Warhammer Inquisitor

The tall giant looked at Vito in front of him, his face was calm, solemn and not angry.

"Hello, Vito, I'm glad you recognized me," he said, and Vito smiled unabashedly, "It's hard not to recognize you bastard, how long ago was the last time we met in person ?”

"If I remember correctly, my friend, it should be in London in 1871. At that time, I invited you and me to help our mutual friend, Mr. Marx, to get rid of the charges and prison of local villains."

Vito smiled, and there was no trace of friendliness in that smile. He pointed the crossbow arrow at the old bastard's head, "Do you remember what I said last time?"

"You're going to kill me." "Correct."

Vito's finger was on the trigger of the crossbow, and the golden-armored warrior beside him was also looking at him with a calm but silent warning.

Vito glanced at the thick muzzle of the bolter, then looked at his armor and laughed mockingly, "Ancient Roman style? Your old bastard's aesthetic is still so bad."

"I think it's pretty good-looking." He said, looking at the man in front of him with solemn eyes, Vito is sure that ordinary people would be shocked by him at this moment, this old bastard has some unique personality charm or something Yes, can persuade and overwhelm ordinary people most of the time.

Unfortunately, Vito is not an ordinary person.

"Can your poison arrow kill me?" "Are you deterring me?" "No, it's pure curiosity, if I can, I think I can use it."

Vito cut softly, and then lowered the crossbow, "No, unfortunately not."

"It's a pity, but I believe you can improve, right?" He said slightly raising his hand to signal the golden armored warrior on the side to put down his weapon. The burly warrior stood aside with a halberd in his hand. Looking at himself, but Vito didn't care one bit.

"Bored of your own long life?" "A little bit, but you know I don't mean that, seriously, can you improve this venom?"

Vito stared at him for a moment, then cut his throat, "Yes, yes, maybe I can figure out how to kill you in time, but not now, why are you asking this question? Watch out for me?"

"No, it's just that it may be useful in the future. Maybe your poisonous arrows will kill other beings similar to me in the future, some... demigods."

Vito frowned, staring at the tall giant in front of him, he looked around the well-equipped laboratory, "What are you planning to do here?"

He pondered for a moment, then turned around and dumped something on the test bench, he poured one bottle of reagent into another, "I know Secret will hire you to kill me, you have a very good reputation all these years, my friend. "

"Don't be complacent, old bastard, if I know the target is you, I will succeed." Vito said displeased, the words were full of threats, the golden armored warrior watched Vito subconsciously hold the halberd, that The old bastard put his hand on his shoulder and shook his head slightly.

"I believe you will. You have had a great reputation these years, Master Assassin Vito. I hope that your talent in this area will come in handy for our cause in the future."

"Our cause?" Vito said coldly, while he turned his head and patted the shoulder armor of the golden armored soldier beside him with a smile.

"This is Constantine Waldo, the commander of my Golden Armored Guard, and also the deputy commander of the entire legion." "Legion commander? Then who is?"

Vito didn't say a word, so the old bastard looked aside, smiled and nodded, "It's just in time, this is Bram Al Khadur."

Vito raised his eyebrows, apparently curious about the strange name.

But the man solved the problem. He smiled and walked past Vito, "It's troublesome, right? Don't worry about it, just call me Malcador."

"Macadovaldo, huh, you have found two more unlucky guys, right?" Vito said sarcastically, while Malcado smiled and walked to the side of the experiment table, he took a record sheet Get up and take a look.

"I don't think so, what about you? Marshal Valdo, what do you think?" "No."

The golden armored warrior said sternly, he stood on one side like a golden mountain, his height was already very high, but he was still not as tall as that old bastard.

"What are you making yourself so big for? Scaring people?" Vito asked, and he nodded slightly with a smile. "Part of the reason is that I find that human beings are naturally afraid of beings that are three times their size."

"I'm not afraid of you." "I know, you, me, and Malcador. From a strict point of view, immortals are different from ordinary humans, and Waldo is a genetically modified fighter, so it doesn't count."

Vito looked at Malcador, who nodded and smiled politely, while Vito sneered, "You are an immortal, so you should know what this old bastard did."

"Yes, I know, but I still choose to cooperate with him into the future, Vito, you should try to do the same." Valdo put down the record sheet in his hand, and he walked up to the old bastard and handed him the notebook .

"The results went well, but Dr. Astarte still suggested that we obtain the experimental equipment on the moon as soon as possible, and he will complete the facilities in the Himalayas as soon as possible."

"Indeed, this is very satisfying." He looked at the notepad, which was too small for him, and his eyes looked at the words line by line, "The initial results of the Primarch Project have been built, please inform me as soon as possible Youda, the plan is ready to start."

"So there's nothing wrong with me?" Vito, who was left alone, expressed his dissatisfaction, while the owner here nodded slightly apologetically, "No, of course, my friend."

"Did you see that army outside?" He asked, reaching out to indicate something outside the door of the laboratory, and Vito gave his answer with a slight shrug.

"What do you think?" "It may be a fight against Ushgan and the remaining warlords, but I have no foundation in the war of attrition. This kind of elite troops can easily lose in the war of attrition and cannot be replenished."

"Either reduce the quality, or lose the battle." Vito said lightly, but his conclusion satisfied the old man. He looked to Waldo for advice, and the latter nodded approvingly.

"I'm glad that your military literacy is still so reliable, my friend, you are still the same as in the golden age, the hero Marshal Vito Constantine of the Golden Age Federation."

"There is no need to mention the old things." Vito said, but many things still flashed across his eyes, and memories came to his mind, but Vito quickly suppressed them.

It's all in the past, he thought.

"What if this isn't a rehash?" he said.

Vito raised his head and looked at him suspiciously. The tall giant returned the notepad to Malcador. He stepped forward and raised his arm slightly, "You asked again just now, who is the generalissimo, I think this person is It's you."

"You want me to command your army? For what? To fight for you?" "To fight for humanity, Vito."

He stopped a few paces away and said he had to stop there because he and himself knew that if he got too close he would shoot, and absolutely would.

"For the time being, Valdor will lead the forbidden army to cooperate with you. He will cooperate with you as the deputy marshal to defend against the enemy, and you will become the grand marshal of the human empire."

"Human Empire?"

Vito asked. He looked at the old bastard and then at Malcador and Valdo. The Golden Armored Marshal straightened his armor with a halberd, and the end of the halberd made a crisp sound when it hit the ground.

And his thick voice sounded again with the knocking sound, which almost immediately drew Vito's attention back.

"Our people have fallen in disputes for too long. In just a few centuries, civilization has fallen to where it is today."

"Technology and knowledge have long since disappeared. The alien aliens you fought against are plundering and occupying our land, slaughtering our people, and they cannot protect themselves in today's troubled times, let alone gather strength to fight against the threats to our family. fear."

He said, in that thick, magnetic voice.

"Slavery, witchcraft, superstition and religion will be eradicated from among our people, reason and knowledge will return to the world, and under one banner, human beings will rise and become great again."

Facing his generous statement, Vito laughed without cutting it, and his voice became louder and louder, and finally turned into a big laugh, which made Waldo take a step forward in dissatisfaction, but the old bastard raised his hand Indicated to stop.

He looked at Vito, who was about the size in front of him, and the latter looked at him unflappably after laughing, "It's been centuries, what the hell have you been doing? Now that everything is over, you jump out and tell me that you are going to turn the tide?"

"Yes, I was also depressed for a while, and Malcador persuaded me to save our people." He said and looked at Malcador, who smiled and nodded in response to his gratitude.

"And I'm trying to convince you now, Vito, that you also know that the outside world must be stopped."

"You are an outstanding commander and marshal, and I dare say that there is no better existence in human civilization, so I plan to hand over my legion to you, not just the ones outside, but all of them. "

He said, clenching his fists with certainty, "Soon there will be a powerful, unstoppable army that will emerge from the sky, and they will wipe out all the rotten existence on the earth today, and bring the light of truth back to this world."

"And you, my friend, I wish you to be my Marshal to command them to accomplish this feat."

Valdo and Malcador looked at Vito together. He looked at the giant in front of him and was silent for a moment, then he cursed and raised his middle finger.

The giant looked at the middle finger and smiled jokingly, but Vito didn't smile at all.

"I won't fight for you." "You're fighting for humanity." "Fart, I know what you're thinking, old bastard, you want to lead all this yourself, and be the "emperor" of this empire."

"Go find someone else, idiot." Vito said, turned and walked away angrily. He watched his old friend leave, and he raised his hand to signal several golden giants like Waldo who suddenly appeared outside the door to stop. .

"You will understand, my friend, and I know you will eventually understand for yourself."

Vito glanced at him, and then walked under the ventilation grid when he broke in. The old man looked at Vito and laughed jokingly, "Why don't you go through the gate?"

"Never mind your business."

Vito jumped into the ventilation pipe nimbly, the old man looked at the pipe above his head and smiled, and Valdor came to him with a halberd in his hand.

But it was he who spoke first.

He smiled and shook his head slightly, "No, Valdo, I haven't failed yet, as I said, he will figure it out and come back."