Warhammer Inquisitor

Vito opened his eyes, and his eyes looked at the towering dome of the tent. The leather tent made of cowhide resisted the cold at night, and also blocked the wind, sand and heat of the sun during the day.

This is a comfortable shelter with a carpet bed made of animal fur. Vito lay on it and looked down at Sarah in his arms. Warm and cozy.

This was the third time he woke up like this, and these three days were the happiest three days that Vito spent in the doomsday after everything was over.

Vito smiled and stroked her shoulder. Sara, who was in his arms, squirmed and rubbed against his body. She had actually woken up. Even though the night was up and down, her biological clock woke her up early, but she Don't want to remember, she has been like this, hiding in the warm shelter.

Vito sat up, and Sarah didn't stop him. She knew that he still had important matters to deal with today.

Vito stood up and put on his trousers and shirt. Sarah, who was naked, picked up the holster that was thrown aside last night and handed it to him. Vito hung two pistols around his waist, and Sarah's hands climbed into his arms to hold them. Live Vito.

Vito drew the revolver backhand, and he handed it to Sarah, who took the pistol slightly confused.

"It protects you while I'm away, you know how to shoot right?"

Sara nodded, and Vito caressed her cheek and smiled, "Very well, it has been with me for many years, and it can penetrate most of the non-heavy armor in the world today, so make good use of it."

He smiled, lowered his head and kissed Sara at close range, and then touched the little girl's head, "I'll be back when I'm done." "I know, I'll wait for you." "Of course."

Vito and Sara kissed again, then walked out of the tent, he went straight to his crimson motorcycle, where Hafas stood waiting for him.

Vito stepped on his motorcycle, and he took the sniper rifle from his lively young son. He put the sniper rifle on his back and turned to look in the direction of the chief.

Where the majestic chief stood, standing in front of the tent and looking at himself, Vito nodded affirmatively to him, and then smiled softly at Sarah who came out wrapped in a blanket.

He patted Hafas on the shoulder and turned the accelerator, Vito flew away, the crimson motorcycle jumped out from the tribe, it hit the sand heavily, and then galloped towards the end of the land.

A long cloud of dust rises along with the trajectory of the motorcycle, and the nascent sun covers the side of him and the motorcycle, just like a mission in a shadow puppet show, he rides on the sun and gallops in the fiery red rising Midday.

He sat on the motorcycle and looked at the desert just after sunrise. Countless hills turned into huge shadows and stretched out. Their shadows were long and straight, just like a beautiful oil painting.

Vito rode a motorcycle across the sandbar and sand sea. Now he is already familiar with this place. He can find the target without navigation, guidance and direction estimation.

He crossed the sand sea like a real tribal man, with the tribal costumes on his body fluttering in the wind, the motorcycle passed through the desert, and drove through the ridges and barren land, and finally he arrived at the destination.

Vito drove up a sand dune on a motorcycle, and he looked at the small town under the sand dune, which was the largest settlement on this land, and it was also the residence of the Trade Union.

He turned the accelerator and went down the dust, the motorcycle rushed from the sand dunes and kicked up a cloud of dust, he drove into the town and came to the striking white dome building.

Vito turned over and stepped off the motorcycle. He walked to the door with a sniper rifle on his back and a pistol. Two trade union guards with live ammunition at the door looked at Vito and let him in wisely.

Apparently they got the approval and instruction that there will only be one Burakuman visiting today, and this Burakuman is definitely not something they can afford to mess with.

The door in front of the door opened, and Vito walked into it. Here is a huge office, where traders and travelers talk to each other and process information.

"Master?" A respectful receptionist asked, he was very humble and obedient, Vito nodded silently in affirmation, and he quickly motioned Vito to follow.

"This way please master, please follow me."

He followed the receptionist through the office hall, and he came to a small reception room inside the hall, where someone had been waiting for him for a long time, the train conductor, yes, the train conductor was waiting for him here.

The conductor sat on a sofa and nodded respectfully to Vito, "Please sit down, master." He gestured to the sofa on his side, and Vito sat on it after the receptionist nodded politely.

He didn't speak in a hurry, but waited for the door of the living room to close before speaking, "You really didn't play any tricks, that's very good and worthy of praise."

"To tell you the truth, Master, someone suggested that we assassinate you so that we can dispel the illusions of the aborigines, but I resolutely rejected this barbaric and untimely suggestion."

The captain smiled respectfully, trying hard to create his sincerity, Vito put his hands on his knees with a playful smile, he knew that he was not negotiating sincerity, but because he was too young to play assassination with him .

Playing assassinations and assassins with master assassins? are you serious?

"How does your superior respond? I don't want to spend too much time on this issue today, and there are people waiting for me." Vito said coldly, his voice was like a dagger made of frost, in such a hot desert Chills down the spine.

The driver looked at the master assassin timidly, and he quickly cleared his throat. To be honest, he didn't want to be in the same room with Vito for more than five minutes. Every second he was here made him feel suffocated.

"Of course, Master, we agree to pay the offering, which is the toll. We are merchants and not barbarians, of course." The fear that comes next speaks.

"Say it, Commander, I won't kill you, at least not until you disappoint me."

The driver trembled all over, and waved his hands quickly, "Master, here... You see, we have already paid money to the Steamboat Gang. There can only be one owner on a piece of land, and I think you agree."

Vito didn't speak, but just looked at the commander coldly. The latter quickly shook his head and explained, "As long as you can solve the problem! Get rid of them! We will make offerings with both hands! I promise you!"

Vito stood up, and he looked down at the commander in front of him. The latter leaned on the sofa and looked at him with a face of fear. Vito's silence was as cold as an ice cellar, and the room made the commander tremble continuously.

"The Fire Wheel Gang will no longer be a problem, prepare your offerings." "Of course, of course, master, we will prepare."

After Vito finished speaking, he turned and left. He walked out of the living room, and the driver breathed a sigh of relief. It was obvious that less than three minutes had passed, but he felt that half his life had passed.

Vito walked out of the trade union building, stepped on his motorcycle and glanced at the two guards, they both took a step back subconsciously.

Vito didn't say anything, just turned the car around and left. He got out of the town's road and drove into the desert where he belonged.

Vito drove his motorcycle back to the tribe. The round-trip journey took nearly half a day, but he was still passionate about which direction to go. He was looking forward to the bonfire, food and the comfort of his lover tonight.

That is his current home, an incomparably precious place in this doomsday wasteland.

But what did he find? He sat on the motorcycle and saw the thick smoke in the distance, which was the direction of the group.

"Damn it!" Vito yelled and charged at full speed, the wheels of the motorcycle were running so fast that he rushed across the sandbar at an extremely fast speed, and he returned to the tribe like a red lightning bolt.

He slammed to a stop outside the tribe, looking at the scene in front of him in horror.

The tribe is full of dead bodies, the tribe, the people who lived and talked with themselves these days died, they were shamefully murdered.

Kaban beasts fell outside the tribe, their bodies were covered with single holes, tents were burning, and everything was destroyed.

Vito flipped off the motorcycle, he pulled out his pistol and rushed into the camp. He looked at the corpses here one by one. The mother died holding her own child, the men died fighting, and the corpses of outsiders were still lying here. The corpse of the Steamers.

Vito stopped, and he watched as Halfas fell to the ground. The brave man was besieged and died, but he still killed enough enemies before he died, and nearly ten corpses fell around.

Vito's heart grew more and more frightened. He strode forward through the burning tribe. The chief's youngest son also fell by the side of the road. He was killed by a single shot. outside.

He tried to hold back the intruder, but he was unsuccessful, and those shameful savages killed the venerable old man and entered their tent.

"Sarah!" Vito yelled and rushed in. Holding the gun, he strode in and saw the scene and the nightmare in his heart.

Sara fell to the ground, his lifeless eyes had lost all signs of life, Vito suddenly knelt down and fell in front of her, Vito looked at the clothes pulled off Sara's back, her back was covered with a Those savages were branded with the marks of slavery.

They wanted to take her, to take her back for some shameful deed, one that made him burn with rage just to think about it.

But Sara didn't let them have it. She used the pistol she gave her while being branded and killed a marauder, whose body was lying on his side with a blown head, while his remaining fellow villains killed Sarah.

They've taken the revolver, but that's the least of Vito's concerns now.

Vito watched Sara's sorrow welling up in his heart, but he couldn't cry, because his tears had long been consumed by anger, and the fire of purgatory was burning in his heart.

But now, he felt nothing but sadness, and he closed Sarah's eyes, and he picked up his lover, looked at her face, turned and walked out of the tent.

Vito built a bonfire altar in the center of the tribe, and he put all the tribesmen on it, and finally he came there with Sarah in his arms and slowly put her on it.

He stroked her face, Vito closed his eyes and chattered his teeth, he lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead before stepping back.

Vito snapped his fingers, and a fire burst from the campfire. He watched Sarah's body burn in the fire, and he looked at the face.

A still greater fire burned in his heart, and as he looked at them, and at his beloved's face, the grief was over.

The flames illuminated the gradually darkening surrounding environment, and the sky had already darkened. The blazing flames made Vito's back even darker, but a bolt of lightning rose from his body, and the tiny electric arc caught cold for a short time. His back.

Second, third and more arcs began to appear on him, and suddenly giant arcs struck the ground, and the desert around the tribe was lit with thunder.

Golden lightning flashed among the dark clouds, Vito's fists gradually clenched, and thunder echoed in the air.

He, the tall giant, stood on the top of the Astrao Dam, looking up at the dark clouds and golden lightning above his head, Valdor came from a distance carrying a halberd, and he also looked at the thunder and arc above his head.

The golden lightning pierced through the clouds, and the flashes illuminated the entire valley, as well as Valdor's armor and face. The commander of the imperial army walked to his side and looked up at the golden lightning that kept flashing above his head.

Thunder exploded in the air, but the turbulent dark clouds did not drop a drop of rain but electric shocks, and there were continuous golden arcs bombarding the ground on the ground.

"Do you know why I always stop him, Valdor." "No, my lord, I don't know."

"Because once Vito is provoked, his revenge will become more terrible than mine."

"And now, he's pissed off," he said.