Warhammer Inquisitor

Ps: This chapter is a super merged chapter. It was originally two chapters, but I think, how many chapters are there for this matter? No, this is not loyal, so I simply merged it for everyone to see. I, loyal, will never be a watery chapter. In addition, the big chapter may be tiring to watch, so pay attention to arranging the reading rhythm.

A yellow warning light flashed through the dark pipe, continuously illuminating the dark and narrow place, and the sound of the roaring machinery made the entire pipe vibrate continuously, but this did not stop the approacher.

Boots inlaid with silver nails stepped on the surface of the pipe, a pair of gloved hands touched the blackened Mechanicus symbol inside the pipe, and at the end of the front, the flickering light hit his face Let his pupils constrict slightly.

The kid was leading the way, and this place was very suitable for him and other children of similar build, but for adults like Vito and Omega, this place had to bend over.

He followed the child to the end of the pipe, looking at the bottomless abyss below from the hole, and above their heads, a roaring steel cage fell from above. Vito leaned on the hole, watching it fall from below. s things.

On the top of the Dingxi, there are three signs of Mechanicism, and the iron chains and rails on both sides fix it, descending to the bottomless abyss below.

"What's that?" Vito looked at the thing, then raised his head to look up at the boom again, the kid wiped his nose, "The transportation tunnel for the oil guys, they dug out the lower nest The stones, or ore or something, are packed into packing trucks, and then transported from here to their noisy workshops."

Vito doesn't need the child to continue to talk about it. This is another way to see the upper and lower nests outside the control channel. Of course, the Ministry of Justice can't control this place. Who can seal up the things of the Mechanicus?

Above, an elevator fell down, and when it descended from the hole, the child jumped up with a big bag on his back, "Jump up, hurry up, or you will break your leg."

Vito and Omega, who was following behind, looked at each other, shrugged slightly, and jumped up. He landed on the ceiling and grabbed the iron chain on the side. Behind him, Omega also fell, and his mechanical legs stepped on the same metal chain. There was a roar on the ceiling.

He raised his head and looked at each other's black faces with Vito, yes, now Vito knew why the kid said that this place is not the way decent people would like it.

The coal contained in the elevator cabin will continuously spew dust from the exhaust port on the top during transportation, and those who are unlucky to stand on it will be covered in black, such as Vito now, his face He couldn't tell the difference from the black jacket he was wearing.

Vito held his breath, grinning wryly without showing his teeth, because ashes would fly into his mouth, he looked back at Omega behind him, who also looked at him, then raised his head and looked at the light scattered outside.

The elevator cage quickly fell out of the closed tunnel, and the colorful lights shone on the cage and the people standing on it. Vito turned around and looked down at the street below while holding on to the iron chain , that is at the bottom of the Hive Capital, an illegal place.

Under the neon lights of various colors, when their elevator cage passed a terrace, they jumped on it. Vito patted his clothes and slapped the dust on the ground, then took out a gold coin from his pocket and flicked it to him. the child.

"Just like we said, go buy a breathing mask, or you will get pneumoconiosis sooner or later." "Thank you, sir, and this sir." The child said, looking at Omega passing by, he glanced Eyeing the child, he followed Vito who had already left.

Omega followed Vito, and got out from behind a small grid door. Vito stood up and straightened his collar, then walked to a pavement on the street, he picked up the A large bottle of water, and then threw a few Skyhawk coins to the peddler.

He unscrewed the bottle, sprinkled the water on his face, washed off the thick carbon dust two or three times, and then threw the water bottle to Omega behind him.

Vito wiped his face, and the light shone on his wet hair. He walked past the shops on the side of the street. Their doorways and interiors were decorated with various brilliant lights. There were no street lights here. There is also no natural light, these lights are all the light sources here.

On the streets, people came and went to a large number of underhive residents, gang members, lawbreakers, cult members, and expelled Mechanicians. They were here on the streets, buying and selling, or arguing loudly.

There are no law enforcement officials here, and there is no order. Iron fist is the representative word of order here. Everyone passing by Omega is wearing a weapon, good or bad, but without exception, even those who sell goods The shop owner leaned on a gun under the fence.

His mechanical eyes observed everything around him, and scanned the goods sold in those shops. Needless to say, most of them were illegal affairs, dangerous weapons, prohibited mechanical parts, and even brains in jars. , eyeballs and whatever.

This place is simply a paradise for heretical research, crazy experiments, and any outlaws. Omega even saw missionary monks on the side of the street, but it was not the state religion.

"The redemption of the stars is coming! He will bring enlightenment from outside the system, a world without divisions, hierarchies, and pain! Everyone will unite again, listen to his words, listen to mantras and prayers!"

Omega looked at the monk in robes. He had three arms, and the believers beside him also looked different. Most of them could hardly be called normal humans. They surrounded the street, constantly accompanied by three hands raised high. A certain book chanted monks shouted together.

"Gene, the Stealer Sect, they, since they are openly preaching on the streets." "This is Terra, which has the largest city in the entire galaxy and the largest nest, which is not directly proportional. Although the throne is on top of the head, the Emperor The Emperor's Light, but it doesn't really shine here."

Vito laughed jokingly, shaking off the water on his face, and Omega saw another priest who was obviously the Dark Mechanicus, pulling a cart of goods, passing by Omega.

"Department of Justice, don't you care about this place? The degree of danger here, and the possibility of rebellion are very high." "Do you care about this place? Then I sincerely wish you good luck."

As he spoke, he stopped in front of a shop, looked at a table of weapons in it, and then picked up a ball from it. Omega could tell that it was a melta bomb. Judging from the dark green shell Come, it was obtained from a certain Star Militia Army, or the logistics department of the Ministry of Military Affairs.

"That one costs 500 throne coins, as long as it comes after the regent." "So expensive?" "It's a regular military product. I spent a lot of money to bribe the law enforcement officer to ship it down. Yes, 500."

"350." "Where are you going to rob here? 450, it can't be lower." "350, you either sell me, or I go to someone else." "The emperor's ass! Well, you bastard, 400, Buy it now." "Deal."

Vito said and threw a bag of coins to the peddler, and then left before the latter waved his hands away in disgust. Omega glanced at the weapons on the table in the shop, followed Vito, and locked on to the hot tossed in his hand. Molten grenade.

"You, what are you doing with a melta bomb?" "I have a hunch it will be useful." He grabbed it as he rose and fell, and then hung it on his belt, right next to the bolter, Vivian He straightened his collar with his hands, walked across the street, and walked towards the bar with the neon sign.

They came to this "Broken Pot Bar" from the feasting lights. Vito pushed open the door of the bar and walked into the bar with his head held high. Amidst the creaking of the door, Omega also followed.

The pub was full of nesters sitting around looking for fun, just like the outside, all armed, drinking god knows how, loud noises, arguments, even fights, Then a shot was fired.

But the person whose head was blown off did not attract any attention in the bar. The drunken shooter was thrown out by two tall Ogryn bodyguards, fell outside the door just opened, and lay on the ground Smiling nonsense, while the bar continued to be full of singing and dancing.

Vito passed by the dead drinker, the waiter was cursing and dragging him away, Vito came to the counter of the bar, leaned on it, took out a few gold coins from his arms and put them on the table, "Have a drink It's better, don't use gutter products."

The bartender smiled, took out a glass of wine from below and poured two glasses, and Vito took one, "The second glass is yours, my companion, don't drink."

"It can be seen." The bartender glanced at Omega, then picked up the glass and drank it down. He then wiped the drained glass, "What do you need? Have another glass?"

"No, someone asked me to come here." "There are too many people who come here to date, who are you talking about?" "The lions are waiting to wake up, do you remember that?"

Vito took a sip of the wine, but the bartender who wiped the glass stopped. He raised his eyes and glanced at Vito, and then raised his head to gesture to the wine table on the side.

Vito smiled, knocked the glass on the table after drinking the drink, and then threw a few Aquila coins to the bartender, who took it and nodded to him, then greeted the Grimm ape-man beside him, who Immediately went up and drove away the table of drinkers sitting at the wine table.

Vito went up, opened the chair and sat at the table, picked up a bottle of wine that was still on the table, took a sip after smelling the smell inside, and Omega sat opposite him, "Now, what shall we do?"

"Have a drink, and then wait a while, would you like a drink?" Vito said and shook the glass towards Omega, who shook his head, but suddenly, another guest came to the table, and he pulled the chair away , sat at the table.

Behind him, there were several bodyguards sitting at the next table, all of them armed.

"Do you mind a table? And, buy me a drink." He said with a smile. Vito looked at the tall, thin man with a iris belt on his collar and green spots on his cuffs. He smiled and held his hand The wine glass in the cup swayed.

"I only invite my friends to drink, and he invited me here." "Ah, then I think, we are friends." The man with the butterfly flower said, and handed over the wine glass in his hand. Vito smiled slightly He poured wine for him, and then poured himself a glass.

"It took a lot of work for you to let me and my good buddy come here." Vito said, the tall and thin man smiled, raised his glass to Omega, and then took a sip.

"But it's worth the money, otherwise you wouldn't have come here." "Your words are indeed very convincing, so tell me, what do you have for me?"

Vito also took a sip of his wine, but the tall and thin man was smiling, with one hand under his chin, "There is indeed something for you, but it's not here. There are too many people here, too many eyes and ears."

"I agree, I know a better place." Vito said as he raised his glass and touched the man, who showed a faint smile, "I'm curious, maybe next time, this time, according to our Come on, Mister Vito."

Vito smiled silently when he heard his name, then took a sip of the wine and shook the glass in his hand, "What's your name? Who am I talking to?"

"My name is not important, you don't need to know, there is a more important person's name, you should know, his name is Trinke, he is our mutual friend."

"Then Mr. Clint, where is it now?" "Unfortunately, Mr. Clint encountered an accident on the way here, and he was kidnapped. Sir is here to take you to meet the person who actually asked you to meet."

Omega's mechanical eyes turned, and he scanned Clint in front of him, and transmitted the found information to Vito's ear through the wireless earphone.

"Rogue Trader, I'm not sure if the name is real."

After hearing this, Vito raised his head slightly, took a sip of the wine in his hand, and after drinking it all, he picked up the bottle and poured himself another glass, "Who tied up Mr. Clint?"

"Good question, Mister Vito, but I think you'll soon just know, and see for yourself." He smiled as a truck stopped outside the gate behind him and rolled over from its back. A car of people, they were making loud noises outside the door, and had a dispute with the people outside the door.

Then there was a gunshot, and a man with a blown head fell in. The whole bar stopped, turned to look outside the door, and looked at the on-board laser machine gun turning around in the pickup truck.

The man sitting at the table smiled and raised his glass to salute Vito, "Let's see if you are the person I was told to meet, Mr. Vito."

"It's only been ten minutes since we got here." "That seems like a record."

The latter picked up the drink he had just poured, looked at Omega at the table and shrugged, then kicked the wine table over.

The laser beam was flying among the falling glass shards, and it hit the bar counter. A large number of wood chips filled the air, and the smell of wine, blood, and gunpowder mixed together made this place extraordinarily unique.

Vito sat on the ground with his back leaning against the overturned table. After shaking a glass of wine a few times, the table next to his head was pierced, and sawdust splashed down, "It's an ordinary afternoon in the nest, right? ? Omega, I remember you were also born in the nest, is there anyone you miss home?"

"No, yes." Omega's voice was accompanied by a gunshot. A shotgun was hung on his shoulder, under the mechanical arm raised from under the robe, and shot away a gang member who rushed in.

The whole bar was in chaos at the moment, the gang members who rushed in fought with the guests who were drinking here, and the guests fought with another group of guests, and no one knew who the enemy was, so, yes, Even Khorne's arena is more orderly than here.

Omega fired a few more shots, then squatted down, squatting under the solid table, the shotgun on his shoulder ejected a hot shell, "We, just came here, ten, minutes, you let us deep Got into a shootout."

"Don't be so boring, this is the day of nesting, isn't it? Shootout, dead people, guess how many people will die after this fight?" Vito said with a smile, shaking the drink in his hand, and threw one off the table. The unlucky guy with a smoking head, he glanced at him and took a sip of his wine.

"I'll bet thirty, hey, nameless friend, how much do you bet?" Vito turned his head and smiled at the rogue trader, who was hiding behind another table with his bodyguards, and was shooting at him with his gun. Fire from outside and counterattack.

"Sixteen, because now there are fourteen lying in the wine outside." He said as he buried his head, and a flash bullet passed over his head. He shot twice, hit two targets in a row, and shot again, smashed the glass of the bar with one shot, and shot through the head of a person beside the pickup truck outside.

His brains exploded, startling the Heavy, who glared, swore, turned the gun around, and aimed it at Vito with a snarl.

"Now there are seventeen, I bet thirty will be laid down after the bet." Vito said, raised his glass and drank, sideways avoiding the first flash shot by the machine gunner, and then drank it calmly Drinking water, he grabbed the glass with his backhand, held it in his hand, and knocked over a gang member who rushed past.

"Omega, cover, except for our friends, kill whoever you see." Vito said as he pulled out the bolter, he spun it a few times in his hand and turned over the table, Omega immediately stood up, behind him His coat was lifted suddenly, and a dozen mechanical arms pointed a dozen guns at the front.

The mechanical sage pulled the trigger, shotguns, assault rifles, pistols, and submachine guns roared instantly, and the dense barrage rushed forward like a torrential rain, knocking half of the bar to the ground in an instant.

The gang member who flew onto the table cursed and raised his head. He was holding a shotgun, but just as he raised his head, he saw Vito turning over from the top of the table. The gang member cursed and raised his head. The shotgun came, but was immediately kicked on the table.

Vito raised his hand and shot him in the head. With a kick, the shotgun flew up and was caught by him. Vito turned around and raised the shotgun with one hand, aiming at the crowd behind the pillars of the bar. A shot was fired, and the flying shotgun instantly sprinkled a heavy red rain there.

He threw away the shotgun, and picked up the only wine glass that was still intact among the broken glass slag on the table on one side. Vito drank the wine in it, raised his hand and shot the glass that raised his head. A guy who doesn't look like he's a gang member, but considering the situation here, there's no such thing as an enemy or a friend.

Vito fired another shot, shattering the chest of a guy holding a gun from a distance. He hit the accomplice behind him heavily, making the muzzle of his gun aiming at Vito crooked a little, and just as he crooked In an instant, one of Omega's mechanical arms turned around and aimed a shot at his head.

The mechanical priest's eyes are flickering, his aiming interface is constantly covering heads one by one, the mechanical arms behind him are moving rapidly, and the artillery fire is just like the program programmed in his mind, hitting each one accurately and without error. Target.

As soon as the light bullet hit Omega's shoulder, it bounced upward in an instant. Omega turned his head slowly, raised his mechanical arm, and sprayed a shot to a guest next to him. He pulled the trigger and found that the shotgun The gun was emptied, and it was thrown away immediately. The mechanical arm stretched out and picked up the man's gun from the ground.

And at the moment Omega picked up the gun, a burst of violent artillery roared, and the light bullets shot at Omega's body, flying the fragments of the coat, and the mechanical body underneath also splashed sparks. Omega raised his head, The mechanical eye locked on to the shooter on the pickup truck outside the door.

The mechanical arm behind him suddenly raised, placed on his shoulder, and fired a light bullet. The whistling precise laser instantly hit the shooter's eyebrows without any error, and the shot was like hitting the red heart of the target. Break through that head.

Vito looked back at Omega, and knew that this guy had no flesh all over his body. It seemed that Vito guessed right, Omega's clothes slipped to the ground, leaving only a pair of pants on his body, exposing a completely smooth mechanical upper body , From the waist to the Tianling cover, it is all iron.

Omega looked at Vito, and then a series of strafing shots hit him in the face. Omega's head tilted back, and sparks bloomed all around in an instant. Several of the gunmen shot through.

They fell to the ground on their backs, and the last one who survived dropped the gun in his hand and quickly climbed onto the pickup truck. He picked up a plasma door from the truck body, aimed at the Omega and pulled the trigger angrily, "Eat my Plasma! You crazy oil man, don't mess with the Gear Gang!"

"Vito." "Yes, hey, big fool, can you do me a favor?" Vito waved his gun at the Ogryn bodyguard on the side, pointing at the wall in front, "Make a way."

"Ah? Good!" O'Green snorted in confusion, but quickly gave up thinking with his peanut-sized brain, and instead responded in the way he was most familiar with.

O'Green picked up the heavy-duty logging gun in his hand, aimed at the wall and pulled the trigger. The wall was pierced in an instant, and dust was scattered from the collapsed bricks and tiles. Vito looked at the gap and smiled, and drank it all. After the drink in the glass in his hand, he smashed it to the ground at once, and rushed up with a stride.

He jumped out of the gap, turned in the air and looked in the direction of the pickup, the plasma shooter raised the cannon, and behind him, at the truck coming from the other side of the pickup, jumped off it The gang members all looked at Vito.

They stared wide-eyed as he pulled a flickering melta grenade out of his pocket, and Vito slammed it up, rolling the melta grenade under the pickup truck, and the gang gunner behind the car watched. The ball's eyes widened, and a bright light appeared on his face in an instant.

The explosion happened instantly, and the fuel tank at the bottom of the pickup was detonated together. The flames of the explosion instantly engulfed the surrounding gang members. From the flames, the plasma cannon flew out and landed at Vito's feet with smoke.

He looked at the plasma in front of him, and then at the gear gang who climbed onto the last truck and hurriedly retreated. They crashed on the road, knocked down many shops, and crushed many passers-by under the wheels.

Vito bent down and grasped the plasma gunstock, picked it up, aimed at the pickup truck and pulled the trigger. In an instant, blue lightning jumped on the energy tube, and the plasma plasma whizzed out, sliding It exploded the pickup truck with a beautiful arc, and its body and chassis were blown away in an instant.

Holding the smoking plasma, Vito looked at the raging fire on the street, "There is finally a little natural light here." "You know, when you pull the trigger, this, severely overheated plasma, There is a 99.9% chance of exploding, right?"

"A loyal plasma will not explode, but I am loyal and unparalleled." Vito glanced at the plasma in his hand, turned around and threw him to the Rogue Trader, and he caught the smoking plasma cannon.

"What about you? Are you loyal?" Vito put his hands on his hips and patted off the dust that fell on the wall on his shoulders, which was the only "damage" left by him from rushing through the hail of bullets

"I don't recommend you to test this, Mr. Vito." He said, and handed the plasma to a bodyguard behind him, who immediately threw the thing far away, and immediately, the thing finally exploded up.

A cloud of plasma fire rose and shone on the bodyguards. They took a few steps back to avoid the engulfing heat wave. Vito stood in front of the Rogue Trader with one hand on his hip, his jacket fluttering in the hot wind. ring.

"Omega, how many died?" "No more, no less, just now, thirty." Omega said, the purely mechanical part of his upper body was naked, and the iron snake-like mechanical arm behind him dragged a gun to Vito. Beside him, the latter and Omega took a look, then smiled at the Rogue Trader.

"It seems that I won." "Indeed, you won, Mr. Vito, but what prize did we agree on?" "No, but let's think of one now."

As Vito said, with his hands behind his back, passers-by on the surrounding streets began to get closer to watch the excitement. Many people looked at the gate of the bar where the pickup truck was burning, and the wall full of bullet holes. Of course, there were also Vito and Omega that caused it all.

He touched his chin and smiled jokingly, "Your name, Mr. Rogue Trader." "This is the prize you want? I thought it would be more traditional." "I prefer innovation, tell me Me, your name." "Why do you want to know?" "I want to know, that's enough."

The Rogue Trader frowned slightly. He looked at Vito with his hands behind his back in front of him. His bolter was holding a pistol behind him, hanging down from the gap. Omega was standing beside him, carrying dozens of guns behind him. He had a smile on his face, not at all like someone who just left dozens of corpses behind.

"I have many names, it doesn't mean anything to you, but you can call me Nightingale." He opened his mouth after a moment of thought, Vito nodded in satisfaction and smiled, "Very good, Mr. Nightingale, Now, tell me, our friend, where is Mr. Clint?"

"Unfortunately, I can't tell you, but I think he might be able to." The Rogue Trader said with his hands behind his back, and he said to a member of the Gear Gang lying moaning on the ground beside him, he didn't die, before the truck exploded I jumped off the car in time, but the jump was not timely enough.

Vito looked at the man and smiled, then inserted the bolt gun into the holster, and pointed to the bodyguard behind the Rogue Trader, "Give me your coat."

The bodyguard glanced at his boss, who nodded, then the bodyguard took off his coat and threw it to Vito, who caught it and carried it on his shoulders, turned around and walked towards the flames. On the far side of the street, "Omega, bring our friend, he has to answer a lot of questions for us, you come and ask, oh, these are your new clothes, wear them well, don't catch a cold."

Omega hung the clothes on the wrist, and followed behind Vito without saying a word, several mechanical arms wrapped around the legs of the moaning gear gang like snakes, dragged him behind, and walked with Vito Into the darkness of the streets and alleys.

The Rogue Trader watched their disappearing figures, and turned to look at the burning bar behind him. One of his bodyguards leaned forward and handed him the walkie-talkie.

"It's him, that's right, not a spy, tell the Emperor's Voice that he's coming, and I, go back and get what he wants, where it's supposed to go, long live the Lion King."

It's too difficult to choose a chapter name, why don't you give up the chapter name in the future (bushi)