Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

"My turn, draw a card!"

Bai Wang said vigorously.

With the Philosopher's Stone gaining 2 power points per turn, at least one more card can be played per turn, which is obviously a huge advantage.

Therefore, although the original body's luck was not bad, the health value continued to drop, leaving only 15 health points.

And Bai Wang still has 25 points of health left, the gap between the two sides is obvious.

But under such unfavorable circumstances, the Primarch seemed even happier.

"Smile, your smile will last until this round!"

The White King, who was riding on the back of a huge black dragon, took the initiative to provoke.

"Nesharion, destroy this monkey."

she ordered.

The black dragon let out a growl in response to its emperor.

This is the White King's favorite offspring, because it looks the most like the Black King Nidhogg.

And she also likes to fight with it the most, using her claws and teeth to tear out hot flesh from its body.

And Neltharion is also jealous of its creator's creator. In the war between the white king and the black king, it was the first dragon to rush to Nidhogg.

Then, it was torn to shreds.

"Summon Black Dragon: Summon a black dragon with 9 health points, which will cause a single attack with 5 points of damage every round, or a group attack with 3 points of damage. Consumes 4 energy points."

Black and red poisonous fire burned the primarch's body, and the surrounding ground was also spattered into ugly potholes.

"Use the attack card, Word Spirit Junyan."

"Use the attack card, and the word spirit Canglei dominates."

Thunder flames descended at the same time, and the Primarch's HP dropped further, leaving only 4 points.

"My turn is over."

Bai Wang said refreshedly.

Even if a single attack card is not drawn in the next round, Neltharion's attack is enough to reset the opponent's HP to zero.

Even if the opponent kills Neltharion this round, it will only delay his death.

"Brilliant, wonderful."

The Primarch applauded the White King against the flames.

I didn't expect this alien to be quite smart. It was the first time I came into contact with this game to be able to match such a deck, even if it was placed in the 40K universe, it would not be bad.

Unfortunately, it was Robert Guilliman who played this game with him.

"You played well, but if you want to beat me, you are still 2 years too early."

The original body wiped it casually, and the flames and thunder disappeared without a trace.

"My turn, draw a card!"

Five cards fell into his hand, and the Primarch smiled mysteriously.

"I wanted to give you the hope of making a comeback, but unfortunately your luck is really bad."

he said proudly.

"Use skill cards, Gestalt thinking."

A gigantic machine fell from the sky, and from it protruded countless tubes and inserted them into the back of the primarch's head.

"Honestly, I've always felt that Perturabo's aesthetic was poor."

He complained to Lu Mingfei.

"Does he still hang metal parts on himself as much as he used to?"

asked the Primarch.

"I'm sorry my father, Perturabo, the Primarch of the Fourth Legion, has defected to Chaos."

Lu Mingfei hesitated for a moment, but finally told the truth.

The Primarch was silent for a long time, until the AI ​​referee started the countdown.

"Really? Who else is rebelling together?"

he asked seemingly calmly.

"And Magnus, Primarch of the Thousand Sons, Fulgrim, Primarch of the Emperor's Children, Curze, Primarch of the Night Lords, Angron, Primarch of the World Eaters, Primarch of the Death Guard Mortarion, Primarch Lorgar of the Word Bearers, Alpharius and Omega, Primarchs of Alpha, and Primarch Horus of the Luna Wolves."

Lu Mingfei narrated the names of those great rebels one by one.

"Horus?! How could he rebel?"

The Primarch was extremely puzzled.

Some of these brothers he had long thought that there would be problems, and some were in between, but only Horus, whoever rebelled, he should not rebel.

He is the commander-in-chief appointed by the emperor, the most beloved son, and his ability and character are very outstanding.

Even the Primarch himself, although not affectionate to this elder brother, is still very respectful.

"As far as I know, the Primarch of the Shadow Moon Wolf should have fallen into a trap."

Lu Mingfei said.

Horus was stabbed with the Blade of Nurgle by Eugene Tamba, blessed by Chaos, on Devon, and then healed by the native priests of Devon at the suggestion of the great traitor Erebus.

But in reality those priests were followers of Chaos, who suppressed Horus' consciousness with ancient Chaos rituals, and fabricated a series of lies to shake his loyalty to the Emperor.

In the eyes of many, Horus' rebellion was motivated by the Emperor's displeasure at trying to keep mortals in power.

But Lu Mingfei believed that Horus was already dead when he was subjected to the chaos ceremony, and the later traitor Horus was just a soul fragment transformed by the four gods.

"Erebus. Which legion does he belong to?"

asked the Primarch.

"He is head priest of the Word Bearers Legion."

Lu Mingfei replied.

"Word Bearers, hum!"

The Primarch snorted coldly.

He knew that Lorgar couldn't bring out any good things.

If one of the brothers must turn traitor, it must be Lorgar Aurelion.

That mad believer whose mind is full of incense, puts aside the great cause of the Great Expedition and does not advance, thinking about building his holy city every day.

If it wasn't for Sanguinius' persuasion, he would have brought the Eleventh Legion to burn his pile of "Holy Words".

"Is he dead?"

asked the Primarch.

"I'm sorry, my father, I can't wait."

Lu Mingfei replied with some embarrassment.

Not only is Erebus alive and well, according to information he received from the Wandering Warband, he is still competing with Lorgar's adoptive father, Cole Pharron, for the actual control of the Word Bearers Legion.

"Forget it, it's not your problem."

The primarch sighed.

His brothers would mutiny, and the Emperor himself would bear part of the blame.

The Emperor was even less talented than many mortals when it came to being a father.

But the Primarch cannot be too demanding, because the Emperor is only a human being, and a human being will have his own shortcomings.

"So be it."

The primarch shook his head, not wanting to know more.

He has completely merged with the lectern, and even if the final plan is successful, his soul will be split into pieces and merged into the core of the newly born god, and there is no chance to see those brothers again.

Be it betrayal or loyalty.

"Yes, my father."

Lu Mingfei said sadly that he can fully understand the mood of the father of genes, but he can't do anything about it.

"Continue to duel."

The Primarch said to the AI ​​referee.

The game continued, and three cards flew into the Primarch's hand.

"Gestalt thinking: Consume 3 life points to draw 3 cards. Consume 1 energy point."

"Use skill card, stasis force field."

The Primarch said expressionlessly.

A golden card flew out, turning into a miniature stasis stance to cover the original body's health.

"Static Force Field: It can be used when the health value is 1 point, and the player's health value is fixed at 1 point in the current round. Consumes 2 energy points."

Looking at the frozen health bar, King Bai suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Use the skill card, the potential explodes."

Brilliant white light emanated from the Primarch's facial features, giving him the appearance of a psyker whose psychic powers were out of control.

"Potential Explosion: Consume 3 points of life, get 3 points of energy."

"Using the skill card, the memory reappears."

One after another, the used cards flew out of the card grave, suspended in front of the Primarch.

He chose one of them, and smiled coldly at King Bai.

"Shouldn't it be."

A drop of cold sweat dripped from Bai Wang's forehead.

"Use the skill card, the potential explodes."

The psychic light bloomed again, and the energy point indicator next to the Primarch changed to 6 bars.

"really."

King Bai sighed in his heart.

"Use the skill card to reproduce yesterday."

"Use the skill card, the potential explodes."

The same scenario happened again, and the Primarch's energy point reached 9 o'clock.

"Use skill cards, miniature nuclear fusion devices."

It is said to be miniature, but in fact it is about half the height of a person. After all, it is a nuclear fusion device. Whether it is ignition, heat dissipation, or energy transmission, it needs a lot of structural support.

This is a treasure dug out by the No.11 Legion from a golden age colonial planet. Although the technology is not the technology of the golden age, but a damaged imitation of the STC template, its performance still surpasses similar products of the Mechanicus.

"Miniature nuclear fusion device: double the current energy points."

The eighteen grids of energy points are full, and the energy indicator is almost overflowing.

"Alien, your destiny is to be defeated."

The primarch laughed.

"Use the skill card, soul retrieval."

Three cards were picked from the draw pile and fell into the Primarch's hand.

"Use the skill card, machine soul riot."

"Machine Soul Riot: All hot weapon attacks cause 2 additional damage, but there is a 2% chance of self-explosion, causing 2 damage to the player. Consumes [-] energy points."

The machine soul appeasement ceremony of the Mechanic God resounded in the dark, but the sound was chaotic, and the binary language was out of order.

"Use attack card, plasma shot."

The plasma pistol with a skull-shaped muzzle opened fire brazenly. The plasma was accelerated by the linear velocity accelerator, and then expanded after leaving the gun muzzle, turning into a mass of solar flares, hitting the White King's face.

"what!"

She let out a scream.

Although the damage of the attack was weakened, the effect was real, and she completely experienced the pain of being dissolved by the plasma.

The fired plasma pistol gave off an unstable light, and high-temperature steam was discharged from the radiator without warning, followed by a loud explosion.

After the explosion, the Primarch who regained his stature spewed out a puff of black smoke, but his HP was still a solid 1 point.

"Use attack card, melta spray."

Meltaguns, much larger than plasma pistols, appear in the air, but contrary to size, melta guns are far more popular among soldiers than plasma weapons.

Because the melta gun is very stable, even if the machine spirit is unhappy, it will only be unusable, instead of directly self-destructing.

It's a pity that today's machine souls are all rioting.

The melta shot a sticky ball of fire that burned the White King to ashes, but turned itself into a sea of ​​flames that engulfed the Primarch.

"Use the attack card, and fire the heavy bomber."

A heavy bolter machine gun appeared in front of the Primarch, he held it with one hand, and pulled the trigger.

The heavy bomb that was half the size of a fist turned into a death storm, smashing Bai Wang into pieces in an instant.

"Use the attack card, the battleship salvo."

Phantoms of huge warships appeared in the sky, and the shadows covered the entire land of the spiritual world.

"That's the flagship of the Legion, the Buzhou Mountain."

The Primarch pointed to the largest battleship and said.

The Queen of Glory class battleship is the most powerful and advanced warship built by the Empire during the Great Crusade. This kind of battleship has an incredible array of weapons and can make the entire fleet or a planet give up resistance with a single ship.
Every Queen of Glory class battleship is a colossal beast, except for the Furious Abyss class, the other warships are stunted babies compared to them.

Therefore, the Queen of Glory class warships are the flagships of their respective legions, and only the Primarch is qualified to be the master of these behemoths.

"My father, then."

Lu Mingfei stopped talking.

"Sorry, it has been destroyed by me."

The primarch sighed.

The roar of the Chaos Gods swept across the entire galaxy, and all the fleets accompanying him were affected.

Even he couldn't completely remove the pollution of the warships from chaos. To be on the safe side, he could only destroy all the warships, and Bu Zhou Shan was naturally among them.

"Let you see what the anger of the Buzhou Mountain looks like."

"game over."

The original body pressed down with one palm.

Endless artillery fire fell from the sky, light spears, macro artillery, missiles, torpedoes, and various assault boats, carrier-based aircraft, and Thunderhawks swooped down, turning the entire spiritual world into a sea of ​​light and fire.

And the white king's health indicator was also cleared by the firepower beyond the imagination of the native creatures, and then shattered.

"The duel is over, Black wins, and the winner takes all."

The ruthless voice of the AI ​​referee pierced through the din of artillery fire and resounded throughout the world.

"No, I'm the only winner."

Feeling the backlash from the soul, Bai Wang shouted.

She opened her mouth, and a flute with mucus was spit out.

"You forced me."

Bai Wang's face twisted.

She also doesn't know what blowing this flute will bring, it may be a reward or it may be destruction.

But if something is not done, she will die now.

"Ok?"

The Primarch frowned, and a huge fist fell from the sky, hitting the White King.

But notes floated out of the holes of the flute, blocking his fist above his head.

King Bai blew his flute, but there was no sound.

Because those sound waves gathered together, and then turned into a distorted human form.

"Tru'Nembra!"

She couldn't help saying his name, even though she had never known this god before.

The sound wave on Trunimbula's face trembled, as if he was observing the summoner.

After a while, he looked away.

The flesh and blood creations of the old rulers and ancient gods may be good nourishment for those inferior gods, but they are worthless to him.

Because he is the dancer of the god of blindness and ignorance, his mission is to play music for the head of the demon god, and to find those who are qualified to perform music in the Chaos King's Court.

And the creature in front of him has no musical talent, its soul is worthless.

There are two more.

He looked at the Primarch and Lu Mingfei, but found that he could not see through their souls.

One was enveloped by pure white light, and the other was enveloped by icy golden flames.

"interesting."

Trunimbula sent his thoughts.

"Play music for me, and you will be rewarded accordingly."

"Why don't you show me a dance, I don't mind giving you a few rewards."

The Primarch first released a psychic shield to cover Lu Mingfei, and then pointed at Trunimbula.

"can."

Trunimbula shook his ripples and readily agreed. (end of this chapter)