. When they fight with all their strength, what they pass is like ten excavators digging up and being crushed by ten road rollers.

Not to mention the earth-shattering battle in the cave, the Prophet and a few confidantes over there escorted the two Yuanzhinv, preparing to flee to another lair.

There are still three caves in the cunning rabbit. How can Banli Tower, which has been besieged by NATO troops all year round, has only one base camp.

Moreover, this place was originally newly built because it was inconvenient for Zhe Angel to leave, and the defense measures are actually much weaker.

After all, the greatest defense force of the Saint's Mausoleum is the Saint himself.

They were mostly safe as long as they fled to the headquarters of Yusuf al-Shura, on the east side of the Swat Valley.

There are dozens of main battle tanks there. Although they are all old guys from the former Soviet era such as T-54 and T-55, they are basically used to fight the current three-generation main battle tanks. It's more than enough to hit someone.

Moreover, Yusuf still has a large number of armored vehicles and heavy weapons in his hands, which are enough to form an insurmountable firepower network.

As a wise man who survived the internal and external wars, the Prophet always thinks about the worst.

Even if the other party really killed the saint as predicted.

He will also launch a jihad in the name of revenge for the saint, and thus become the highest-ranked leader in Banli Tower.

As for the enemy, he has already thought about it, and it can only be the Americans and their lackeys, the current government of Arahant.

Sitting in the BTR-80 armored personnel carrier, the Prophet closed his eyes and meditated while thinking about how to deal with Yusuf Dashula later.

Although he is the spiritual leader of Banli Tower in the northern part of Arahant, and he has the golden signboard of the saint in his hand, Yusuf has a large army and a high personal prestige after all.

It's fine if the saint is fine, but if he really falls, then the prophet has to think carefully about how to get this great warlord to stand by him.

Damn it, if the other party came a little later and allowed them to recover the lost divine power of the saint, not to mention a few petty thieves, even the NATO garrison would be wiped out.

At that time, they will destroy the family thieves first, and then drive out to establish the church country.

Then use the oracle to order Iran and many neighboring countries of Stan to form the Alliance of Theocracy.

At that time, he will be an inexhaustible hero in re-creating the universe of the divine religion. Even if he can't match the messenger of Allah, but with the support of the saint, it should be no problem to be named a sub-sage prophet.

"Prophet, do we just leave the Holy One and run away?"

Ahmed said with some anxiety.

Although he did many things that violated the doctrine, the more he did this, the more pious he became.

Especially after the saint really came into the world, this piety reached its peak.

"This is the edict of the Holy One. As servants of Allah, we must obey it. Moreover, our strength is like insects compared to the sun and the moon compared to the Holy One. Staying there will only hinder him."

The Prophet opened his eyes and said wearily.

Ahmed has made great contributions and has always been loyal to him. He intends to train him well, so he speaks a little more patiently.

"Yes, I understand."

Ahmed was stunned, and his face became more respectful.

The Prophet smiled gently, and was about to give some words of encouragement, when the vehicle body vibrated violently.

"what happened?"

he asked.

"Prophet, the enemy is catching up from behind."

said the driver.

"Is that silver armored warrior there?"

he asked.

"No, there's only one van."

The captain returned.

"Then kill those heretics."

The prophet said fiercely, no longer wise and indifferent in the past.

"Have you heard the words of the Prophet? Kill those damn heretics!"

The driver roared.

"Yes!"

The crew members responded in unison, and then turned around.

The armored personnel carrier drew ruts on the ground, and on the turret at the front of the vehicle, 14.5mm KPVT machine guns and 7.62mm PKT machine guns sprayed bright flames.

The machine gunner adjusted the angles of the two machine guns, and the bullets of the two specifications shot out patches of dust on the ground, strangling the van's neck like two ribbons of death.

Although these two types of machine guns are far behind the times, they can easily tear apart trucks that don't even have bulletproof glass.

"Want to shoot me? Eat your rockets."

Fingal stood up from the skylight, carrying another black bazooka on his shoulders.

The mass-produced power armor equipment guys are beyond their capabilities, but there are all types of bomb equipment department, and the quantity is sufficient.

He was just about to launch when he suddenly realized something was wrong and quickly let go of his fingers.

The hostage is still in the opposite car.

Yuanzhinv probably won't die, but if Ishihara Yumi is killed by the bomb, Lu Mingfei will definitely hang him up and beat him.

Thinking of the fate of being used as a shooting target, Fingel immediately put down the bazooka in fright.

Then picked up the equipment department custom automatic grenade launcher.

30 rounds are drum-fed, and the precision firepower is super main combat level. The disadvantage is that the recoil is basically not optimized.

Even if you are of a mixed race, you should use a forward leaning posture like riding a motorcycle, otherwise you will be easily injured.

However, after using the Word Spirit Bronze Throne, this little recoil is nothing.

Fingel pressed the automatic grenade launcher to his waist and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

As long as it is not killed, it is also acceptable to be disabled.

After all, they are not vigilantes, but warbands that bring death.

(End of this chapter)