Warhammer Inquisitor

The huge lion beast pounced on the man, and he immediately dodged it, dropping the prey in his hand, and the huge beast rushed up, biting the prey that fell on the ground and tearing it frantically, tearing its fur Torn to pieces with flesh and blood.

The man rolled to his feet, grasped his spear, and faced the beast, one of Caliban's most dangerous hunters, the King of the Forest as the natives called him.

It has a scorpion-like poisonous tail, sharp claws like steel knives, and sharper teeth like chisel nails. Its thick mane stands back like a sail.

It turned its head abruptly, biting off the deer in its mouth, and its tentacles-like beards trembled around. That was its angry low growl, and the lion beast rushed towards him.

The man raised his spear and resigned, but the spear head broke instantly on the beast's lion's fur. It roared angrily, and broke the rest of the spear with one claw.

The lion beast bit at the man, he grabbed the beast's upper and lower front teeth, and pushed it open firmly, the latter slapped it up with a claw, knocking the man away.

He jumped back and ran quickly, the beast chased after him, jumped down from the treetops, he ran along the trunk between the tall Caliban trees, and the lion beast was behind chasing.

When it opened its mouth wide, all the wing crowns around its neck opened to the surroundings, trembling in the roar.

The man ran forward, grabbed the vine and swung to the tree on the other side, and the lion and beast also jumped over, a huge shadow flashed across the woodland, and the roar echoed under the tree canopy.

The man landed on the side of the tree. He roared and looked at the monster behind him. The beast rushed towards him. The man seized the opportunity and quickly ran back to the tree trunk, then stepped on the tree and jumped up, jumping to the lion on the neck of the beast.

He grabbed the beast's mane, pulled out the stone knife and stabbed it in the eye. The monster roared, and blood gushed out of the eye socket.

The tail of the lion beast stabbed from behind and hit the man's shoulder. He let out a low growl and was thrown flying by the lion beast. He fell from the tall tree, and the stone knife in his hand was also dropped, and fell on the ground all at once. on the ground.

His shoulder was dislocated, and the tingling made him growl in a low voice, but the lion beast would not give him a chance to breathe. The monster jumped down from the tree, and blood spilled from its hollow eyes when its huge mouth roared.

It rushed towards the man, who threw himself under a tree trunk, he got into the gap between the vines, the lion beast jumped on it, its sharp claws kept tearing at the vine, and its teeth gnawed at it frantically.

The vines kept being torn off, and the bloody face of the lion beast kept approaching, with angry howls trying to tear him apart. The man leaned against the tree vines, he had no weapons, and could only tear off a thick tree beside him. Rattan as a mallet.

He watched the approaching beast panting, one hand dangling from his dislocated shoulder like a torn tree root.

"Why don't you call for help? Call them, your compatriots." The crow was speaking aside, standing on the vine.

"I'm not human." The man said, his eyes fixed on the face of the beast. It kept tearing off the trees and burrowed in, almost touching him with its sharp claws.

"Aren't you human? You are like them." The crow said, seemingly not seeing the approaching monster.

"I'm not! You either help, or shut up!" The man raised the thick vine and smashed it, but the lion beast bit the stick in his hand and tore it to pieces in an instant.

The man leaned back inside, while the crow continued to flap its wings, watching him panting in pain, "Aren't you human? Then where did you come from?"

"I" the man said, recalling something in pain, broken glass, liquid on the ground, a baby crawling out of something.

And the sky, the golden sky, the world soaked in liquid, he floats in it, with the multi-pipelines around, the ticking, the talking, the two people.

"Who are you?" asked the crow.

"I saw, a man, a blond man, standing there, and a, a man who was shorter than him, with long hair, a woman, and they were arguing."

He didn't know what a woman was. He had never seen it before, but he seemed to recognize it. Suddenly, many things followed the sound of the crow, and the pain in his body appeared before his eyes.

"She didn't believe him, and she opened a door."

As the man said, the lion beast bit off the thickest tree root, its head got in, and it roared in front of it, interrupting the man's thoughts.

"Call them and they will help you, tell them your name," said the crow.

"No, I don't trust them, they will kill me like a beast!"

"You are not a beast, and beasts have no names."

"I do not have either!"

"You have, recall it, and tell them." The crow flapped its wings and made a piercing cry, "Call, otherwise you will die again and stay trapped here."

Many corpses suddenly appeared on the left and right sides of the man. They were torn apart and bitten. He found that the corpses all looked the same as himself.

"Call, memory," said the crow loudly, clattering its wings in the air.

The lion and beast are approaching, the soil on the tree keeps falling, the man leans against the tree with his eyes closed, and the mirror image frantically flashes in his mind, the bubbling liquid, the steel wall, the three people in front of the glass, one of them approached look at him.

"Did he name them?" he asked.

"No, he calls him Number One," a woman replied.

"It really is him, they have to have a name, um, number one, the eldest son, let's call him"

The man's eyes snapped open, and he looked at the lion beast in front of him and shouted, "Lion! My name is Ryan!"

A sword pierced the lion beast's head, its face was pierced through the middle, and then it was pulled away, and there appeared in the light outside the trees an armored figure, and he stretched out a Come on.

"Just say there's a kid here! Ryan grabs my hand, my name is Luthor."

Ryan stretched out his hand to him, he held him, and pulled Ryan out from under the tree at once, the light instantly surrounded everything, Ryan opened his eyes and found that he was in an ocean.

He remembered who he was, Lion, King of the First Legion, father, brother, and friend to many.

The crow stood on a dead tree in the ocean. It stood on the top of the tree and looked at him. The crow changed color, golden, and its feathers became golden, just like the light of the sun.

There was a sword stuck in the root of the tree, a flaming sword, and Lion stepped up, and he came to the sword and watched it stretch out its hand, and his hand grasped the hilt.

"grown ups."

"Father, you are back."