"I can ask Fingal to teach you the knowledge of the Spirit Lesson, and see if you can find a way to awaken the Spirit of Speech."

Lu Mingfei thought about it, and it was true.

For an "alchemy sergeant", it is necessary not only to have the corresponding knowledge, but also to have the corresponding ability.

It's like the "Tech Sergeants" in the Warband, who were sent to Mars, the stronghold of the Cult of the Mechanics, for "further study" when they became Astarte, and only after dozens of years of study in Terra did they "graduate" and return to the Warband, responsible for the manufacture and maintenance of various types of war equipment in the armory.

Although the mechanized transformation of the body and the belief in the God of Ten Thousand Machines will inevitably cause them to have a slight separation from the other fighting brothers, Lu Mingfei still respects these seniors quite much-

Because the weepers could not receive regular supplies for many years, many weapons and equipment were refurbished and reused by technical sergeants.

"Hey, okay."

Old Tang smiled and began to look forward to what kind of superpowers he would awaken in the future...... Oh no, it's the spirit of words.

Lu Mingfei got up and left, heading to Yuan Zhinu's room.

As an atonementer, Lu Mingfei gave him quite good treatment - provided that his words and spirits could really achieve the kind of effect that Lu Mingfei wanted.

"You're here."

Yuan Zhinu sat on the bed and stared at Lu Mingfei who pushed open the door, and spoke softly.

It seems like a long time coming.

"I've been dealing with the Alchemy Sergeant's affairs these days."

Lu Mingfei calmly sat down on the chair next to the bed, "It's your turn next. I hope your abilities will have the kind of effect I want, otherwise you won't be of any value to the warband."

"I see. I will do my best to atone for your sins."

The source girl whispered, "My word spirit. The dream tapir can turn the dream into a kind of extremely real mental cage, and anyone affected by the dream tapir will be immersed in this dream and will not be able to get out."

"For targets with weak mental power, I can drag them into any nightmare realm I create and kill them, but for targets with strong mental power......" His tone paused slightly, "I can only passively enter the other party's dream, but this is also extremely dangerous for me, because my personal consciousness will also be trapped in it, and losing control is equivalent to mental death-"

"Ruri Kazama's spiritual personality is shattered like this."

This is the spiritual power controlled by the blood of the White King, and it sounds quite dangerous, and it can wipe out the spirit of a person and cause death without a word.

For ordinary people, there is always a trace of softness and warmth in their hearts, or terrifying and thrilling memories, and the dream tapir can start from here, drag the other party's spirit into it, and then kill them.

For example, when I was having dinner with my lover or family in a dream, my lover suddenly smiled and took out a sharp knife and stabbed him in the chest......

"What about the choice of dreams? Is it your choice or mine?"

Lu Mingfei didn't care about this, his soul had fought for the emperor and mankind for a hundred years, and he had been tempered with tenacity and unyielding in countless battles with aliens, heretics, and traitors.

Even in the illusion of black rage, he had never fallen into the wild laughter of the Chaos Blood God, let alone the dragon alien's speech and spirit ability. ….

"Under normal circumstances...... The Dream Tapir will prioritize the most emotionally volatile memory of your past and the closest one you have faced death, but this kind of dream is just as dangerously lethal......

Before Yuan Zhinu finished speaking, she was interrupted by Lu Mingfei:

"Then what are the conditions for the release of this spirit? It's up to you to decide if you want to wait until the target is completely dead before you can do so?"

"Under normal circumstances, I can voluntarily dismiss the spirit of speech...... But if there is a higher level of force involved......

Speaking of this, Gen Zhinu's face suddenly turned pale, and her body trembled slightly, "Just like Ruri Kazama, when he realized that he couldn't kill you in your dreams, he tried to disarm the spirit of words but failed, and there was some kind of supreme power that restricted him from passively following your dreams until his spirit died and his personality was shattered."

"Higher Strength Intervention ......"

Lu Mingfei frowned slightly, to be honest, this kind of noun gave him a bad impression.

Especially when it comes to exterminating evil heretical cults on remote planets, this so-called power often represents abominable subspace creatures.

But when he recalled that dream, he was relieved, the golden thunder, the thunderous declaration, such a great power should come from the great emperor.

"Now you don't have to worry about that. Now the point is that I need you to be able to drag me into my designated memory fragment with precision, and that's why I'm keeping you in the warband."

Lu Mingfei said.

Gen Zhinu's speech and spiritual abilities may be dangerous and deadly to others, but in his opinion, it is a good way to screen and train new warriors of future warbands.

And there is no better way to hone a warrior than a bloody battle of life and death, although there have been several battles in Japan in quick succession...... But not enough! Not enough!

The brutal battlefield that Lu Mingfei stepped into and the difficult battles he experienced will be restored one by one through the words and spirits of the Yuan Zhinu, and the warriors who will exterminate the dragon aliens and hide heretics in the future will be tempered from this hellish fantasy.

"I'll try my best. Now close your eyes and concentrate on recalling a memory from your past."

Yuan Zhinu took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

This is just as dangerous for him, Lu Mingfei's memory...... He didn't know why it was a nightmare that sounded like a sci-fi war.

Just like the dream that Ruri Kazama experienced, the other party was a super soldier wearing a heavy metal armor, and he was just a helpless slave holding a laser gun, and he didn't even know how he died in the end.

"Okay."

Lu Mingfei nodded, took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Chu Zihang, to the effect that he and Yuan Zhinu were conducting some kind of speech experiment, and tried not to let other people disturb them, even the principal.

Then he closed his eyes, and his mind swam like a stone sinking into water, slowly swimming towards the large, long memory in his heart.

A moment later, a soft chant sounded in his ears, and the young girl seemed to be singing an ethereal hypnotic ballad, and the transparent realm of the dream tapir was opening.

The peaceful and fresh air is being replaced by a cloudy cloud of yellow sand...... and a deafening loud bang.

"Boom—"

Lu Mingfei reopened his eyes and saw the yellow sand and the dusky sky.

The strong wind wrapped in sand and gravel hit his body like a knife, and the barren loess wasteland flashed quickly from both sides of the horizon.

「aaaaaaagh！

There was an inhuman roar of excitement in my ears, which overshadowed the whistling wind.

Lu Mingfei turned his head sideways and saw a sturdy green figure raising the weapons in his hands and laughing, the rough, wild, huge, red-painted metal chariots under their feet were galloping all the way through this wasteland.

He was tied up and hung from the front of the car, like a kite about to lose its string in a strong wind, and his weight was maintained by a stubble rope.

Once the rope breaks, he will be crushed into a pulp by the spiked metal drum that spins at high speed under the front of the car.

M41,875.

Lu Mingfei came to the third year of this dark and cruel universe.

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White Chapel