Two fleshy wings grew out of Izanami's back, floating in the air.

And Lu Mingfei stood on the ground and looked at her coldly, there was not much spiritual energy left, and he had to be careful with his calculations.

"Rebel, you have one more chance to swear allegiance."

Izanami said condescendingly.

She stared at Lu Mingfei's eyes, her expression was very greedy.

Not to himself, but to the psionic light in his eyes.

"You've got too much, Alien."

Lu Mingfei said coldly.

"Then you will die! Come out, my king's army! ”

Izanami shouted.

Countless colorful bubbles fell from the sky, bursting instantly when they touched the ground, revealing the existence inside.

It was pure-blood dragon after pure-blood, with huge wings folded, the smallest of which was as tall as a three-story building.

They bowed their heads in submission to Izanami, who looked nostalgic.

This is the subordinate she has been cultivating since she became a white priest, and it is also the beginning of her ambition.

Unfortunately, in the end, it fell short.

However, as long as she is alive, everything can be done again.

"I'm going to send it now."

Fingal covered his face as he watched the dragons dance around below.

Even if Lu Mingfei can fight again, it is impossible for him to fight so many pure-blood dragon clans.

At the same time, he thought maliciously that the school board members were usually happy to meet a three-generation seed that had not woken up, and if they knew that there were so many lively second-generation species here, they would definitely rush over excitedly.

Surely you wouldn't play dead and wait for the fisherman to make a profit, would you?

"Let's go down."

Chu Zihang was just about to let the Thunder Eagle gunboat descend, when a bunch of rainbow bubbles suddenly floated down from the sky.

"Isn't it? And also. ”

Fingal was completely numb, and now it was really incurable.

Izanami looked at the bubbles with a mocking face, neither in number nor size, as powerful as her king's army.

A monkey is a monkey, and neither imagination nor experience can compare to the dragons.

Now, it's time for war.

"I am the Emperor of White!"

Izanami's voice pierced through the sky.

"Destroy the unsubordinate for my emperor!"

The dragons raised their heads in response, and their roars resounded throughout the Night Eater.

“Waaaaaagh！”

Larger, more cheerful, louder voices overwhelmed the roar of the White King's army.

Lu Mingfei looked at the strangely shaped creatures in front of him, and the familiar noise made him feel a rare headache.

Why can't he completely get rid of this group of green plants in another universe!

"What's that?"

Fingal looked at the group of green creatures with seven points of curiosity and three points of egg pain.

Especially after seeing a green creature look at the muzzle of its own gun with its eyes and then shoot itself in the head.

"Orcs, also called Greenskins."

Chu Zihang replied.

Lu Mingfei told him about this kind of difficult enemy, and he was ranked at the top of the list of the most hated enemies.

Fighting chaos can get honor, fighting the spirit clan can protect the route, and fighting space necrons can gain some alien technology, and exchange it for things with the Cult of Science and Technology.

And playing the green skins, often with nothing but losses and a bigger war.

As for the Tyranids? It is tied with the greenskins for the top spot.

"Is there such a creature on Earth?"

Fingal began to doubt his common sense.

"No, it's a creature from another universe, it's just embodied by the spirit of words."

Chu Zihang shook his head and said, he had already roughly guessed the effect of this word.

The greenskins began to look around after a while, and their surroundings were strange to them.

But it doesn't matter, they care more about whether there's something worth fighting.

They quickly set their eyes on Lu Mingfei, who calmly and vigilantly looked at them.

"Boss Bone, there's a big shrimp guy!"

A fart diligently reports to the greenskinned boss.

Farts are the lowest class of the greenskins, usually with large, flat, pointed heads and wide, broken ears.

Their mouths are full of sharp fangs, ready to bite, their eyes always twinkling with malice, waiting for every opportunity to use violence.

That being said, they are often only responsible for logistics and as a punching bag for the greens.

The Greenskinned Boss is a big guy between the Greenskinned Warlord and the ordinary Greenskin, who is bigger, stronger, and richer than the ordinary Greenskin.

They are usually attached to the general's subordinates, and are in charge of affairs in the general's absence.

However, if the planet you are born on is small enough and your personality is relatively independent, the Greenskin Boss will also lead the way alone.

When it is big enough and strong enough, it will be automatically promoted to the Green Skin.

Normally, with the exception of a green-skinned warlord's pet, the farts usually don't have the opportunity to report directly to the boss.

However, this tribe is still in its infancy, so even the fart has the opportunity to pat the boss's ass.

In fact, it's a promising tribe, as the Greenskinned Boss wears a set of red and yellow armor.

When a Greenskin Boss has enough teeth (Greenskins), he can pay them to the Gigger to customize an exoskeleton that can wrestle his wrist with the Space Marine Terminator's Power Armor.

When they put on this exoskeleton, they became super heavy bosses, small arms were itching to them, and anti-tank weapons were hit by Scroog.

The bone boss looked at Lu Mingfei, and there was a big doubt in his small eyes.

"Big shrimp?"

It thought about it, no, he didn't have cans.

"Psionic shrimp?"

No, it doesn't smell of nerves.

It wasn't canned shrimp, and it wasn't psionic shrimp, the bone boss lost interest in Lu Mingfei and turned his head to look at the sky.

The Thunderhawk gunboat caught its eye, and the Bone Boss smiled happily.

"It's a canned flyer, boys, fire!"

The Bone Boss gave an order, and countless strange-shaped weapons did not fire tacitly at all.

"Climb!"

Lu Mingfei ordered in the communicator, before the Greenskin Boss gave the order to fire.

Although with the accuracy of the orc's shooting, there is a high probability that the gunboat will not be hit, but it cannot be risked.

His reminder was very timely, and a quick gun kid happily fired all the rockets in the blast in a completely deviated direction, and the rockets scurried through the air in a Brownian motion, and finally two of them hit the original position of the Thunderhawk gunboat.

"Boss Bone, that plane is gone."

The fart reported again, and was slapped ten centimeters short by the green-skinned boss.

As a rare mind-like among the greenskins, the Bone Boss calculated the attack distance.

By the time he finished his calculations, the Thunderhawk gunboat had already flown so far that it was out of sight.

“Waaagh!”

The boss is angry, and the consequences are serious.

It looked around, and then spotted Izanami flying in the air.

"There are birdmen in the sky! Boys, knock her down for me! ”

Boss Bones said excitedly.

“Waaaaaagh!”

The Greenskins let out a roar of excitement, slamming guns, charging guns, death guns, and various modified weapons into a random blast of Izanami and her one-kilometer radius.

(End of chapter)