"Abaddon!"

Facing the great enemy standing on the mountain of corpses, Lu Mingfei let out a furious roar.

The corpses under his feet were all his fighting brothers.

"Lu Mingfei!"

Not to be outdone, Abaddon roared.

In this unprecedented battle, this warband elder also inflicted immeasurable losses on his black legion.

"Come on, let me see, how much dignity you still have as a warrior."

Lu Mingfei waved the "Cold Glory" in his hand, this holy relic was created by a super alpha-level psionic and a mechanical sage.

Even among the vast holy relics of the sea of stars, it is a rare treasure.

In the hands of this thousand-year-old veteran, it can even exert a power no less than that of the original weapon.

"I'll hang your head in my braids."

In the face of Lu Mingfei's provocation, Abaddon responded contemptuously.

Even after being battered by two Grey Knight squads, the Chaos Warlord still has terrifying profanity powers.

After all, the dignity of a warrior is only above the sword, and in the blink of an eye, the two giants collided together across a distance of more than twenty meters.

The Holy Sword collided with the Demon Sword, and the resulting shock wave even scraped off the ground by more than a dozen centimeters.

There were no more words, no more expressions, and there was only one god who could return to them.

One is an elder of the war group, and the other is a 10,000-year-old veteran, and their martial arts have reached the pinnacle of the whole galaxy.

There is no doubt about the will to fight on both sides, and it is the weapons that will determine the outcome in the end.

After another encounter, "Icy Glory" let out a groan of pain, cracks in its flawless blade, and a jumble of electricity from its powerful power field.

The Relic has reached its limit, after all, it is only a mortal artifact, and it cannot truly match the magic sword Draconion.

It was the magic sword that had seriously wounded the emperor, the product of the first murder of mankind, and a symbol of the destruction of the empire.

"Never!"

Lu Ming stared at the red and blue magic sword.

He would never allow anyone to harm the Emperor again, nor would he allow any being to destroy the Human Empire.

"Abaddon, come with me to meet the Emperor."

Lu Mingfei lunged forward, still piercing his chest with the magic sword.

At the same time, he swung the holy sword with all his might, cutting off half of Abaddon's neck.

"Die! For the sake of humanity and the emperor! ”

Lu Mingfei used his last strength, raised his head and hit the pigtail.

"Where am I?"

Lu Mingfei woke up from a sweet dream.

Space Marines don't dream, and the nerve knots implanted in their brains alter their sleep patterns, keeping them half awake forever.

And he dreamed of a glorious victory, the Chaos Evil Gods and their minions were overwhelmed by the massive Astarte and Astral Army, the Xenomorphs and Heretics were also destroyed by countless bipolar torpedoes, and the galaxy finally reaped purity and peace.

And he and his fighting brothers were finally able to let go of their eternal responsibilities and return to the field.

But this is obviously false, Lu Mingfei believes that day will eventually come, but it should be witnessed by his own hands, not in a dream.

"Who is it? A trick by the Wizard of Chaos? ”

He quickly sobered up and began to look around.

A small room full of all sorts of mortal things and unnecessary decorations.

On the opposite bed, a sleeping human boy was lying short, fat.

"There is no threat."

Lu Mingfei quickly made an assessment, and then fell into thought.

"Who is he?"

Using the meditation techniques taught to him by the White Scar Veteran, Lu Mingfei quickly entered the depths of the memory palace.

"He's Lu Mingze, my cousin."

"I'm Lu Mingfei, a freshman at Shilan High School."

It's a hassle to rummage through dusty memories, especially if you have memories of more than a thousand years.

Thankfully, White Scar's meditation skills lived up to his reputation, and he eventually remembered his experience before he traveled to the world of Warhammer.

"Are you back?"

Lu Mingfei was a little disappointed, but also a little relaxed.

In that war-torn world, he finally found the meaning of existence, and finally didn't know what loneliness was.

But thousands of years of endless fighting have also left him physically and mentally exhausted, and when he returns to this peaceful and safe world, he may be able to rest.

"Emperor, if this is your will."

Lu Mingfei prayed silently in his heart.

After a moment, his expression moved, as if he had received some revelation.

"Obey the emperor's orders."

Before the emperor gives a new order, Lu Mingfei will enjoy this precious leisure time.

"Brother, will you fight interstellar tomorrow?"

On the open laptop on the desk, a message came from a person with the ID "Old Tang" with the ID of a panda.

Interstellar? StarCraft.

He remembered the name of the game, which was his favorite entertainment before the time crossing, and the only thing he could be proud of.

Of course, now he doesn't need it anymore.

However, the word brother still touched Lu Mingfei.

"Sorry bro, I don't have time lately."

He replied politely.

Lu Mingfei didn't mind playing with Lao Tang, after all, before the crossing, the two were also very good netizens.

It's just that he hasn't played a game for thousands of years, and the operation has been completely forgotten.

Fighting against Lao Tang at such a level is not in line with Lu Mingfei's self-requirements, but also disrespectful to Lao Tang.

"Okay, then we'll talk about it when you have time. But it's so strange, don't you usually call me Don? ”

The old Tang on the other end seemed a little puzzled.

"All of them are brothers. Okay, my aunt is here, I'll go down first. ”

Lu Mingfei tried his best to imitate his former self, and found an excuse to slip away.

If he said a few more words, he was afraid that he would show his stuff.

Turning off the computer, Lu Mingfei went back to his bed and lay down.

He knew he had a lot to do, but right now, he just wanted to enjoy a real, complete sleep.

Still, the long-standing habit made him wake up early in the morning.

Lu Mingfei sat on the bed and was stunned for a while.

If he's still on the mothership, there's already a Warband Servant to clean his body and put on power armor.

But now, everything needs to be done by himself.

Not bad.

After all, while superhuman physique gives him extraordinary strength, it also gives him extraordinary trouble.

Lu Mingfei put on his clothes, ignored his cousin, who was sleeping like a pig, and went to the toilet to wash.

Basically, the whole process was very smooth.

He didn't use the wrong toothbrush or the wrong towel.

Although half of the toothpaste was squeezed off by him too hard, and the gums were bled out because he was too hard, as long as he destroyed the incriminating evidence, nothing happened.

"This body is too weak."

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

I am used to manipulating a power armor weighing several tons, and now I am operating this shell of more than 100 catties, and I will inevitably feel all kinds of inconveniences.

"It's time to get more exercised."

Even if they are temporarily retired, the emperor's warriors should have a strong physique.

"I need money."

While eating breakfast, Lu Mingfei said directly.

The three of them stopped their chopsticks and looked at him, not knowing what to say for a while.

They never remembered that Lu Mingfei still had such a reasonable time to ask for money.

He even rubbed the comics of Lu Mingze.

"What do you want money for?"

It was Uncle Lu Gucheng who reacted first and asked with some curiosity.

At the same time, he also had some speculation in his mind.

What do children in the first year of high school want money for, it is nothing more than going to Internet cafes, buying magazines, buying snacks, and at most buying milk tea for girls.

If the amount is not large, Lugu City is still willing to give it.

Although the financial power is not in his hands, he still saves a little money privately.

"Get a gym card."

Lu Mingfei replied.

"What?!"

The trio were collectively shocked.

Lu Mingfei said that he wanted to get a fitness card?

"Ahh

Lugu City let out a scream.

It turned out that the aunt pinched his thigh, making sure that he was not dreaming.

"No, just keep fitting, and don't go after a few days, it's a waste of money."

After confirming that it was not a dream, the aunt decisively refused.

"I'm going to stick with it and not waste money."

Lu Mingfei replied.

"That's not good, you don't know yet, you can do everything for three days to fish and two days to dry nets."

The aunt resolutely refused.

The main reason is that the fitness card is very expensive when it is heard, and Lu Mingze High School has more places to spend money, and she is reluctant to spend this money.

"The money my parents sent me should be enough."

Lu Mingfei looked at her.

More than enough, it should be more than enough.

He has parents he hasn't seen in years, and he regularly sends money back from abroad.

Thanks to that money, he can go to a private aristocratic high school, and his uncle and aunt can also buy a BMW with a small displacement.

The uncle has the money to buy some high-quality imitation brand, and the aunt can lose all sides on the mahjong table.

Even his cousin Lu Mingze can sprinkle coins in the school to spread the name of "Prince Ze".

Lu Mingfei didn't care too much, his parents didn't care about him, how high could he be of his uncle and aunt.

Now he doesn't care, as long as they meet his needs.

"How is it enough? Do you know how much you have to pay in a year's tuition? ”

The aunt choked for a moment, and immediately shouted again, not to be outdone.

"Okay, okay, it's a good thing that Ming Fei wants to work out, and he can also use it if he gets Ka Mingze."

Uncle played a round.

The aunt was stunned, and then looked at Lu Mingze, who was 160 tall and weighed 160.

"That's all."

She put down the 2,000 yuan and went back to her room.

Today their little sisters are going to a new teahouse to test the water, and they need to dress up.

Uncle squeezed his eyes at Lu Mingfei, and Lu Mingze glared angrily.

Lu Mingfei gave his uncle a smile back, but ignored Lu Mingze.

After changing his shoes and going out, Lu Mingze stopped him.

"Hey, you don't really want to go to the gym, do you?"

The gas canister said without politeness.

"Yes."

He nodded.

"As long as you're like this, fitness won't become handsome."

Lu Mingze said unhappily.

"Fitness is about getting stronger."

Lu Mingfei was in a good mood and didn't mind giving him a little patience.

"Getting stronger? What's the use of getting stronger? ”

Lu Mingze looked at him suspiciously.

"Twist the throat of fate."

When he said the last two words, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but show a sly smile.

The gas canister cousin was frightened and leaned back, and then forced to sneer out of pride.

"Hmph, the second disease."

And then he ran away.

"I'm a secondary school disease, what are you?"

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

Don't think he doesn't know, Lu Mingze's online name is "Lonely Snake", and he will post some photos of pretending to cut his wrists with red ink.

If he is sick in the second middle school, then Lu Mingze will be in the terminal stage of the second disease.

Lu Mingfei also built a trumpet called "The Nick of the Sunset", which was specially used to tease Lu Mingze.

Of course, he wouldn't be doing such a boring thing now.

The delicate Lori who once haunted the cousin of the gas canister can only forget about each other in the rivers and lakes since then.