"No, the authority to modify the body is limited to me for the time being."

Before His Majesty's new Astarte genetic project was completed, Lu Mingfei still wanted to keep the "prototype" of his brothers' bodies, so as not to interfere with His Majesty's project.

He has the strong vitality of the "Yaqi" of the speech spirit, and there will not be too much psychological burden to carry out the transformation of the prosthetic body, so it is good to tear it down and grow a new body when the emperor needs him.

"Commander, your favorite 0.75 explosive gun caliber, twin barrels, maximum lethality and precision range of one hundred and twenty meters, after six shots, you need to carry out a maximum of twenty seconds of alchemy pattern cooling before you can continue shooting; If it's overloaded, it can shoot ten times in one go, but the cooldown will have to be extended to fifty seconds; ”

"The palm part of the hand has also been strengthened, and it is no problem to dry explode the ten-millimeter steel plate with a punch in the charged state; Considering that the regiment commander, you are going to Siberia, I have also added an additional heat rune, and you can use your hands as a warm baby if necessary......"

While talking about the functions of the prosthetic body, Old Tang manipulated the ring-shaped alchemy device to combine the alchemy bionic forearm with Lu Mingfei's body, and the light continued to leave complex and delicate alchemy patterns at the junction.

Fingal watched this fantastical but exquisite scene in amazement, except for the vice-principal Tutor Flamel and some families with alchemical heritage, many half-bloods still have a conceptual impression of alchemy in the Middle Ages, turning stone into gold;

It can be seen that this is more complex than the integrated circuit, but it is impossible to understand the mysterious construction of the alchemy matrix, which is obviously another new technology tree in addition to human physical technology.

Fortunately, those dragon kings in the past were not self-motivated, and they didn't know how to make good use of this technology, otherwise they would have set foot in space and conquered the solar system to directly reduce the dimensionality of medieval humans.

Lu Mingfei looked at the bionic prosthetic body and thought of the war-torn universe, the injured brother, the power fist, and the battle of slaughterhouse No. 3...... Finally, I thought of Calga, the hero of the Ultramarines, the Lord of Otlama who used a pair of huge and powerful Seiko power fists and a storm blaster under it.

He hadn't seen the hero Calga, but he had seen a portrait of the warrior - the Weepers had rejected the Iron Halo of Honor (a round iron ring mounted on a power pack or neck armor as a prestigious honor attached to a power pack or neck armor as a prestigious honor with ancient technology that could create a deflected stance of protection) because they believed they had failed to protect the civilians of the Empire;

Despite this, this behavior still disgusted a large number of Ultramarines sub-groups, and the latter few more "nimble" Weeper fighters chose to give the Ultramarines and their various sub-groups as gifts by depicting the heroic appearance of the Calga Warbands as a portrait-

The painting of the Sons of Saint Reles is top-notch, which prevents the reputation and popularity of the Weepers from becoming worse.

His Majesty the Emperor has taught himself to think more...... What if it were your own?

Shame to accept this iron halo, so as to unite with the other brothers, and show the noble demeanor of the son of Holy Lies, even if he is born from a cursed army? Then find an opportunity to get more material and equipment support, and save the emperor's people in a better and more perfect state?

……

"That's it!"

While Lu Mingfei's thoughts were flying, the alchemy sergeant finished his "operation", the bionic skin had covered the alchemy forearm prosthesis, and the hidden layered structure gap was replaced by an artistic tattoo, which looked no different from a normal person's arm.

Lu Mingfei tried to move his arms and fingers, but his dexterity and sensitivity were not hindered in the slightest, and when he clenched his fists, he could clearly feel that the power core of the bionic prosthesis was activated, accumulating energy.

"Not bad. What about the net moon? Has His Majesty given it to you? He nodded in satisfaction, the ranged weapon was solved, and then the sacred melee weapon was next.

The alchemical weapon "Jingyue" was handed over to His Majesty the Emperor after the battle to wipe out the Demon Lord of All Changes, and I don't know what kind of mysterious sublimation it was going to carry out - the last sublimation transformed Jingyue from an alien alchemy weapon into a divine weapon capable of truly obliterating the demons of the subspace.

The last such divine weapon was the sacred sword that the emperor held when he was still walking in the world.

"No," Old Tang shook his head, "I guess it's still being rebuilt by His Majesty the Emperor, to be honest, it's just that the alchemy weapons forged by the second generation are indeed a bit unworthy of His Majesty the Emperor's BUFF." ”

He leaned into Lu Mingfei's ear and whispered, "And the emperor is ...... It doesn't seem like you want you to get into the habit of relying on the power of faith early on. ”

"Relying on the power of faith?" Lu Mingfei was stunned, and for a while he didn't understand what the alchemy sergeant meant's words meant, and almost thought that His Majesty the Emperor felt that they were not loyal enough.

But think about it...... He did rely a little too much on the power of faith.

When the Emperor bestowed upon him this divine power, every time he entered a battle, he was the first to enter that "Sage State", as if he could not destroy the Emperor's enemies on his own without that powerful physical buff.

If you continue to rely on it like this, will there be a situation in the future where you and the soldiers of your own legion will not dare to continue fighting once they lose the blessing of the power of faith? What a shame.

You know, there are also countless mortal soldiers in that universe who are fighting desperately to protect humanity, praying to the emperor for the emperor's protection, and even if they don't have the power of faith, they are not afraid to turn their laser guns at the terrifying human enemies, such as the savage war madman Greenskin, the super-highly evolved biochemical locust Tyrann, and the heretic Astarte, who has also been genetically modified but has betrayed the emperor......

"I see. I will not let His Majesty down in any way. Lu Mingfei nodded solemnly.

"Although I don't know what you understand, Commander, I still have melee weapons ready for you......" Old Tang waved his hand, only to see a familiar bronze box flying under the traction of the magnetic field.

"Seven deadly sins? That's the best piece of equipment indeed. ”

Fingal rubbed his hands and recognized that the bronze box contained the "Seven Deadly Sins", a combination of cold weapons forged by the top-level alchemy technology that only the "fully formed" old Tang could use, and it was only an ethereal legend among the half-breeds.

They are now the preserve of the Sword of Revelation Legion.

"Ahem, in order to implement the righteous spirit of the emperor and the head of the regiment, they have now been officially renamed the 'Seven Virtues'."

Old Tang snapped his fingers, and the alchemy matrix on the surface of the bronze box lit up with a faint light, transforming into a sharp metal flower in the exquisite decomposition and deformation, and seven metal swords with different shapes and lush patterns lay quietly on each bronze petal.

"They are humility, forbearance, reason, diligence, generosity, temperance, chastity."

"Quite positive!" Fingal gave a thumbs up.

"That has to be. I've lifted the restriction on their pedigree use, and not only are they pretty obedient now, but wielding them doesn't have the same lack of energy as they used to be. Old Tang smiled, and took out the horse chopping knife that was previously called Rage and now called 'Reason' from the bronze flower.

"I've reworked it, and I'm sure you'll like it, Commander."

Old Tang solemnly presented "reason" to Lu Mingfei's hands, and at the moment when Lu Mingfei's palm touched the hilt, the "living spirit" in the knife body also seemed to be inspired, and the blade of the knife was reshaped like a melt, and the unknown alchemy realm shrouded the blade with a scorching light, and the blade, which was originally only four feet long, was directly extended to two meters, and the smooth edge of the blade turned into a sharp tooth blade, and sharp serrations like dragon's teeth protruded from the blade.

Lu Mingfei remembered the alchemy chainsaw sword "Tooth of Faith Destruction" that was damaged in the Vatican, but the size of this "sanity" belonged to the level that required dual wielding even if Astarte used it.

"How are we going to carry this treasure with us? It can't be hidden in your chest, right? ”

Fingal chose "generosity", formerly known as "greed", an alchemical weapon that resembles a broadsword in medieval England. The enlarged version of the weapon used by Wallace was already 1.8 meters long before the alchemy field was activated, and such a sharp weapon with a wide opening and closing was very suitable for him in the state of "Bronze Throne".

"Don't worry about this," Old Tang snapped his fingers again, and the "generosity" in Fingal's hand shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally evolved into a silver-white sword emblem ring.

Although the weight did not change, it seemed to conform to the law of conservation of energy, but this operation almost shocked Fingal to worship the alchemy sergeant as Doraemon.

"Then why don't you just make a few shrunken blasters? Wouldn't that be more convenient? Fingal questioned again.

"I won't be for the time being," Old Tang shrugged his shoulders and expressed helplessness, "Speaking of this luxurious configuration of personal equipment, coupled with the invincible Grand Master of the Road, such a powerful force, what else can Moscow and Siberia stop you?" ”

"Maybe a large group of Soviet captains? Or a whole bunch of clone leaders? ”

……

When Fingal began to giggle with Old Tang again, Lu Mingfei was thinking to himself. After a while, he asks Eva about Principal Angers.

"Principal Ange's physical function is still recovering, and although he is completely out of danger, I am afraid it will take some time for him to wake up."

It seems that there is no way to talk to Ange before leaving. There must be something deeper about his origins.

Lu Lincheng and Giovanni, their biological parents in their hometown, have been fighting in that dark universe for more than a hundred years, and their initial thoughts have become extremely thin under the washing of blood, and now Lu Mingfei is not as eager for family affection as he imagined...... Didn't even pay much attention to it.

But His Majesty the Emperor asked him to go to Siberia to trace his origins, so he had to find them and ask them clearly - Lu Mingfei had already prepared the worst background, for example, Lu Lincheng and Giovanni were actually dragon aliens, and he was also hatched from an egg......

"Let's go...... Let's go to Moscow and look at my top-secret file. ”

(End of chapter)