Izanami's long, narrow eyes were fixed on the Thunderhawk gunboat, and her heart was filled with annoyance.

If it weren't for this group of damn humans, she wouldn't have hastily formed a cocoon.

It will not be interrupted because of the cocoon formation process, and it will appear in the image of this person who is not a dragon or a dragon.

However, she also appeared in a half-human form on purpose.

The appearance of the Eight Miscellaneous Snake is too bulky, and it is a little powerless in the face of a high-mobility and high-kill warrior like Lu Mingfei.

Now it is time to settle the sins of disobedience of this untouchable.

Izanami swung his sword and slashed, and endless thunder spawned in the sky, turning into a fanged dragon that tore through the Thunderhawk gunboat.

The various instruments in the cabin crackled with sparks, but Lu Mingfei's expression was calm.

Only sophisticated instruments are susceptible to electric shock, but the design of the Thunderhawk gunboat is only very high-tech, and the essence is that it is actually stupid and black, highlighting a solid and durable skin.

Sure enough, after a flash of lightning, wisps of black smoke came out of the cabin, but the body was not actually affected.

Izanami frowned deeply, what the hell was this, and it could actually stand under the attack dominated by the thunder.

Could it be the latest alchemy product of human research?

She looks down on humans, but she values them.

Izanami was well aware of the potential of these monkeys who dared to steal the power of the dragons in various ways, otherwise she would not have used all kinds of promises to convince humans to join her army of rebels against the Black King.

Populations that are not strong enough are not even qualified to be cannon fodder.

However, her evaluation of humanity does not stop there.

It's just a product of alchemy, but it's just some tricks.

The authority she holds is the ultimate in the world.

Izanami opened her five fingers at the Thunderhawk gunboat, and the Spirit of Heaven and Earth Flood Furnace was launched again.

The White King, who had been cocooned once, took another step forward in his control over the spirit of words, and the armor made of pottery steel could not resist the power of Long Wen, and began to distort and deform.

If this trend continues, everyone will be squeezed into meat sauce by this steel grave.

At this critical juncture, Lu Mingfei finally made up his mind.

He took out the miniature chanting table and said to the young girl.

"Let's get started."

"Yes."

The red-eyed Yuan Zhinu nodded, and activated the Spirit Dream Tapir.

Lu Mingfei's consciousness sank into the dream realm again, and countless fragments of dreams crossed in front of his eyes.

Some of them make him unforgettable, some of them make him heartbroken, and some of them make him angry.

But these are not what Lu Mingfei needs, what he needs now is the memory in his genes, the legacy left to him by his genetic father.

"Holy Emperor, please guide me in the right direction."

Lu Mingfei prayed silently in his heart.

A golden point of light jumped out of his chest and burrowed into the darkness.

"Thank you for your kindness."

Lu Mingfei said sincerely, and then let his consciousness enter the darkness.

"Your Excellency, you call me."

The warrior in the gray power armor came to the original body and bowed his head slightly.

The Primordial did not like to be bowed down, so this ritual was abolished in both its home planet and the Legion.

"Five, I've heard that your psionic talent isn't very high."

Primordial said.

"Yes, sir. When I was a mortal, I only had a Sigma level of psionic talent, and after becoming a Space Marine, I only had a Cauchy level. ”

Number Five said calmly.

The Empire divides psionics into 24 ranks, with the Cauchy class ranking 14th.

Among ordinary people, this is already a very high rank, and it needs to be closely monitored or directly executed.

But in the legions that are generally sensitive to psionic energy, this level can be said to be unprecedentedly low.

"Do you regret that?"

The original asked with interest.

"There are some, but not much. I believe in serving the Legion and the Empire, regardless of my talent. ”

Five asked.

Primitives were satisfied with his answer, and nodded approvingly.

The original is aware of the life of the warrior, who was rescued from an illegal cloning test base, where he was numbered Five.

After becoming a Space Marine, someone once suggested that he change his name, but the Five refused.

Only by remembering the past can we understand the preciousness of the present.

The original body appreciated his words.

"You should be able to guess that I didn't call you here to humiliate you."

"Yes, sir."

Five nodded.

His cloned genes came from a famous scholar, which gave him a genius IQ.

"My psionic powers have allowed me to foresee something, and there may be a brother of yours who needs my help in the future. But my strength is innate, and there is no way to teach him. ”

The original body said helplessly.

He and his brothers are the sons of the Emperor's own creation, and are born to be the most powerful beings in the galaxy.

From infancy, they possess unrivaled strength, and can slaughter even beasts that can kill space marines.

But this also makes it difficult for them to pass on their power to others, because they can't learn it at all, especially in psionic energy.

"So you found me, didn't you? My lord. ”

Number Five said.

"Yes, your company commander recommended you to me, and he said that you are very good at the delicate use of psionic powers."

The original nodded.

"That's right, sir."

Five said modestly.

"Are you willing to pass on your knowledge to your future brother?"

Primordial asked.

"It is my pleasure, my lordship. In fact, I'm working on a book on the subject and hope to be collected by the Legion's library. ”

Number Five said.

"I'm afraid your brother won't be able to read your writings."

The original man smiled.

Lu Mingfei, who was on the side, was a little embarrassed, he really had no talent in psionic energy, not only practically, but also theoretically.

"So how can I help him?"

Five asked.

"Let go of your mind, and I will pass your knowledge directly into his mind."

The original body said to him, but his eyes looked in Lu Mingfei's direction.

"Understood, sir."

Five walked up to the original body and crouched down on one knee, unsuspecting the top of his head.

"Don't rely on it too much, you don't have many opportunities to use it."

The original body whispered, then pressed his hand on Five's head.

"Warning, warning, 70% damage to the inner armor."

In the rush of the alarm, Lu Mingfei opened his eyes,

A ray of blue light escaped from the white light on the chanting platform and sank into his pupils.

In the next second, his eyes radiated a blue psionic light.

"Brother Lu Mingfei, are you okay?"

Chu Zihang asked with concern.

He felt that Lu Mingfei's expression was a little hideous.

Lu Mingfei shook his head, he didn't dare to speak, and as soon as he opened his mouth, there would be spiritual lightning spurting out.

"I'm going to fight the aliens, stay away."

The voice came directly into everyone's minds.

"Wow, Captain, is this your word? Telepathy, a bit of a pull. ”

Fingal exclaimed.

Compared to their words that either harden or explode, telepathy has a more magical feeling.

Lu Mingfei didn't explain, just shook his head, and jumped off the Thunderhawk gunboat.

As he fell, he stretched out his finger, and a tiny bolt of psionic lightning spawned on his fingertip before vanishing instantly.

In the next second, it appeared on top of Izanami's head, and it became as thick as a child's arm.

Biochemical psionic spells, biochemical lightning!

(End of chapter)