Warhammer Inquisitor

You call this broken tractor an armored vehicle?

——Lucius Preton, maintenance sergeant of the 598th Regiment of Cadia, last words before he sat on a Chimera and died.

The fast-rotating track runs across the barren land at an extremely fast speed, and a large amount of dust is raised between the rolling forward transmission wheels, but more dust is discharged to the rear as the track rotates.

Vito sat in the driver's seat, wearing dark glasses and holding the steering wheel. He was driving this Chimera under his ass across the desert, and this Chimera lived up to expectations. It responded with what can only be described as painful comfort. Vito.

This broken armored car keeps bumping when it's driving, like sitting on a fucking pile driver, and what's even more outrageous is that the Chimera's seat is made of iron, tm pure cast iron.

Vito has driven many outrageous vehicles with poor comfort in the empire, but the Chimera is definitely one of the best. This type of broken car is known for not treating passengers as human beings at all. As long as you sit in the car, you'd better wear it Helmet, or you're gonna fucking hit the roof of the car.

When Vito saw the Chimera for the first time, he thought, can this junk really be used by the Astral Army? Isn't this a magically modified version of a "universal" Land tractor? It turned out to be useful to the guards.

But the Chimera is indeed a good helper for the guards. It can not only carry a whole squad of soldiers, but also provide cover as an effective support firepower, especially against the cultists most of the time. Chimera definitely has With an overwhelming firepower advantage.

Not only that, but the Chimera also has so many modified models that god knows what the big guards came up with. With the turret installed, it becomes the "Salamander" reconnaissance tank, with the turret removed, it becomes the armored personnel carrier, and with the self-propelled artillery, it becomes the "petrochemical Lizard" self-propelled gun.

What's even more outrageous is that you can still put a huge TM missile on the Chimera's territory! Then it transformed into a dead shooter missile launch vehicle, the most powerful firepower in the hands of the big heads.

To be honest, Vito didn't even know that these modified models were thought up by those geniuses, and how they were even more geniuses to convince the priest of the Mechanic Church that these were the will of the God of All Machines rather than the modifications made by themselves. It is possible not to be killed by the oil guys as a technical heresy.

But after Chimera has iterated for so many generations, TM's has been 10,000 years, a full 10,000 years, since they still haven't added even a little bit of comfort modification to it!

Vito's buttocks were almost split open. He sat on the seat with a constipated face, and behind him were Lancelot and Ragnar standing in the open carriage. When the Chimera was in the car, Vito wondered whether the two strong men could sit in it, and then Ragnar used his "creativity" to solve the problem.

He directly lifted the roof of the car, and then forced himself and Lancelot into the Chimera. The two burly space warriors were squeezed into the open car like this, almost face to face, with elbows It's almost stuffed in the other party's mouth.

And under the two of them's buttocks is the box, the sealed box contains blood skulls, since they miraculously did not squeeze the box.

Lilith leaned behind Vito, between the ashes of the driver's seat and the huddled cabin, the only comfortable place in this broken car.

"Judge, do we have option B?" Ragnar squeezed against the wall and asked, muttering while sticking to the carriage, Vito laughed wryly and almost hit the roof with a bump.

"No, if I can, I would like to drive the private car of the governor of Ultramar." He said while operating the rusty steering wheel, and the Chimera was violently bumping and driving across the wilderness. How did it start.

Any priest of the Mechanicus will definitely be cursing here, the shaft of this Chimera is not lubricated, the cylinder is full of sand, the track is full of bumpy gravel, and the cabin is full of diesel fuel. Nose smell, even the steering wheel feels like a grinder.

If this car is old, it is definitely half of its body is buried like dirt, and by the way, it can also pull the driver and passengers to eat together.

"Isn't that f*cking idiot trying to trick us? Why do I think this car is about to explode." Ragnar muttered, Lancelot's elbow was on his face, and the Space Wolves patted The carriage shouted in protest, "You Caliban orange cat, take your elbow away!"

Vito held the steering wheel up and down, and he remembered the time he fought with the Iron Legion and the Bonebreaker during the second Armageddon War. The beast gram was really big, literally outrageous, that It was the first time that Vito saw a four-meter-tall orc.

Yarek was there too, and Big One-Eyed was fighting with the Bonebreaker guards, and the old Commissar hacked a TM and a Space Marine with a single-handed chainaxe in front of everyone. .

Then, when Yarick was fighting with the Bonebreaker, Vito drove a Chimera into it, and knocked the Bonebreaker away from his handsome mobile Iron Throne platform. The voice of the bonebreaker cursing at that time can also be heard.

"Judge, how did we become delivery people? What about killing demons?" Ragnar said uncomfortably, shouting in protest with only one hand that could be waved.

"Haven't you hacked enough? Are you really a fucking letter to Khorne?" Vito responded, operating the shitty steering wheel, "You hacked dozens of Khorne demons in the secret place, and even killed Khorne's champion. Is it not enough to be chopped?"

"I'd rather be fighting a dozen Khorne champions than be crowded in this wreck!" Ragnar yelled, his voice echoing and echoing in the car, Lancelot clutching the bulkhead Sticking his head out so he wouldn't have to smell the stink of Ragnar and diesel from the Chimera's tank.

Lancelot looked outside, looking at the endless barren wilderness. This land is as desolate and dead as a dead world. This planet seems to be a hive city. Only the place where the city is located can survive. It can only be described as fucking.

Bare rocks, land where not a single tree grew, and a sickly sky, Lancelot looked aside, charging across the barren land with a red thing riding a .steel ox? !

"Inquisitor! There is the Khorne Steel Bull Rider on the left!" Lancelot shouted, and Vito popped the Chimera's cockpit forward, and he looked at the Khorne Steel Bull Rider who was charging in a straight line.

A renegade Space Marine of the World Eaters Legion rode on it, chainaxe in one hand and the chains of a steel bull in the other, as the roaring beast's demonic engines blew hellfire out of its mouth. Spewing out, the steel bull rushed forward with the battle cry of hell.

Vito turned the steering wheel violently, and then it got stuck as expected. The state of this broken car is really quite stable!

"Attention all! Prepare for the collision!" Vito shouted, looking at the steel bull rushing up, and the horns of the steel beast hit the Chimera.

The entire Chimera was knocked over, and the rolling body finally stopped on the wasteland after spinning several times. Vito also climbed out from the hatch of the overturned armored vehicle. At first I saw the steel bull knight.

The iron hooves of the steel bull stepped on the ground, the roaring demon engine raised its head, and the World Eater on its back raised its chain saw ax high and roared, a large group of Khorne demons rushed up on the land behind him, Vito Watching the charging demon stand up and draw a bolter.

It seems that they don't have to suffer in a car, but they are going to fight a group of Khorne demons. You ask Vito, what's the best point?

Good question, what do you think?