Warhammer Inquisitor

They set out at dawn, when the first rays of morning light appeared over the desert, and the golden sea melted into a golden ocean in the rising sun.

The hunting team walked on the sandbar with their guns on their backs, and the footprints stretched backwards to the end of the earth with the sun. The hunters walked on the desert wearing turbans, and the new hunter was among them. Vito carried his sniper rifle Follow the front of the line.

He walked behind the chief's son, obviously his father specially sent him to be in charge of today's hunting, maybe to be his own guide? Or it was simply to prevent themselves from screwing up or something, although they were completely overthinking this aspect, and their ancestors had not been born for eighteen generations when they started hunting.

Vito has hunted in almost all areas, terrains and lands, from the African savannah, the Amazon rainforest, the great plains of North America to the Siberia ice field, basically Vito has hunted everywhere you can imagine hunting.

He still remembered that time in Siberia, when he went hunting with that old bastard, and he vaguely remembered that their goal was to go east through the frozen land of Siberia, and go to the Far East to deal with the evil plagues summoned by the idiots of the local cult.

He hunted with the old bastard, and after a day of hunting, he didn't even catch a rabbit. In the end, it was a deer that Vito killed that day. Seriously, his skills in this area have always been very good. Not so much, he is better at philosophical speculation and planning for the future.

Although he is better than himself in martial arts, Vito has never been able to beat him, but he always has a way to disgust him and win by surprise, using skills to win.

They walked on the sandbar for a long time, from the time when the sun first rose to gradually moving towards the middle, time passed quickly like wind and sand, but until now they hadn't even seen a single moving thing.

Vito followed behind the patriarch's son with his gun on his back. His eyes looked around calmly. He was an experienced hunter and so did his subordinates. They didn't feel restless or restless, but continued to search the surrounding land calmly.

The hunting team traveled across the endless desert, walking through sand dunes and valleys, and the barren wasteland against the surroundings enveloped the land and the entire planet with the breath of death.

Today's Terra has long lost any vitality at all. Almost the entire planet has turned into this kind of earthy yellow. The only color changes are ice fields and magma plains. It is not at all to describe this place as a dead world. Too much.

And the people who can survive here are all strong. These tenacious and fierce tribal people live on this land. Year after year, generation after generation, the traces of civilization have long since faded, and what is left behind are fierce and fierce. tough.

Vito looked at them for some reason and began to think, if the old bastard's army could prove to them, supplemented by training and strengthening, what a powerful military force it would create, maybe it would be enough to unify and divide human civilization.

But thinking about Vito, he cursed in a low voice, why would he think about that old bastard? Fuck it, he can go wherever he likes!

Vito's cursing only lasted for a moment. He saw the patriarch's son raised his hand to signal everyone to stop. He picked up the shotgun and quickly climbed up the side of the ridge, and the hunters under his command followed suit one by one. Done.

The patriarch's son grabbed his gun and climbed halfway up the mountain. He turned his head and yelled impatiently at Vito. Vito couldn't understand, but judging from the tone, it wasn't a good word.

Vito smiled and grabbed the sniper rifle and climbed up the ridge. His speed was very fast and skilled, even faster than the local hunters. He was the first person to come to the patriarch's son.

The patriarch's son sized him up and then looked down the ridge. Vito also followed his line of sight. They were a group of desert yaks. Well, although they looked very different from cattle, that's what people called them. Yes, it's not me who took this name.

Hunters with burly bodies and tall humps gather under the ridges, chewing moss and cacti in the shadows. Their hard and thick teeth allow them to grind rocks or any objects, and use their powerful digestive power to crush It is converted into nutrients and stored in the hump.

These animals can rely on this ability to survive for a long time in the desert, migrating from one sandbar to another, they are hardy survivors, just like the native people of this land.

The hunters all climbed up. They took up their shotguns and aimed at the yaks. The patriarch's son also put the butt of the gun on his shoulder and locked his eyes on the sight.

Vito did the same thing after he chopped them down. His scope locked the back of a yak's head. From here, the bullet could penetrate the junction of the skull and the spine and easily enter the brain without having to fight with the yak. Skull head-to-head.

The yaks didn't notice the threat above them at all, they continued to chew their food, while the hunters had gradually pressed the trigger, Vito took a deep breath and was about to pull the trigger.

But suddenly the yaks raised their heads, and so did the hunters, and Vito looked up with them at a cloud of sand in the desert from which something big was galloping.

A train, a turbojet train running on the desert, a rocket turbo nozzle is installed on the back of the armored train, and the plasma fire is violently ejected from it, and the train speeds across the desert with the help of its powerful propulsion go ahead.

The cattle started to run away, and they ran away towards the sandbar. The hunters subconsciously hid behind the ridge, and Vito also increased with them for some reason.

The train passed the side of the valley at high speed, and Vito looked behind the ridge towards the end of the train that was driving away. There was a sign painted on the end of the armored train, a sign with edges and triangles.

As the patriarch's son went away, he stood up first, and he immediately aimed his shotgun at the herd of yaks. The patriarch's son cursed, cursing at the train and cursing the outsiders in it.

Now their distance is too far, it has reached the hunter's limit range boundary, no one can guarantee to hit the prey.

except him.

Vito set up his gun in front of the patriarch's son and the hunters. He squatted halfway behind the ridge and set up the sniper rifle among the rocks. His eyes looked at the running prey from behind the sniper scope.

The hoofs of the yak herd stepped on the sand and raised a cloud of dust, and the tall giant beasts rushed through the sandstorm, and their khaki fur almost blended with the sand and dust, making them indistinguishable.

The patriarch's son said something jokingly, as if telling Vito to give up, they couldn't hit the outsider, let alone anything, but Vito laughed.

"Know what title they gave me?" Vito smiled, eyes locked on a shadow.

"Vindicare "Assassin"."

Vito pulled the trigger, and the bullet was fired from the barrel at a very high speed. The silver bullet pierced through the sand and dust and shot into it, and a scream rang out in the smoke and dust.

After the herd of yaks had all gone away, the sand and dust raised by them gradually dissipated. A fallen yak was exposed in front of them. The hunters were surprised to see the motionless yak, which was killed by a single shot.

The patriarch's son also looked at the yak in astonishment, Vito stood up with his gun and patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go, let's take it back and hand it over to Sara and the others."

Hearing his sister's name, the Patriarch's Son was furious. He was just about to say something that Vito had already climbed down the ridge, and even joked about it.

"Are you coming?" His voice came from below.

The hunters all began to crawl downwards, and the patriarch's son looked at the prey and cursed in a low voice, and also turned down the ridge.

Vito grasped on the cliff of the ridge and looked into the distance. He looked at the dust raised by the train in the distance, and then looked northwest, towards the direction of Astro.

He was silent for a moment and then continued to descend.

"I won't fight for you, old fool."