Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 3 This is not a novel but an autobiography
"You are so brave, you dare to be late on Monday."

The next table threw a ball of paper over.

"Brave in righteousness."

He threw it back.

"Help the old lady cross the road or find parents for the child?"

The neighbors at the next table were clearly not convinced.

"you guess."

Lu Mingfei threw it back again, and then turned a blind eye to the stare at the leader of the table.

The physics class is naturally mediocre, but he listens very carefully.

The constants of the two universes are not the same, and Lu Mingfei has to correct his knowledge through comparison.

"Why pretend to be serious in class, you want to go to Harvard?"

After class, the leader of the table leaned over and said unhappily.

We agreed to be salted fish together, but you secretly rolled it up.

"Not going to Harvard."

He shook his head.

"Then where do you want to go?"

asked the neighbor.

"Harbin Institute of Technology."

Whether it is the school name or the school motto, there is a sense of science and technology.

"Then your points are not enough."

The leader laughed.

Although Harbin Institute of Technology has declined in recent years, it is still 985, and Lu Mingfei's score is enough to pass an ordinary undergraduate course.

"There are two more years, it should be enough."

Lu Mingfei said confidently.

He must have chosen a science major, and his mathematics and mathematics are not a big problem, but he has to make up for his foreign language.

There are still some differences between Warhammer creatures and Earth creatures.

Coincidentally, the next class is Chinese class.

"In these two classes today, let's test your composition level. The title is "An Unforgettable Day"."

The Chinese teacher in a black veil writes the topic of the composition on the blackboard.

This kind of propositional composition is the best to write, and it is difficult to write riddle-style topics such as "weird light" and "ladders don't need to be placed sideways".

What is my unforgettable day?
Lu Mingfei was lost in thought.

After looking back on his life of more than 1000 years, he found that there are too many unforgettable days, so many that he can make up decades.

Every memorable day meant that he lost at least one venerable battle brother, or a planet was declared dead.

It's better to write something relaxed, and don't leave the suffering experience to people who enjoy peace.

Lu Mingfei thought this way, trying to search for less cruel experiences from his memory.

Soon, he gained something.

The orc, a biological weapon that is half plant and half animal, was created by the ancient sanctuary, because the whole body is green and is also called green skin.

Their vitality is extremely tenacious, as long as one spore falls into the soil, countless orcs will grow out of the ground in the next spring.

They have their own "WAAAAAGH!" psionic power, also known as "The Power of My Thinking".

As long as an orc believes something is true, it will become true under the influence of the "power of my thinking" energy.

The more orcs you believe in, the stronger the effect of "My Power of Thinking".

This unreasonable power caused the empire to suffer a lot, but at the same time, the empire would also use this power to fight back against the orcs.

What Lu Mingfei wanted to write was an experience of fighting back against the orcs.

In Star Obscure of the Empire, an agricultural world has been attacked by greenskins.

Countless greenskin boys driving bang bang cars and war bikes swept the whole world, destroying countless biological farms.

This is the only agricultural world in this galaxy. Without it, all eight planets will face famine, and tens of billions of imperial people will starve to death.

The Crimson Starfire Chapter received a call for help and rushed to the planet.

But embarrassingly, this galaxy is too remote, except for the Crimson Starfire Chapter that happened to pass by, the nearest Space Marine Chapter will take three months to arrive.

And the only reinforcements they could find were the two Valhalla Ice Warrior regiments who were being repaired.

After the tentative attack, both the chapter leader and Lu Mingfei determined that with the current force, it was impossible to contain or even eliminate the green skins on the planet.

Finally, at the suggestion of a techno-sergeant always full of whimsy, a whimsical plan was born.

Techmarines developed a potent poisonous gas and dropped it on an orc camp.

After that orc camp was destroyed, a tech sergeant who was proficient in orc language and culture disguised himself as a motorcycle boy and went around spreading rumors, emphasizing the power of this poisonous gas.

"Even the biggest and strongest warboss will rot completely if you take a breath."

Relying on his modified motorcycle, the rumor spread throughout the greenskin camps across the planet within a month.

Then, the technical sergeants let the battleships release a non-toxic gas with almost the same color and smell as the poisonous gas.

With his continuous spread, most of the green skins believed in this rumor.

Even the few skeptical greenskins converted after witnessing the horrors of their companions.

In just half a month, this non-toxic gas wiped out 80.00% of the greenskin troops on the planet.

And the remaining green skins, who had lost all morale, were no longer opponents of the Crimson Star and Valhalla Ice Warriors.

Afterwards, the battle group leader and Lu Mingfei jointly issued an injunction, not allowing anyone to reveal the truth of the battle.

The technical sergeants who have made great contributions were also sent to perform secret missions.

It wasn't until 50 years later that Lu Mingfei felt that the limelight had passed, so he summoned the technical sergeant back.

Even mighty Space Marines learn to respect the duties of the Inquisition.

After all, it is not a start-up group, and it does not have the confidence to directly fire and kill a gray knight mentor.

Although it sounds a bit magical, Lu Mingfei thinks it is quite joyful.

Especially when he saw the green skins screaming in panic in the non-toxic gas, and finally died under the influence of his spiritual power, he couldn't help laughing, and even drank a bottle of Fenris mead.

The word limit for the composition is 800 words. Lu Mingfei briefly wrote the battle process in 700 words, and expressed his bad evaluation of Fenris mead in 100 words.

Fortunately, there are no Space Wolves in this world, otherwise he will have endless duels of honor.

After checking the composition and correcting a few grammatical problems, Lu Mingfei handed in the composition confidently.

Although his literary level is not outstanding in the warband, his writing is full of emotion through the narrative of personal experience.

"Lu Mingfei! I asked you to write an essay, not a novel!"

The Chinese teacher glanced at it, then slapped the table angrily.

"What I write is composition."

Lu Mingfei replied calmly.

He wondered why this woman was suddenly angry.

"Composition is for you to write personal experience, not for you to write fictional stories."

The Chinese teacher gritted his teeth and said.

"Doesn't it look real?"

Lu Mingfei asked back.

"this one"

The Chinese teacher read the composition again, and had to say that, regardless of the facts, the tone and description were quite true.

"It looks quite bluffing, but fiction is fiction. Where do green-skinned orcs come from in reality? You are not a space warrior."

The Chinese teacher said half seriously and half mockingly.

Then, she selected some content and recited it.

"Hahaha, Star Warrior, did he think he was still a primary school student?"

"No, no, no, he's in the second grade of middle school. Elementary school students will think they are Ultraman."

Laughing sounds came from all directions, shooting towards Lu Mingfei's heart like a rain of arrows.

If it was him in the past, he would probably say some nonsense to fool him at this moment, and then try to pretend to be dead, waiting for the next hot spot to appear.

But now, Lu Mingfei just responded to those ridicules with calm eyes.

Everyone who was laughing, slowly closed their mouths under inexplicable pressure.

"As long as it looks real, it is real. If you don't give the standard in advance, according to my authority, I have the right to make my own standard."

After the classroom was quiet, Lu Mingfei said to the Chinese teacher.

"Lu Mingfei, call your parents to find me tomorrow."

The Chinese teacher said angrily.

"Ok."

Lu Mingfei shrugged and sat down calmly.

Sure enough, females are hard to communicate with, and so are humans, and so are Eldar.

Green skins seem to have no gender distinction, no wonder their communication is so simple and clear.

According to the process, of course there will be a comment link later.

But with the example of Lu Mingfei in front, those excellent compositions seem dull.

Not bad, just too ordinary.

Just like a husky mixed into a pack of wolves, as long as the wise eyes appear, all the wolves will become supporting roles.

"I think your writing is pretty good."

After class, Chen Wenwen came over to comfort her.

This girl who likes to wear cotton skirts and lace socks exudes a clean and artistic atmosphere, like a glass bubble just blown out.

On the first day she entered the class, she was surrounded by seven or eight boys, including Lu Mingfei.

And he is also the only two people who were invited by Chen Wenwen to join the literature club, the other is Zhao Menghua, the monkey version of "Chu Zihang".

In all fairness, Chen Wenwen treated Lu Mingfei very well.

Apart from her, there would not be another girl who would take the initiative to talk to Lu Mingfei, nor would there be another girl willing to walk home with him.

That immature liking spanned thousands of years, and finally was slowly melted by a strong will, leaving only a sincere sentence.

"Thank you."

"You feel so different today."

Chen Wenwen is a delicate and sensitive person, so she immediately noticed something strange.

"The me of yesterday is not the me of today, only the belief in eternity."

Lu Mingfei uttered a proverb.

He heard it from a Holy Blood priest, and he believed it.

"It looks so profound, do you believe in religion?"

Chen Wenwen's eyes lit up.

This kind of mysterious sentence is the favorite of all literary youths.

"I believe in the Lord of Mankind, the Great Emperor."

Lu Mingfei was no Chapter Priest, but he didn't mind preaching about the Emperor's Glory if anyone was interested.

Just as he was about to begin with the Emperor unifying Terra, a voice broke in.

"Lu Mingfei, you were very brave just now, you dared to talk to the teacher like that."

The monkey version "Chu Zihang" approached, but his eyes were on Chen Wenwen.

Chen Wenwen also noticed his gaze and pursed her lips slightly.

"Soldiers don't need to hide."

Lu Mingfei replied.

When he first traveled to the Warhammer universe, he told a lot of lies in order to survive.

Even when he first became a Space Marine, he tried to keep his mouth shut so as not to question his loyalty.

It wasn't until the battle brothers around him changed one after another, and he became the noblest and oldest warrior of the chapter, that he poured out all the doubts in his heart to the Emperor without hesitation.

Sometimes, Lu Mingfei can get enlightenment from prayer.

Sometimes the Emperor's gaze did not rest upon him. .

But that doesn't matter, his faith is as indestructible as Yaojin.

"You don't really believe you're a Space Marine, come on, we're all high school students, mature up."

Zhao Menghua patted him on the shoulder.

"If you want to talk to Chen Wenwen, please choose the right time. I don't like people interrupting the conversation."

Lu Mingfei unceremoniously exposed his thoughts.

"Lu Mingfei, what are you talking about?"

Chen Wenwen's fair face flushed immediately, and she stomped and ran out of the classroom.

"Chen Wenwen! Lu Mingfei, just wait."

Zhao Menghua glared at him and hurriedly chased him out.

"mortal."

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

Even if he returned to a mortal body, he would not bother to understand such childish, troublesome emotions.

(End of this chapter)