Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 412 Hatchery

“We have entered the incubation facility,” Lu Mingfei suddenly said.

Fingel was taken aback, but the HUD diagrams and data transmitted through the helmet visor did not show any changes in terrain or spatial anomalies.

“If we compare the Arctic where we are to a piece of paper, then the Hatchery space is a bubble floating on that paper,” Lu Mingfei continued to explain. “It has no fixed location or fixed route. To get in, you can only rely on guidance… or wait for the chance to bump into it.”

"Just as Heras said, time doesn't flow normally here..." A time display popped up on the eyepiece screen, showing the numbers representing the flow of time jumping irregularly.

"I just hope that when we go out, decades will not have already passed in the outside world."

Fingel's voice carried a barely perceptible tension and unease over the communication channel.

The hoverbike cleaved through two rolling waves of blood on the crimson sea. The once deep blue and dark seawater had somehow become as viscous and heavy as congealed blood, exuding a strong, mixed stench of rust and deep-sea decay.

The polar seas, which should have been quiet and desolate, smelled like a farm full of organic matter.

"Something's wrong with the seawater."

Fingel whispered as the scanning beam of the armor system swept across the crimson seawater, analyzing various data: "The seawater contains a large amount of blood components and dragon genes... There is strong interference, and underwater biological signals cannot be detected."

“This isn’t seawater,” Lu Mingfei said coldly. “This is the ‘amniotic fluid’ that incubated it. The entire ocean here is its incubation pool.”

“A giant core ecosystem is supported by creatures fed and polluted by dragon genes, and it is the apex predator in the ecosystem, with all other creatures serving as nourishment for its incubation.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the crimson sea suddenly burst open, and several dark figures broke through the water!

These shadowy figures were over seven or eight meters long, resembling a combination of anaconda and sea serpent. Their bodies were covered with scales that shimmered with a dark luster and had dragon-like features, while their backs were covered with thorns.
Their triangular heads were ferocious and menacing, and their split mouths were filled with rings of terrifying sharp teeth. They let out bizarre roars and shot out from the seabed like arrows with pure killing instinct, clearly regarding the two people on the hovercraft as fresh prey.

"Enemy attack! Dragonblood mutant!"

Fingel's tactical goggles locked onto and marked all of these dragons and snakes in red almost the instant they burst out of the sea!
Without any need for evasion, the hoverbike's twin-barreled heavy explosive rounds and the explosive arrays on its armored shoulders spewed out deadly flames!

boom! boom! boom!
The large-caliber bomb tore through the air and accurately hit all the distorted dragons and snakes.

The seemingly tough scales and flesh were easily torn to shreds by the blasted bullets, exploding into dazzling blood flowers in mid-air, staining the already crimson sea even deeper.

But the number of aliens is far more than that!
The surrounding sea seemed to be boiling, with countless waves surging, and it seemed that a huge group of sharks, smelling blood, was gathering underwater!
More aliens surrounded them from all directions, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen dragons and snakes rushed out of the water. Some of them were particularly thick and huge, and even tried to whip the hovermobile with their thorny tails, seemingly trying to knock the two of them into the water.

The stench emanating from the giant tail made the air seem to waile and howl. If this were on land, the power of these alien creatures might even be able to overturn the main battle tanks of a human army!
But they messed with the wrong people.

"Damn alien!"

Fingel cursed, activating the sword emblem embedded in his right palm, and the alchemical domain rapidly expanded.

He gripped the alchemical greatsword, originally named "Greed" but now renamed "Generosity," and with a swift, horizontal slash, the two aliens that had pounced on him were instantly cut into four pieces, their foul-smelling blood splattering onto his armor with a sizzling sound.

Lu Mingfei, however, seemed oblivious to the attacks around him. His gaze and thoughts were fixed on a certain direction, as if he were being drawn to something.

However, just as an alien attempted to sneak up from behind the hoverbike, an armored hand suddenly reached out, precisely grabbing its menacing triangular head, and then exerted force!

puff!

Red and white splattered with foul-smelling blood in Lu Mingfei's hands.

"Don't waste time on this stuff." Wiping the blood off his gauntlets, Lu Mingfei turned his gaze and thoughts back from the distance, his tone completely calm.

Before he could finish speaking, he twisted the throttle, and the engine roared to life, instantly propelling the hoverbike to new speeds.

The twin-barreled heavy explosives mounted on the front of the vehicle spewed flames, tearing a bloody path through the horde of aliens blocking its way.

Fingel followed closely behind.

The two hoverbikes shot up to the border between the sea of ​​blood and the ice field like two shooting stars going against the current, but the aliens still relentlessly pursued them.

Hundreds of strange snakes broke through the surging waves of blood and rushed onto the icy shore like a leech. Their thick, long bodies slid rapidly along the ice surface, biting tightly at the back of the hovercraft. Their cries, somewhere between the screech of lizards and the sobs of babies, echoed across the ice field.

Just as Fingel was about to turn his motorcycle around and use the heavy firepower of his armor to completely destroy the aliens that had come ashore, he suddenly noticed that the Legion Commander, who was driving in front of him, had already turned his motorcycle around.

He expanded his alchemical domain to its limit, and a giant sword, seemingly forged from molten gold, appeared in his hand—

The "Sword of Revelation" has been drawn.

Lu Mingfei's movements exceeded the limits of visual capture; in Fingel's perception, he could only see a blurry gesture of raising his hand.

Zheng——!
A dazzling golden light burst forth from the blade, instantly transforming into a destructive fan-shaped light blade that swept forward!

The world before my eyes was instantly torn apart by a smooth, golden-flame-burning "wound," the edges of which flickered with unstable, distorted ripples that devoured all light, spreading forward at a speed beyond comprehension.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The hundreds of aliens that had been relentlessly attacking in a dark mass froze on the spot. The fatal golden crack was reflected in their crimson compound eyes, and they instinctively let out desperate howls.

The "wounds" silently cut across them.

The moment they made contact, their thick, long, and tough bodies snapped into dozens of pieces like rotten wood. Before the foul-smelling blood and bodily fluids could even splatter, they were immediately engulfed by the rising golden flames!

In just a moment, the ferocious aliens with their bared teeth and claws were reduced to ashes.

When the polar winds sweep by, their existence is completely erased, leaving only that chilling golden crack that lingers in the air.

Fingel's mouth, hidden beneath his helmet, opened slightly involuntarily. He knew Lu Mingfei's strength all too well, but the miraculous sword strike before him still sent a shockwave through his very soul.

Is this the power of the Primarch of the Legion/Emperor?

"This is the one million bolts of faith power that Old Tang was talking about—the Emperor's Revelation Slash!" Fingel muttered to himself.

"?"

"Although I don't mind Old Tang naming my sword technique, it would be best if he could relearn the art of naming."

Lu Mingfei flicked his wrist, and the "Sword of Revelation" emitted a deep hum. The alchemical domain expanded, transforming back into a sword emblem that merged with the armor on the back of his hand.

It was as if that sword strike just now was merely a casual, insignificant gesture.

"Follow."

Lu Mingfei turned the car around and sped off along the previous route. Fingel snapped back to reality and hurriedly started the engine to follow closely behind.

Two hovermobiles climbed up a towering glacial ridge. As they ascended, the white fog that had been shrouding the polar regions and interfering with detection thinned considerably.

Suddenly, Lu Mingfei's hover motorcycle abruptly stopped in mid-air, his gaze fixed on the distance; Fingel also immediately steadied his vehicle and looked in the direction Lu Mingfei was staring at.

At the edge of their line of sight, on that crimson "horizon" that even the pale mist couldn't completely shroud, a colossal, suffocating steel silhouette, like Leviathan crawling out of the abyss of hell, was clearly displayed before them.

It was a massive black and red ship, a grotesque and twisted steel behemoth exuding an ominous aura.

It was clearly modified from a powerful nuclear-powered icebreaker, and any ice sheet or iceberg that stood in its way was ruthlessly crushed by this steel behemoth.

Its form does not belong to the category of modern human warships. The huge ram at the bow is like the fangs of a dragon's head, pointing straight forward. The thick armor plates are covered with a dark coating that looks like congealed blood.

The ship was also equipped with countless menacing turrets, and its towering bridge resembled a steel skull throne. At the base of the throne was a large triple-mounted naval gun, and the eerie green alchemical matrix on the surface of the gun barrel flowed slowly like a living thing, emitting a nauseating and blasphemous light.

No identification or confirmation is required.

Even from a great distance, Fingel could feel a deep-seated loathing, a powerful and chilling pressure unique to the Dragon King, spreading out from the core of the giant ship like an invisible tide.

Pompeii.

Lu Mingfei's voice came through the communication channel, every syllable filled with chilling killing intent. Beneath the helmet visor, a pair of burning golden eyes were fixed on the giant ship that resembled a mobile fortress.

"Let's go, regiment..."

Fingel took a deep breath, and before he could finish speaking, he saw intense golden energy surging from both sides of the power backpack behind Lu Mingfei's armor.

The energy instantly shaped and expanded, transforming into a pair of dazzling light-forged gun wings.

"boom--"

The nozzles at the tips of the wings spewed forth torrents of blazing golden energy, creating a deafening sonic boom. Lu Mingfei's figure shot into the sky like a golden lightning bolt tearing through the heavens, trailing a golden tail flame that shone like a meteor as he rushed toward the blasphemous steel behemoth in the distance!