Lu Mingfei was slightly stunned, the hazy golden light on the surface of his body similar to his own body delayed his "purification instinct" to slash with a sword.

After all, the other party was "drilled" from a alien body occupied by demons, and in the past, Lu Mingfei had only seen such scenes on those filthy Zerg aliens, and after some insects were killed, several smaller dangerous insects would drill out of their bodies to give people a fatal blow that caught people off guard.

Judging by his size, the other party seems to be a human.

Lu Ming stepped forward vigilantly with the Pure Moon Holy Sword, and saw the face of the naked figure clearly, and his expression suddenly became a little complicated.

Ronald, a former alchemy sergeant who defected and fled. Tang Dynasty...... Or Norton, the king of alien bronze and fire.

Whether it's out of Astarte's hatred of the aliens, or whether the Demon Lord of Changeability will be left behind, or whether it is to give this former "brother" one last decent ...... Lu Mingfei had a reason to stab the opponent's heart with a sword, and then cut off his head to give him a clean death.

Even if he had forged a new Warframe for the warband and left a teleportation matrix to this place before transforming back into the alien dragon lord Norton, he might still be loyal to the Weeping Angel - Astarte's concept does not have anything to atone for his sins, whether active or passive, betraying humanity and the Empire is the only way to be executed, let alone Ronald. Don is still a dangerous alien.

But Lu Mingfei still hesitated, and slowly lowered the raised blade.

"Since the Emperor's power is protecting it, leave it to His Majesty the Emperor himself...... My rash execution is considered an act of transgression. ”

He stared at the familiar face for a long time, took a deep breath, and dragged the naked, unconscious former alchemy sergeant out of the burning alien wreckage.

After confirming with his own eyes that there were no traces of the rest of the demons, Lu Mingfei's light wings erupted from the shining flames, carrying Ronald . Tang rushed straight to the top of the Bronze City.

At this time, the roar of the blast gun at the top of the Bronze City had just ended.

The "Emperor" was surrounded by seven weeping Astartes, and hundreds of bombs tore his body apart nearly ten times, just to allow the calm boy to observe more closely.

"Please leave me alone! I'm willing to serve you! ”

He pleaded. It wasn't that he didn't want to resist, but the golden-armored angel with the golden mask stood quietly behind the boy - the other party's strength was suffocating, he had witnessed the fall of the White King, and he had also witnessed the unilateral explosion of the Demon Lord in the form of the Dragon King just now.

The "Emperor" did not think that he had the power to match that angel, and the realm of the "Eight Confusions" was not endless, and the self-healing speed of his body had visibly slowed down.

"I have no mercy for the aliens who have taken refuge in Chaos." The boy just replied indifferently, without any emotional fluctuations on his face.

"Then why...... Can he? The "Emperor's" shattered head widened his eyes and saw Lu Mingfei appear carrying a naked and unconscious man - it seemed to be ...... Norton in human form?!

Then he immediately shouted as if he had grasped a life-saving straw: "I can dedicate to you all the secrets and knowledge I know about the dragons!" ”

The boy ignored him, and he turned to walk towards Lu Mingfei, and Holy Leno stepped forward with a sword entwined with silver arcs.

"By your will, the Chaos Demon has been thoroughly purified."

Lu Mingfei knelt down on one knee and saluted the boy.

"Hmm." The boy just nodded, as if it were a matter of course, and fixed his gaze on the figure he was carrying.

Lu Mingfei felt the boy's gaze, and hurriedly put the former alchemy sergeant he was holding in his hand on the cold bronze ground.

"You made the right choice. It's not sincere, but at least you've kept him alive until now. ”

The boy leaned over and pressed his palm against Ronald. On Tang's chest, the hazy golden light on the surface of the other party's body seemed to be inspired or attracted, and began to burrow into the inside of the body.

Soon, Ronald. A golden lamp seemed to light up in Don's body, and the light clearly reflected his bones, organs, and tissues in the boy's eyes.

"Your will protects him, and I hastily decide his life and death for the sake of trespassing against Your Majesty." Lu Mingfei was a little uneasy, not quite understanding the meaning of the boy's words.

"It's his own choice," the boy shook his head slightly, "it's his own humanity that determines all this, and the power of faith responds to him." In belonging to Ronald. In Tang De's consciousness, he did regard himself as a human and stuck to it to this day. ”

"......" Lu Mingfei was a little stunned, and cast his eyes on the former alchemy sergeant who was still unconscious.

From the perspective of a weeper who has been fighting with the Zerg Alien for many years, it's as ridiculously blasphemous and untrustworthy as hearing the "Gene Stealer" think of himself as a human.

But soon, he remembered the "Emperor's Scythe" warband that fought alongside the Weepers, and many warriors who were infected by the Gene Stealers while they were on the verge of delisting and destruction, but despite this, they persevered, and some of the warriors who had undergone physical mutations chose to turn into flames of revenge and completely burned out in the battle against the Tyranids......

The mixing of many thoughts and ideas made Lu Mingfei's thinking a little divergent, and finally he regrouped his mind and chose to give up thinking - the emperor's will was in front of him, and everything was left to him to decide.

"The alien knowledge and technology at his disposal are just as valuable. At least for now, I can save the effort of training a new 'Alchemy Sergeant' for your legion." ”

The boy's mouth was slightly upturned, as if he was smiling at something interesting—which made Lu Mingfei stunned again.

But soon the smile disappeared again, and the boy's expression returned to the calm and indifference of Fang Cai:

"Go and catch up with your brothers. Unfortunately, if you've been to the depths of the palace, I'll be able to call for more resources. ”

“…… By your will, Your Majesty. ”

Lu Mingfei didn't ask about the meaning of the boy's words very sensibly, got up from the ground, and saw the holy Leno behind the boy and the bright yellow tall figures on both sides of the guard.

……

The war on the ground is also coming to an end, and the heretic legion concocted by the Lord of Changeability has been devastated by the mysterious array of black-armored warriors, and the weepers who have landed behind are just as valiant, but they cannot compare to their efficiency.

The black-armored warriors had not uttered a single battle cry from the time they landed until the end of the battle, silent and efficient, and after killing the last of the blasphemous creatures, they reformed into a uniform array on the side of the line with heavy steps, standing still like an eternal metal statue.

The remaining weepers, Astarte, and the mortal armed minions took up the task of clearing the battlefield, piling up the remaining heretical creatures in one place and burning them in the fire; A large part of the heretical creations were burned to ashes by the weapons in the hands of the black-armored warriors and even the flames on their bodies, so the work was not too heavy.

Chu Zihang and Fingal were sent to the top of the Bronze City by the Weepers in the Storm Eagle gunboat, and under Lu Mingfei's signal, they each broke away from their own alchemy armor - compared to the tall power armor warriors next to them, they felt like children imitating adults on stilts, which was a little unnatural.

Lu Mingfei first saluted the noble angel of Holy Leno, and then looked at the weepers Astartes who were guarding him with some trepidation—

He felt very excited and excited, this was different from the illusion of the last "mirage", they were all real weeping brothers who had fought side by side with him!

He quickly recognized the previous fighting brothers who wanted to rescue him through the Gothic numbers on the power armor livery, and tentatively asked in Gothic:

"Company Commander Clarence?"

One of them, Astarte, was stunned, as if surprised that the "Emperor's Sage" knew his name.

He hung the blaster back on the magnetic tape at his waist and took off his helmet to reveal a resolute man's face; Two gold and one silver service spikes are pierced into his forehead, representing veterans of the Badab War and the Atonement Expedition who had fought in the Weepers for at least two and a half centuries.

Although his face was covered with the wounds and frosts of war, it still could not hide the handsomeness of the dark universe that belonged to the heirs of the Holy Lies.

He walked forward with a simple courtesy, and his voice was calm and powerful:

"Commander of the 1st Combat Company of the Weepers. Fitz, homage to the Emperor Sage. ”

For a while, Lu Mingfei didn't know how to respond.

This company commander of Clarence is his senior, and he is also his sword teacher, and all the sword skills of the Holy Blood Angel were taught by the other party himself when he was a recruit.

But his current identity is Lu Mingfei, a sage whose form is close to that of the Great Emperor, and has nothing to do with the weeping champion warrior Katos.

"Now it's ...... The first year of the Imperial Calendar M41? ”

After a while, he still wanted to ask about the time before he came.

"Nine hundred and ninety-five, Sage." There was obviously a trace of confusion and confusion on Company Commander Cranes' face, but he still answered truthfully.

"It's been two years......

Lu Mingfei remembered that when he "died", it was the year 993, and less than a year after he returned to his hometown, two years had passed in that dark universe.

Of course, he didn't dwell too much on it, and the concept of time didn't exist in subspace...... Lu Mingfei looked at the conspicuous bright yellow figures below the Bronze City, and then looked at the huge battle barge of the Mother of Tears hovering over the sky, feeling a little bad in his heart.

The number of Astartes...... Too little.

"How many battle brothers are left in the warband now?" Lu Mingfei asked a little nervously.

"With the addition of the recruits who are still undergoing their final surgery, there are two hundred and ninety-two fighters left in the Weepers. With the exception of the Mother of Tears, which was stationed in one company, the other brothers were deployed on other ships. ”

"There are less than three companies left......"

Lu Mingfei felt a pang of worry, for the weepers, a ship-based warband that wandered away from the empire's frontier market and often fought against aliens, the fewer reliable fighters there were, the closer the warband would be to being destroyed and removed.

He looked down at the Bronze City again, as if looking for a familiar and respectful figure.

But nothing came of it.

"Malakin ......" Lu Mingfei swallowed his saliva very uneasily, his voice trembling slightly, "Battle group leader...... Is he on the boat? ”

"The Captain died in battle last year." Clarence said with a sad face. The rest of the Astartes also bowed their heads in grief.

Uncontrollable sadness welled up from the heart, and the unreformed tear glands shed a crystal liquid as an organ to express emotions for the second time after Lu Mingfei returned to his hometown. Faintly, he seemed to hear a soft sigh from behind the perfect golden mask of Holy Leno.

(End of chapter)