As for the origin of his soul coming to this dark universe, Lu Mingfei didn't want to or wanted to investigate, these were in the past.

He is now a green-skinned alien human slave, and he is being hung as an ornament for this drag race, and he is hanging from this rugged and wild heavy chariot, with the death wheel spinning rapidly in the speed thrust underneath.

The planet is called "Sotis", a fringe industrial world with a large state religion.

However, three years ago, the evil "Green Tide" broke through the area, and the emperor's icon was torn down and replaced with a green-skinned totem and logo in various ugly and desecrated ways.

After cleaning and replenishing the supplies, Arbo, who had assembled this army of greenskins, continued to set off on his aaaaag among the stars! Journey.

And this world that can build equipment is in the hands of one of his leaders.

In a rare case, the leader did not kill all of the remaining humans, leaving them as slaves to work.

Lu Mingfei's face was calm, and he looked at the figure of the Yuan Zhinu.

Sure enough, on another orc vehicle, I saw the original childish girl who was also used as an "ornament" and had a pale face.

Although the other party is tied to the car has a high safety factor, unlike Lu Mingfei, who will be crushed into pulp by the death roller once he falls;

But he has to endure the deafening noise pollution, because he is used as an ornament for a "Mao Ge's AAAAAG" noise chariot.

Painted completely red, the chariot resembled a pile of metal scrap with a few huge rusty horns hanging from it, and the strangely dressed green-skinned orc boys holding "musical instruments" equipped with sharp knives or spitting flames form a deafening carnival with the howling winds of the wasteland, the sound of vehicle engines, and the roars of the orc boys.

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"The experiment is successful, and you are free to choose your dreams...... Can I dismiss the dream now? I can still control the power of dreams now."

At the end of the journey as decorations, the surviving human slaves were thrown back into the "shrimp nest".

After the whipping boy left, Genzhinu's whole body almost collapsed, and she asked in a trembling voice.

"Why are you so scared? I don't think that's the way it should be when facing these aliens with your combat prowess."

In the past, Lu Mingfei might have wept like the other surviving human slaves, or prayed to the great emperor with them.

But now he looked calm, completely unaware of what fear was.

Even he was still thinking in his heart about which individual soldier was more capable compared to the alien called Deadpool in his hometown and the green-skinned orcs here.

Japan's serpentine Deadpool may be able to compete hand-to-hand with the slightly tougher orc machete kid and have an advantage, but the greenskins are not only the basic class of machete kids, they can rampage in this dark universe thanks to their terrifying numbers, the speed of reproduction of "wildfires are inexhaustible, and the spring breeze blows and grows", and the incredible "science and technology".

"It's your dream, and I don't have the high-blooded body of reality in your dream...... Ruri Kazama's personality collapsed like this......

Yuan Zhinu whispered in fear.

"For a warrior, courage should be above strength, not relying solely on strength, and you lack the exercise of courage." ….

Lu Mingfei said.

"Courage...... Courage is meaningless in the face of a disparity in strength."

Yuan Zhinu whispered.

"Then at least you can choose to die standing up."

Lu Mingfei turned around and walked towards the depths of the crowded and dimly lit slave lair.

Most of the greenskinned boys don't like to live in the dark and crowded nest capital, they prefer to race outside the wasteland, and can happily fight under the gaze of the second brother of the hairy man, so except for the technical tyrant and the laboring fart who tinker with weapons in the foundry of the nest, the other greenskins set up camps outside the nest to live.

Captured human slaves were also left here as coolies, but soon became whipping brats (the equivalent of slave owners)

Under the whip, under the cruel amusement of the orc kids, or under the big mouth of "Scrooge......

The number of human slaves is decreasing dramatically.

Lu Mingfei still remembers his desperate appearance when he first came to this world.

He was cowardly and timid by nature, but he was first hit to the point of madness by a background that was completely inconsistent with the theme traveled through the Internet; Later, in order to return to that peaceful and prosperous hometown, he survived under the humiliation and torture of the green-skinned orcs.

Maybe it's luck, maybe it's other humans who want to make his twelve-year-old child live longer, or maybe the greenskins just want him to grow up a little more like a "fun little shrimp", and there are always people who are dragged away by the greenskins in front of Lu Mingfei and never come back.

And Lu Mingfei just watched blankly, huddled in a dark corner and comforted himself half-ignorantly, saying that it was a good thing that they had died earlier and been liberated, so that they could quickly return to the emperor's throne......

Then he fell asleep in a state of restlessness, longing that tomorrow he would not be eaten by Scroog, or that he would wake up and return to his familiar hometown.

"God Emperor, please send down the gods to save your devout believers......

"Great Lord of Humanity, hated aliens are trampling your people, beseech you to sow your glory and destroy them!"

"O god on the golden throne......

Walking in this slave lair, Lu Mingfei could hear the crying and prayers of the human slaves huddled in the corner at any time and at any time.

He wanted everyone to be safe and sound, and all the believers were saying "Emperor bless", hoping that the Emperor would come forward to protect them in a personal form - but Lu Mingfei knew that this was impossible.

The existence of the Emperor is to protect the entire human species, and a single believer is meaningless to her.

But people still hold on to hope, and pray to the great being who sits on the golden throne and faces the destructive power of the supreme heaven (i.e., subspace), and the light of the star torch illuminates the galaxy to protect the human species, but the great being who is troubled.

This fact is both sad and hopeless, and the recognition of this is enough to break the souls of all believers.

But this will only make Lu Mingfei's belief more and more firm.

He is the Weeper, the Emperor's Angel of Death, the only protective shield of humanity in the face of the dark galaxy.

They want to share the emperor's worries, and they want to do everything in their power to save every human race, just like the original holy reles.

Therefore, the weepers are willing to sacrifice themselves for the sake of mortals, and the feelings and actions that contain tears for the human beings they cannot save are stupid and cowardly in the eyes of other warbands. ….

This belief has been integrated into Lu Mingfei's soul, even if he returns to his hometown and loses his superhuman body and power armor, Lu Mingfei still has the courage to hold a rudimentary assembled chainsaw sword and launch a fearless charge against the pseudo-god.

"Suffering is prayer! Faith is protection!"

"Hold fast to your faith! Only the tried and true Pious, on the Golden Throne, would send her Angel of Death to save us!"

In the crowd, the bishop of the state religion recited aloud the Emperor's Sacred Words, firmly defending the faith that slaves were fragile under torture.

Lu Mingfei was very contemptuous of these bishops, compared to the other black-faced and thin-skinned slaves, their faces were red, and their fat bodies were wrapped in gorgeous state robes.

In the past, when he was Astarte, he probably wouldn't have noticed this; But now he was emotionally perfect, and he himself had the will to be watched and blessed by the emperor, and in his opinion these bishops were nothing more than despicable people who used the glory of the emperor for personal gain!

Only he is truly ......

After a while, Lu Mingfei realized his mood fluctuations and gaffes, and immediately calmed down to calm himself up.

"We...... What's next?"

The young girl who had been following him suddenly spoke in a low voice.

"Take them away."

Although these bishops are despicable, there is one thing they do say is right.

Soon, the emperor's death day

The envoy will come to save these poor human slaves.

The Astarte warriors of the two companies of the Weepers will discover the orc-infested planet tomorrow, and those who have experienced the shadow of the Corinthian Slaughterhouse III accident will not hesitate to parachute into the air and begin a desperate rescue -

After becoming Astarte, Lu Mingfei heard this tragic story from other predecessors.

Slaughterhouse III is an industrial world overrun by the Greenskins, where countless human slaves are enslaved by the Orcs, and the Weepers fight to the death against the Greenskins to save them, only to save millions of human slaves, only to find that their vehicles simply cannot take all the slaves away.

But the Weepers, unwilling to abandon these people, decided to stay and fight, even if they were killed in a steady stream of greenskin reinforcements.

After witnessing one noble son after another of the sons of the Holy Leves die in battle for them, the saved people, unwilling to be their burial objects, knelt down and pleaded for the blessing of death, to die honorably as a free people of the empire, not as an instrument of ugliness and aliens.

The Weepers had to accept this outcome, a bitter defeat for the Weepers, losing more than two-thirds of the expeditionary soldiers and saving less than a tenth of the people in a single operation.

For this reason, they even refused the Iron Aura personally granted to them by the Commander of the Ultramarines Warband, which caused the disgust of a large number of Ultramarines subgroups.

"I can feel the mood swings in your heart that yearn to change everything...... But it's a dream, and your actions don't really change anything."

Yuan Zhinu whispered.

"It's not about changing anything, it's just something I'm supposed to do, both in reality and in fantasy."

Lu Mingfei said, "This is also your trial."

"My ...... Trials?"

"I think you should know by now what your mission is in our warband."

"Remember what you see, make it a part of your memory, and the new members of the warband will be tested by courage and battle on this dream battlefield."

Lu Mingfei said.

White Chapel