Fingal rubbed his eyes, making sure he wasn't dazzled.

There is really a layer of golden brilliance emerging from Lu Mingfei's body!

And as his prayer became more and more passionate, the golden light supplemented by human warmth gradually condensed and shone, turning into a pair of hazy light wings behind Lu Mingfei.

Fingal finally understood at this moment why Lu Mingfei liked the word "angel" so much-

The self-proclaimed "Angel of Death", the name of the battle group is "Weeping Angel", and the "Angel Leading Picture" of the Black Moon Pavilion......

The leader of the daring group is really an angel in his own right!

But he gives people a different feeling from the immortal spokesmen of theological religions.

Although Fingal did not feel any urge to convert to his faith from Lu Mingfei.

But at least the light on his body does make people feel reassuring inside.

Lu Mingfei finished praying, and when his eyes opened, there was a striking golden light blooming in the child's hole.

"I was inspired. The xenomorphs of this filthy land will be thoroughly purified by the Emperor's wrath."

He said, the wings of light behind him flapping slightly.

Fingal didn't know what to say, he was self-aware, and he was worried that the words he blurted out would affect the sacred atmosphere.

The silver-white sword body ignited with golden flames, and Lu Mingfei felt the fearful mood swings of the Jingyue Living Spirit.

"Accept it, it's a blessing from the Great Emperor."

Lu Mingfei said softly.

The living spirit obediently accepted the infusion of unknown power, and the mood became cheerful again.

Lu Mingfei pressed the headset and said to Chu Zihang, who was on the thirty-eighth floor:

"Pray to the Emperor, brother, and show your loyalty."

"She's looking at us."

As he spoke, the sound of gunfire from upstairs continued like firecrackers.

……

Four minutes ago.

After a short pause on the 38th floor, the four bandits Hongzhong, Fa Cai, Si Guan, and Flatbread took the VIP elevator to arrive at the destination of their trip smoothly

The 45th floor of Genji Heavy Industries.

"The bounty for Target 2 is 5 billion yen, plus the reward for Target 1 is 3.5 billion...... That translates to at least $8 million each."

The four-barrel debugged the hideous Russian GSHG-7.62 four-barreled Gatling machine gun in his hand, and began to calculate the reward after the mission.

"Don't talk too much, the people who say this kind of thing in movies are often the first to die."

The voice of fortune is still cold.

"Hehe, that's not necessarily. Since we're all here, it means that we all have some 'special abilities,'"

"I'm sure you all have your own way of escaping, right?"

Hongzhong's tone is light-hearted.

"We only have three minutes, so we'd better be fast enough."

Carrying a black aluminum alloy box, he said in a deep voice, it seemed that he was the person who cared most about the task in the team.

"Ding-the forty-fifth floor has arrived, please open the door safely."

It didn't take long to get from the thirty-eighth to the forty-fifth floor, and after a short exchange, the four bandits had already reached their goal.

The mission has officially begun.

….

Hongzhong adjusted his mood and hummed melodious ancient syllables, what power was gathering.

"Fire!"

Almost as soon as the elevator door opened and the syllables in red fell, the bandits in the elevator heard the deafening sound of gunfire and the intense and dazzling fire.

Among them was a rocket-propelled grenade that flew in with a strong tail flame!

The elite of the Eight Executive Directors of the Snake Qi did not intend to spare the lives of these fanatics, and wanted to turn the VIP elevator into their coffins and cremate them.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, a rocket-propelled grenade

The explosion exploded, and the entire floor trembled violently.

The elites were still holding their weapons and were facing the smoke-filled elevator entrance, the second rocket-propelled grenade had been loaded, and the man carrying the RPG wanted to move his position-

But suddenly he found that his feet seemed to be stuck in a swamp, and he couldn't move.

The hard ground wrapped in steel plates somehow became soft and sticky like a swamp, and many elites noticed this and wanted to quickly drag the soles of their feet out.

They heard the ancient syllables coming from the still-smoke-covered VIP elevator after the explosion roared.

The bandits were not killed in the explosion!

The elite of the Executive Directorate did not bother to break free, and immediately opened fire, and several of them burst into their throats with high ancient language, trying to cast the spirit of speech.

But the ground beneath their feet seemed to come to life, and several clouds of black viscous liquid wrapped around their mouths, noses, and bodies, dragging them to the ground, like a demon lurking in the swamp to hunt their prey in the swamp.

The smoke of the explosion cleared, and the bandits, unharmed, appeared in front of everyone trapped on the ground.

There is an invisible stance that envelops and protects them, like an invisible shield, incoming bullets and explosions are all incoming from the outside.

Words and spirits. Leaving the Pure Land of Dirt, the Periodic Table of Words and Spirits is the dangerous spirit of No. 66.

The person who released the spirit was a half-breed wearing a red hood, and he was at the front, sheltering the three bandits into the defensive realm of the Pure Land.

And the female bandit wearing a fortune hood, chanting ancient and long syllables, dragged all the elites in the corridor outside the elevator into the death swamp where the ground was distorted by the power of words and spirits.

Words and spirits. Greed, the periodic table of speech and soul ranks the behavior of 90 high-risk speech spirits.

The ground within the Spirit Realm will melt into other forms such as quicksand, swamps, wetlands, etc., or it can be left in its previous form and under the free control of the user.

"Two minutes and thirty-two seconds."

Flatbread said in a deep voice, and the pace of the four of them became fast and fast, and the hardness of the ground had returned to normal under Fa Cai's control.

The people who were dragged into the swamp by Greed also died on the ground, leaving only their unengulfed hands and feet on the ground, which looked quite weird.

Four barrels rushed to the front with his GSHG-7.62 four-barreled Gatling, the barrel always in a warm-up and rotating position.

From the two barrels of his four-barrel hood, there was a golden glow that shone brightly, and any enemy who leaned on cover, or was hidden in a room in the shadows, could not escape his eyes, and was brutally torn apart by his machine gun.

"Young! Sinesisinesines!"

….

Watching the flesh splatter, the four cylinders shouted excitedly.

Words and spirits. The Eye of the Wind, a low-risk spirit with a 20-line behavior on the periodic table of the Spirit of Speech, when the Spirit of Speech is activated, the Speaker of the Spirit is able to detect even the slightest change in the airflow in the line of sight -

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I can't go to heaven......

Despite saying this, the four barrels turned their guns on Gatling's guns excitedly at the terrified doctors and nurses huddled outside the door.

Blood gushed out, and in less than ten seconds they were reduced to a ground of broken corpses under the terrifying fire.

As if awakened by the noise, a silver-haired girl slowly appeared in the sight of the four bandits holding on to the metal door.

The girl glanced at the corpses of the flesh and blood at the door, and the sad expression on her pretty pale face flashed.

Then, she looked at the four bandits who had stopped because of her presence, and her eyes lit up with a golden light.

She spoke, and the language of the primeval desolation would reappear to the world at this moment.

That word is:

"Death!"

Dragons: Lu Mingfei returning from Warhammer.

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