When he saw the hazy golden light burning like a flame on Chu Zihang's body, Lu Ming felt a burst of joy and peace of mind from the bottom of his heart.

Lu Mingfei did not doubt the faith of his fighting brother, although he seemed to be taciturn, and more often than not, he was empowered by actions to prove his valor, such as the ruthless purification of xenomorphic heretics.

The only fly in the ointment, and the point that is the most uncertain whether it can get the emperor's attention - Chu Zihang's human blood is not pure.

Although the bloodline of Lu Mingfei's body is not pure, his soul has been fighting for a hundred years to protect human beings in that cold universe, proving his loyalty.

"Your loyalty has gained the Emperor's gaze, brother."

Lu Mingfei patted Chu Zihang's shoulder and said solemnly.

"This is my glory."

Chu Zi sailed the Heavenly Eagle Salute, and his face seemed calm, but his shock and excitement could still be seen between his eyebrows.

"How do you feel now?"

"Full of power, he wants to destroy all enemies of humanity."

Chu Zihang said in a deep voice.

"Indeed it should be."

Lu Mingfei nodded, his eyes looked at the man behind Chu Zihang with a somewhat painful expression, and stared at him with a hopeful look:

"Who is he?"

"I don't know, he was surrounded by a group of Deadpools when I saw him."

Chu Zihang moved away slightly.

"Around?"

"Well, just around. It's unusual, those aliens who only have flesh and blood in their eyes didn't hurt him."

Chu Zihang said.

"What's your name?"

Lu Mingfei asked, the bright and smooth wings behind him made him more and more like a holy battle angel.

It was a symbol of glory for the son of Saint Lies, who is said to have had a pair of immaculate white wings as a child, and the emperor hung a sacred portrait of this son in front of the palace of Saint Terra.

The Astarte Jetpack equipped by the Blood Angel Warband "Holy Blood Guard" will also be equipped with Iron Wings, which are modeled after the Angel Wings of the Father of Genes. When jumping from a height, the Warrior Monk with the Twin Wings Jump Bag spreads his wings like the legendary Avenger of Vengeance, giving fear to his enemies and hope to his comrades.

"Ronald. Tang ......"

When the man saw Lu Mingfei approaching, the painful look on his face seemed to ease a lot.

"I'm Lu Mingfei, the leader of the Weeping Angels."

As soon as Lu Mingfei's words fell, Old Tang's eyes suddenly lit up.

He was a little more energetic, and came up with excitement as if he had seen his fellow countrymen in a foreign land:

"Are you Lu Mingfei?"

"Do you know me?"

Lu Mingfei was a little surprised.

"It's me, Mingming! I'm Don!"

"That old Don from StarCraft! You asked me to teach you English, you forgot?!"

Ronald. Tang said as he made various gestures, trying to prove that he was the netizen.

「……」

Lu Mingfei frowned slightly, and tried hard to search for information about "Old Tang" from the dusty hometown memory disk.

But I really seem to have such a netizen in the past, and for several nights they were in the StarCraft game, controlling the races in the game and happily exchanging cars, although they have known each other for a short time, but the relationship is not bad.

"Why don't you play interstellar anymore? I've been privately texting you for the past few months and haven't replied, I thought you were caught in an Internet café as a minor...... But now you have changed a lot, are you in Cos Tyrell?"

Old Tang curiously wanted to reach out and touch the pair of light wings behind Lu Mingfei, but retracted his hand under Chu Zihang's cold gaze.

"Well, I remember."

Lu Mingfei nodded slightly and expressed his politeness to this netizen, "Then what is the reason for your appearance here?" I remember you lived in the United States."

"I'm ......

Aren't you working, I have to support myself."

As he spoke, Old Tang shifted his attention from those wings to Lu Mingfei's handsome and calm face.

He suddenly felt a chill in his back - he remembered the bounty order with a bounty of 3.5 billion.

He hasn't been very relieved, although the name is the same as his netizen "Mingming", but the other party is in Japan, and "Mingming" is still a high school student in China, and it is said that even the country has never had a lonely baby.

It's like getting up one day and opening the mobile phone group, and a group friend who is very familiar with the game says, "I'm in a hurry, where is it safer to hide if I am wanted", you will probably laugh after reading it and then give this sand withering group member a sand withering opinion.

Who would have thought that this sand withering netizen would really be wanted!

"Work? But you're not an employee here."

Lu Mingfei raised his eyebrows, and a pair of golden childlike eyes looked at Old Tang.

Old Tang felt weak for a while.

This is the most fatal, he himself is still acting with the gang chasing Lu Mingfei without knowing it.

As for the fate of the gang that chased and killed Lu Mingfei......

Old Tang had already seen the headless corpse lying on the ground not far away, and the bandit hood in the corpse's hand was very familiar.

Obviously, this netizen is not as simple as COS Archangel on the surface.

He immediately raised his hands and shouted:

"It's none of my business, Mingming! I'm just here to deliver something, and I'm not in the same group as them!"

"Sending something? Go on. Before I thought you were a heretic."

……

「…… That's the way it is, Ming...... Non-regimental leader! Trust me!"

After a vivid explanation, Old Tang's handsome face with some joy showed a sad expression of changing his past mistakes, saying that he would resolutely follow the footsteps of justice in the future and no longer go astray.

But Lu Mingfei was still staring at Old Tang, and the golden light in his eyes was flowing.

"Let you send the alien creation to form an alchemical matrix that will drag a part of this building into the Nibelungen...... The heresy that acts as a sacrifice or a vessel can be done by one person, and you are of little use."

"You should have made other arrangements...... Or play an important role in this farce."

He said coldly, and immediately keenly sensed the slightest inappropriateness in this farce.

Lu Mingfei was quite disgusted with the feeling of being arranged.

It reminded him of the dastardly Dark Elves xenomorphs he had encountered in the past.

Not long after he became the champion warrior of the Weepers, the Elven Xenomorphs congratulated him in their own way—

They secretly attacked a central world planet, and when Lu Mingfei went to the rescue with four teams, they found themselves stepping into the trap of the dark spirits.

A cult of the Queen of Blades and her warriors wanted to prove that they were the best warriors with the blood of his new champion, and they had set up a dimension-folding device around a city early on.

After Lu Mingfei entered the city, the device was activated, encircling and sealing the entire city, while also releasing a large number of demons and alien beasts, turning into a bloody chaotic arena and a stage for the dark spirits to perform.

Although this bloody contest ended in the victory of the Weepers, it also paid a terrible price, and all the Astarte brothers except Lu Mingfei died.

"I'm not a big player! I'm a passerby, a minion!"

Old Tang wants to cry without tears, and this netizen's attitude doesn't seem to be very friendly.

Just when Lu Mingfei was thinking about whether to cleanse the other party neatly or leave it to find out the heresy behind the farce, he heard an ancient and melodious ballad again.

He subconsciously looked at the source child, but the source girl was still sitting in place with a sluggish appearance.

The chanting of the song seemed to come from an ancient primeval era, and the lingering aftermath echoed in the building, as if it wanted to wake up something.

Old Tang's expression suddenly distorted, and he covered his head with a very painful expression

The way it looks.