But Lu Mingfei didn't feel joy for the first time, this may be the conspiracy of the Demon Lord of All Changes.

The favorite thing for these demons to do is to give humanity false hope, and then shatter the despair of enjoying a new life.

Judging from the panicked appearance of the Demon Lord of All Changes, neither the Holy Lenor nor the Mother of Tears flying out of the rift were false illusions—

This is a miracle from His Majesty the Emperor!

The Lord of Changeling was aware of the same - but the most threatening of an Astarte ship was undoubtedly the golden-masked angel.

From Doylos's point of view, the other party's "job agent" is the same as his own - in other words, the other party is equivalent to the great demon under the command of the damned, and in the past pleasant observation records, this "son of angel" has already coldly banished a considerable number of bloodthirsty demons when he went to the real world to save the angel's heir.

In a split second, it speculated on several possible outcomes of the battle—which were pitifully few, and each of them would have shattered its own interesting schemes;

In the next second, Doyros's molten golden eyes looked at Lu Mingfei, who was still restrained, and the sharp claws wanted to catch him, but he didn't know if he wanted to kill Lu Mingfei to destroy the emperor's plan first, or to make a deal with the emperor as a hostage.

But no matter which one it is, the emperor will not give it this chance.

Holy Leno swooped down with the white wings behind him, and landed in front of Lu Mingfei, blocking the dirty claw.

"'Son of Angels'...... Let's talk about an interesting bet, how about it? ”

Doilos curtly withdrew his claws and spoke in Gogothic, the fiery flame elemental gathering on his large, flaming bird-like body.

No words came from behind the perfect golden mask, and Holy Leno was silent, slashing at the demon with a sword entwined with silver arcs in his hand.

Doylus screamed, flapping his flaming wings and retreating as several pieces of the Bronze City's ground disintegrated in seconds and reformed into a blade of flame within his other claw, flattering the Holy Leno's attack.

The Bronze and Fire Lord's elemental authority seemed to be in tune with that of the Lord of Change, and the flames of various colors transformed into a storm of destruction to engulf Holy Leno, but the profane power dissipated silently within a few dozen yards of it.

Holy Leno pressed forward step by step, and the Demon Lord of All Transformations kept retreating.

At the same time, the "Mother of Tears", a huge battleship hovering in the sky and a mobile monastery of the Weeping Warband, also moved.

The huge row of guns on the side of the ship adjusted their muzzles to aim down at the pitch-black Xenomorph heretical legion below, while the particle light spear in the bow was aimed at the tall bronze city - now was not the time to fire, Holy Leno was battling the heretic demons, and there seemed to be mortals at the top who needed to be saved.

The next moment, something fell from the battleship one step ahead of the shells of the battleship's row of guns, Lu Mingfei's eyes widened, and those figures that fell like raindrops were actually Astarte.

Dressed in black power armor and adorned with the coat of arms of fire and the pure skulls of humans, golden-red flames erupting from the eyepieces and breathing bars of their pitch-black helmets, the warriors of Astarte were completely different from the Astarte warriors Lu Mingfei had seen before.

They fell from the sky, and the moment they landed unharmed, they raised their blasters and poured out their fury at the heretic-tainated aliens, the blue flames that tore apart and shattered the blasphemous creations of these demons.

A semblew of the Black-Armored Warriors landed at the rear of the Heresy Legion's front, where nearly thirty Blasphemous engines had been modified with Xenosaurs as "materials".

After being torn down the bronze ladder, Chu Zihang has been frantically besieged by these monsters. Although relying on the protection of the alchemy armor and the formation pattern to launch a plasma state "Jun Yan" counterattack to destroy a four-legged alien engine, under the siege of the other engines, the alchemy armor was also on the verge of collapse, and Chu Zihang was even ready to directly detonate the nuclear bomb on his back and die with these monsters.

Until those black-armored real Astartes descended from the sky.

The chainsaw sword roared, the blaster roared, and the black-armored warriors silently and efficiently tore a circle in the desecration engine with the weapons in their hands to protect Chu Zihang and began to move forward, and only then did Chu Zihang be shocked to find the huge steel battleship hovering in the sky.

The Xenomorph engines roared back in unison, their monstrous weapons firing wildly, trying to tear the black-armored warriors apart with fierce fire.

Yet the warriors continued to fight without hindrance, as if the deadly fire were nothing more than a splash; On the contrary, the chainsaw swords and blasters in the hands of the Blackarmor Warriors are destroying one profane engine after another at an efficient rate, and even the flames that ignite from their bodies are a disservice to the heretics.

Chu Zihang saw that the alien engine with thick spiked tentacles on its back tried to use the method to deal with several black-armored warriors, but its tentacles were burned to ashes the moment it touched the flames on the surface of the warrior's body, and then the black-armored warriors surrounded them, and the flamethrower in their hands spewed out raging flames to engulf the blasphemous engine.

The same is true of the Chaos Dragons, the demonic imitations of the "heretical Astartes" who bully the unmodified mortals, and when they encounter the real Astartes, they shatter at the touch of a button, and the blasters of the black-armored warriors spew blue flames in their hands to destroy one such botched imitation after another.

And the spirit of words controlled by the other party can only delay the time for itself to be destroyed, and it is difficult to effectively kill these black-armored warriors.

"Good ...... The Astarte that Lu Mingfei has been talking about really exists? ”

Fingal exclaimed, he was also supported by the Black-Armored Warriors as he was besieged by several Chaos Dragons.

After clearing the besieging heretics, the black-armored Astartes advanced in a less dense array, like a chariot of destruction, crushing and killing all the enemies that came their way.

There was a dull thunderous sound in the sky, and several bright yellow biplane aircraft flew out from under the massive steel battleship, flying to various positions on the battlefield.

It was the Storm Eagle gunboat of the Weeping Warband, one of them flew to the top of the Bronze City and hovered well, as the cabin door opened, several Astartes in bright yellow power armor walked out quickly, trained to guard the surroundings against heretical attacks, and the warriors led by Lu Mingfei, who was still bound by the purple energy beam, and he comforted softly in low Gothic:

"Don't worry, kid. The Emperor will bless you. ”

After roughly confirming that Lu Mingfei was not contaminated by Chaos, he pulled out his combat knife from his waist, trying to cut these materialized energy shackles and rescue this "child" - of course, if it was confirmed that this child had been contaminated, this combat knife would also give him an alternative rescue.

“……”

Lu Mingfei looked at the familiar power armor and the tearful and red-hearted paint on the shoulder armor in a daze-

This is not the last time he manifested in "Night Eclipse" through the "mirage" and spiritual power, but the real fighting brothers of the Weeping Warband, who may have fought alongside him!

"No, these blasphemous energy entities cannot be easily cut off. Let the Yerson brothers come, maybe his plasma cutter will come in handy. As soon as possible, we can't leave those mysterious black brothers alone. ”

The combat knife in the warrior's hand could not cut the energy shackles that bound Lu Mingfei, and he whispered to comfort Lu Mingfei while replying to the communicator.

At this moment, the almost non-existent hazy golden light on Lu Mingfei's body suddenly became dazzling again, and the profane viscous energy shackles quickly dissolved like ice cubes on fire, and the light returned into almost substantial wings and halos behind him.

The weepers were amazed at the sudden change, and all the fighters, including the warrior who wanted to save Lu Mingfei, quickly kept their distance from him, and the muzzles of their blasters were aimed at him - this was Astarte's instinct to deal with the unknown, and in that dark universe, the unknown often meant danger.

In this case, their benevolence to humanity will only be reflected in when the trigger of the blaster is pulled.

In the next second, a boy suddenly appeared in front of the weepers, with his back to them, and some of the warriors should have shifted their guns to the boy, but at this moment they all put down their weapons and knelt down to salute the boy.

When Lu Mingfei got up from the ground, he happened to meet the boy's calm gaze, and his eyes seemed to reflect the stars of new life and destruction.

"Your Majesty!"

Lu Mingfei immediately knelt down on one knee and bowed his head - this is not the first time that this kind of situation has happened when he encounters danger and needs to be rescued by His Majesty the Emperor himself, which makes him quite ashamed of himself who has always called himself "the emperor's warrior, protecting mankind for the emperor".

"There's no need to blame yourself, you're just slightly inferior in strength to your courage."

The boy didn't care about Lu Mingfei's emotions, but said calmly, "Now pick up your sword and go and destroy the remnant soul of that crow." ”