Chapter 141 Re-Entering the Illusion

"I can ask Fingel to teach you the knowledge of the Word Spirit class and see if you can find a way to awaken the Word Spirit."

Lu Mingfei thought about it and found that it was indeed the case.

For an "alchemist sergeant", he must not only have corresponding knowledge, but also have corresponding abilities.

Just like the "Technical Sergeants" in the Chapter, when they became Astartes, they were sent to Mars, the base camp of the Mechanicum, for "further study". They only "graduated" after dozens of Terran years of study. Returning to the battle group, he is responsible for the manufacture and maintenance of various types of war equipment in the armory.

Although the mechanized transformation of their bodies and their belief in the God of All Machines will inevitably put them at some distance from other battle brothers, Lu Mingfei still respects these seniors -

Because the Wailers do not receive regular supplies all year round, many weapons and equipment are repaired, refurbished and reused by technical sergeants.

"Hey, okay."

Old Tang chuckled and began to look forward to what kind of super power he would awaken in the future... Oh no, it was the spirit of speech.

Lu Mingfei got up and left, heading to Yuan Zhennu's room.

As a redeemer, the treatment Lu Mingfei gave him was quite good - provided that his speech spirit could really achieve the effect Lu Mingfei wanted.

"You're here."

Yuan Zhennu sat on the bed, stared at Lu Mingfei who opened the door, and spoke softly.

It seems to have been a long wait.

"I've been dealing with Sergeant Alchemy these days."

Lu Mingfei calmly sat down on the chair next to the bed, "It's your turn next. I hope your ability can achieve the effect I expect, otherwise you will have no value to the battle group."

"I understand. I will do my best to atone for your sins."

Yuan Jingnu said softly, "My word spirit, Dream Tapir, can turn dreams into an extremely real spiritual cage. People affected by Dream Tapir will be immersed in this dream and unable to escape."

"For targets with weak mental power, I can drag them into any nightmare and illusion created by myself and kill them, but for targets with strong mental power..." He paused slightly, "I can only passively enter the opponent's dream, but This is also extremely dangerous for me, because my personal consciousness will also be trapped, and losing control is equal to spiritual death——"

"This is how Kazama Ruri's spiritual personality was broken."

This is the spirit of spiritual power controlled by the descendants of the White King. It sounds quite dangerous. It can silently erase the spirit of a person and cause death.

For ordinary people, there is always a touch of softness and warmth deep in their hearts, or a memory of horror and thrills. The dream tapir can start from here, drag the opponent's spirit into it, and then carry out fatal murders.

For example, when having a warm dinner with your lover or family in a dream, your lover suddenly took out a sharp knife and stabbed his chest with a smile...

"What about the choice of dreams? Is it based on your choice or mine?"

Lu Mingfei didn't care about this. His soul had been fighting for the Emperor and humanity for hundreds of years, and had become tenacious and unyielding in countless battles with aliens, heretics, and traitors.

Even in the illusion of black fury, he never fell into the laughter of the Chaos Blood God, let alone the meager speaking ability of the dragon aliens.

"Under normal circumstances... the dream tapir will prioritize the memory of your past that had the greatest emotional fluctuations and faced death, but the fatality rate of this kind of dream is equally dangerous..."

Before Yuan Zhennu finished speaking, she was interrupted by Lu Mingfei:

"Then what are the conditions for releasing this word spirit? Is it up to you to decide, or should you wait until the target is completely dead?"

"Under normal circumstances, I can take the initiative to dispel the spirit of speech...but if a higher level of power intervenes..."

Speaking of this, Yuan Zhinv's face suddenly turned pale and her body trembled slightly, "Just like Kazama Ruri, when he realized that he couldn't kill you in your dream, he tried to remove the word spirit but failed. There is some kind of The supreme power restricts him from passively following your dreams until his spirit dies and his personality is shattered."

"Higher power intervenes..."

Lu Mingfei frowned slightly. To be honest, this term gave him a bad impression.

Especially when it comes to exterminating evil heretics on remote planets, this so-called power often represents abominable warp creatures.

But he was immediately relieved after recalling that dream. That golden thunder, that thunderous announcement, such great power should come from the great emperor.

"You don't have to worry about that now. The point now is that I need you to be able to accurately drag me into the memory fragment I designated. This is why I keep you in the Chapter."

Lu Mingfei said.

Yuan Jingnu's psychic speaking ability may be dangerous and fatal to other people, but in his opinion, it is a good way to screen and train new warriors of the future battle group.

And there is no better way to hone a warrior than a bloody battle of life and death. Although he experienced several battles in Japan... it was not enough! not enough!

The cruel battlefields that Lu Mingfei has entered and the arduous battles he has experienced will be restored one by one through Yuan Zhennu's spirit of speech. In the future, the warriors who will exterminate dragon aliens and hidden heretics will be trained from this hellish illusion. .

"I will try my best. Now please close your eyes and concentrate on recalling a certain memory from your past."

Yuan Zhennu took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

This was equally dangerous to him. Lu Mingfei's memory... He didn't know why that nightmare scene appeared like a science fiction war.

Just like the dream that Kazama Ruri experienced, the opponent was a super soldier wearing a heavy metal armor, while he was just a helpless slave holding a laser gun. In the end, he didn't even know how he died.

"OK."

Lu Mingfei nodded, took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Chu Zihang. The main message was that he and Yuan Zhennu were conducting some kind of spiritual experiment and tried not to let other people disturb them, even the principal.

Then he closed his eyes, and his mind was like a stone sinking into the water, slowly swimming towards the huge and long memory in his heart.

After a moment, a soft chanting sound sounded in his ears, as if the girl was singing an ethereal and hypnotic song, and the transparent realm of the Dream Tapir was opening.

The peaceful and fresh air is fading away, replaced by turbid smoke and dust covered with yellow sand... and deafening loud noises.

"Rumble--"

Lu Mingfei opened his eyes again and saw the sky full of yellow sand and the dim sky.

The strong wind carrying the gravel hit the body like a knife, and the barren loess wasteland quickly flashed past both sides of the horizon.

“waaaaaaagh!!”

An inhuman roar of excitement came to my ears, drowning out the howling wind.

Lu Mingfei turned his head and saw strong green figures holding their weapons high and laughing. The rough, wild, huge, and waaaaagh metal chariots painted red at their feet were galloping all the way through the wilderness.

And he was tied up and hung on the front of the car, like a kite that was about to lose its string in the strong wind, and the weight of his whole body was maintained by a crude rope.

Once the rope breaks, he will be crushed into a pulp by the high-speed rotating metal roller covered with spikes under the front of the car.

M41, 875.

Lu Mingfei is in his third year in this dark and cruel universe.

At present, except for a stuffy and runny nose and weakness in the limbs, I am almost fine now. All combat brothers, please pay more attention to your health and drink more hot water.