Chapter 120 Fragments

Human beings do not know that their world has just been on the brink of destruction, nor do they know that the great creatures that once ruled the world have almost torn the curtain and returned to the world again.

But Tokyo, Japan, has actually experienced the end of the world, with earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, tsunamis, and heavy rains...

On the satellite cloud display, you can see dense rain clouds gathering over the Tokyo metropolitan area, while from the ground, it is a dark swirling rain cloud surrounding Tokyo, mixed with lightning at an alarming frequency, as if it is destroying the world. The apostle is about to appear.

The major airports in Tokyo have fallen into a state of overcrowding and chaos. Countless people want to escape this doomsday city. Even the top leaders of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government are ready to bring His Majesty the Emperor to Kairun...

But suddenly, the downpour stopped, the sea tide began to recede, the cumulonimbus clouds that had accumulated in the sky dispersed, and the cold but bright winter sunshine fell on Tokyo, where half of the area was soaked in water.

The people who were panicking and crowded at the airport a second ago stopped and stared blankly at the blue sky and white clouds outside the floor-to-ceiling windows that still had traces of water flow.

It was as if the world had played a joke on them.

Even in the Nibelungs, the White King's awakening still brought disaster to Tokyo in the real world. He can stir up the magma tide in the ground with just one breath, and can make the four Japanese islands sink to the bottom of the sea by flapping his wings. .

And with the fall of King Bai, the vision of heaven and earth caused by him also disappeared.

Of course the citizens of Tokyo will not know all this. Except for the heads of the eight Sheqi families, no mixed race in the world will know that the white emperor who once dominated the world with the black emperor has been awakened, and has since returned from his authority. Fall on the throne.

There is currently only one person who knows about this battlefield and the outcome.

The old army that the White King is proud of may be able to level this world, but the human army that blocks him can roam across the stars.

Twenty minutes after his own fall, most of his old army was quickly destroyed by the Titan of God. As the last mixed-blood slave was killed by a bomb that shattered his head, something unknown in the Food of the Night was revealed. The war is completely over.

Word Spirit and Mirage With the demise of the releaser himself and the army of illusions, although the effects of the field still remain, it is only a matter of time before they disappear.

According to normal war etiquette, Lu Mingfei should express his gratitude to Ohm Messiah for his divine machine. However, due to the problem of mental energy consumption, he canceled the maintenance of the two warrior-level Titans and the Titan Guards——

If placed in that universe, this kind of rude behavior would definitely be punished by all the followers of the Mechanicus.

The Astartes of the three chapters, the Lamenters, the Salamanders, and the Emperor's Scythe, loudly praised the victory bestowed upon them by the Emperor and the Primarch, and fighting side by side with other battle brothers made them in high spirits.

Especially the mourners, the angel figure with outstretched wings in the sky made them shout the name of "Holy Lenor".

Lu Mingfei had not paid attention during the battle. It was not until the battle was over that he realized that these brothers looked so real, with flesh and blood and their own feelings.

Lu Mingfei even had the illusion that the people standing in front of him were actually brothers fighting in the dark and cold universe.

He wanted to step forward to talk to them, but he was surrounded by a group of ecstatic white-haired nuns. The fleur-de-lis mark on the bright red or black nuns' power armor was shining golden.

They were so beautiful, and the gazes on their pretty faces were so intense that Lu Mingfei, who was now able to think freely, couldn't help but suspect that the people who selected them might have impure motives.

However, with the fanaticism of the nuns, even if they praised their beauty, they would not feel honored. They would probably be disfigured immediately to prove that their dedication to the emperor was the most important thing.

"Thank you for your sacrifice in this battle. The Emperor's holy light will forever bless His loyal warriors."

Out of etiquette, Lu Mingfei expressed his gratitude to the battle sisters.

"Fighting for the Emperor is our duty, Saint."

The leading senior nun wore bright red power armor and stared at Lu Mingfei with her amber eyes. Under her leadership, all the battle nuns saluted him.

"..."

Lu Mingfei didn't know how to face them. He was an Astartes warrior, and his knowledge of the Emperor's Saint only existed in stories.

In order to avoid these troubles, after expressing his guilt to these emperor's daughters in his heart, Lu Mingfei released the spiritual power that maintained their illusion.

The figures of the battle sisters were shrouded in a hazy golden halo, and then slowly disappeared.

He breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the Astartes not far away, and walked quickly over.

"The Emperor's Saint has arrived."

The reactions of the Astartes varied.

Because of Holy Lenor, the Lamenters were the first to salute the Emperor's Saint to show respect, followed by the Emperor's Scythe. Only the Salamanders Chapter, as the founding group, was not too enthusiastic. Under the leadership of the commander, the Astartes wearing dark green power armor saluted Lu Mingfei out of respect for the emperor's will.

"..."

Even though Lu Mingfei had thousands of words in his heart that he wanted to share with his blood brothers, he couldn't express them at this time.

His current identity is Lu Mingfei, and his current state is very much like a saint blessed by the emperor.

Although the soul and mentality are the same, the identities are completely different. It is very difficult to integrate into them as before.

"The Emperor's glory will forever bless His loyal warriors."

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, put away the loss and peace in his heart, and spoke to the illusion of his brothers.

The spiritual power that manifested the Emperor's Scythe and the Salamander Chapter was released, and surrounded by a warm and hazy golden halo, their figures slowly disappeared.

The last is the weeper.

Even the Weepers in their heyday were not as numerous as the number of warriors gathered here. Many Astartes who died, disappeared, and died in the Badab War were embodied by Lu Mingfei, including He has become a champion warrior in the future.

A holy halo surrounded this warband that had been cursed with doom since its founding.

But the warriors of the Lamenters will not give up their original aspirations because of the cruel fate. Even if they are ostracized by the empire, misunderstood or even doubted by other war groups, and encounter all kinds of terrible heretics and aliens one after another...

They did not embrace blood thirst, nor did they fall into chaos. Instead, they have been protecting mankind in their own way, regardless of their own safety.

To use a popular saying, it is: Weepers will not be unhappy or even unfortunate because of their own bad life, so they will not help others or do nothing to save them.

"May your souls live eternally with Holy Leth under the light of the Golden Throne, brothers."

Lu Mingfei said softly, crossed his hands on his chest, and performed the final eagle salute to the real illusions of the mourners, completely releasing the spiritual power that maintained their existence.

Then, he felt the gaze on him and looked up, only to see the holy holy Lenno flapping his wings and slowly flying down, with the light spots turning into white feathers fluttering behind him.

Lu Mingfei's heartbeat began to accelerate suddenly again, and he hurriedly regained his composure. To the descendants of the Blood Angels, Holy Lenno was a legendary existence second only to the father of the Primarch, Holy Leth.

"It is an honor to meet you, Lord Holy Lenno."

"Alarming your incarnation is involved in the battle here. If there is any offense, please forgive me."

Lu Mingfei knelt down on one knee and performed the ancient and supreme etiquette of the Blood Angels.

Saint Leno fell in front of him, his emotionless eyes staring at Lu Mingfei from behind the perfect golden mask of Saint Leno, silent.

The dazzling silver arc on the holy sword he used to kill the White King disappeared, and his other hand held a golden Holy Grail with bright blood drop marks.

Lu Mingfei recognized this Holy Grail. It was called the Blood-Red Holy Grail in the Blood Angels. It preserved the holy blood of Saint Les and could only be possessed by the most loyal and reliable Holy Blood Priests.

Before the return of Holy Leth, the Ninth Legion was a terrifying presence on the battlefield, dark and cruel, and was known as the "battlefield ghoul."

Until the return of the Primarch, he knelt down to the ostracized and evaded Ninth Legion, declaring his complete allegiance to the Legion, and shed blood in the subsequent battles, winning their respect and loyalty.

After understanding the bloodthirsty and hungry nature of his legionnaires, Sangliest did not despair because the legion might degenerate into monsters that could only kill in the future, but taught them to replace their fear of massacre and bloodshed with glory and pride. Desire, the battlefield ghoul baptized into the noble Blood Angels.

Even for the warriors who were deeply involved in the killing, Holy Leth did not give up, but used the blood of his original body to let them find rest and peace.

After being silent for a long time, Lu Mingfei tried to slowly release the spiritual power that maintained Saint Lenno.

However, the other party did not disappear, he still stayed in place and stared at Lu Mingfei.

This unimaginable change made Lu Mingfei's eyes widen and his heart beat rapidly.

The Holy Lenno before me—it seems to be no phantom! ?

At this moment, Holy Lenno, who had been silent, finally made a move.

He raised the Holy Grail in his hand, and a shining golden substance slowly rose from the cup, like a tiny twinkling sun.

"...Is it the blood of Saint Les, but it doesn't look like it."

Lu Mingfei raised his eyes and stared at this golden material that looked a bit like a fragment of a gem. All he felt from it was warmth and peace.

The golden fragments slowly floated towards him and integrated into his body.

"this……"

Lu Mingfei was shocked for a while.

This was also a change that he could not imagine - naturally he could not think that Holy Lenno would bring any evil and harmful substances.

"Lord Holy Lenno... what you gave me... is the holy blood of Lord Holy Les?"

He asked tentatively, while his heart was full of expectations.

For the children of angels, it is one of the highest honors to be able to receive the blood of the Primarch.

However, Holy Lenno remained silent. He put down the blood-red Holy Grail, and a hazy golden halo enveloped him.

Finally disappeared in place.