Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 427 Pompeii Is The Prince The Prince Is Pompeii
"Forget it anyway, I don't have a habit of watching a bunch of Sonic Dance."

The primarch refused.

Don't know what to expect, but it's clearly not a good idea to make this strange deity dance.

"That's fine too."

Trunimbula said very well.

"Then I'll take this with me."

His sound wave turned into a twisted arm and grabbed the White King.

Come here, then bring some offerings back.

A divine creature made by mixing the flesh and blood of multiple gods is not a bad collectible.

"My father, that alien is one of the keys to the grand plan."

Lu Mingfei transmitted sound to the original body.

"Ah."

The primarch nodded.

"You can't take that guy away."

He spoke out.

"Then what do you exchange for?"

Trunenbula asked.

"what do you want?"

"Music, beautiful music."

Trunenbula replied.

The Primarch looked at Lu Mingfei, who shook his head.

Although he also learned some vocal music from Sakai Akina, it is far from wonderful.

Moreover, the requirements of this strange god must be very high.

The primarch scratched his head, he couldn't sing or play an instrument.

Trunimbula waited patiently, time was meaningless to him, he could stay here for 1000 or even 1 years.

And he knows that he will get what he wants.

"Is this enough?"

The primarch thought for a while, and finally made up his mind.

He grabbed a ball of red light from his mind and threw it at Trunimbula.

The red light was extremely bright, but it didn't feel bloody or dangerous at all. Instead, it made Lu Mingfei feel warm in his heart.

"My father, is that?"

"That was a folk song that the folks from Planet Shaoshan-[-] sent representatives to sing to me before I set off for the Great Expedition."

The corner of the Primarch's mouth was slightly upturned, and he can still recall the scene at that time.

The little girl who was the lead singer was too nervous and sang a line wrong three times.

In the end, he picked her up and sat on his lap to finish singing.

"I am ashamed."

Lu Mingfei lowered his head in shame.

Having spent thousands of years in the never-ending flames of war, he certainly understands the preciousness of this memory.

That is a treasure that cannot be exchanged for even an Emperor-class warship, because it is the brilliance of humanity.

"Forget it, I've already memorized the lyrics, I'll sing it to myself in the future."

The primarch waved his hand, signaling him not to worry.

Over there, Trunimbula grabbed the red light and stuffed it into his mouth.

All His sound waves trembled, and the grand chorus reverberated in the spiritual world.

These people who participated in the chorus were not professional singers or noble officials, but outstanding workers from all walks of life on Shaoshan-[-] planet.

There are workers, there are farmers, there are government employees, there are deck cleaners, there are cannon loaders, and the little girl is an orphan of martyrs, her parents died in the war against the greenskin invasion.

Their voices are not superior, and the rhythm is not neat, but the emotion in the singing is extremely abundant, and the song itself is also a classic handed down from generation to generation.

"I am very satisfied, and I will present this gift to my Lord, hoping that this will become one of His countless sweet dreams."

The singing stopped, and Tru Nimbula said while shaking his wavy body.

"It's yours now."

He stretched out a tentacle to wrap around King Bai, and the other party couldn't move immediately.

Although the Dragon Clan has a special attack on the Old Ones, this is not the Old Ones, nor is it an ancient god, but a more special existence.

Without the slightest sign, Trunimbula disappeared, presumably returning to the Chaos Royal Court in his mouth.

Seeing Lu Mingfei walking towards him, Bai Wang showed panic.

"Don't come here!"

she yelled.

This is the spiritual world, death is real death, and all the backhands she left behind cannot take effect.

Some long-lived species will be tired of life, and some long-lived species will be more afraid of death, and Bai Wang is the second type.

"Let me go, I can cooperate with you. No, I can be your slave, and I can sign the contract now."

Bai Wang said in a panic.

Lu Mingfei didn't listen to her nonsense at all, and directly inserted his hand into her chest.

"what!"

With a scream, the size of King Bai continued to shrink, and the light in the spiritual world also continued to shrink.

Until she was completely absorbed by Lu Mingfei, the spiritual world completely turned into a dark void.

Only the Primarch still shines brightly, like a beacon to guide the warriors.

"It's time for me to go. Those four guys who have been away for too long are going to make trouble again."

The original body opened the mouth.

These four imprints are the parts that the Old Sage rescued before the battle in heaven became fierce, and they have begun to evolve negatively. Without his suppression, they will definitely not be honest.

"I wait for your return, my father."

Lu Mingfei knelt on one knee and lowered his head deeply.

"Don't always miss me, and don't expect me to come back. I'm gone, but my beliefs are in your genes. Your responsibility is great, come on, son."

The primarch reached out and patted his shoulder with a hand, and a ray of red light silently sank into his body.

That universe is already a big cesspit, and this universe does not seem to be a good place.

Why is the fate of human beings always so ill-fated?

The Primarch sighed, and his figure turned into a twilight and dispersed.

Lu Mingfei also let out a sigh, and then opened his eyes.

"woke up!"

Chu Zihang's spirit was shaken, but his vigilance was also raised to the limit.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god?"

he asked.

"Skull Offering Skull Block."

Lu Mingfei replied immediately.

"Welcome back, brother Lu Mingfei."

Chu Zihang gave him a hug.

Although it is too profane to use the battle cry of Khorne believers as a code word, it is indeed the most effective means to test the authenticity of Lu Mingfei's identity.

All the information about Chaos was tightly blocked by Emperor Weili, and no one else could get it in any way except what he said.

Fortunately, there is no Tribunal in this universe, otherwise the Tribunal of Demons and the Tribunal of Assassins would have listed them as high-risk personnel, even if the Pope of the State Church personally vouched for it.

"How much time has passed?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"32 seconds."

He nodded, and sure enough, the time flow in the spiritual world was different from that in the real world.

"Have you seen him?"

Chu Zihang asked, his face full of curiosity.

"seen."

Lu Mingfei replied.

"What kind of person is he?"

"Very kind, but also a little irritable. Playful like a child, but wise like an old man."

he concluded.

"What a contradictory person."

Chu Zihang laughed.

"Yes, but also more like a person."

Lu Mingfei said.

Every Primarch's personality has some kind of flaw, and it's very distinct.

This may have been a deliberate design by the Emperor to emphasize their humanity, or it may be due to their Warp nature.

After all, the subspace itself is the projection of the thinking and emotions of intelligent creatures, and it has become more and more extreme after the birth of the four gods.

However, the acquired growth environment also has a huge impact on the growth of the original body.

It now appears that their genetic father, at least, will not be as distorted as those traitorous Primarchs.

"What did he say about our work?"

Chu Zihang asked expectantly.

"He said that we did a good job, and he also said that we have a great responsibility and asked us to work hard."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"Living up to the name of the Primarch."

Chu Zihang saluted solemnly.

"The power of the White King?"

"I have already got it. Although it is not as expected, it is enough."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

The two looked at the keel cross, which had become dim at this time.

"Take it to the equipment department and refine it into a sage's stone, don't waste it."

He said.

The more the Dragon King kills, the less it will be, and it will not be easy to get the Philosopher's Stone in the future.

"Yes."

Chu Zihang grabbed the keel cross and walked outside the Xinghuo Pavilion.

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In the monastery on the outskirts of Rome, the green Ferrari once again broke the tranquility here.

Pompeii Gattuso casually walked into the hall with a cigar in his mouth.

The twelve elders in white robes were still sitting on the high chairs, but their expressions looked a little strange.

"Pompeii, what's the matter with you?"

Elder Alpha asked.

This guy usually doesn't bother to come here without urging him repeatedly, but this time he actually came to the door on his own initiative. If something goes wrong, there must be a demon.

"It's nothing, it's just that my son intends to have a long talk with me. But as a loving father, it's not easy for me to tell him too much about the dark side of the world, so I changed the meeting place to here."

Pompeii spread his legs apart, still protruding from the beach shorts with thick leg hair.

After he hung up the phone, he guessed that Caesar was looking for him because of Chen Motong, and then he had a headache.

If Caesar came up and questioned him, that's okay, he can just ignore it, and he has already perfected this nonsense with women.

But if Caesar played the family card and begged him for help, it would be hard for him to refuse.

After all, he is his only heir for so many years, his ambition is his ambition, and after spending so long in human society, he still has a little bit of humanity.

So Pompey decided to hand over this problem to these old guys. Anyway, don’t they always like to preach to him, so let’s also take on the responsibility of educating the next generation.

Then he called Caesar again and told him that he had flown here again.

Anyway, Pompeii's personality is a prodigal son who lives everywhere, and it is normal to travel to several countries in a day.

"you."

His trick of diverting the water to the east made the elders unable to deal with it.

No matter how many resources they have secretly mastered, Gattuso's patriarch is still required to cooperate on the surface, and Caesar is the next patriarch who is sure.

People's emotions are very strange. If you don't meet and quarrel, no matter how fierce the quarrel is, you will calm down after hanging up the phone.

But if you quarrel face to face, it will only get louder and louder, and you can't stop at all.

With Caesar's age and his personality, it would definitely not make sense to talk to him about the overall situation, family, and responsibilities.

Even if he was forced to persuade him, then the beam would be widened.

It's hard to say whether it will be the wrath of the people on the spot. When he becomes the patriarch in the future, they all have to be careful of being unplugged when they enter the cryogenic chamber.

This Pompeii, his own son did not educate himself, so he threw this hot potato over to them. It is really shameless.

The twelve chicken-skinned and white-haired elders glared at Pompeii together, which seemed rather intrusive.

But Pompeii had a calm expression on his face, and even watched a small selfie video on his phone.

Just as the elders were about to discuss how to deal with Caesar, an alarm suddenly sounded in the hall.

"Elder, patriarch, there are UFOs approaching from high altitude."

Patsy appeared in the corner without a sound.

"Plane or helicopter?"

asked Pompey.

"Should be a large aircraft."

Patsy replied.

"He's not going to skydive, is he? As expected of my son, he's really impressive."

Pompey praised.

But immediately, he felt something was wrong again.

This way of airborne without saying hello.
"It's Lu Mingfei!"

cried Pompey.

"What? How dare he raid Gattuso's Senate?!"

Elder Alpha said in shock.

"He even killed the Dragon King, so there's nothing he dared to do. I advise you to give up your illusions and take out all your family assets. Otherwise, the Chen family will end."

Pompeii said coldly.

He didn't know whether Lu Mingfei came for Chen Motong or him.

But no matter which one, with Pompeii hiding his strength, Gattuso, who had not prepared in advance, could not stop him at all.

"Passy, ​​activate the final agreement!"

The elders were not yet old enough to lose their brains, so they ordered immediately.

"Yes!"

Passy faithfully carried out their orders.

When the battle group landed on the ground, what they saw was the fully armed Patsy and the same group of guards behind him.

This is the most elite unit of Gattuso, and it is also the trump card in the hands of the Senate. With this force, the elders can firmly grasp the dominance of the family.

With the technology provided by Lu Mingfei and the alchemy technology captured, the strength of the guards has been further enhanced, enough to subvert a small country.

"Lu Mingfei, what do you intend to do by trespassing on the forbidden area of ​​the Gattuso family with a weapon?"

Percy asked.

Lu Mingfei looked at him, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

He remembered that he should have killed this person.

But considering the background of the dragon clan, it is not surprising that people can be resurrected.

It's a pity that at that time, due to sympathy, he didn't directly cut Paxi into sausages, so he didn't die completely.

Looking at the imitation power armor behind him, Lu Mingfei showed a contemptuous smile.

He had long expected that Gattuso would steal his technology, but the performance of the power armor without ceramic steel was not much better than the carapace armor, and it was also more cumbersome.

"Get out of here immediately, or we will take the necessary measures."

Passy gave an ultimatum.

"I'm here for Pompeo Gattuso."

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth and said.

"The patriarch is not here, and you didn't make an appointment in advance."

Passy said.

Anyway, he is also the patriarch of Gattuso, even Angers can't see it if he wants to.

"I know he's here. Get him out, or I'll tear down this monastery."

he threatened.

"I'm very supportive of that."

Pompeii Gattuso walked out of the monastery, pulling on his slippers.

"Are you Pompey?"

Lu Mingfei looked at him.

Although she has the same blonde hair as the prince, her face shape, figure, and temperament are very different.

But the vigor of needing a beating is exactly the same.

"Anyway, you and Caesar are also classmates, so it's not too much to call me uncle. By the way, he told you my address?"

Pompey squinted his eyes and asked.

Lu Mingfei did not answer this question. If Pompey is the prince, then there is no need to say it. If Pompey is not the prince, then it should not be said.

What he has to do now is to verify Pompey's identity.

The huge spiritual torrent mixed with Lu Mingfei's steely will pressed down on his soul.

Pompeii was caught off guard, and fell to the ground with his eyes darkened.

But before he touched the ground, he supported his body with one hand, and raised his head again, the golden pupil was already burning like a scorching sun.

"You are really capable, Lu Mingfei, you have obtained all the spiritual authority of King Bai."

Pompey spoke unhurriedly, but anyone could hear the jealousy in his heart.

He worked so hard to plan for so long before he got a bone of Bai Wang's hand, but Lu Mingfei, who was cut off halfway, got all his spiritual strength.

If he hadn't also fused part of the White King's power, the car would have overturned just now.

No need to doubt, no need to try again, Pompeii Gattuso is the king of the sky and the wind.

Due to incompatibility, Lu Mingfei did not obtain complete spiritual authority, nor could he use the spirit of speech.

But even with a pure mental impact, there is no hybrid in this world that can resist the joint efforts of him and the White King.

Even twins like Xia Mi and Fenrir couldn't bear it, at least they would faint for a while.

"Should I call you the prince instead, or the king of the sky and the wind, Anemii?"

Lu Mingfei said coldly.

(End of this chapter)