Warhammer Inquisitor

The deck became a mess, and the ground crew ran back and forth on the large deck. Their shouts filled and echoed under the metal dome, and red light flashed from time to time outside the blue standing air wall on one side. With the green light beams, even if there were no explosions and vibrations, the dark clouds of war would have descended here long ago.

The machine servants carried out orders in groups, and the soulless laborers approached from the side carrying thick energy hoses. Under the instructions of the ground staff or to be precise, these mindless servants inserted the energy pipes into the blue mines. At the port on the Hawk's tail, the pump element begins to fill the Thunderhawk's fuel tank.

Omega walked around Thunderhawk, green scanning beams flashed in his mechanical eyes, and the incense burner hung down from the mechanical arm behind him, burning and floating with the hymn to appease the soul of the machine.

Faint smoke from the incense burner rushed over the sides of the Thunderhawk fuselage, and the mist was cut off by the blue steel. The thick double-mounted heavy-duty bolter was swinging up and down, and the sound of loading came from the inside of the muzzle. A Star Warhawk is ready to attack.

And its deadly passengers are also making preparations. Lancelot is sitting on the container beside Thunderhawk, with a censer hanging from his finger. Do you think this censer is small? The reason why it looks like a small thing like a ring is only because of the hugeness of the Astartes.

"Receive the fire in ten minutes! Repeat, receive the fire in ten minutes!" A warning echoed on the communication screen in the ship, and the battle siren sounded one after another, and the red light danced on the walls and hatches.

Around Lancelot, transport vehicles and flatbed vehicles were driving at a high speed. They were shuttled on the deck, and the ground crews were busy preparing for the take-off of the Lightning fighters and the Valkyrie transport planes.

Puffs of smoke and dust poured out from under the shaking censer, and the smoke landed on the power sword lying on Lancelot's knee. The cold blade flashed a cold light in the incense mist, and the dark angel's green wings also It spreads its wings at the hilt, like a ferocious raptor about to pounce on its prey.

The mechanical priest walked behind Lancelot, and the servo skulls followed and coiled around him. His strange binary language did not attract Lancelot's attention.

Lancelot's eyes were fixed on a line of inscriptions on the sword body. It was an inscription written with ancient Caliban knight proverbs. Its language and meaning have long been forgotten by mankind. Only the Sons of the Band know this unknown ancient language.

"Blade of the Lion King, Sword of the Emperor, the Primarch above bless me." Lancelot recited the chapter's eulogy in a low voice, his face serious and serious.

Every Astartes does this during their final inspection before battle, and even Ragnar is now carefully inspecting his chainaxe, the grey-blue blade is carved with the image of a howling wolf. head.

The Son of Fenris carefully checked his equipment. He did not chant or recite certain eulogies. He seemed to completely believe in the machine spirit in his hand. Without comfort and consolation, it had already merged with himself and became the emperor's soul. Immortal soldier.

And his warband brother, the old Olaf, held the two-handed hammer of the priest and chanted in a low voice, "Father of all knowledge, watch over your people and lead your wolves."

"I am the son of Leman Russ, the wolf of Fenris, I dedicate my life and oath to you, leading the way of ice and snow, father of all knowledge."

Lancelot raised his head and looked at Olaf. He nodded approvingly and admired Olaf's calmness. The old wolf has gone through countless years of fighting. He is the oldest and most tenacious fighter present. The five gold coins on his forehead A nail is a wordless declaration of honor.

Five-hundred-year veterans, respected in any Chapter, their long lives belong to the Emperor, to the great mission of the Astartes.

Lancelot stood up, he inserted the knight sword into the bridge, and handed the censer with his big hand to the machine servant who was on standby. Then he put on the wing helmet, and the Caliban knight walked to the door of the Thunderhawk's cabin and looked away. Come judge.

Vito came from a distance on the deck. The bolter and chainsword on his belt were shaking with his steps. He also wore a lot of weapons and ammunition clips on his waist. He had already taken off the scarlet cloak, and He put on a well-fitting and crisp black jacket.

Um? Why don't you wear a breastplate, you ask? My friend, what is the difference between wearing a breastplate and running naked when it comes to necromantic disintegration rays and Gauss weapons?

Vito walked to the front of the engine room deck, and he nodded to several Astartes. Both Lancelot and Olaf nodded solemnly to the judge. Only Ragnar, who was lively and active as always, expressed his kindness with a playful smile. .

"Lancelot, it looks like your preparations for battle are complete." Vito said with a smile, and the Caliban knight nodded slightly and tapped his breastplate with his hands, "In the name of Ryan, in the name of the Emperor. "

"What about you? Old wolf, can you still move your bones?" He smiled and said, of course Olaf was not angry, he knew Vito was joking so he nodded with a smile, "I can continue to fight for my father for a few more years , until he summons me to the throne." "Then your retirement plan may have to be delayed for a long time, and it seems that the Emperor is not in a hurry to ask you to accompany him."

The old wolf chuckled a few times, "One day he will call me, and I also hope that it will be the most glorious battle, the greatest battle." "I'm sure it will be .”

Vito turned to look at Ragnar. The energetic wolf cub smiled and showed a row of teeth. To be precise, they were wolf teeth.

"What about you, Ragnar, I hope you haven't spent too much time on drinking."

"Praise the All-Father! Another battle can be fought in such a short time!" Ragnar laughed loudly, raising the chain saw ax in his hand and yelling, spitting out mist from under his mouth full of fangs.

Vito smiled and looked at Ragnar with his arms crossed, "Are you ready to deal with the undead? I don't think you need to read the briefing to know, right?"

"Of course! If it's not a green light, it's a red light, it's definitely a dead spirit!" Ragnar smiled and pulled out the melta gun on his waist, then hung the chain saw ax on his belt and pulled out a plasma pistol , this guy held two guns chicly on both sides of his head.

He gave the answer silently with a smile on his face. Vito smiled and looked at Lancelot. The latter patted the bolt gun on his waist and nodded affirmatively, "We are ready, judge, waiting for you." Order."

Vito walked between them and walked onto the deck. Ragnar turned his head to look at the judge in surprise, and pointed to the fixed cabin next to the hatch door. That fixed location was much smaller than the surrounding fixed shelves. For mortals.

"Your position is here, what are you going to do?"

"Ship," Vito responded cheerfully, and Ragnar's almost terrified expression was met with, "No!"

and howls of despair.

In the cockpit of the Thunderhawk, Bell is adjusting the instruments. He is sitting on the large Astartes chair, and there is a small mortal seat beside him. Obviously this Thunderhawk has been modified for general purpose, which makes it Both Astartes and mortals can fly the Raptors into planets and bring the Emperor's wrath upon their enemies.

"The soul of the machine is calm, it is in the best condition." Omega's voice came from the communication platform, and Bell saw the priest from the driving glass, and he was tirelessly checking and comforting every part of the war raptor.

Bell shook the joystick, and the propulsion nozzle at the tail of the fighter swayed with the movement of his wrist, and the slight preheating flame flickered in the vortex nozzle.

Bell checked the data display terminals one by one, ammunition, fuel and take-off preparations were all ready.

But just when Bell was about to call his brothers to come up, he just turned his head and saw the judge walk into the cockpit, Vito walked to the side of the driver's seat and kicked Bell's leg armor, "Let's go , I'll drive."

Before Bell could respond, Ragnar strode out of the cockpit door and looked at Vito bitterly, "Come on, Vito, I vomited all the way last time you drove the Thunderhawk!"

"Who told you to drink so much malt wine before you set off? Go back and stay." Vito said and sat on the mortal operator's seat. He waved his hand to signal Bell to start, and the pharmacist did obey the order. , He got up from the pilot's seat and walked out of the cockpit with his power armor stepping on the deck and making a heavy echo.

Vito took one last look at Ragnar, who looked constipated, and turned on the engine with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, and the roar of the thrusters sounded instantly.

"Ah! All Father!" Ragnar complained and turned to leave. At this moment, Lancelot and Olaf were just boarding the plane. Lancelot quickly got into his seat and immediately locked the latch. Garner showed a surprised expression.

He felt the weight of the Thunderhawk leaving the ground, and also saw Bell entering his position, "It's Vito, and the Emperor is on top, we have to bear it."

Lancelot immediately entered his position, he pulled down the fixing bolt to lock himself firmly, Olaf also completed the preparations for departure, the Astartes were already in their positions, and Lager Na's chattering and complaining shouts mingled with the roar of the gunship's engines.

Vito pulled up the joystick, the Thunderhawk slowly rose from the ground and slid forward out of the hangar, the blue stand shield penetrated around the fighter plane, and the Thunderhawk entered the space from the lower edge of the belly of the Mars-class battlecruiser .

Vito looked at the chaotic battlefield ahead from the cockpit. Cannons, blue light beams and green arcs flickered in the entire space, and the flames of explosions dotted the orbits of the planets.

"Sit down!" Vito yelled, pushing the power of the thrusters to the fullest, and instantly the four Astartes in the cabin were thrown from one side, and if they hadn't been fixed already, they would definitely crash to the bulkhead.

The power of the thruster engine reached the highest level, and the flames of the sun were lit in the jet port, almost instantly allowing the Thunderhawk to accelerate to the speed of sound and sprint out.

And on the battlefield in front of them, Mechanicum and Necromancer are engaged in a cruel cosmic hand-to-hand combat.