Chapter 1 Become a mortal today

Author: Youjiu L

Chapter 1 Become a mortal today

"Abaddon!"

Facing the enemy standing on the mountain of corpses, Lu Mingfei let out a furious roar.

The piles of corpses at his feet were all his battle brothers.

"Lu Mingfei!"

Abaddon also roared not to be outdone.

In this unprecedented battle, this Chapter leader also caused immeasurable losses to his Black Legion.

"Come on, let me see how much dignity you still have as a warrior."

Lu Mingfei waved the "Cold Glory" in his hand. This holy relic was jointly created by a super-Alpha level psyker and a Mechanicus sage.

Even among the vast sea of ​​holy relics, it is a rare treasure.

In the hands of this thousand-year-old veteran, it can even be as powerful as the original weapon.

"I will hang your head in my braid."

Faced with Lu Mingfei's provocation, Abaddon responded contemptuously.

Even after being severely wounded by two squads of Gray Knights, the Chaos Warmaster still possesses the terrifying power of blasphemy.

After all, the dignity of a warrior only lies in the sword. In just a blink of an eye, the two giants collided with each other across a distance of more than 20 meters.

The collision between the Holy Sword and the Demonic Sword caused a shock wave that even scraped away more than ten centimeters from the ground.

Without any words or expressions, only one of the Emperor's Chosen and the Warmaster of Chaos can return to their god.

One is an elder of the battle group, and the other is a veteran of ten thousand years. Their martial arts have reached the pinnacle of the entire galaxy.

There is no doubt about the fighting will of both sides. In the end, it is the weapons that determine the outcome.

After another confrontation, "Icy Glory" let out a painful groan, cracks appeared on its flawless blade, and the powerful power field also produced chaotic electric currents.

The holy relic has reached its limit. After all, it is only a mortal artifact and cannot truly compete with the magic sword Draconion.

It was the magic sword that severely wounded the Emperor, the product of humanity's first murder, and a symbol of the empire's destruction.

"no way!"

Lu Mingfei stared at the red and blue magic sword.

He would never allow anyone to harm the Emperor again, nor would he allow any being to destroy the Empire of Man.

"Abaddon, come with me to meet the Emperor."

Lu Mingfei jumped forward, but the magic sword still pierced his chest.

At the same time, he swung the holy sword with all his strength and cut off half of Abaddon's neck.

"Die! For humanity and the Emperor!"

Lu Mingfei used his last strength, raised his head and hit the braid.

"Where am I?"

Lu Mingfei woke up from his sweet dream.

Space Marines do not dream. The neural nodes implanted in their brains change their sleep patterns so that they are always half awake.

And he dreamed of a glorious victory. The Chaos Gods and their minions were overwhelmed by the massive Astartes and Astra Militarum. The aliens and heretics were also destroyed by countless bipolar torpedoes. The galaxy finally gained purity and peace.

And he and his battle brothers were finally able to put down their eternal responsibilities and return home.

But this is obviously false. Lu Mingfei believes that that day will eventually come, but it should be witnessed by him, not in a dream.

"Who is it? A trick from the Chaos Wizard?"

He quickly woke up and began to observe his surroundings.

A small room filled with all kinds of mortal things and unnecessary decorations.

On the bed opposite, there lay a human boy who was sleeping soundly. He was short and fat.

"There is no threat."

Lu Mingfei quickly made an assessment and then fell into thinking.

"who is he?"

Using the meditation techniques taught to him by the White Scar veteran, Lu Mingfei quickly entered the depths of the memory palace.

"He is Lu Mingze, my cousin."

"I am Lu Mingfei, a freshman at Shilan High School."

Searching for long-lost memories is troublesome, especially when you have memories that span more than a thousand years.

Fortunately, White Scar's meditation skills lived up to his reputation, and he finally recalled his experiences before traveling to the Warhammer world.

"are you back?"

Lu Mingfei was a little disappointed, but also a little relaxed.

In that war-torn world, he finally found the meaning of existence and finally didn't know what loneliness was.

But thousands of years of endless fighting have left him physically and mentally exhausted. Returning to this peaceful and safe world, he may be able to rest.

"O Emperor, if this is your will."

Lu Mingfei prayed silently in his heart.

After a moment, his expression changed, as if he had received some revelation.

"I will obey the emperor's orders."

Lu Mingfei will enjoy this precious leisure time before the emperor issues new orders.

"Brother, do you want to play StarCraft tomorrow?"

On the open laptop on the table, a message was sent from a person whose profile picture was Panda's ID "Old Tang".

StarCraft? StarCraft.

He remembered the name of that game. It was his favorite entertainment before time travel, and it was the only thing he could be proud of.

Of course, he doesn't need it now.

However, the word brother still touched Lu Mingfei.

"Sorry brother, I don't have time recently."

He replied politely.

Lu Mingfei didn't mind playing with Old Tang. After all, the two of them were good netizens before time travel.

It's just that he hasn't played a game in thousands of years and has completely forgotten how to operate it.

Playing against Lao Tang at such a level is not in line with Lu Mingfei's self-requirements, but also disrespects Lao Tang.

"Okay, let's talk about it later when you have time. But it's strange, don't you always call me Old Tang?"

Old Tang on the other end seemed a little confused.

"We are all brothers in the world. Okay, my aunt is here, I'll get off first."

Lu Mingfei tried his best to imitate his former self and found an excuse to escape.

If he said a few more words, he was afraid that his secret would be revealed.

After turning off the computer, Lu Mingfei returned to his bed and lay down.

He knew he had a lot to do, but right now, he just wanted to enjoy some real, complete sleep.

Even so, his long-standing habit still made him wake up early in the morning.

Lu Mingfei sat on the bed in a daze for a while.

If he was still on the mothership, a Chapter servant would have come to clean his body and then put him into power armor.

But now, he needs to do everything by himself.

Not bad at all.

After all, while Superman's physique gives him extraordinary strength, it also gives him extraordinary troubles.

Lu Mingfei put on his clothes, ignored his cousin who was sleeping like a pig, and went to the toilet to wash up.

Basically, the whole process went very smoothly.

He neither used the wrong toothbrush nor picked up the wrong towel.

Although half of the tube of toothpaste was squeezed out by him and his gums were bleeding because he was brushing too hard, as long as he destroyed the evidence, nothing would happen.

"This body is too weak."
To be continued...