"This is, Vision?"

He seemed to understand something, and stood up and looked around the examination room.

All the candidates were in a state of confusion, some were crying, some were dancing alone, and some were crawling on the ground like snakes.

Then, intermittently, they stop moving, return to their seats and write a twisted text, and continue to go crazy.

"It's a feast of heresy."

Anger was rising, a scene he had seen countless times, each time ending with a world being cleansed.

"This blasphemous ritual must be stopped."

Lu Mingfei clenched his fists, intending to stop all this by physical means.

At this point, the music on the radio switched from rock to a classical ballade.

“Wer reitet so spät durch Nacht und Wind？ (Who is running in the night and the wind at this time?) ）”

Accompanied by tense piano accompaniment, chanting like a devil's whisper echoed in the examination room.

"That's a pretty good tune, isn't it? Brother. ”

Lu Mingze sat on his shoulder, his eyes closed, and he had an expression of quiet listening and appreciation.

He dangled a pair of legs, wearing small white square-mouth leather shoes on his feet, a small black suit, and a white silk scarf, like a little gentleman.

His appearance was both abrupt and natural, as if he had never left, just never noticed.

"Did you do that?"

Lu Mingfei asked coldly.

"Of course not. They became like this because of the dragon blood in their bodies. ”

Lu Mingze opened his eyes and said with an aggrieved expression.

"Then what are you doing here?"

He ignored the little devil's pretense.

"To help you, of course. Don't you want to pass the 3E exam? ”

Lu Mingze put away his aggrieved expression.

"If you can really read minds, you should know that passing is what I want."

Lu Mingfei said.

"But I pressed my brother to win."

Lu Mingze said with a grin.

"What do you want to do?"

His tone was cold.

"Of course, let my brother see it."

The little devil snapped his fingers, and countless darkness swarmed in.

Only a glimmer of light loomed ahead, like an unattainable hope.

"Go ahead, brother."

Lu Mingze said in a sad tone.

As if he had been ordered, Lu Mingfei's body moved on its own and walked towards the glimmer of light.

At the other end of the light is a spear-like obelisk.

"Never."

He didn't know what it was, but it definitely wouldn't be a good place.

A will as hard as a neutron star locked his body, and Lu Mingfei's body twitched like a broken puppet.

"Why resist? Brother. Why don't you let go of your false memories and see your true self. ”

Lu Mingze sighed.

"Fighting for the survival of humanity is the only truth."

His teeth bumped against each other, and he slurred the words.

The sadness on Lu Mingze's face was even worse, and he was just about to speak, when a cry pierced the endless darkness.

"For the sake of humanity and the Emperor, forward! Advance! ”

The Crimson Star's original and most common warcry was once again shouted by its elders.

Countless golden rays of light burst out of his body, piercing the darkness and dyeing the glimmer of light a cold gold.

"It's a ghost."

Lu Mingze's face was gloomy.

Lu Mingfei strode out, as if wearing a full set of finishing armor, and stepped forward with a majestic and heavy step, rushing into the golden light gate.

As soon as he stepped out, it was no longer the spire beneath his feet, but a land covered with red sand.

"Planet Kong-3!"

Lu Mingfei immediately remembered where this was, and his facial expression became extremely complicated in an instant.

"Brother Lu Mingfei, what are you waiting for?"

A voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and he touched it in surprise, only to touch a helmet.

"This is..."

Lu Mingfei looked down, and there was already a power sword shining with light blue light in his hand, and he was already wearing a complete set of Mark III power armor on his body.

"Destroy the aliens!"

He swung his power sword and rushed forward.

Countless space marines suddenly appeared around him, charging with him.

All Space Marines have the same logo painted on their shoulder armor, a shining red pentagram.

When the Space Marines launch a group charge, even the planets tremble.

However, when the enemy appeared in front of them, Lu Ming hesitated unusually for a while.

Because it's not the army of space undead in memory, but metal dragonmen head after head.

Lu Mingfei didn't understand, but it didn't matter.

On this battlefield that almost wiped out the Crimson Star, as long as it is an alien, it must be destroyed!

"For the sake of humanity and the Emperor, forward! Advance! ”

Lu Mingfei, a veteran of the war group with a gold and two silver service nails nailed to his forehead, held a fully loaded power sword high and charged towards the endless dragon group.

Outside the examination room, Masashi Toyama waited with a nervous face and a medical suitcase.

As soon as a student is too severely mentally shocked, he will immediately rush in.

But for now, everything is within normal limits.

Except for the S-class freshman who has never been in the play.

"Isn't he reacting to Long Wen?"

Masashi Toyama wondered.

"It can't be. Dragon Wen is something rooted in the blood of the dragon clan, just like the knee-jerk reaction, as long as it is a half-blood, it is impossible not to react. ”

Professor Manstein shook his head.

"Maybe he's just he's too calm. Nono, I remember that you were quite calm when you took the 3E exam. It seems that 'Vision' is nothing new to you. ”

Masashi Toyama said.

"Because my first 'vision' happened when I was very young, and I was used to it during the 3E exam."

Said the girl known as Nono.

"What did you see for the first time in your 'vision'?"

Masashi Toyama asked curiously.

He is a faculty member of the Faculty of Psychology, and "Spiritual Vision" is one of his research subjects.

"My mother was lying on the bed when a shadow came over and sucked her soul away. I could even see the shadow's face. ”

Nono said it without recollection, as if that scene had happened a second ago.

"Oh? It's really rare to have such a strong sense of realism, and most people only see some indescribable phenomena. ”

Masashi Toyama was even more curious.

He was about to speak to Nono in detail when he was interrupted by Professor Manstein.

"You'd better take a look at that S-class, he's moving."

"What?!"

Masashi Toyama quickly turned his gaze back to the examination room.

The S-class freshman, who was originally out of place, suddenly stood up at this moment.

The majestic muscles tensed, holding the slim school uniform slightly deformed.

His hands were clasped in front of his chest, and the whole person showed a posture of poised to attack.

"Oops!"

Masashi Toyama immediately became nervous, and as a kendo master, of course he understood.

It's a sword-wielding position, and the blade is about to be swung.

Although Lu Mingfei did not have a sword in his hand, with his strength, it was not a problem to hammer a few candidates to death with his bare hands.