Warhammer Inquisitor

Vito got out of the tent and felt the first ray of morning light shining on his face. He stood outside the tent and looked at the rising sun. The orange sunlight shone on the desert, making the shadows of the hills long.

The sunrise in the east was rising from the horizon. Vito stretched himself looking at the sunlight. He looked around the camp that had woken up. The tribal people started their daily life.

It has been a month since he came here, and I can be considered to understand their lives. Vito basically understands their work and rest, culture and customs. Surprised? This is nothing, as an immortal, after you live for a long time, you will find that the culture of many civilizations is the same in many places, and you only need to change your mind to understand it.

This is still the case with aliens and humans, let alone within the human race, so Vito learned very quickly, very quickly.

He was wearing a jacket with his arms exposed, and he stood in the orange light like a morning cowboy. Don't tell me, Vito really was a cowboy, a cowboy and a sheriff during the Great Westward Era.

The "sheriff" straightened his lapels and walked towards the open space on the edge of the camp. A group of people had already arrived. The young people of the tribe were practicing with long sticks. They hacked and hit each other to learn how to fight survived.

And their teacher was the eldest son of the chief. He was holding the shotgun with the unique crescent-shaped scimitar. Vito had seen similar weapons in the Russian shooting army, at least functionally the same.

This weapon is more characteristic of the desert area. Its material is mainly wood, and linen is tied to the handle and the barrel at the front end to facilitate the user to swing and hold it quickly.

Vito looked at the weapon and didn't know why he thought of Valdo's halberd, which seemed to be very similar in production ideas. Wait, could it be that old bastard stole the inspiration from them?

"Morning." Sara said and appeared on the side. Vito smiled and took the "black melon" she handed. Now he can still break the thing skillfully and drink the liquid.

"What's your brother's name? I don't even know it yet." Vito asked, "I hear the pronunciation sounds like Ha or something?" "Halfas, Hafas. Hamas, which means a brave man."

Vito watched him waving a long gun to demonstrate to young people. Indeed, his movements were very powerful and deadly, indeed worthy of the word brave.

Vito shook the black melon and looked at Haphas, who knocked over a young man with the butt of his gun, and who was knocked to the ground terribly, and Haphas said something to him.

The young man scrambled to his feet and struck, and was knocked to the ground again.

"He is in charge of training the young people here?" Vito asked, watching the two sides walking back and forth and hitting each other, Sarah also watched and nodded. "It was his teacher who was in charge before, but now he is in charge."

Vito took a sip of the black melon juice and smiled. He looked at Sarah charmingly and smiled, "Your pronunciation is also more standard. I won't think you have an accent when I catch a foreigner."

"Thank you, your corrections are very accurate, Vito." Sarah smiled Burmesely, and Vito pressed her bare shoulders with a smile, and Sarah subconsciously seemed to have been electrocuted.

She looked at the man in front of her who spoke with an "orthodox Latin accent" that people couldn't hear now, and the latter's friendly smile was so charming.

But not everyone thought so, Hafas knocked down the young man who was practicing with a punch, and then pointed at Vito and yelled.

Vito looked at him and touched his chin, "If I hear you right, is he going to make gestures with me, right?" "Yes, he's a little" "Irritable, I know, and I probably know the reason."

Vito smiled and took off the holster and handed it to Sarah. He nodded slightly with a smile on his face, "Hold it for me, and I'll be back in a while."

Sara took the holster and watched Vito walk to the training ground. He moved his wrist and looked at Haphas with a smile on his face, although Haphas would take it as a provocation now.

Haphas threw a long stick to Vito, who caught it and weighed it, then spun it around his head. He watched Haphas hand over his gun to a young man, Then the long stick was drawn from the sand.

He walked onto the field with a long stick in one hand, and Vito and he walked towards each other, just like two wild beasts sizing up each other.

But in fact, they are all looking for an opportunity, a chance to show their flaws.

It was Haphas who struck first, and his attack may have come from the fact that Sarah looked at Vito with admiration. He swung his long stick and slashed at the top of Vito's head, and the latter blocked it instantly and began to defend and counterattack.

His long stick pierced Haphas between the eyebrows like a spear, and the latter dodged sideways and hit the second blow with a backhand. Vito did not show any weakness and stood the stick beside him to block the blow.

The two sides did not show any weakness in the battle. They spun and attacked each other at high speed, and the long sticks were constantly thrown from their hands to hit the opponent's life gate. Every attack was not like a sparring but to kill the opponent.

Hafas swung his long stick and spun on one leg. He created a cloud of dust on the sand, and then he whirled and slashed at Vito three times in a row, but all of them were blocked by Vito accurately. .

Vito swept his leg and kicked Hafas on the calf. Halfas lost his balance for a short time. Vito hooked him to the ground with a stick and then slammed him down.

Haphas opened the stick and thrust it into the throat of Vito, who tried to distance himself from the potentially fatal blow.

Halfas sprang up from the ground, twirling his club in another attacking stance, and Sarah shouted something to him, but Halfas responded to his sister with greater intensity.

Hafas looked in Sarah's direction, and he saw his father appearing there. The old chief appeared behind Sarah holding a staff, and he watched his son talking silently.

Vito watched the chief's eyebrows tremble, and then saw Haphas attacking fiercely. The latter's deadly club hit him in front of him continuously. Vito attacked again and again, but the opponent's attack speed was getting faster and faster. faster.

Vito kept turning his body to adjust the posture of the long stick to regain room. The two sides clashed fiercely on the training ground, and the footsteps kicked up a large cloud of sand on the beach.

The surrounding young people booed and yelled, and the children also ran out of the camp. They surrounded the surroundings, yelling and booing, especially the chief's youngest son.

Vito watched Halfas in front of him keep defending, and he also became serious, because Halfas was also serious, his attacks were powerful and precise, and an ordinary person would have been knocked down long ago.

But Halfas had to work hard today, because the man in front of him was not an ordinary person. Vito had thousands of years of fighting experience, and it was not so easy to defeat him.

Sarah watched anxiously as her brother and Vito fought back and forth, and the attacks on both sides became more and more deadly, but the chief had another opinion, he knew that Vito would let Haphas go.

Vito had many opportunities to attack Haphas, but he didn't do it because it would have caused Haphas to be seriously injured. He was always looking for an opportunity, a way to end the fight with dignity.

It was time to end this meaningless fight, the patriarch raised his staff to give the order, but it was not his shout that ended the battle, but a scream of surprise.

Everyone looked towards the outskirts of the camp. The two hunters raised their shotguns and loudly warned of the danger. Halfas also stopped and immediately looked in which direction.

Vito also stopped to look at the black smoke rising from that direction, and listened to the rumbling roar of the engine, it was the train.

Hafas threw away his stick, and he gave orders to the men. All the men with guns rushed to the dunes outside the camp. They lay down on the slope of the dunes and aimed their guns in the direction of the train.

Halfas also took his gun and rushed to the position. He pointed the gun in that direction, and the train appeared soon.

The train spraying plasma flames came from the desert at a very high speed. The skateboard structure on the site allowed it to drive across the desert, and it also relied on the huge armored angle of the front of the car to break through the wind and waves across the sandbar.

The giant beast rushed past the tribal camp, the side windows of the train opened neatly, and a weapon stretched out to shoot towards the camp.

The bullets knocked down the people in the camp, and the children began to hide around amidst the shouts of their mother and elder brother. The bullets shot into the camp one by one and killed the running tribesmen one by one.

A bullet flew over the camp, and a shot hit the pack beast of the caban on the edge of the camp. The beast fell to the ground with a scream, and the captive began to pull the rest of the caban to escape the attack range, but soon there were More caban were hit.

Halfas began to growl and lead the hunters to shoot. Bullets hit the train, and the armored car crackled, but soon the train responded with more ferocious firepower.

An anti-aircraft machine gun aimed at the camp and began to fire. The blast of explosive ammunition blasted a cloud of dust on the dune, and one of the shells flew over the dune and fired at Sarah and the chief.

Sarah looked at the flying cannonball in horror, but suddenly the bomb exploded, and the flames rushed away from her, and the golden shield blocked her.

Vito's fingers kept flying in the air, and an anti-aircraft shell fired was destroyed in the air. Explosions resounded in the air one after another, and smoke and dust filled the entire camp.

But Vito blocked all the anti-aircraft shells, and the train went away. The high-speed train roared past the camp, and its gunners lowered the bulletproof windows and fell into silence.

Vito walked up to Sara, looked her up and down to make sure she wasn't hurt, and looked around the messy camp after making sure she was all right.

The women began to cry for their husbands or sons, and the wailing echoed in the air, and Vito frowned at the corpses left by the massacre.

"What's the name of that train?" Vito asked, Sarah, who was still in shock, turned around after the chief held her shoulders, and Sarah took a deep breath to force herself to calm down.

"Oberon, alien war beast, we" "Does that train come often? Every time?"

Vito looked around at the horrific situation, and Sara nodded silently, "Sometimes." "Have you tried to solve it?" "What?"

Sara showed a confused and shocked expression, but Vito didn't smile this time, but looked at the tragedy around him seriously, listening to those crying, "It doesn't seem to be, then we can solve it now."

Vito said and took back the holster from her, he buckled the gun on his waist and walked in the direction of the pack animals, he climbed on a bantha and walked out of the camp.

Bantha passed in front of Sara, and she looked at Vito and shouted, at first forgetting to use Ushgan.

"What are you going to do!" Sarah yelled, and Vito waved his hands and rode the bantha towards the rising sun, "Get ready to kill this Oberon! Believe me dear! I have slain dragons! And also Made of iron!"

Sarah ran to the edge of the camp and looked at Vito who was going away. She looked at his back anxiously, while Halfas walked to his father and looked at Vito's back with a gun.

They watched Vito's voice fade away under the silhouette of the fiery sun.