Chapter 121 Trophies

Holy Leno disappeared, and with him the Holy Light of the Emperor.

The fearful sunset reappeared on the horizon, but it was not stable. There were ripples like water waves, and the dim sunlight swayed across the Night Food Plain where the hot breath had not dissipated.

The Tokyo city in the mirror world has long been razed to the ground in the war between humans and dragons. At this time, it has returned to the previous lifeless silence. The only living creature that can still move is Lu Mingfei.

But Lu Mingfei was still thinking about what kind of sacred object the fragment that floated into his body from the blood-red Holy Grail of Holy Reno was.

Holy Blood of Holy Lenno? But it doesn't look like it.

Gene-seed given by the Emperor? This is possible.

However, gene seeds are only the initial starting point for Astartes. The enhanced organs that need to be implanted during the nineteen transformation surgeries——

Obviously, the 3K era, which is still trying to use pig hearts to replace human hearts, must not be able to create out of thin air the superhuman organs that were researched and supervised by the great emperor himself in the 30K era.

…

After some hard thinking, there was no result, and there seemed to be no change in his body. Lu Mingfei had no choice but to put the matter aside, and flew to the place where Bai Wang died with his wings gushing energy.

Although it was surrounded and killed by Holy Leno and two warrior-level titans, there was basically no possibility for this alien to survive.

But Lu Mingfei still felt the need to confirm it himself. After all, in the courses taught at Kassel College, the most tenacious thing about these aliens is their vitality.

The place where the White King died left a huge ravine in the shape of a cross - it was the sword mark of Holy Lenno that penetrated the ground.

The precious and highly poisonous dragon's blood has long been dried by the scorching residual heat generated by the Titan's main weapon, the volcanic cannon and the deflagration and incineration cannon, leaving only a scorched black mark.

The only remaining body of "Yama-no-Orochi" is the two giant tails carrying the sky and clouds. The silver-white sharp bones are worthy of the mythical blade that tears the world apart. Lu Mingfei's skin once again felt the fatal force Sharp.

Lu Mingfei raised his eyebrows. These two bones were excellent weapons in themselves. It would be no problem to tidy them up and give them to Chu Zihang for use.

Although the Japanese sword he used was an alchemical weapon, it was too thin.

Thinking in his mind, Lu Mingfei swung the Jingyue sword burning with golden flames to cut off the two sharp bones, and used his charred and torn clothes as a belt to pack them up and kick them up.

Then, his eyes fell on the silver-white object located in the center of the cross sword mark.

It was a humanoid skeleton made of silver. Even if it was an alien skeleton, Lu Mingfei had to admit that it was gorgeous, like a handicraft.

Although the bones look very similar to those of humans, there are huge differences upon closer inspection. There are nearly a thousand slender bones in the body, some of which are fused to each other, and some of which form organs that have not been seen in any textbooks.

Lu Mingfei had a desire in his mind to capture a dragon alive and dissect it, and study the unique organs in its body to replace the enhanced organs needed for the Astartes operation.

However, this blasphemous idea was immediately dismissed by him. He did not dare to be too smart. The last person who tried to analyze and improve the Emperor's creation was the Mechanicus, and then there was the "Cursed Army".

The Weeper Chapter itself was a painful lesson, and it was also the reason for being ostracized.

Two bunches of silver-white thin bones spread out like fans, forming a pair of cold bone wings.

The owner of the skeleton stretched out his arms to grasp the broad bone wings behind him, just like the God who was crucified on the cross in Christian stories.

Dragon bone cross, something like this will be condensed after the death of every pure-blood dragon to represent the true death.

Although he was surprised that the alien could still retain this substance under the arrogant fire of God's Machine, what surprised Lu Mingfei even more was the alien's skull.

In that cold universe, skulls were a very common totem, representing the purity of human blood.

The skulls of mutants, aliens, and demi-humans all have certain variations and differences, but the skull of the Alien Dragon Bone looks no different from the human skull.

"It's a bit strange..."

Lu Mingfei frowned. He didn't really want to take away the alien keel. He was not like those traitors who fell into the Chaos Evil God and liked to stick a bunch of skulls in their backs as trophies.

However, from the perspective of hybrids, this White King's dragon bone is an immeasurable treasure. If it is left here, some hybrids who dream of becoming a new dragon will try their best to get it.

As for its use...who knows, I won't keep it for collection anyway.

"Why don't you chop it into powder and put it in a jar and bring it back to the war group for safekeeping..."

Just as Lu Mingfei was thinking, the ground beneath his feet suddenly shook violently. Centered on the cross crack left by Holy Lenno, the earth was rapidly cracking and shattering.

The setting sun on the horizon in the distance shattered like glass, with cracks visible to the naked eye.

After enduring the ravages of the horrific war, the Nibelungs finally could no longer hold on and began to collapse.

"It's better to find a way to get out of here first."

Lu Mingfei wanted to hold the White King's keel in one hand and fly into the sky first, but its shape obviously couldn't be as simple as holding a briefcase folder.

As a last resort, he could only take off the tattered black combat pants underneath him, and barely tied the White King's Dragon Bone Cross behind his back.

Lu Mingfei was now naked, with only a pair of underwear for protection.

But now is not the time to focus on this.

Then, he grabbed the Jingyue sword in one hand and the belt hanging two Tiancongyun tail bones in the other hand. He adjusted the angle of his light wings and spewed out golden spiritual power, flying vertically into the sky.

The earth is crumbling and collapsing, as if there is a hollow beneath the mirror city.

Not only the earth, but also the sea water, the dense dark clouds in the sky, the broken sunset... It seems that there is an invisible suction force that recycles and crushes all the materials that make up the Night Food.

The curtain of the Nibelung retreated, and a ray of bright and long-lost sunshine fell into Lu Mingfei's eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the dilapidated and messy Night Food Plain disappeared, replaced by... the equally dilapidated and messy Tokyo City.

But at least the blue sky, white clouds and sunshine made Lu Mingfei feel very comfortable.

What followed was a feeling of weakness, and Lu Mingfei could feel the strength of his body draining away rapidly.

"not good!"

Lu Mingfei woke up suddenly. Although he didn't understand why, it seemed that in the real world, the Holy Glory given by the Emperor did not work!

Before the wings behind him could spurt energy and fly with recoil, Lu Mingfei quickly confirmed and looked around to confirm his position——

Damn it! Where is this place? What about that black building called Genji Heavy Industries?

Lu Mingfei quickly began to lower his height while groping for a suitable landing place to avoid hurting innocent pedestrians.

Now he just hopes that he can land safely.

However, the psychic power passed faster than he imagined.

When he was still more than seventy meters above the ground, the light wing behind him could no longer spurt out enough energy to generate reverse thrust. Lu Mingfei began to fall freely under the influence of the gravity of his hometown.

Fortunately, Lu Mingfei had been consciously approaching a nearby luxurious-looking building. At the critical moment, he pierced the wall of the building with the Jingyue sword in his hand, tearing out a long Long cracks.

Although Jingyue's sharpness cannot produce much buffering force, it can at least ensure that Lu Mingfei will not become the first emperor saint to fall to death.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, Lu Mingfei landed on the soft green belt in a "superhero-like landing" posture. Although the process was a bit thrilling, he was finally safe.

"Your Majesty the Emperor... Your Majesty Sangliese..."

Lu Mingfei finally breathed a sigh of relief, praying for the emperor's blessing in his heart, and looked around -

Then he saw a large group of people not far away staring at this... somewhat muscular angel who had fallen from the sky with a very frightened expression.

Among them, the girl Lu Mingfei, who was surrounded by the crowd like stars, I still know——

Setzuko, a beautiful kendo girl who looked like Hirosue Ryoko, was once forced into his car to serve as an interpreter.