Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 394 Son of the Siren
The rainy season in San Lucas Bay always brings a salty, fishy smell to the air, but lately there’s a fear spreading through the city that’s even stickier than the rain.

The strange legend about the "Son of the Siren" began two months ago. Since then, the local police have continued to receive reports of missing persons. Unlike other cities in Mexico, as one of the most famous and unique resorts in the world, the Mexican government invests a lot of money and police force in Santa Luzca every year to ensure the safety of tourists.

The police were so busy with the disappearances that two days later, the first body of a missing person was washed up on the beach. The body was mutilated and swollen, as if it had been torn by a wild animal, but the corner of the dead person's mouth was frozen with a smile like a sleeping baby.

The forensic report shocked the police: there was no seawater in the victim's lungs, and he did not drown. It seemed more like he suffocated on land and was thrown into the sea.

The second and third bodies followed closely behind... and as new reports of disappearances emerged, more and more victims were washed out of the sea, and without exception, they all had a deep sleepy smile on their faces.

Until the only survivor helped the police to solve the mystery. She was found fainted at the end of the breakwater in the early morning. Her expression was stiff and her cochleas in both ears were severely hemorrhaged. After being revived by emergency treatment, she kept mumbling incoherently: "I want to go back... I want to go back to the place where he sang... I want to go to his palace!"

The police immediately blocked off the deserted beach and conducted a large search, but found nothing. As a last resort, the police decided to send personnel to secretly monitor and guard the area in an attempt to catch the "psychedelic killer", but the next day the police officers on duty also disappeared. The recorder recorded that they left the recorder and walked into the dark beach like zombies. There was no so-called singing in the sound channel, only the shrill scream of the sea breeze.

Their mutilated bodies were discovered the next day. The murderer even used their blood and organs to paint a bloody and strange unknown magic circle in the corner.

Because the incident became increasingly bizarre and might involve the occult, the police did not dare to disclose the true information to the public. The tragic death of their colleague also made the entire police station panic, and they even cancelled the surveillance on the beach.

But tonight, there were two more police cars with warning lights flashing on the beach behind the cordon.

Kassel College began to intervene.

Based on the basic premise that "all mystical events are related to dragons", Kassel Academy has no doubt that the "Son of the Siren" is a high-risk hybrid possessing some kind of mind-controlling power. The dragon's bloodthirsty genes are about to turn him into a deadpool who only knows how to kill, and he must be captured or even eliminated on the spot.

"It's a bit chilly at night."

The two beams of pale light from the police car's headlights could not pierce the thick darkness on the beach. The salty sea breeze, carrying a bone-chilling chill, penetrated into Fiona's collar. Fiona could not help but wrap herself tightly in the black windbreaker issued by the Executive Department.

"You can get in the car and rest for a while." Her partner Connie was holding an infrared thermal imaging telescope, monitoring and guarding against any abnormalities that might occur on the beach.

"Forget it. The minister is probably keeping an eye on this place." Fiona shrugged and looked at another police car. The two police officers there were also colleagues from the executive department in disguise, and both were women.

"To hunt down this A+ or even S-level dangerous target, only four of us girls were dispatched? Where are the men in the executive department?"

"Most of them were sent to the biochemical laboratory by the minister for transformation, and they haven't come out yet." Connie said.

"Haha." Fiona laughed dryly. "Fortunately, the laboratory only accepts men and not women. Otherwise, with your A-level bloodline and combat spirit, you would have been sent in by the director anyway."

"Just do your job first, ladies. Check your guns. The target may appear at any time."

A cold middle-aged male voice suddenly sounded in the Bluetooth headset, and Fiona's face turned serious. The car door opened, and the heavy guns and magazines curled up on the seats glowed coldly like reptile scales in the dim light.

This batch of weapons is a new type of alchemical equipment recently issued by the executive department. According to convention, such dangerous things should be supplied to the Anti-Dragon Special Attack Section of the executive department first. She had not expected that it could be distributed to the hands of A-level specialists.

When her palm brushed against the composite alchemical ceramic barrel of the gun, the alchemical matrix lit up with a faint blue light. Fiona could feel her blood vessels under her skin getting slightly hot, as if the weak dragon blood factor in her body resonated with it.
The Frigga anesthetic bullets that were once standard equipment for the Executive Department have become a thing of the past. The heavy magazine of this gun is filled with alchemical bullets that are as thick as an adult's thumb.

Looking at these brass bullets of amazing caliber, Fiona could always clearly recall the scene of herself holding them and blowing up the head of a simulated gel dummy during a live-fire shooting exercise, just like a ripe pumpkin being blown up; it was hard to imagine how bloody the scene would be when it hit a living human being.

Fiona felt a sudden chill. The executive department of the so-called violent organization had now become truly violent.

"The weapon is in normal condition and can be put into firing state at any time."

"Received. Continue monitoring the scene."

On the second floor of the library at the headquarters of Kassel College, the blue light of the executive department's central control room danced on Schneider's freshman face.

He no longer needed to push an oxygen tank cart, and his voice no longer sounded like a broken bellows. Thanks to Tofinger, his failing respiratory tract was replaced by a brand new bio-alchemical respiratory system, and even the half of his face that was disfigured by the extreme cold was restored to a smooth and flat state.

Although the ventilation system in the control room was functioning normally, Schneider could still smell a faint scent of metal, gunpowder and engine oil. He could not help but glance at the giant beside him, who was wearing golden-red steel armor. The giant stood with his arms folded in armor like a medieval knight, and his gaze behind the visor was fixed on the giant screen in the center of the control room.

Because the "Sons of the Siren" used the police's bodies to paint an evil magic circle, following the statement that "all mystical events are related to the dragon clan", the Sword of Revelation Legion also suspected that this matter might be related to the "devil", so they sent people to assist the Executive Department in the capture (elimination) operation.

However, the command of these super soldiers was not in Schneider's hands - he had anticipated this when he packed up most of the elite male specialists of the executive department (on the premise of following their personal wishes) and sent them to Lu Mingfei's legion.

This move was seen as a naked act of taking sides by some mixed-race families who were dissatisfied with Lu Mingfei's "power seizure", but Schneider did not care. He knew that Lu Mingfei and the being he followed would sooner or later complete the centralized and unified integration of the entire mixed-race race and even the entire human society. There was no need to let the executive department become a weapon and victim of the struggle between the mixed-race families.

"Next time I'll spray my armor with your favorite cologne, Minister Schneider." The giant warrior suddenly spoke, and the voice coming from the grille of the helmet was teasing.

"Ahem... that's not what I meant," Schneider said, a little embarrassed, his Adam's apple sliding up and down. "Have the soldiers assisting us arrived? I haven't received their coordinates."

"They are already in place and can provide support at any time." The soldier simply replied without revealing any more information to Schneider.

"Okay, I'm relieved." Schneider breathed a sigh of relief. With the help of such a superhuman warrior, he believed that no matter how difficult or dangerous the target was, it would be no problem. What he had to do now was to ensure the safety of the specialists on the scene.

"Ladies, please pay attention to the sounds you hear next. According to the information we have so far, the target word spirit you are tracking is suspected to be the 'Siren Song' with serial number 75, and its bloodline originates from the ocean and the king of water."

"This word spirit will release sound waves of a special frequency and weave them into a melody, which will be amplified by human hearing but cannot be captured by electronic devices. You are hybrids and have a certain resistance to this kind of mind-controlling word spirit. Once you hear a special suspicious melody similar to singing, please immediately respond to any visual response we have. We will remotely activate the dragon text fragment pre-recorded in your headphones to reduce the impact of the melody on you."

"……clear."

The sound on the other end of the communication channel was intermittent, as if it was interfered with.

"Keep monitoring and be careful."

Schneider hung up the call. Before he could sigh that the complete Word Spirit Periodic Table greatly enhanced the intelligence analysis work of the Executive Department, he heard the soldier next to him whisper:

"wrong."

……

The first person to hear the melody was Connie, who had the highest bloodline in this operation and should have the strongest resistance.

But the sound just seeped into her ears. At first she thought she had tinnitus due to the howling of the sea breeze all night. She shook her head slightly, and it seemed as if a string of arpeggios came out of her ears, G major mixed with E flat minor, forming a special melody.

The asphalt road beneath her feet suddenly softened, and the sound began to take shape. Connie couldn't help but hum the chorus of the melody. Suddenly, a crack appeared in the dark seascape in front of her, and a gorgeous staircase inlaid with countless pearls extended towards the depths of the sea.

The song seemed to penetrate into her ankles, crawl up through her blood, and guide her toward the stairs.

But these were just her hallucinations.

In Fiona's eyes, she only saw Connie reply "I understand" somewhat unnaturally, then put down the thermal imaging telescope in her hand and looked at her, her golden eyes reflecting the light of lava in the dim light.

Before she understood what was going on, the voice entered her ears, controlling her to reach out for the alchemical bolter on the seat.

"Delta Squad, intervene at the scene. Release the Blood-Knotted Bee Swarm to track all targets within the radius of the Word Spirit's influence area. Target danger level increased: Dragon Alien."

"Mingyao, prepare for action."

A huge figure emerged from the darkness, and its adamantium-like hand controlled the arms of the commissioners, who were about to shoot each other with guns due to the illusion. It was impossible to break free, as the commissioners' arms were as thin as chopsticks compared to the armored hand.

The third Astartes warrior who appeared was holding a bolt rifle that fit his body shape. His compound eye scanner was scanning the scene closely while receiving real-time data sent back by the swarm drone.

"Bloodline Jieluo found the target."

Receiving information, locking the direction, raising the gun and shooting, a series of actions were completed almost in just an instant. The fire from the bolt rifle briefly illuminated the dark sea, and also illuminated the human-shaped body covered with blue-black scales lying on the beach.

The bomb did not hit it. Its shoulder blades protruded backwards like the remains of a manta ray's wings, and its spine folded up like a switchblade. When the vibrating sand was carried away by the inertia of the movement, it had disappeared from the spot.

This also interrupts the "Siren Song".

The executive department specialists who were affected by the melody finally woke up from their dream, but when they saw the metal giant holding their arms in front of them, they still unconsciously felt a feeling called "superman phobia" in their hearts.

This is also the reason why the team sent by the Legion had to hide first - if these armored giants really showed up on the beach, the "Sons of the Siren" would probably not show up at all!

New waves with white foam hit the beach, but they did not retreat back to the sea. Instead, they were pulled by some force and formed a water ball that surrounded the twisted alien. The fired alchemical bombs lost their propulsion power after entering the water ball layer and could no longer cause effective damage.

The alien showed its sharp teeth, as if taunting the soldiers triumphantly. It swung its long tail behind it, and dozens of water balls were separated and blasted towards the road where the soldiers were with brute force.

The roar of the high-pressure water bomb hitting the police car was accompanied by the scream of metal being torn apart, and the road shattered into the shape of a coral reef the moment it came into contact with the water bomb.

The triangle formed by the two soldiers bent over and knelt firmly to protect the mortal commissioner of the executive department - one of the overturned police cars hit the soldier who was protecting Connie and Fiona, sparks flew from the power backpack and the frame, the violent force did not shake Astartes at all, instead the police car was like a curved arch bridge pushed up by a rock.

Fiona and Connie's fear of superhumans fell away along with the broken glass and splashes of water. The warrior before them was not only their most powerful ally, but also an angel protecting them.

"Execute the target immediately."

"The Raven received it."

The alien, who was still proudly launching water balls, did not realize that a dangerous giant like this had appeared behind it.

In its subconscious, a human wearing heavy metal armor like this should be extremely clumsy and slow in movement... until it was suddenly pulled out of the water ball by an irresistible force, it realized that this was a fatal cognitive error.

But it's too late.

The warrior who had taken off the "Dark Light" veil had already thrust the combat dagger in his hand into the alien's head, then pulled it out like lightning and stabbed it through its neck and heart - the length of this "combat dagger" was equivalent to a long sword for the alien.

The stealth infiltration power armor newly developed by the Alchemical Equipment Department is lighter and more sporty than the standard assault power armor. It also comes with a silent system and an alchemical hooded cloak enchanted with the word spirit "Netherworld".

But the alien didn't know this kind of thing, and it was thrown onto the beach without the ability to resist. The warrior stepped on its chest with one foot, untied the magnetic lock on its waist with one hand, and used a heavy bolt pistol to ensure the complete death of the alien.

"Blood test, fourth generation, blood of the king of ocean and water." The warrior codenamed "Raven" then looked at the combat dagger in his hand. The alien blood drawn from the blood groove built into the blade was analyzed and tested and then transmitted as data flowing on his eyepiece panel.

"The operation is over. Pack up the bodies and send them back to the City of Miracles... I don't know if the Alchemy Equipment Department wants this thing."

"receive."

"I would like to request from the Alchemy Equipment Department to replace the bolt rifle with a plasma incinerator, Sergeant Fisher."

"You could bring an extra plasma pistol..."

"That power is not enough to boil the alien into its own water..."

Listening to the chatter on the communication channel, Schneider looked a little dazed. If the previous executive department configuration was used, a fourth-generation dragon with remote mental control and firepower would have caused a large number of casualties if the Dragon Special Attack Department failed to dispatch in time;
Although he had anticipated the combat effectiveness of the transformed soldiers in Lu Mingfei's army, he did not expect that it would take less than three minutes from the emergence of the crisis to the completion of the target's death mission.

"Eva, please help me write the report. I need to go back and clear the 21st level of the Ming Fei Dao Trial."

Sergeant Fisher lowered his arms, patted his butt, and turned away.

"Okay, Sergeant Brother. As a reward for helping you write the mission report, I will increase the power of the punitive cortical electric shock you receive for failing the trial by twenty times."

"This reward is a bit harsh..."

Just when Schneider had just finished dealing with the follow-up procedures of the incident, he saw Li Jianxing, an elite specialist from the executive department, walk into the control room.

"Good evening, Minister Schneider." The young man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes and an eight-sided Han sword on his back greeted Schneider, "I would like to meet S-level... Commander Lu Mingfei. Can you introduce him to me?"