Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 421 Triumph
"Is everything...over?"

Chen Motong murmured, his eyes still somewhat unfocused.

In less than an hour, her worldview was completely shattered and then reshaped under a series of shocks—

From the initial utter terror to witnessing miraculous power... she has now become almost numb.

"Well, it's over."

Lu Mingfei nodded, his tone as gentle as if comforting a frightened child, "Once the legion's gunboats arrive, we can leave this place."

"what about me?"

Chen Motong raised her head, her eyes still filled with lingering confusion. "You said before... that I have fragments of the Black King's genes within me..."

“There’s no need to worry about that,” Lu Mingfei’s voice was calm and certain. “The Black King gene fragments in your body will not erode your life as ‘Chen Motong’.”

"After all—now that the Black King Nidhogg has completely disappeared, the so-called 'Ragnarok' will never come."

“And if you’re willing,” he added, with a reassuring sense of commitment, “the Legion will give you the most thorough check-up to make sure all potential problems are eliminated.”

"Okay... okay."

Chen Motong seemed to finally feel at ease, and her voice became much calmer.

Seeing that she had calmed down, Lu Mingfei said nothing more, turned to Fingel, and asked calmly and naturally:
"Brother, how are you feeling now?"

"You must have noticed that there were two infusions of power into the gene seed within your body... Did the first infusion leave any residual effects on you?"

After absorbing the Black King's power refined by His Majesty the Emperor, Lu Mingfei also used the high-dimensional passage of the "Great Library" to complete a potential evolution for the legion's warriors—

Their power ceiling was permanently increased.

Of course, this does not mean it is a "veteran benefit";
Warriors who subsequently join the Legion and undergo the modification surgery will automatically receive this power gift engraved in the Legion's origin through the inherent inheritance of the gene seed, the resonance of bloodline, and even the high-dimensional channel of the "Great Library".

Lu Mingfei's current concern was about the situation during the first power infusion—

Although he forcibly retrieved all the scattered power at great risk, he was still worried that the star-like gel would leave an imperceptible "contamination" on the gene seed.

“At first, there was indeed an inexplicable force trying to get inside,” Fingel said, his expression turning serious. “The Forge of Faith activated instantly, keeping it out…”

He paused, as if carefully recalling the feeling:

However, later, once that force 'withdrew,' the feeling of being invaded completely disappeared.

Lu Mingfei immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The "Forge of Faith" truly lives up to its reputation as one of the most powerful organs unique to their legion's warriors, directly constructing a brand-new anti-pollution mechanism for them!
"Commander, what exactly happened to you inside that big guy's belly?" Fingel couldn't help but ask, his tone full of curiosity and lingering fear.

"It's a long story..." Lu Mingfei then briefly recounted his encounters and battles after venturing deep into the "Ultimate Land".

When he heard that the Emperor's will had descended and shattered the bizarre, alien dragon with a single slap, Fingel's reaction instantly shifted from tension to ecstatic joy—

His eyes lit up, and he was so excited he almost jumped up:

"Great! As expected of His Majesty the Emperor!"

……

boom--

A deafening roar came from the distant horizon, as if a giant beast was howling.

Chen Motong, who was leaning against the hovermobile in a daze, seemed to be startled. His face turned pale, and he looked uneasily toward the source of the sound.

“Don’t panic, girl,” Fingel grinned and reassured her, “the gunboat that’s here to take us home has arrived.”

"A gunboat?...Is it an airplane?"

Before she could finish speaking, her pupils suddenly contracted.

A massive steel behemoth tore through the low-hanging leaden-gray sky, its tail-mounted engine nozzles spewing forth intense flames and sonic booms like a furnace; its shape was ferocious and heavy, its gold and red armor surface engraved with exquisite and intricate patterns and sword emblems, which shimmered with a cold luster under the engine fire.

In addition, various other weapons, whose names she couldn't recall but whose caliber and appearance clearly indicated terrifying lethality, were mounted on this behemoth.

Compared to any airplane she had ever seen or known before, this was practically a flying armed fortress!

The behemoth hovered and landed with a ruthless posture, its main engine and attitude control nozzles roaring, and the violent airflow instantly swirled up the snow on the ice cap, forming a rolling white snowstorm that enveloped the lower half of the gunboat.

"Come on, child, we'll take you home."

Chen Motong looked up and saw the giant named Lu Mingfei turn around. His voice was deep and gentle, like a rare ray of warm sunshine on the icy plains, penetrating the lingering sound of the engine.

For some reason, the sound touched a long-forgotten corner of her memory—a few fragmented images flashed by, and she seemed to have once taken a boy into a car somewhere.

This phantom-like feeling was fleeting, yet it carried a sharp sense of incongruity, as if it had been forcibly embedded into a past that did not belong to her.

She shook her head vigorously, trying to dispel the fog in her mind.

Taking a deep breath of the last bit of icy air, Chen Motong steadied himself and followed the golden-red figure moving like a mountain ahead.

The colossal steel behemoth rose into the sky once more, tearing through the clouds and carrying the bewildered Chen Motong to a brand new world;
They also carried warriors who would end their destiny here, preparing to fly to another universe engulfed in war.

……

The booth, originally designed to fit Astartes' body size, was slightly adjusted to fit an average person. Chen Motong, secured to her seat with the seatbelt, gazed at Lu Mingfei and Fingel opposite her for a long time before finally speaking tentatively, her tone tinged with hope:

"If I want to join you... are there any conditions or assessments?"

"I'm sorry, child. The Legion's current modification surgeries... are only suitable for men."

Although Lu Mingfei answered Chen Motong's question, it was like a bucket of cold water being poured on her hopes.

"……OK."

Chen Motong fell silent, her thick eyelashes drooping, casting a small shadow on her pale cheeks, her fingertips unconsciously digging into the rough edge of the seatbelt.

A subtle tension filled the cabin. Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Fingel offered words of comfort:

"Hey, don't be discouraged, girl! Although we can't do frontline fighting, our legion still has a great need for talent in the rear! There are plenty of jobs that don't discriminate based on gender, such as logistics, data analysis, and document processing! If you're interested, I can write your resume and send it to the legion's HR department right now. It'll definitely include room and board and offer excellent benefits!"

Lu Mingfei seemed to want to say something, but Fingel's words were like a flood that had been released, successfully attracting Chen Motong's attention.

She looked up, and although the disappointment in her eyes had not completely disappeared, at least the corner of her mouth twitched slightly at Fingel's words, and she forcibly suppressed a helpless smile.

“Speaking of which… judging from our physical experience, we haven’t been in the incubation facility for more than ten hours,” Fingel said, deliberately raising his voice as he naturally changed the subject. “But after the armor system’s timestamps returned to normal, wow, ten days and six hours have passed in the outside world!”

“It must be the effect of the distorted time laws of the incubator,” Lu Mingfei said calmly. “Time there is independent of time outside.”

"I wonder what the outside world is like now, whether it's in chaos or at peace... Commander, I wonder if your wanted poster has been withdrawn yet?"

"I believe that my appointed command advisor, Staff Officer Parsey, and other brothers can handle this, just as they trust us to resolve the crisis in the Arctic."

Lu Mingfei's tone was calm and steady, indicating his unwavering belief in this.

"The journey is about to end. We are expected to pass through the Gate of Miracles in ten minutes."

The gunboat's electronic alert sounded at that moment.

"So fast!?" Chen Motong blurted out, her face full of surprise. Less than twenty minutes had passed since she boarded the gunboat? Could it be that they could fly out of the Arctic Circle in thirty minutes?
"I forgot to tell you, girl, our legion's base is actually in the Arctic Circle, not too far away," Fingel chuckled. "When you see our legion's base—the City of Miracles—in person, don't be too surprised."

It's hard not to be shocked;
When the forward hatch of the Hunter gunship burst open with a roar, Chen Motong's breath caught in his throat.

My vision was completely filled by a creation whose grandeur and sacredness defy description in any human language—

It was a colossal structure that stretched from the heavens to the earth, like the Tower of Babel in mythology, which collapsed and was rebuilt, piercing the sky.

At its center, a golden eagle forged from pure energy and immortal metal stands proudly, its wings reaching to the sky as if they could obscure the stars, and every feather, shimmering with molten gold, burns with divine flames in the frigid polar air.

Chen Motong felt a wave of dizziness, and her eyeballs stung slightly as she greedily tried to capture every detail;
She wished she could have more eyes to imprint this mind-blowing, magnificent spectacle into the depths of her soul without missing a single detail.

Lu Mingfei silently got up and walked towards the open hatch—the gunboat had not landed, but was quietly hovering in mid-air in front of the City of Miracles.

Unlike the shock that mortals feel when they first witness a miracle, Lu Mingfei is calm and used to it. His gaze falls on the vast square outside the main gate of the City of Miracles.

Three thousand Astartes warriors of the Sword of Revelation Legion, like three thousand statues cast from will and steel, have already lined up on it.

They did not stand loosely, but formed thirty rectangular formations that stretched across the field of vision and were as deep as an abyss, with scarlet banners fluttering in the wind.

Under the molten gold-like glow of the City of Miracles, the heavy, finely crafted power armor reflected a cold and deep golden-red luster, and the legion insignia etched on the armor shimmered with a faint light.

Without a single extra sound, they were like a still tsunami, like frozen thunder.

The will formed by three thousand extraordinary and imposing bodies converged into an invisible, immense pressure that could make the stars tremble, pressing heavily on the plaza.

It was like a grand military parade.

Not only that, but there are also various heavy war vehicles from the Alchemy Equipment Department, unmanned fearless armor directly controlled and linked by the "Sky Evolution Company"... etc., forming a destructive storm that seems capable of sweeping away all enemies.

"Why make such a big fuss?"

Lu Mingfei's lips curled up almost imperceptibly, but he quickly regained his composure.

His gaze swept over the steel torrent below, composed of loyalty and strength, like a monarch inspecting his tempered sword.

boom! ! !
Below, in the plaza, the movements of three thousand Astartes warriors were perfectly synchronized, surpassing the precision of machinery, as if a single soul was driving three thousand bodies, their heavy, precision-engineered power boots slamming into the ground!
Three thousand steps condensed into a single, earth-shattering roar! The alloy plaza beneath their feet seemed to tremble and hum!
This was not chaotic noise, but rather the most direct, wildest, and most devout expression of the soldiers' feelings towards their legion leader, who had returned victorious from a lone battle.

"For the Lord of the Legion!"

An invisible wave of sound, carrying with it the frigid air, crashed into the hull of the Hunter gunship like a tangible shockwave, penetrating deep into the souls of everyone inside.

Fingel instinctively straightened his back, completely erasing his usual playful expression, leaving only the solemnity he felt in the face of the Legion's will.

Chen Motong felt his eardrums and heart buzzing as the battle roar shook them, almost shattering them.

In response, Lu Mingfei simply raised his right hand slowly.

make a fist.

The sleek, powerfully contoured power armor on his arms gleamed with a restrained yet dangerous light under the glow of the City of Miracles.

"For the Emperor."

His voice was not loud, but it clearly pierced through the lingering echoes of the battle cries, like a decree.

"For the Emperor!"

"For the Emperor!!"

The roar of the warriors below was like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, one wave higher than the next, exploding like thunder in the sky above the City of Miracles.

This grand ceremony was deeply moving, and even countless ordinary people in the city felt a silent tremor in their souls, their hearts surging with excitement, and they shouted along with the warriors!
As Lu Mingfei lowered his right fist, the earth-shaking roar below instantly subsided.

The Hunter gunship's engines emitted a deep, submissive hum as it began its steady descent, carrying its master into the torrent of steel, loyalty, and absolute power.

A path parted in the legion's formation, and the Astartes warriors turned in unison, their cold visors facing the center of the path, offering the most sublime salute to their legionary lord who had stepped off the gunboat.

At the end of the path, waiting at the forefront were the team champions, Chu Zihang and his brothers—

He was clad in magnificent yet deadly crafted power armor, standing like a silent blade, with a dark hole in the center of his breastplate and golden flame patterns around it resembling the sun on a corona.

Behind him stood the chilling elite of the Sword Champion Company, originally established as the Legion Master's personal guard.

Next came General Ronald Tang, the forging general, and a group of alchemy masters from the Alchemy Equipment Department behind him.

Lu Mingfei walked steadily, and was about to step forward to talk to his brothers when suddenly—

"father--!"

A shout broke the solemn silence of the place! It was seen that General Tang, the forging expert, ran towards Lu Mingfei first, opening his arms as if to give him a hug.

"???"

This inexplicable and sudden "call of kinship" was so overwhelming that even Lu Mingfei, the leader of the legion, could hardly contain himself. He stumbled almost unsteadily.