Warhammer Inquisitor

The wrench was turned on the hexagonal bolt, and the bolt was easily disassembled. Vito removed the engine shaft in two or three strokes. He put the shaft on the predator's motorcycle seat cushion to check it. Then he came to his motorcycle with the mentality of giving it a try.

But obviously, the gods are not looking after him now. Although the Predator's motorcycle can be called a hodgepodge, he can run after putting together all kinds of weird parts.

In this respect, only the green skins can be compared with them, but like the green skins, these junk things have no versatility at all, especially for their precious motorcycles.

Vito sighed and threw the rotating shaft aside. He rubbed his head and wiped off the sweat on his forehead. The desert was extremely hot during the day and freezing at night, especially when it was approaching noon.

"Sir, when you were assembling this motorcycle, I warned you that buying parts from those Martian technology priests will face extremely serious versatility problems." Helen's CD was on the seat cushion, and she was as cold as ever. He looked at Vito with a blank expression on his face.

"But there is one thing to say, the things of the mechanical fanatics on Mars are really good, and the price is quite good. We picked up some pre-war technological heritage and got them for them."

After speaking, Vito continued to work at hand. He squatted on the motorcycle and inspected the parts on it. Unlike the broken copper and iron of the predators, the quality of these parts transported from Mars was quite high, no matter in terms of casting process or shape. All are standardized and systematic, and it looks like it is made in a factory rather than twisted out by hand.

"The fascination of the "Mechanicus" members of Mars with technology surprised me, but I think Mr. Omke would like them. After all, they also collected, preserved and continued human beings' concept and development of rationality and technology. possibility."

"His name is not Omke, it's just one of the dog's aliases. Like me, we have long forgotten what our original name was."

Vito said that he disassembled the part of the exploded cylinder, and began to check the damaged part in it. If the overall parts of the predator don't work, he can only repair it manually a little bit.

"If I remember that the database is not wrong, sir, you said you were born in Crete in ancient Greece, right? Maybe I can simulate your name from the database."

"Come on, Helen, my bad name seemed weird at the time. You couldn't figure it out. The same is true for the magic stick shaman in Asia Minor. At least we are both weirder than the other in terms of names."

"I only remember a name he used in Rome, Cicero or something, he was as neurotic as he is now, he likes to talk about philosophy, Aristotle and Socrates like it his."

Vito disassembled a completely damaged part, then threw it on the sand. "He is as crazy as the Eldar. Every time he starts to tell riddles, I want to kill him."

"He invited you to join his army, sir, and the result of my calculation is that I suggest you accept it." Helen said, she watched Vito busy, and the latter sneered, "Then you also know my answer." "Yes." Yes, sir."

"But I have to give you the results of my calculations. If we continue to discover according to the current situation, human civilization will have no way out. The Iron Man rebellion is nothing compared to this level of civilization regression."

"That's right, the killing power of human beings killing each other is more cruel and terrifying than any foreign invasion and dark age, and it has always been like this."

Empires disintegrate and collapse from within. This has been the case throughout the ages. Foreign border harassment and nomadic tribe invasions are difficult to crush an empire. Empires are all destroyed by the division of internal power groups. Just the final word.

Vito has witnessed the rise and fall of many great empires, the first transcontinental Persian Empire, Qin Empire and Han Empire, Roman Empire and Alexander's short-lived empire, he knows how civilizations fall and countries die.

He clearly remembered that after the collapse of the Roman Empire, with the complete decline of Western Rome, Europe fell into the dark Middle Ages that lasted for centuries.

He experienced that period of time, and he remembers it very clearly, and many things will not be forgotten even in the past thousand years.

"So you should end the troubled times together with him, sir. My calculations show that he can do it." Helen said, the sun shone on her body without any reflections or circles of light, and her cold blue body was still bright. So clear and perfect.

Helen looked at the busy Vito, who wiped his sweat with his scarf, "Sir, you are the most outstanding military talent and master of strategy and tactics in the history of mankind. You can make it more valuable."

"The best? Not so much." Vito said with a joking smile. He was not idle at all. He took out a screwdriver from the toolbox and began to disassemble the electrical box.

"Sir, if you hadn't defeated the renegade AI alliance in the Battle of Uranus, the earth would have fallen, and human civilization would have ended then."

"But I didn't prevent the fall of civilization in the end, Helen, this is the result." He said, and then he continued, "I know you thought I was an idiot at the time. I didn't choose military centralization, but continued to choose to be loyal to the Democracy and civil rights are like idealistic assholes."

"Sir." "Say what you want, Helen."

Helen was silent for a moment, as if she was organizing words or calculating data, but she finally spoke.

"In times of crisis, when civilization is about to face a major threat, centralized power is often the most effective method. Democracy is useful and effective in times of prosperity, but its underlying efficiency and endless debate cannot cope with crises that must be resolved immediately , a strongman is needed at this moment, and people will elect a strongman."

"Dictators are often elected by the people. The only difference is whether the dictator is really for the people."

Vito smiled, "Have you read Plato's books?" "Sir, I have all the books in my database."

"Indeed, power and dictatorship are effective in times of emergency. They can quickly implement and advance programs, and can also integrate resources to face crises."

"But it is very dangerous to place too much hope on a strong man. Helen, he may be a wise king, but what about his next generation? What about the successor? This is the danger of the autocratic system. Elimination and correction, and finally the intelligence will continue to change and accumulate contradictions, which will eventually lead to a new civil war."

Vito spoke calmly, but the work at hand did not stop for a moment.

"The autocratic system has no fault tolerance rate. No one can ensure that a person's will will remain the same in the face of power after years of wear and tear. He may be a good person at first, but the long time in power and various choices will make him Souls are falling, and no one can escape that."

"So you think he can't take on this responsibility? Sir." Helen asked.

Vito stopped, and after a moment of silence, he continued to work, "He will indeed be an excellent emperor, but he doesn't understand human nature at all. Helen, that guy is a workaholic and has a paranoid pursuit of efficiency and rationality."

"Believe me, if killing a billion people would solve a problem, he would do it without thinking about whether there is a better way to solve the problem, albeit with reduced efficiency."

"I still remember in the golden age, he advised me to use orbital bombing to kill a troubled city, complete the mission with the most efficiency, and then continue to advance the front line."

Vito said coldly, "If it wasn't for that idiot who was standing across the screen at that time, I would definitely kill him."

"No, Helen, his empire is destined to be a cold, inhuman and dark empire. The glorious future he promised is completely based on reason, while completely ignoring human emotions, the characteristics of our species."

"Remember? He even said there was a difference between us and 'normal humans', so yeah, I'm not going to help him."

Helen was silent, she seemed to be calculating something, but she turned her head to look at the tribal children who were running. Vito got up and turned off Helen's CD and put it in his pocket.

The children surrounded Vito and yelled something he couldn't understand. The boys looked around the motorcycle curiously, pointing and discussing.

Some of them were playing with Vito's toolbox or the disassembled parts, and their big eyes were full of curiosity.

It seems that every boy has a passion for machinery. Weapons, steel and surging mechanical structures always have such a charm, which makes people fascinated.

Vito looked at them with a smile and did not stop them. He raised his head and looked at the hunters not far away. The adult males in the tribe formed a five-person team and were ready to go hunting.

A beautiful female translator came over, and she loudly expelled the playful children, and they ran away laughing.

"Sorry, they are very curious about these things." She said, Vito shook his head slightly with a bright smile on his face, "It's okay, I understand, I haven't asked what your name is yet?"

"Ah? Sorry, my name is Sara Hamas, the daughter of Suleiman." She said in Ursh with a cute accent. Vito smiled jokingly and looked at the chief in the distance. He was talking to the hunters, wishing them good luck.

"I think that's your father, right?" "Well, yes."

Sarah simply said that Vito glanced at his sniper rifle, and then looked at the hunters who were about to set off.

"Can I join the hunting team? It can be considered as a favor to you. After all, the chief let me stay with great difficulty. I can't eat for free."

Sarah shook her head, "This is not acceptable." "Why?" "Only men in the tribe can become hunters, and you..."

"It's not from your own people, I know." Vito said with his hands in his arms. He thought about something thoughtfully, and then looked at Sarah with a smile. The charming smile made Sarah's heart beat faster subconsciously.

To be honest, although Vito always said that the old bastard used spiritual power to change his appearance, affect the emotional changes of others, and create his own invincible charm, so that he could let a whole tribe join him with only words. camp.

But Vito actually used this ability unintentionally. In other words, the immortals may not be controlled by themselves in this regard. Their spiritual power will actively image others, causing infinite charm on the emotional level.

"Then what can I help? Anything." Vito said, Sarah cleared her throat looking at his face, she looked at Vito's sniper rifle and the gun on his waist, and then pointed to Those children who were still booing just now.

They were walking out of the camp carrying leather bags. The chief's youngest son was followed by a mutant hound, and the hound with a face more like a crocodile followed behind him.

"You can help them dig "black melon"" "What?"

Sara was stunned for a moment, and then began to organize her words awkwardly, "A drink that can be drunk as water and dug out in the sand."

"So I need to help them dig things?" Vito said with a wry smile, and Sarah shook her head quickly, "No, it's to protect them."

"Protection? Ah. I understand. After all, this is wasteland." Vito said, grabbing the sniper rifle and carrying it on his back. He patted Sarah on the shoulder with a smile, making the young girl feel like an electric shock The same trembled.

"Will you keep an eye on my motorcycle? Don't let anyone touch it again."

Vito followed behind the children with a sniper rifle on his back. He took out the disc and Helen appeared on it. She looked at Vito with a cold face, "Sir, that girl's heart rate is significantly higher than normal." Scope "I advise you to respect yourself."

"Jealous?" Vito asked with a smile, and Helen still looked at him indifferently, "I'm an artificial intelligence, and the concepts you mentioned don't apply to me."

After saying that, Helen disappeared, and Vito smiled and put it in his bag and followed the children with a gun on his back.