Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 387: Black Death, the Great Unclean One

Herzog didn't know that after it put on this dark masterpiece created by Vashtor and became one with it, when it used the power of the dragon clan, the Master of the Forge and the Lord of Change would be able to steal the knowledge of the Great Library through the "back door" left in the armor.

There are no free gifts in chaos.

If Herzog knew this now... then he might hope to gain more and more powerful power from it...

So that it can destroy this damn despicable cyborg in front of it who dares to compete with it!

Again!
Herzog let out a burning breath from under his dark visor, and watched with gritted teeth as six gushing golden flames lifted the figure up into the sky, followed by a swooping down like a meteor. Then, the high-speed combined attack composed of wings and sword blades enveloped it like a torrential rain, leaving deeper and deeper golden gouges on the surface of the dark armor.

The attack of the shining armored angel and its wings integrated into one is as swift, complex, shining, smooth and dazzling as a dance. This is an extraordinary martial art that belongs only to him.

Herzog had no time to appreciate these things: it was unwilling to be a piece of meat on the chopping block and be slaughtered by the opponent. It used a rough fighting method of exchanging injuries for injuries to fight with Lu Mingfei, intending to use the self-healing ability of the armor that was integrated with itself to destroy the opponent's armor first;

As long as he loses the protection of the armor, Lu Mingfei's combat effectiveness will definitely be greatly reduced; in this way, he can pull out the fragile body inside, tear it apart, and devour it.

But what it didn't expect was that Lu Mingfei's armor actually had a strange recovery ability - the armor fragments and parts that were cut and torn by its sharp claws and dark blade flew out and melted into a hot liquid in mid-air before they even hit the ground. Under the invisible traction force, they flew back and re-formed into part of the armor.

Damn it! It's going to lose the battle.

Such a terrible thought suddenly popped up in Herzog's mind.

No, no, no. It had worked so hard to obtain this great power that was even superior to that of dragons. It had not yet tasted the feeling of ruling the world. How could it be defeated like this?
It swung the dark blade furiously, as if to chop Lu Mingfei into pieces while also shattering this thought; but Lu Mingfei never fell into a disadvantage. He was like a golden thunder, continuously bombarding the dark peak from various angles until it was crushed into ashes.

"Although you are wearing armor, the cowardly human heart is still in you, Doctor. After all, you are not a complete Dragon King, nor a true warrior."

The light words seeped into Herzog's ears, which made him even more crazy; he wanted to mobilize the power of Blood Red in his body to gain benefits in close combat, but Blood Red was resisting his control;

This forced it to mobilize the power of joy with all its strength - a pink symbol emitting seductive light lit up in the center of the breastplate that was almost covered by the golden gouges. Herzog's agility and speed were greatly improved, and he began to be able to dodge and counterattack in Lu Mingfei's fierce attack.

But its joy did not last long: the totem symbol representing the Lord of Joy suddenly flickered rapidly, as if forcibly disturbed by some force;

Herzog heard a loud laugh coming from the bottom of the well, and a symbol composed of three corrupt green circles lit up in the center of his breastplate. The power of life and plague in his body was rapidly expanding. It was the owner of that laughter who gave him new power.

"Destroy, heretic!"

The laughter was replaced by roars, and the huge figure that had not yet fully appeared in the field of vision was shattered by the blazing gold; Herzog realized that in the process of alternating between the two unbalanced forces in the body, it revealed a fatal flaw - it was no longer sensitive, and even became a little dull.

Lu Mingfei seized the opportunity accurately, swooped down with violent energy gushing out of his wings, and chopped down Herzog on the head with the huge sword burning with golden flames.

The sword of execution!
Herzog panicked and blocked the claws in front of himself, but Lu Mingfei locked onto its right shoulder.

The Sword of Revelation cut through the gap in the thick shoulder armor as accurately as a scalpel, and the sticky black blood was instantly burned by the holy flame on the sword and turned into filthy steam that spurted out.

Herzog screamed in pain, his left hand claws instinctively grasped the dangerous giant sword, and tried his best to push the dangerous giant sword that had already cut into his neck away from his body. If he didn't stop it, Lu Mingfei would definitely cut him in two with this sword;
At the same time, it wanted to swing the pitch-black blade to force back, or even to attack Lu Mingfei with his life, but it couldn't do it. The arm holding the pitch-black blade drooped limply on the ground - this giant sword not only cut off its control over its right arm physically, but also from all angles.

Lu Mingfei roared like thunder, and he was also trying his best: he sensed that powerful subspace energy was emerging from the bottom of the well under his feet, and it had an ominous connection with the heretic in front of him; he would not let Herzog continue to change, and he had to destroy it before that!
"For the Emperor!!!"

The double-wing nozzles gushed out blazing light and roaring, like the propulsion nozzles of a rocket, and together with the roaring Lu Mingfei, they cut the Sword of Revelation into the heretic's body inch by inch.

“No no no no no… No!”

Herzog let out a desperate scream. His power was no longer able to stop Lu Mingfei. The Sword of Revelation cut off his claws along with his body, and then tore his upper body apart without any hindrance. As his three hearts were precisely destroyed, life and strength rapidly drained from Herzog's body. Even the dark masterpiece created by the Lord of Forge and the corrupt life force of the Lord of Plague could not stop it.

"Heretic, turn to ashes!!!"

Lu Mingfei roared as he pulled the Sword of Revelation out of Herzog's body, bringing out a large amount of foul steam and sticky black blood that had not yet evaporated. Then he thrust the sword out again like lightning, piercing through the symbol composed of three rotten green circles in the center of its breastplate, nailing it to the ground;
Herzog's scream of pain did not last long. The six nozzles of the gun wings behind Lu Mingfei all turned forward and moved forward. The golden flames of faith gushed out and completely engulfed it.

About a minute later, the golden flames of the spear wings stopped gushing out. Lu Mingfei panted heavily and pulled out the Sword of Revelation from the half-melted black charcoal under his feet. Dozens of lights flashed again, and the charcoal was chopped into pieces on the ground.

Lu Mingfei really wanted to burn this heretic to ashes, but he still needed to preserve the remaining holy energy because the battle was not over yet.

Next it’s time to support our brothers at the bottom of the well.

The gun wing nozzle turned upward, and a salvo of faith power light bullets blasted through the gray fog energy shrouding the wellhead. The hunter gunboat formation hovering in the sky and the fourth and fifth companies that came to support were finally no longer isolated by the gray fog and were able to enter the well.

Lu Mingfei dragged the Sword of Revelation and ran at high speed, cutting a huge gap in the floor covered with blasphemous runes under his feet in the most direct way. When the separated fragments of the floor fell to reveal the abnormal space below, the laughter that had faintly echoed in his ears before was instantly amplified hundreds of times and became extremely harsh.

At the same time, there was an indescribable stench. Even the armor's filtration system and the body's immune protection system could not completely isolate it. It seemed to reach deep into the soul.

……

To summon demons from the Warp to descend upon the mortal world, one usually needs to perform various blasphemous rituals and bloody sacrifices. The corresponding rituals and sacrifices for demons under the command of different evil gods are also different.

But the large-scale subspace mechanical device built by Vashtor on the bottom floor of the control center tower directly skipped the ceremony and sacrifice, and attracted the demons wandering in the subspace by simulating special signals.

Perhaps it was because Vashtor's data branch did not have enough knowledge, or perhaps it was for some other reason, the subspace "claw machine" he created always attracted some inconspicuous little demons.

After all, Vashtor himself does not need such useless machines. His reputation alone can attract countless powerful demons to sign contracts and willingly accept transformation and serve him.

However, at this time, this device finally attracted the attention of the powerful will in the subspace.

The turbid and changeable subspace energy lake at the bottom of the well was suddenly stained with a layer of blasphemous and corrupt green, just like a wound that was rapidly festering and festering due to neglected treatment; then there was a burst of laughter, which was so "infectious" that if ordinary people heard this laughter, they would only strongly associate it with the pain of being plagued by diseases such as fever, toothache, stomachache, etc.

"Seven! Seven! Seven! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven!"

The owner of the laughter sang a weird ballad, and a swollen, huge gray-green hand stretched out from the sickly green lake, with seven fingers studded with dark yellow nails that were extremely poisonous; a giant's fat head emerged from the lake, it was so disgusting and ugly, and it became the most disgusting as more of the rotten flesh as huge as a mountain appeared;
Even the transformed warriors of the Sword of Revelation Legion felt a strong sense of discomfort when they witnessed the appearance of this creature. The chief alchemist's scream, "Wow! I don't want to see it!" was heard from the "Road of Faith" that was responsible for connecting everyone's communications.

Along with the appearance of this demon was a strong stench, and corrupt green clouds and countless twisted mosquitoes and flies poured out. Various invisible pathogens spread rapidly through the air. The Astartes warriors' armor filtration systems, the body's immune and antivirus systems, and the furnace of faith operated at full power to dispel these adverse effects.

Big demon! There is no doubt that this is the big demon under the command of the evil god who controls the plague!
It finally squeezed out of the subspace lake, or the subspace portal, which was a little too small for its size, and set foot in another world that it did not know.

It laughed loudly, striking a rusty green brass bell with its hands while waving to these fresh mortal toys it saw for the first time in a friendly greeting. Under its yellow teeth were countless maggots entangled together like an ocean:

"The Black Death is coming! I am here to guide you, to save you from the wrong path you have taken, and to bring you into the garden of the loving Father to gain eternity!"

But no one can understand its Gothic language. Even if they do, all the Astartes of the Sword of Revelation will be just like the warriors in another universe who fight for humanity and the Emperor.

The only response was the bolter in his hand.