Warhammer Inquisitor

The armored train fell to the ground like a stranded whale, and just like the whale falling after the death of the whale, the "microorganisms" were decomposing the remains of this giant steel beast.

Burakumen gather around the train, men with guns on their backs walk up and down the train, they pry the doors open, the cargo boxes are smashed open to take out the goods inside, and the boxes and cans are moved out of them .

They crawled over "Oberon's corpse" like ants, and the walking tribesmen were everywhere, and the children also played on the surrounding sand, and the women were busy loading the usable things with the older children. On the Kaban beast.

The hairy beasts stood in the sun and were covered with luggage, each box was stuffed into the hanging net, and the giant beasts raised their heads and growled to communicate with each other.

But not everyone is so happy. Although there are laughter and laughter everywhere, some people are in a very bad mood. It is not appropriate to describe it as bad. It can be said to be despair.

The surviving members of the train were crushed, they knelt down in front of the tribe, and Vito sat on the box in front of them, Vito sat on the box with a gun and drank the wine out of the box, really drinks.

Vito nodded in satisfaction, showing a pleasant voice, "That's great, thank you all, these tributes are pretty good."

The train captain kneeling in front of Vito looked around vigilantly, and the tribal men with guns stood around. They surrounded the members of the train, just like shepherds guarding the flock.

Halfas stood behind Vito, and he stared at the crew members in front of him with a crescent spear. These northerners with lighter skin looked at Vito and Halfas with fear in their eyes.

A tribal hunter moved a box to Vito, who opened it to reveal a bank of rifles underneath.

Vito casually took out a gun from it and pulled the bolt to check it, then laughed jokingly, "Who are you going to send these goods to?" "Persians, my lord, Persians."

Vito smiled, and he put the rifle back in the case, "Then they'll sell the weapons to the Arabs and use them in their wars with each other."

"Well, we confiscated these weapons for the sake of world peace, and we will use it as the toll for this time." Vito said, looking at the driver in front of him, who nodded to Vito to continue, anyway, he didn't way to refuse.

"I will let you go. You go back and tell your trade union superiors, "Master Assassin" Vito Constantine, told him that you can come from this land in the future, but you need to pay offerings to the tribal people."

"We will ensure the safety of the trade routes and provide you with ... help, but you must respect the local masters, understand?"

Vito leaned forward and said, with his hands on his knees, and the shiny silver revolver gleamed a little in the sun, the captain nodded to show that he understood.

Vito smiled in satisfaction and pointed to the sun in the distance. The captain followed Vito's finger and looked over. The sun was moving west and had already passed the noonline.

"Follow the sun. If you go fast, you will be able to reach the nearest town before the sun goes down. Contact your superior. I will visit you in three days to sign an agreement."

The commander looked in the direction of the sun, and suddenly his chin was blocked by a gun barrel. The commander turned his head in astonishment and looked at the smiling Vito in front of him. He held the pistol against the commander's chin.

The captain swallowed, feeling the feeling of his Adam's apple touching the cold barrel, Vito looked at him with a smile on his face, "I don't like little surprises, understand? It's better to be as usual when I come, otherwise I will I know, then our meeting will not be very pleasant."

"Understood. Master." The driver said word by word. Vito smiled and put the gun back and took his seat. He looked down at the kneeling people in front of him.

"Then it's time for you to go. The desert after the sun goes down is very dangerous, and we haven't signed an agreement yet, and the tribal people will not help you."

The captain stood up tentatively, and immediately beckoned his people to leave after seeing Vito nodding in agreement, and the crew members quickly got up and ran towards the direction of the sun.

Vito stood up and looked at their distressed figures with his hands in his arms. Halfas also stood behind Vito with a gun in his hand. The latter smiled at him and poked his head out to look at the coming chief and Sarah.

The Chief came up and stopped a few paces away with his staff, and said something, which Sarah translated for him.

"it's time?"

"What?" Vito said in confusion, and the chief looked at him with his head lifted slightly.

"Make you one of us."

Vito froze for a moment and turned around to look at the chief, then at Haphas, who nodded affirmatively.

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A huge wood bonfire burns in the desert, and the night is illuminated and lit by its fire, and billowing black smoke rises into the boundless night.

There are shadows on the desert illuminated by the fire. Those long shadows come from the dancing tribal people. The tribal hunters dance around the bonfire with spears in their hands. The ballad, the ballad is like a majestic eulogy.

They moved around the bonfire in a uniform movement, and the drummer was beating drums on the sand where they sat on one side. The ancient songs were also sung among the people around them. place.

Halfas led the dancing hunters, and their shadows were cast on the ground, like giants walking on the sandbar.

Vito sat by the campfire with the tribesmen. He looked at the burning flames and the dancing people. This scene was almost like a hallucination. Now he feels like he is in a dream.

Vito was dressed in the clothes of the tribal people. Now he was not the same as them except for the color of his skin. His appearance was almost the same as that of the tribal people. He sat with them and participated in the ceremony.

This is not the first time Vito has participated in such a ceremony, he has participated in such a ceremony with the Sioux Indians, but then he was a guest, not a member of the tribe.

He's not there yet, but soon he will be.

Haphas and their dance steps danced to the melody, the old chief came into the scene in the old song, he walked between the dances of the hunters, Sarah followed him, and they came to the burning bonfire.

The chief raised his hand to signal Vito to step forward, and the latter stood up and walked towards the chief under the watchful eyes of the tribesmen. Those dancing hunters did not stop. They might bump into Vito, but the latter had no intentions. The meaning of stopping.

Vito stepped up and passed right through them, no one touched him, as if he were an invisible ghost.

Vito walked among the hunters, his body illuminated by the burning campfire, and he stopped before the chief.

The chief recited a scripture aloud in a language that Vito could not understand, or Vito thought it was. The voice was as majestic as towering mountains, and it seemed to be a boundless ocean. Although his voice was old, it was full of strength.

The chief's arms were raised high, like two wings in the firelight. Vito looked at the arms that looked dark under the backlight of the flames. The chief comforted the ancestors' heroic souls with ancient etiquette and rituals.

He pronounced Vito's name, the only word Vito could understand, and he watched Sara come to him, she was also wearing a shaman dress now, and her face was painted, but it still couldn't be concealed. its beautiful.

Sarah's fingers dipped the paint in the pottery bowl she was holding, and her fingers moved on Vito's face following the voice of the old chief. An ancient and sacred totem was painted on Vito's face.

He looked at Sarah in front of him. The latter drew the complicated pattern seriously. She smiled and stepped aside. The old chief looked at Vito and gestured to the side.

Vito seemed to know what he meant, without Sara's translation or explanation, but he just got it, as if the tribe's spiritual totem had played a role.

Vito walked into the hunters, and he began to dance the dance that he had never danced unconsciously. He danced with the hunters around the campfire, and his long shadow was drawn in the desert.

Vito danced, he looked at the burning bonfire and Sara smiled, and he smiled sincerely.

Because, he is no longer a homeless wanderer, the raging flames of war, the ancient past and the dark future are no longer relevant to him, the end of the wasteland has become the past, and he is not alone now.

In this fucking world, the morals of the world and his "great ambitions" have nothing to do with him. Vito has come to his ideal land, so let everything end like this.

But, can a person really be isolated from the world, regardless of everything in this world, and live alone?