Warhammer Inquisitor

Calda rode behind Duke Dracula. He followed behind their lord with a group of knights. The servants raised their spears and followed behind the adults. Flags with various patterns were flying on the guns.

This striking procession came running from far away on the great river. They rode up and down with the horses, and the dull sound of hooves echoed on the earth, especially after they stepped on the bridge of Texburg. It rang.

The crisp sound of horseshoes echoed in Caldar's ears. He held the flag in one hand and followed Duke Dracula. The knights followed and ran across the bridge. Densely echoing, they passed through the broken and toppled ruins of the city gate bridge.

Karda looked at the ruins around him. He couldn't believe that they had destroyed the city gate in an instant. He still remembered the scene when he watched the Lightning fighter jets fly across the river on the hill and destroyed the city gate with a missile they couldn't understand. .

Everything about the visitors from outside these days is difficult for them to understand, not only the attendant knights, but even the lords seem to be incomprehensible, only the knowledgeable Lord Draco knows a thing or two.

He is the one who knows the empire, the emperor and the angels of the empire best among these people, so he led the people across the bridge, and they walked across the wide bridge to the entrance of the fortress at the end.

The city gate here was opened, the internal gate was lifted, and the wooden fence gate was smashed into broken wreckage and fell to the ground. Karda looked at the heavenly soldiers outside the city gate, standing with their guns on their backs or holding their guns. Chatting under the city gate, it seems that there is no sense of vigilance at all.

The equipment of these people also made it difficult for Karda to understand. He didn't know why the armor on them was so scarce, only a set of breastplate, leggings and helmet.

But maybe their weapons can make up for this shortcoming. The guns in their hands can penetrate the armor of knights in an instant, and the power of the grenades they carry far exceeds the limit power of the local explosives.

The knights passed by the heavenly soldiers, they rode past a chimera armored vehicle, and the knights passed under the huge bridge hole and entered the inside of the castle.

Draco took the rein to stop the horse, and he sat on the horse and looked around the city.

There are corpses everywhere, the corpses of the rebels are falling apart, and the marines are carrying those corpses and piling them up in the same place, but obviously so many corpses have brought a huge workload, so the corpses now Across the fields, there is only a small mountain of corpses outside the stables.

They piled up the corpses on the corpse mountain, and the soldiers with flamethrowers stepped up and lit the corpses. The high-temperature fire sprayed on the corpses instantly set the corpse mountain on fire.

The sudden appearance of the fire startled the horses. They neighed endlessly on the spot, but they quickly calmed down under the comfort of the knights.

Draco got off his horse and stepped on the dry blood-stained gravel road. The heavy armor trembled as he fell to the ground. The lords also got off their horses and straightened their armor.

Dracula nodded to Caldar, and the squire rode with the rest of the squire knowingly to the other side of the stables, where they would await their lord.

Draco walked towards the main entrance of the fortress with the other lords holding his sword. Lancelot was standing outside the gate waiting for them. The burly black-armored giant looked at the coming knight lords.

When they came to Lancelot, they immediately knelt down and saluted. The knight in the winged helmet nodded slightly, and Dracus stood up and looked up at the angel of death in front of him.

He raised his finger and pointed to the entrance of the fortress, "The judge is waiting for you, don't let him wait too long."

Draco nodded immediately, and then led the lords into the fortress. Lancelot looked down at Draco passing by in front of him, and looked at every passing lord observing them, watching their reactions and action.

He watched them pass by one by one, and watched them enter the fortress. After a moment of contemplation, Lancelot turned on the communicator, "Vito, I have someone to choose."

Dracula led the lords to walk in the corridors of the fortress. There were also black bloodstains everywhere. Although the corpses had been emptied long ago, the tragic battle before was still vivid in his mind.

The lords walked on the sticky ground, and many people uttered disgusting curses, but Draco kept his head held high and walked in the corridor without saying a word.

Burning torches illuminated the outline of his face as he passed statues and corners, his cloak floating behind him.

He knew where to go without guidance, he knew it very well, so he led everyone to the lord's hall of Fortress Tex, where the director's throne used to be.

They entered the hall, and Draco was the first to enter. He stood in the hard hall of stubborn stone, which was still decorated with many blasphemies of heretics and heretics.

Their flags, signs, and carpets were laid here, although it also brought some life to this cold, cold hall, but for Draco, this is an act of blasphemy. The existence of these things is not beauty, but It is a blasphemy against the faith of the Emperor.

He raised his head and looked at Vito sitting on the throne. He sat on it like a king, while the female judge sat on the wide armrest of the throne like a queen. She leaned on the back of the throne and crossed her legs. He looked at the lords with a playful face.

Of course she has returned to her normal appearance, she can't let a succubus receive the lords, can she? What? Do you feel good? Then I recommend talking to the political commissar about this issue. He will kindly tell you the consistent principles of the empire and perform a drill for you.

The three angels of death stood around the throne. They wore helmets and stared at the comer coldly. They said nothing, but their existence had already created a sense of coercion that was almost fearful.

Draco stepped forward after making it clear that all the lords were due. He went to the throne and knelt down on the ground, and the lords also stepped forward and knelt down to salute Vito and Lilith one by one.

Vito smiled and raised his hand slightly, "Okay, I'm not the Emperor himself, get up." Vito said and threw a head in front of them.

The head rolled from the front of the throne and fell to the ground. Draco looked at the head. It was the head of Duke Musilon. Coming of frustration?

"The traitor is dead, and the Emperor's Light will once again shine on this land." Vito said, and Draco also stood up and nodded affirmatively, "I agree, my lord, we will ensure that the Emperor's Light will always shine on this land , let darkness and betrayal be driven out forever."

"I have ordered and instructed the lower-level lords to lead the army to attack. They will defeat the remaining rebels. It will not take long, my lord, and all the evil people will be punished."

Vito sat on the throne and leaned on it. He took a deep breath and stood up, holding the chainsword with one hand, "But the emperor needs a guardian, one who represents his will to defend the dark frontier, and sprinkle the truth to the utmost. Messenger from the dark corners."

The lords looked up at Vito, and the judge turned his head to look at the cult banner. He broke the rope of the banner with a shot, and the banner fell to the ground. The huge banners overlapped on the ground, and there was a sound as the Roman pole fell to the ground. There was a dull thud.

"The guardian the emperor needs is not only the defender of the faith, but also the defender of the people of the planet. He needs to fight against the ghosts and demons in the sea of ​​stars."

"And I, the Emperor's chosen judge, Vito Constantine, will choose an Emperor's chosen Governor of Casson in the name of the Emperor, or in your terms, the Supreme Lord."

The lords looked at each other, and Dracu still stared at Vito. He bowed his head and thanked humbly, "Praise the Emperor's Light, as he wished, we really need such a representative."

Vito looked at the lords, swept their faces one by one, as majestic as if the emperor himself was present, "This person needs loyalty, bravery and resourcefulness, humility and good use of people."

"I have been observing for a long time, and my angels of death also agree with me, so I will announce it here."

As Vito spoke, he took out a ring from his bosom, a skull with the symbols of the Imperial Skyhawk and the Holy Skull, and a small letter i of the Tribunal on it.

He stepped off the throne and walked towards Draco step by step, "We jointly believe that you, Duke Draco, are the most qualified to take on this important task. Here, I, Judge Vito Constantine and Judge Lilith, In the presence of the Emperor, I entrust you with this responsibility in his name."

Some lords seemed to have objections, but suddenly Lancelot also walked into the throne room, he suddenly appeared behind the lords, the black-armored giant looked down on them, and then walked to join his brothers.

No one dares to have an opinion anymore, no one has.

Lilith also took up the position, with a judge's signature rosary hanging on her waist, she walked to the side of the throne, holding a sword and looking at the lords below, together with the four angels of death.

Draco took off his iron gloves and put them under his armpits. He formally reached out and took the ring. He looked at the ring in his hand and stared at the ring that symbolized duty, dignity and mission.

Vito watched Dracu put it on his fingers solemnly, he raised his head and looked at Vito and nodded respectfully, "In the name of the Emperor, my family and I, the children and grandchildren will honor the Emperor Light consumes life to illuminate darkness."

Vito smiled with satisfaction, and pressed Draco's shoulders, and the latter also looked at the Emperor's Envoy in front of him.

"Then, my lord governor, it is time for you to do the first thing for the Emperor."