Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 3 01.0003: ‘A young gangster in the nest will not dream of a beautiful girl from the Ministry of Justice who hunts nobles’

The scarred-faced man's fist went straight towards Horatio's face. The force was not as strong as to leave a way for him to survive.

"Die to me!!!"

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Bang!

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There was a muffled sound in the carriage.

"Ugh! Ouch! Ouch!" The strong man looked shocked and kept making strange and unpleasant screams.

His punch, as big as a sandbag, hit Horatio's iron palm impartially.

"Attack." Horatio, who was slightly shorter than the strong man, had a cold smile on his face.

Ga-da!

The next second, the strong man's fist instantly turned into meat paste in Horatio's hand, and blood, bone and flesh were squeezed out from the metal fingers as if they had been entered into a meat grinder.

"Ah!!!!" The strong man immediately burst into tears, tears and blood as if he had turned on a pump faucet.

Bang!

Horatio frowned, raised his hand and punched the scarred man on the face full of surprise and pain.

The riot control helmet and the head were turned into countless fragments in an instant, and sprayed backward like detonated broadsword mines, smashing several cultists to stagger and making them bloody.

The headless body of the scar-faced man was knocked to the ground by great force.

With a gloomy look on his face, Horatio shook his iron hand with a look that looked at garbage, shaking off the sticky flesh and blood tissue on it.

Everyone was stunned, they could not imagine that this was something a mortal could do.

Even the Huntress, who was kneeling on the ground, looked at Horatio, who was wearing a blood-stained prison suit, with horrified eyes.

Normally, only the Emperor's Angels of Death, the heavily armed Space Marines, could achieve such feats of strength.

How could he just rely on that old prosthetic limb that neither looked high-end nor cutting-edge...

While everyone was in astonishment, Horatio stepped over the blood on the ground, like a broken arrow, and rushed over, preparing for a quick battle.

"Alas!!!"

The approaching heavy footsteps made the cultists wake up from a dream, and goosebumps instantly appeared all over their bodies.

"Strange...monster..."

These guys were trembling all over and retreating.

Although they were ordered to live, their survival instinct has made them forget about obeying orders.

Suddenly, a tingling sensation spread throughout Horatio's body, like an electric current passing through his body.

Bang! Bang!

A man's trembling fingers pulled the trigger twice in a single muscle spasm.

[! ] Horatio suddenly felt a burning pain in his shoulder.

The first bullet grazed his shoulder and flew out, leaving a small blood mark. If it had been deflected a few millimeters downward, it would have blown off his shoulder blade.

Horatio sucked in a few sharp breaths from his nose, feeling a little frightened.

But my mind quickly recalled the instructor's instructions - face the most vicious criminals, you must not lose your position, let alone show fear.

So he tried his best to suppress his confusion, and did not show any surprise on his face. He still had that frosty and ruthless look, as if it didn't matter.

The prosthetic limb just felt a bump. Horatio's eyes fell on the iron hand. There was a steaming deformed warhead between his two fingers.

That was the second bullet.

[Is this the risk-avoiding instinct brought about by the Omen Tarot...]

Snap.

He pinched the warhead like corn into a shining silver iron flower.

The cultists seemed to have lost their souls, with only despair in their eyes.

With the lesson just learned, Horatio suddenly realized that he was not a space warrior. As a mortal, he would die if he was shot. He must remain cautious until he was completely safe.

He immediately pulled off the seat cushion with the steel plate in front of him, bowed and took a lunge to continue the assault.

In order to prevent the ricochet from injuring the Huntress on the ground, he turned one side of the cushion toward the enemy so that the bullet could be embedded and not bounce around.

Huh - the air screamed as it was torn apart, and a rapid and short gunshot suddenly stopped.

Horatio slashed at the nearest person with his hand knife, and the steel automatic gun body and the person wearing the helmet were violently smashed into a V shape in an instant.

"Ah! Ouch!!"

These guys are the most fanatical death warriors within the Slaanesh cult, and they were specially sent to carry out this disguised hijacking mission.

But such a group of big men are now screaming like they have been hit by a ghost.

At the end of the carriage, the dim light reflected the figures on the walls of the carriage.

Hands up, hands down.

Every time it lands, a round pool of blood will be splashed on the bulkhead, and every time it rises, a long string of blood spots will be thrown out.

The air gradually became filled with blood. Horrified wails, miserable screams, and desperate moans intertwined and echoed in this small carriage.

However, the killing did not stop there...

Click!

The rear armored hatch was pulled open, and a cultist jumped out in panic. As soon as he landed, he fell half to death. Before he could get up, he was crushed into bloody mud by the car behind him.

The last guy was stunned when he saw this scene, and his legs kept shaking.

"Why are you still standing there? Get down."

A young man's voice came from behind.

"Hey!" The cultist screamed in despair, the hair on his body stood up, and a warm current spurted out uncontrollably along with the stench coming from his crotch.

Bang! ——

Horatio swung up the steel seat cushion and charged up a blow.

The cultist's waist instantly broke into an inverted V-shape, and the entire body flew directly out, hitting the head of the truck following behind and turning into a disgusting puddle of organ blood.

[I'm so sorry, brother. ]

Horatio clasped his hands at the truck driver and closed the door apologetically.

Horatio, who was covered in sweat, leaned against the door and gasped. The rich blood mixed with the unpleasant smell of urine and feces in the carriage hit his nostrils, making him feel a little nauseous.

Horatio frowned and spat in the face of one of the dead men.

After casually pulling out the handkerchief from the chest of a corpse and wiping the blood-stained iron hands clean, Horatio straightened his numb and sore waist again, and his eyes fell on the cuffed Huntress.

The two sides' eyes met for a moment, like a wild wolf and a doe stepping into a trap. The huntress, who looked embarrassed, was the first to avoid sight.

Horatio threw away the soiled handkerchief and walked towards the Huntress.

Her hands were handcuffed behind her back, and her well-developed body was lying on the ground in an S shape. Her armor was torn to pieces, and her combat uniform was torn into large pieces, giving the appearance of being severely damaged in battle.

"If you dare to move again... I will kill you." Huntress trembled all over and threatened while gasping for breath. Her voice was slightly hoarse like a lark, and her tone was filled with fear and hatred.

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, no matter what I do, you threaten to kill me."

Horatio carefully avoided the Huntress's exposed skin and turned her over rather gentlemanly.

"Don't touch me! Go away!"

The Huntress struggled desperately, kicking her long legs back and forth, but she couldn't touch Horatio at all.

"Don't move, save your energy. How do you unlock this thing?" After groping for a long time on Huntress, she still couldn't find the key to the handcuffs.

"These are biometric handcuffs, look for the touchpad on them, and then...hey!"

Horatio looked for a way to unlock the handcuffs, and accidentally touched a red button. The Huntress's body twitched instantly, and her shining almond eyes rolled up with white eyes.

After a while, her tense body relaxed and she breathed in the turbid air in the car.

[Hmm... It seems that this is a discharge switch to prevent the prisoner from escaping. ]

"I'm going to kill you...you bastard, you must have done it on purpose!" The paralysis of the electric current caused saliva to flow from the corners of his mouth.

Her hair was disheveled and she stared at Horatio fiercely, but there was nothing she could do about him.

"How to untie it? I'm in a hurry."

"Press my finger on it..."

Horatio did as she asked and stretched the girl's slender fingers to an extreme angle before barely touching her.

"Uh! Uh! Be gentle, be gentle!" The corners of Huntress' mouth twitched and she bit her red lips.

"Okay, it's untied." The moment Huntress pressed her fingers, the handcuffs were automatically untied.

call! The moment the handcuffs were taken off the girl's wrists, a sharp slap came to Horatio's face.

Horatio knew a thing or two about this girl's temper. He had just tormented her again, and he was already prepared in his heart. He leaned back calmly to avoid the slap.

"Rogue..." the girl squeezed out in a very low voice. The next second, the pistol was pulled out from the holster on her waist and pointed directly at Horatio's eyebrows.

[Stress reaction! ]

"calm!"

Horatio reacted very quickly and pressed down on her hand. He failed to take it away, but he also pointed the muzzle of the gun at the ceiling. His index finger pressed against the trigger to prevent it from being pulled, and his slender ring finger pushed up the safety.

The Huntress pursed her lips tightly, and stared into Horatio's blue eyes with eyes full of hostility and fear, like a wounded deer.

"I won't hurt you. It's safe for now. Calm down, calm down." Horatio said with serious eyes and a solemn tone.

The Huntress lowered her head and knelt on the ground, with her silky blond hair hanging loosely on her shoulders. She said nothing, her index finger tightly placed on the trigger, and was finally softened by Horatio's comfort, and gradually let go of the gun.

At a very close distance, Horatio could vaguely hear her uncontrollable sobs.

"Woo..."

The girl could no longer control her emotions. Big tears fell from the corners of her beautiful eyes, and the tear stains stained the makeup on her pretty face.

A girl of sixteen or seventeen is a girl after all. She just faced so many people without letting her tears fall. She was as strong as she could be.

After a dangerous situation arises, recalling the dangerous situation just now, it is somewhat difficult to control your emotions, which is why you behave like that just now.

Horatio could understand her mood, but he didn't know how to comfort her. He could only pat her back gently to avoid choking her from crying.

After a while.

Huntress tried her best to suppress her sobs, her eyebrows were furrowed, her red lips moved slightly, and her hoarse voice trembled as she spoke: "How do you know? The conspiracy of the cultists, and the police sign language."

"Well……"

The first thing Huntress said when she came up stopped Horatio.

[You can’t say that I am from 3K Ancient Terra, and I am half a fellow traveler with you. I can still see fragments of the future. ]

According to the conservative nature of the empire, once these weird and flashy unknown things are exposed, the only thing that awaits is death or a tragic death.

Horatio's eyes rolled to the right and he thought quickly about the answer in his mind.

"I defeated a few sneaky guys in prison, and they told me their plans. As for sign language, I have been fighting wits with the policeman for so long, so of course I can understand it."

Horatio lied without blushing.

Suddenly, the forward motion caused by braking made the already messy car interior even more messy.

Horatio held the seat cushion with his hand, and carried the female hunter from the blood-stained floor of the carriage to the seat with one hand.

"Get up, put on your equipment, we may have reached the lair of those guys."

After a while, the riot door separating the cockpit and the carriage opened.

"We are here! You are all done, it's our turn..."

The cultist who came out yawned, and said half of his words. When he saw the mess of corpses in the carriage, he swallowed his words.

Horatio and the female hunter stared at him, each of them sharper, colder and more fierce than the other.

The female hunter wanted to rush forward, but was pushed back to her seat by Horatio.

"Just put on your equipment, and leave the rest to me." The face that was quite kind just now was instantly cold.

The female hunter stared at the young man blankly, and somehow unexpectedly felt a long-lost sense of relief.

The cultist stepped back involuntarily and staggered away.

"Close the door quickly, inform the chief priest, the two sacrifices are out of control! Quick!"

After saying that, he slapped the emergency closing switch, and the heavy riot door closed quickly.

"Huh." The man took a deep breath and wiped the cold sweat from his head.

Ka! ——

Before he could pick up the communicator, an extremely sharp and piercing sound startled the two people in the cab and made them turn their heads suddenly.

I saw an iron hand stuck in the gap of the door that was about to close. If it were an ordinary limb, it would have been cut off on the spot, but the iron hand in front of him not only did not deform at all, but squeezed and deformed the riot door that was eight centimeters thick!

Behind the gap, a pair of cold and terrifying blue eyes stared at them closely, like a beast hiding in the dark.

"Don't you want to come out to play? Why are you hiding?"

The cold words pierced the hearts of the two people like sharp ice cones that were about to jump out of their bodies.

Ka——

The riot door was pushed back violently, and there was a shrill scraping sound between the gears.

The temperature of Horatio's arm was getting higher and higher, and the heat dissipation device kept spewing out hot coolant steam.

"Ugh!"

Bang!

The two cultists were dumbfounded. This was a safety riot door that could only be penetrated by anti-armor weapons. It was eight centimeters thick and weighed half a ton!

It was actually pushed back by the skinny boy in front of him with his bare hands? ?

Tsk - the steam mist brought by the coolant became more and more, until it blurred the vision.

In the steaming steam curtain, a figure staggered and stood up straight, looking particularly eerie and terrifying in the steam mist.

Da, Da.

The dull footsteps sounded, getting closer and closer.

"Ah...ah!" The first guy who opened the door was dumbfounded, his face pale, as if he had seen a ghost in the middle of the night.

Bang!

The sound of gunpowder suddenly exploded in the small cab.

The man turned his head and saw the church member in the passenger seat, mouth wide open, face up, eyes hopeless and lifeless, lying on the operating table, blood gushing from the back of his head soaking the dashboard, a pistol fell from his limp hand to the ground.

"The real... devil..."

Before he could turn around, Horatio took a step forward.

Puff!

The sticky flesh on the inside of the one-way windshield was stained with a large area of ​​scarlet by the slap.

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