Warhammer Inquisitor

The flames of the explosion rose, and the burning crude off-road vehicle smashed into the front of the chariot. From the shattered window, a mutilated corpse fell in front of Old Joey's throne. It was the one that he promised to enter. The war boy in the Hall of Valor, he still kept a smile on his face before he died, and he didn't know if it was too late to change, or he really believed that.

The entire lower body of the war boy, as well as the left side of his body, were gone. The explosion engulfed him, and the high temperature burned his flesh and blood, so that the place where blood should have flowed, now only remained a piece of solidified scorched black.

Old Joey got up angrily, and he looked around at the towering rocks with hornet's nests scattered on their surfaces, the midday sun and the burning off-road vehicles lit up the boulders at the end.

"Who did it? Who is attacking us? The revenge of the bullet farm?" Beside Old Joey, the war boy holding the war skeleton scepter looked around, and the other pale-skinned war boys around him, All of them had already raised their guns, and those hanging on the sides of the vehicle jumped off the chariot and spread out in the narrow valley around them.

Behind them, the war convoy drove into the narrow mountain passage, stood on the truck and looked around with guns, and those on the ground began to walk around, alerting the surrounding war boys, and began to check the stones and gaps around. Get up, a few of them, under the instructions of Old Joey, vigilantly approached the place of the explosion with their guns in hand.

The leader, who used a branding iron to disregard the pain, portrayed the totem of the conquered tribe, raised the long-barreled tug gun and squatted down. He looked at the burning flames on the ground and the surface that was lifted by the explosion, "Undead Joe Hey, it's our motorcycles, they've been buried underneath as mines."

"Who buried it?" Old Joey asked loudly on the roof of the car. The war boy seemed to have found something on the ground. His hands were moving among the burning wreckage. It was interesting. They didn't seem to be afraid of the heat, but This is not surprising, after all, who would be shirtless at noon on a planet like this?

He picked up something from the explosion crater on the ground, it was an exploded can, with so many fragment grooves attached to its surface, it seemed that it could pretend to be some external fragments, but now, it was There is nothing, only the simplest and most direct traces of the explosion, remaining on the half of the object left.

The kid lowered his head, looked inside, and saw that there was a lot of strong liquid sticking inside, "It's not the tribesman, it's the city-state people! It's them!"

Before he finished speaking, a crosshair locked on the center of his eyebrows above the valley at the top, and accompanied by the soft buzzing sound of his finger pulling the trigger, a red light whizzed over, pierced his head, and directly let the It exploded, and the brains sprayed all over the ground. The boys behind him immediately raised their guns to look for the shooter, but before they found each other, they were shot in the head with a few precise shots.

The corpses fell to the ground one by one. The war boy holding the totem scepter stared wide-eyed. On his snow-white skin, his eyes swollen under the black oil paint stared at the brothers who fell to the ground, "City people? I thought they It has been killed by the green monster!" "Obviously not."

As Old Joey said, he bent down to avoid the incoming laser beam, and several war sons with guns beside him were shot in the head, and the eyeballs of one of them were blown out, and fell directly on Undead Joey's head. On the arm, blood was sprayed on his thick arm, and Joey looked into the distance suddenly, and found the reflections flickering among the stones.

"Where is he! In my name, destroy him!" Old Joey clenched his fists and shouted. On the off-road vehicle driving up beside him, the war boy with a machine gun immediately raised the muzzle, and the bullet chain was on his side. Swinging it aside, he roared and pulled the trigger, and the violent bullet rain instantly hit the rock in the distance.

A figure rolled out from there. He squatted up, raised his gun and fired three shots in a row, hitting the machine gunner and several people around him with precision. They usually fell into the off-road vehicle, and some rolled over After landing, another war boy behind them immediately climbed on the hull, raised the machine gun and prepared to fire on the shooter.

But at this moment, from the halfway up the mountain next to him, a tall figure suddenly turned from behind the weathered stones. He was holding a heavy logging gun, and the muzzle roared with the trigger, violently The barrage of bullets poured onto the off-road vehicle from not far away in an instant. In the blink of an eye, the boy with the machine gun was beaten to pieces, and the other boys behind him were also swept away by the rain of bullets.

At the side of the off-road vehicle, other war boys with guns looked at him, but suddenly, several shooters came out from the other side, two of them, one of them had a mechanical latch on the lower part of his arm, Holding the laser pistol and another companion beside him, they fired at the convoy from the side.

The laser beam roared in, piercing through the bodies of several people in an instant. They quickly hid behind the car, used it as a cover and raised their guns to open fire. It came out from the side, and directly beat the several boys behind into smoking corpses.

The two people on the mountainside pointed their laser guns at the bottom and fired continuously. The laser beam pierced the armored bodies of those tribal tanks condescendingly. Guns, for these barbarians and their creations, have already struck the dimension.

There was chaos in the convoy being shot down, laser beams, and bullets from heavy logging guns continuously bombarded the convoy crowded in the narrow valley. The most exposed war boys on the backs of their cars were the first to be killed. Directly exposed to the fierce firepower from the left and right sides, they turned into incomplete minced meat in the cross-fire.

They fell and hit the sand, on the ground between the convoys. The war boys, constantly looking for cover, those who were lucky enough not to be hit by the laser guns, sticking out the barrels at the corners of the vehicles, came out of the car turf. Fired at the two gunmen above.

Their bullets whizzed away, and the bullets that could tear flesh and blood bounced off the red and gray armor, and the only thing left was a scratch on the glass of the face , and this also attracted the gunman's attention, he turned his head with eyes, looked at the chassis of the car below, and threw down several round spheres, which rolled down from the mountainside, Rolled under the chassis of the car, and then suddenly exploded, smashing the person lying there and the vehicle above.

Steel was flying around in the flames, and the shattered ground flew over Old Joey's head. He looked around at the gunmen on both sides, and a series of bullets swept past him, breaking a long pipe between the thrones behind him, " Beast gun, let the steel beast come up!"

Old Joey turned around and roared at the truck behind him. Above the tall body, behind the two smoke pipes inserted into the rear of the cab, a door suddenly opened, and a heavy machine gun was pulled out of it. , the painting description of that thing, it is a weapon of the local defense force.

Don't know, whether they bought it or snatched it, but it doesn't matter, this is a weapon from a real imperial factory, obviously the strongest here, it immediately rises to the roof, and the severely distorted one sitting on the rear side The shooter, his muscles swelled to unnatural three hands, one of which held the trigger, the other stretched out from above, grasping the barrel and dancing around, and the last hand dragged the chain of bullets extending from below.

The gunman roared and spun, and the platform below him flexibly rotated left and right, and the barrel of the gun also waved and shot at the surrounding valleys. The weathered stones there were immediately smashed into flying wreckage, and the two gunmen there immediately Throwing to the side, rolling down the hillside, dodging the incoming gunfire.

The laser beam roared in and hit the deformed machine gunner in the head, but unexpectedly, he survived, half of his head turned into a puddle of scorched flesh, his face hanging down on the side , the eyeballs also fell off, and were connected together with the last few necklines, but he was not dead. The machine gunner roared and immediately pulled over with the muzzle of his arm gun, aiming at the precision gunner on the mountain in the distance.

The man on the top of the mountain put down his sniper rifle, spat out the toothpick in his mouth, cursed, and then slid down the side of the mountain, avoiding the roaring artillery fire, and the entire mountaintop was beaten into a flying mess debris.

Old Joey looked around, the opponent's firepower was suppressed, he raised his right arm as two fists, "Rush up now, and destroy them." "In order not to die Joey!"

From behind the beaten and paralyzed chariot, the war boys rushed out. They stepped on the broken bodies of those blood brothers who died on the ground. Their smoking flesh and blood were rubbed on the ground under their feet. Everywhere, the brothers who stepped on them rushed to the mountainside where the two gunmen took shelter.

But suddenly, another burst of fire came from behind them. A series of laser beams pierced the heads, abdomen and back of several people. She has a slender body with two guns, and when she shoots, her red hair swings left and right on her forehead between the translucent glass behind the helmet.

It was a woman, but she was not an ordinary woman. She held two guns and fired alternately, quickly knocking the war boys in front of her to the ground. When the boys who reacted fired at her, her The armor blocked the direct fire, and the bullets jingled and sparked on it.

She swooped to the side to dodge, raised her double guns to aim at them, but before she could fire, those boys were smashed into bursting flesh by the firepower from the other side, and the tall figure with a heavy machine gun jumped down from the hillside He raised his machine gun and approached the girl. As he walked, he shot everywhere like muzzles. Fierce artillery fire roared among the convoys, causing the vehicles to jingle, the doors shattered, and the glass burst and scattered everywhere. , the boys around him were beaten to pieces.

"Get out of here immediately!" Old Joey ordered loudly on the roof of the car. He sat down on the severely mutated driver in the chariot, and immediately squeaked and squeaked. The latter turned the steering wheel, and one of his slender arms , Pull down the push lever on the side, the chariot spins instantly from the wheels, rushes backwards, and hits the car behind.

The driver roared again and pushed forward. The tall chariot instantly spewed raging flames from several pipes behind Old Joey, and even the interrupted pipe spit out scarlet flames. The completely burned oil was also spit out, and the black viscous liquid was sprayed on the arm.

The chariot rushed forward all of a sudden, it knocked away the cars in front, and rushed towards the exit at the end of the valley. Undead Joey stood on the shaking roof, looking at the exit that was close at hand, and Out there in the distance, the Coke Springs on the horizon, the burning convoy, and the gunfire were all left behind.

Those gunmen fired a few shots at his car, but this is Old Joey's own chariot. A few laser shots and heavy bullets will not make it explode on the spot like those tattered chariots. Old Joey Standing on the roof of the car, looking at the exit that was approaching rapidly, the chariot roared and rushed out from the end of the valley, but the moment Joey felt relieved, a shadow appeared above his head.

A man suddenly landed on the roof of the car. He raised his pistol and fired continuously, killing several war boys on the roof. The other man rushed over, grabbed his gun, and wrestled with him at close range. , but the man immediately let go of the gun, and pulled a blade from his arm, the blade of which was flashing amber lightning. neck.

The war boy fell to the side and hit the wheel, his head was crushed straight down into a burst watermelon. The man with the short knife rushed over. He was wearing armor, and the war boy along the way couldn't stop him at all. Stopping him, their guns hit him, clanging, but they couldn't stop him at all.

He swung the short knife in his hand continuously, and the amber lightning accompanied the blade, leaving a long strip of light in the hot air. He pulled out the knife and chopped off the entire rib of the war boy, shattered The end of the bone spilled out from the kid's chest cavity.

The man kicked the kid away, and he flew backwards under the forward inertia of the chariot, and was opened by the tall war kid next to Old Joey behind him, and he knocked his siblings out of the chariot, letting him It tumbled and fell on the sandy ground, and the tall boy held up the thick war totem and rushed towards the man.

He waved the long totem stick in his hand, the hook-like part of the bird's beak at the end of the stick, and slashed towards the man. He raised his arm and blocked it by his side, catching the blow from the long stick towards himself , while the Son of War immediately grabbed the end of the long stick with his hand and hit him in the opposite direction on the head.

The man dodged aside, and the end of the staff swung past him. He took a step forward and cut the boy's arm with a knife. The amber lightning disintegrated his flesh and blood in the blink of an eye until the bones were exposed. Outside, the kid let out a roar, his eyes under the black oil paint glared at him, then stepped forward and grabbed his arm, throwing it out of the chariot.

But the man pulled his body up in the air, clamped his arms with his own legs, and then swung the knife over. The blade whizzed and pierced through the hot air, piercing the boy's chest. Eye sockets, he fell backwards, relying on the traction of his falling backwards, the person who was thrown out was pulled back to the roof of the car.

The kid fell backwards and rolled off the chariot with a knife stuck in his face. He fell on the desert and raised a cloud of dust. Old Joey looked at the kid who fell, and then turned his head to look at the roof of the chariot A man in armor, he rushed towards the man with a loud drink, and slapped him in the face with his thick arm.

The man stepped back to avoid it, and then hit Old Joey's arm from below in a circle. The tendon controlling the latter's arm was hit, and his arm trembled uncontrollably, and the man also took a step back. , The man in armor rushed up immediately, and he swung his fist quickly, hitting the elbows, knees and other exposed joints of Old Joey's thick body continuously.

The iron fist in the armor hit quite powerfully, each punch was like a cannonball, Old Joey's body tingled with pain, and the pain was transmitted from the joints around him to his mind, making his senses occupied by pain, and He couldn't effectively face the person in front of him, and he didn't give Old Joey any time to react.

The man rushed up quickly, and punched a loud uppercut in front of him. The reason why he said it was loud was because the iron fist hit Old Joey's jaw, and the sound of broken bones came from there. A bright echo.

Old Joey stepped back and bumped into several pipes behind the throne. They were all spouting fire under the gallop of the chariot. Old Joey looked at the broken pipe beside him, his two hands , grabbed the pipe quickly, and pulled it out vigorously. The moment the pipe was pulled out, the flame just sprayed up, and the mouth of the pipe was thrown towards the person who rushed, and the flame sprayed on his body, making him It stopped instantly.

And during this short stay, the pipe shot out from the flames, and it swept the surrounding flames, and hit the man's arm at once, knocking him flying, and he fell to the ground, on the roof of the car. He rolled over several times and flew out from the edge of the roof of the cab. Fortunately, he grabbed the edge of the roof and did not fall off the car.

Old Joey spat out blood, clenched his six arms into fists, and dragged the pipe to the edge of the roof. He looked at the man caught there and raised the pipe in his hand, but just as Old Joey When he was about to knock him down, there was the sound of a roaring engine.

A chariot with its roof missing suddenly charged over. It leaped down from the sand dune and hit the side of the chariot heavily. It sprinted parallel to it. Come on, he stood on the top of the chariot, just behind Old Joey, who saw only a corner of the flying black coat out of the corner of his eyes, but didn't see the rest, but he saw it soon.

Old Joey yelled, and with the two thick arms on the right, he grabbed the pipe and turned around to joke at the man, but the pipe was torn into several pieces by a giant claw in the air, and the man in the black coat The man raised his giant steel claws and strode forward. He kept opening and closing, and the sharp claws in his hands completely cut off the pipeline.

Undead Joey threw away the remnants of the pipe in his hand, raised his six arms high, and formed a ring around his head. His two fists were clenched one by one, and he moved towards the person in front of him with amazing force. The one-eyed man struck, but the latter raised his sharp claws, and within a short period of several flashes in the sun, a large amount of blood sprayed out from the end of Old Joey's arm, all six of his arms were cut off, and then Due to the inertia of the chariot, it fell into the sand from all around.

Old Joey looked at the six cut-off wounds he was bleeding from. Before he could utter any curses, the giant claws came up, grabbed Old Joey's head, and slammed it into the ground. On the throne, Old Joey sat slumped on the throne, looking at the man in the black coat from the back of the giant claw. He raised his bolter and fired a shot at the cab in front. The deformed individual sitting in it Instantly turned into soft tissue on glass.

"Who are you?" Old Joey was pressed on the throne, and his mouth made a vague sound from inside the giant claw. The man turned his head, looked at him with one eye, and answered.

"Jarrick."