Warhammer Inquisitor

The dim light shines on the silver metal surface, it looks like a piece of pure marble, and the surrounding light spots are reflected on its surface, just like a dim star, on the surface refracted by the "starlight", a A stiff face slid past there, and the long hose hanging from the face cast a faint shadow in the light.

He walked beside the silver armor, and the long fuel gun in his hand dragged on the ground, swaying from side to side with his stiff footsteps, and the wall on one side hit a pair of slender high-cut boots. There is a long row of buttons on the front, and the raised upper is like the combat boots that those battle nuns would wear.

They were indeed a pair of combat boots, especially with the reflective breastplate she wore on her chest and the armor on her wrists. She looked at the pipe that hit her ankle and frowned at the man. The fiery red hair tied into a ponytail at the back of the head swayed with the eyes.

"What are you doing?" She strode forward and asked the man dragging the gas hose. To be precise, it was not a person, but a machine servant, so it was... half a person?

The servitor raised his head, his dull eyes looked even more expressionless in this dim launch corridor, "According to the Navy's pre-departure operating guidelines, a fuel check and refueling should be carried out for a fighter jet before departure, but I, Didn't find any oil pipelines." "That's because it's not needed, leave now." "According to the regulations." "I said, leave!"

The servitor was silent for a moment, and made a light ticking sound, obviously performing authority calculations in his brain, but in the end he chose to nod, "Of order, Ms. Yeta."

This soulless corpse left with a refueling gun. Yeta watched him go away, then waved to the other machine servants around, ordering them to leave. She didn't like these guys approaching the Aquila, her own ship, okay Well, at least for the time being, be your own ship.

Yeta hates people who touch her very much. Except for people she trusts, anyone who touches Yeta's things without permission will make her angry, no matter whether it is a real person or just performing a monotonous program, But fortunately, the machine servants are more obedient than real people.

Yeta came to the nose of the Aquila, she raised her head and looked at the unique window without any glass, its surface was completely smooth, like a water drop suspended on the ground, Yeta stretched out her hand to lean on it At the nose of the machine, I can feel the heartbeat below it, which is a sound that ordinary people cannot hear. For many people, it is a dead thing, but for Yeta, it is alive.

The machine spirit whispered under the silver surface, its voice echoed in Yeta's mind, she closed her eyes, "I know, all we can do is to walk through a group of orcs with strong limbs and simple minds. It’s just in the past, yes, I know, the wind and sand on the ground will make you very uncomfortable, but this is a mission, I promise, I will wash you clean when I go back.”

"Who are you talking to?" "Commander Yarick, I'm talking to it." "It?" "Machine Soul, I'm talking to Machine Soul." Yarick walked over from the side, commissar dressed as usual A long black overcoat, his heavy mechanical arm, shone with luster under the dim light around him.

He walked with heavy steps, came to the nose, looked at the Skyhawk beside him, "Can you sense the existence of the machine soul? I don't know, you are still a psyker." "Before that , I don’t know, the marshal enlightened me, now I know how to use psionic powers, at least some fur, how about you? Commissar, do you know how to awaken your own psionic powers?” “I don’t have psionic powers.” said the marshal Yes, we all have."

Yarick looked at Yeta hesitantly, with doubts in his eyes, but he hid it well, under that old Chen's face, it was difficult for people to see what he was thinking, "Maybe, but it's not good for us. This mission doesn’t have much effect, let’s start with what’s in front of us first, do you already know how to drive it?”

"Yes, I already know it." Yeta responded proudly. When she reached the soul level connection with the machine soul, she was already familiar with everything about this ancient machine. Similarly, it also knew its own. It was the first time for Ta to expose her memories and true thoughts, or to a machine, but it didn't make her feel uncomfortable.

Machines are more reliable than humans, they will keep secrets, no one can learn from it, things that the master does not want others to know, at this point, Yeta can understand Mechanicism, why do you believe that machines are better than humans? More advanced and trustworthy.

Their understanding is interlinked, Yeta knows a lot from the Aquila, things she didn't know before, many ancient stories about the golden age, of course, Vito asked her to keep it secret, she didn't ask too much, Yeta believed He will do as he says.

But in addition, Yeta also really, not the kind of ordinary pilot who understands after training, but really understands the Aquila. When her soul forms a connection with the machine soul, she can sense Every electronic pipeline below it, every twitch of the piston, and every energy operation output by the reactor is like a part of her own body.

For example, because of this, she knew that the Aquila did not need to be refueled at all, and that there was an artificial satellite star system electromagnetic in the body, as its power source, it was a puzzling technology, gold The human beings of the era transformed a man-made or compressed galaxy into a battery, so as to provide a real steady stream of power for the machine. The power came from the small universe inside. When Yeta sensed its existence, he was surprised No words came out, and Vito just shrugged.

The Mechanicus will definitely be obsessed with it. Although, it can only be so. I am afraid that this kind of technology is something that any priest or sage will not be able to comprehend in a few lifetimes. problem.

Yarick looked at the Aquila, and the human finger touched the body of the Aquila lightly, "That's good, come on, your men are waiting for you." "They are too. Your subordinates." "The subordinates I don't know can't be called mine." "Then, come on, let me introduce them to you, you will like it."

Yeta's hand reluctantly moved away from the Skyhawk, and the machine's soul sensor was disconnected instantly, which made her feel a little lost, but Yeta didn't show it. She passed by the side of the Skyhawk's silver-white fuselage and came to the place where the machine was put down at the end. At the hatch, there are several pitch-black equipment boxes.

"Destroyer, is everything ready?" "It's all ready, if you want to blow up a mountain, I will accompany you at any time." "Ha, very good, but I hope I don't need these bombs, what about the others? Automatic scouting Is the skull, and the planet scanner in there?" "They are, and the technicians are taking care of these hard-to-serve guys." "I call it fine."

Yarick looked at the four people on the back of the Skyhawk, and he observed them carefully, while Yeta on the side smiled and raised his hand with one hand on his hip to introduce to him, "This big guy is the king of destruction." "Hello, ha, your mechanical arm must be as powerful as mine."

The Destruction King put down a huge box. His hands were not mechanical arms, but armored, but they were still quite strong. His fists were like cannonballs. They were veritable iron fists. His arms were quite thick. Just like himself, big and tall, like a little Astartes.

Jarick grinned boldly. He looked at him. Besides his strong body, the most conspicuous thing about the King of Destruction was his blindness. One of his eyes was blind, which looked scary, but When you see his kind and generous smile, you will not worry too much about something.

"That's a technician, our best technical officer." "It's a pleasure to meet you." "Ha, don't be humble, technician." "I think this is an objective fact."

The technician stood up from the side of the box. He was a tall man, wearing a tactical armor that was much smaller than Destruction King, but the most striking thing was his appearance, his gentle face, wearing a round Glasses, make people suspect that he is more like a professor.

As the technician got up, he wore a helmet on his head, and on the mask part was a scanner. He looked at the data board in his hand and meticulously checked the preparations, "I believe we are ready, I will rewrite the It improved the procedure of reconnaissance skull, and improved its exhaust structure, so that it can replace us and go to many sandy areas for reconnaissance.”

"Well done, Technician, you see, as I said, the best technical officer, and that one over there, is Echo, an excellent member of the Mechanicus." "I'm not a member of the Mechanicus, but I was They have transformed it." The man named Echo came over, his most notable feature is the mechanical arm on his right hand, the end of the arm is replaced by a data plug, his legs are also mechanical, like a shield The teaching army, but the biggest difference between him and the teaching army is that although his brain has also undergone mechanical transformation and has several obvious electrodes, he still has complete self-awareness.

"Aren't you a Mechanicus Skitarii?" "No, Commissar, but I'm glad I'm not." "Echo is our techno-sergeant, who operates the mechs, weapons, and anything we can find on the ground, he Fix them all and put them in motion." "It's an honor to serve you, Commissar."

Yarick nodded affirmatively to Echo, then followed Yeta's fingers, and looked at the fourth person walking in the shadows in the distance. He was a gloomy person with no positive expression on his face, as if Shrouded in resentment, he sat on a box beside him, carrying a sniper rifle on his shoulder, and his whole body was like that gun, making people feel chills in the back just by looking at him, and you, just I don't even want to hand over my back to him.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Yarick, and spat out the toothpick he was chewing in his mouth, "The sight." He introduced himself, Yeta nodded, "The sight is our sniper, the whole expeditionary force, maybe The best sniper, he can hit a fart in the nostril running wildly on a motorcycle from a kilometer away." "I can also hit faster things."

"Be humble, front sight, you will soon prove your marksmanship." A man spoke from a distance, he was a strong man, he was wearing a silver-gray armor, but the most distinctive feature was , his face is painted with special camouflage, a red turban is tied on his head, and the iconic long knife is equipped on his arm, which can be pulled out at any time, so that anyone who dares to approach him will know his mistake.

"The Catachans." Jarick summed it up brilliantly, "Well, you are right, this is a hunter, he is indeed a Catachan, the captain of this team, and our best scout .” “Hello, political commissar.”

The hunter came to Jarick, who was holding a helmet and two pistols on his waist. Jarick nodded to him, "I have fought side by side with Catachan jungle warriors more than once." Do you trust us? We need to trust each other on this mission." "I don't know you guys yet, but if I do, maybe I will." "Haha! Then you'll know us before you need it. "

The King of Destruction said boldly from the side, and the hunter nodded, "We will complete the task as quickly as possible, and if there is any trouble, we will also solve it." "Yes, but this time it is more boring than I imagined, I thought we were going to kill the bosses of those orcs." "This is a reconnaissance mission, Destroyer, if next time, you will have a chance to use your destructive power."

The Destroyer shrugged his shoulders, expressing helplessness, the hunter looked at the technician on the side, "Are you ready?" "It's all ready, just need to make some final adjustments."

The technician was interrupted, but it was not anyone present who interrupted him, but the surrounding environment, all the lights went out, and darkness enveloped the entire runway in an instant, "Hey! Who turned off the lights, damn it, technician, put Lights on, damn, where's my flashlight?" "Wait."

The hunter grabbed the hand of the King of Destruction in the darkness. He looked out of the runway gate in the distance. Yeta, who was in the darkness behind the Aquila, also looked forward. At the end of the darkness, there was a faint starlight Where did the light come from, they were originally quite dim, almost invisible under the surrounding lighting, but now that the lights have been extinguished, their light shines in, but also because of this, those huge shadows , also fell in.

They were huge bodies, and they passed slowly outside the cabin door under the dim starlight, and one after another shadows fell on the end of the runway, like a group of monsters with teeth and claws.

Several people were silent, looking at the shadows moving past, one of the long shadows squirmed past the runway, it was connected by countless chain shadows, just like a worm crawling on the runway, it was very long, quite It was long, and it took a while to finally pass.

They stayed in the dark for a long time. After those huge shadows passed by, the lights came back on again. The instant process from dark to bright made Destruction King's eyes very uncomfortable. He rubbed his only one. Eyes, "What are those?" "Great ships of the orcs."

It was Yarick who responded to him, and he looked towards Yeta, as if he knew that the latter's communicator was about to ring, "Yeta, we can only send you here, and you have to go on the next road." walk on my own."

"Understood, thank you Miss Anna." Yeta said to the communicator, she put it down and looked at Yarick and the four members of the team behind the hatch, "Let's go, King of Destruction, move them up." "Okay .”

The strong Destroyer carried two boxes. He walked past Yarick, smiled boldly at the political commissar, and bent down into the Skyhawk. The technician lowered his head while pressing the button in his hand. The data pad walked in without raising his head, the sight was behind him, he chewed a toothpick in his mouth, walked behind with a sniper rifle on his shoulder, and Echo walked over with the hunter.

The hunter smiled when he passed Yarick, and pressed his shoulder, "You will get used to us."