Warhammer Inquisitor

The smoking corpse was lying on the ground. It was a severely mutated human body. The three arms were knotted and thick. Half of the human head was completely exploded. Half of the skull and brain tissue were limply flowing on the ground. , floating on those disgusting viscous liquids.

He was lying on the ground, but he didn't seem to be dead, his fingers twitched on the ground, and he leaned towards the machine gun, but when the fingers stretched out, his head was shot again, and it exploded completely. Rotten meat all over the place.

Yeta stood next to the corpse, holding a smoking laser pistol, raised his head and looked around a messy valley, where the jagged rocks collapsed everywhere and piled up in the valley, crushing and burying the vehicles. Sticking out of it, Yeta walked past the burning vehicles with a gun in hand.

She stepped over the bumper on the ground, scanning the black smoke billowing valley with her eyes left and right, she walked forward out of the weathered rocks burning with fire and black smoke, and found the rest of the people outside the valley. Having already gathered here, the King of Destruction leaned against the exit of the valley with a machine gun in his hand, and greeted Yeta, who came out last.

She raised her hand in protective armor, waved at the King of Destruction, and then looked at the guy whose arms were all severed. He was dragged off by Yarick from the returning chariot. He hit the ground everywhere, and in a burst of cursing, his legs kicked around on the ground, and Yarick dragged him over.

After the door of the driver's cab was pushed open, the hunter jumped out of it. He put his pistol into the holster, followed Yarick who was dragging the enemy, and came in front of several people. The local warlord leader was suddenly He fell on the tire of the car, hit the back of his head heavily on it, and then leaned against the car.

He raised his head, his slightly sickly yellow eyes, above the bared teeth mask on his face, glared fiercely at Yarick, who looked at him with his arms folded in front of him, "What's your name?" "Odd Ha! Badkumar!"

Obviously, he can't speak Gothic, and he can't speak high or low. Yarick and the hunter glanced at each other. The latter gestured to the technician. In front of my eyes, rows of loading data quickly began to appear on the translucent glass, and then the technician spoke.

He communicated with the local warlord, and the technician used the same language as him, but obviously, it was not because the technician knew the language, but because of the translator on his mask, his words were translated into paragraphs on the interface. After the translation, everything was converted into the local language, and the warlord's words were translated segment by segment on the screen in front of him.

"He said that he was the leader of the local "Desert War Tribe". He claimed to be Undead Joey, but it seemed that he thought that we were city-state people, that is, those, the residents of the original hive, came here to destroy his kingdom."

The technician listened for a while, and summarized that big talk into a part of the stage, explaining his meaning simply and clearly. The hunter folded his arms and looked at the warlord who had fought with him on the roof of the car. The ends had all been severed by the Power Claw, but it seemed that his wounds had mostly healed due to some kind of healing ability suitable for ordinary people.

Is this caused by mutation, a relatively positive mutation, or is this local barbarian carrying out some kind of ecological transformation? The hunter wondered, but at the moment, this is not a very urgent question, "Tell him, we have no interest in destroying his ruling order, we want to know where those green skins and orcs are."

The technician nodded and began to translate, but this time his argument with the warlord became very long, protracted and tiresome. The front sight snorted in disgust, and walked up with a sniper rifle, "Did you tell him about our mean?"

"In the local language, there is no accurate vocabulary for orcs. I can only use more appropriate words to explain, such as war, mutant individuals, barbarism, etc., but it seems that he thinks this is describing them."

"Ha! It looks like that is indeed the case." "This is a trouble, King of Destruction, don't rush to be happy, if this barbarian can't understand what we mean, everything just now will be in vain." "Echo said Yes, we must learn something from him, technician, continue to communicate with him until the task is completed."

The hunter ordered, the technician nodded, and continued to communicate with the warlord with the rough accent of the locals. It was like the sound of some kind of sandpaper, which made people feel pure barbarism, primitiveness, and unreasonable , Yeta stared at him, with one hand on his hip showing a disgusted expression.

Because she didn't want to look at this barbaric warlord again, she turned her head to the direction of the valley, where the chariot was still burning, and among all the destroyed vehicles, the truck was still intact, including, on it The cages where the slaves were held, and the local slaves in them were all in the cages, looking towards them.

"What should they do?" Yeta asked, several people in the team looked at each other, and then the hunter replied, "You are the commander, you can decide." , the responsibility of the imperial government? In any case, they are still our compatriots."

"I'm skeptical about their genetics. Considering the savages we wiped out, their genetic mutations, I'm afraid I won't be too optimistic." Echo interjected, raising the laser pistol in his hand, "If I say , what should really be done is to purify them.”

"Killing civilians? I don't like it." "No one wants you to like it, King of Destruction, this is a mission, good soldier, obey orders." The front sight pointed at the King of Destruction with a toothpick in his mouth, and the latter raised his head and hummed softly. The hunter looked at them and thought for a moment, then looked at Yeta again, "You are the commander, you decide."

Yeta hesitated for a while looking at the slaves, she looked carefully, the woman closest to the edge of the cage, her skin was darker, more like the color of chocolate, and those big amber eyes looked at her from a distance. Looking at Yeta, she was silent for a while and then looked at everyone, "Let's release them, that is, to find some allies who can cooperate. Here, the help of local people is at least beneficial, what do you think? political commissar."

Yarick nodded, "There is a certain truth. The Emperor taught us to hate aliens and mutations, but what is really important is that for him to win, we need the assistance of the locals."

"Then according to what the two of you said, Echo, Destroyer King, go over to Commander, find a high place, around the border, any approaching target, if you think there is danger, shoot." The hunter quickly ordered Order, the team members under his command nodded and quickly went to their positions.

Yeta led them back into the valley. After walking in, the front sight quickly climbed up the high hillside with a sniper rifle on his back, while Yeta came to the truck with the King of Destruction and the echo, and it stopped at Among the rubble and burning chariots lay dead bodies, and slaves were kept in cages, hung from the sides of the trucks and chained.

They came to the cage, and Yeta looked at the dozens of slaves inside. They were obviously very scared, and watched Yeta back away, and when the King of Destruction and Echo came with guns, they screamed even more frightened , and quickly dodged towards the inside of the cage. These slaves seemed to be very different from those predators. Their skin was darker, there was no paint on their faces, they had black hair and amber eyes.

"They don't seem to have mutated." Destruction King said with a machine gun on his shoulder, and Echo scanned them carefully. "It's true that they haven't. It's so strange. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be."

"Don't worry too much, let them out first." Yeta looked at the slaves, and she could see the obvious emotional energy emerging from them. It was a panic and nervous energy reaction, and they were very nervous. Fear these men in armor.

Yeta pondered for a while, raised his hand to hold his helmet, and turned it sideways. The low-end buckle opened outwards, and a burst of cold air was ejected from the gap in the helmet, raising a white cloud in the surrounding air. smoke.

"Commander, the environment here" "I know the echo, just for a while, as long as it doesn't last long, it's fine, I asked the technician." Yeta took off the helmet, and she shook her hair, which was originally coiled The long red hair on the top of her head had been scattered during the battle. With the helmet removed, she missed the restraint completely and flew everywhere behind her head.

Yeta put aside the red hair covering his forehead, "Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you, you see, I am also a human being, without claws or teeth, just like you."

Yeta said, but the psychic reaction of the slaves was still terrified. She thought for a while and came up with a way. She pressed the gemstone button in the center of the armor. After it got dark, the armor on her body quickly disappeared. Slashing around, the outer hard armor quickly opened up, revealing Yeta's body, and she stretched her hands in black tight gloves into the cage.

The slaves in it looked at each other, and soon, a local dark-skinned girl approached Yeta carefully, and reached out her hand. After hesitating for a few times, her hand finally held Yeta's together, but The moment the two hands clasped together, a psionic energy burst out of them.

The girl raised her head in surprise, the fear in her eyes was gone, and the emotional force field released behind her turned into a steady puff of light blue smoke. Yeta smiled at her, and then let go of her hand, "Don't be afraid, we are here to help you."

Echo looked at Yeta in surprise, with a strange expression on his face behind the glass cover, "Do you know their language?" "No, I don't, but I just had an idea, if psychic power can connect me to Machine Soul, Then, maybe I can also connect with her soul and understand some things, such as their language." "Ah, you mean mind reading?" "Well, I guess, okay, King of Destruction , help me."

The local girl in the cage seemed to understand Yeta's words. She turned around and explained to her compatriots. Soon they also relaxed, and Yeta broke the chain that tied the cage with a gun. The Destruction King smashed it on the other side, and the gate of the iron cage fell down quickly.

Yeta reached out and hugged the slave girl who jumped down. They smiled at each other, and then Yeta and the King of Destruction helped more weak slaves out of the cage. The slaves who came down turned around to help them The other compatriots, and soon, all of them came down.

"Okay, everyone, come with me, let's get out of here." Yeta waved to them, she was already sweating profusely, and her red hair was wet with sweat, but the slaves followed her and walked towards the Go to the exit of the valley.

"You should put the armor back on." "Don't, if I wear the armor, my psionic perception will be affected, so they will be afraid of us again, and all efforts will be in vain, remember? We need them help." "I doubt it, these natives, if I had to, wouldn't show my back to them." "Well, Echo, they have no arms or guns, nothing to worry about, hope The technician is done talking."

Yeta wiped the sweat from her forehead. She walked out of the smoky valley with a group of slaves following her, and walked towards the chariot. Some kind of quarrel seemed to be taking place there. The warlord He stood up vigorously and argued loudly with the technician.

"I am not your emperor's subject, I am the emperor! I am the real emperor!" The warlord shouted loudly, and the technician translated his words, but the appropriate tone was missing. But it doesn't matter, you can see it on his face.

Yarek, who was really arguing with him, took a step forward and pointed at him with his power claw, "You are not the emperor, barbarian, how dare you pretend to be his name here?"

"I am the emperor of this land, I am, the master of this place, you thieves and invaders!" "This is the emperor's land, you are the thief, coward, you can only keep company with these wild dogs, Capture slaves to maintain your ridiculous control, you are like a clown, I can easily destroy you." "Then try it! I am Undead Joey, I am the ruler of this land, immortal !"

Yeta looked at Yarick who was arguing with the warlord. She didn't know what they were arguing about, but it was obviously not a very happy topic. She turned around, released her spiritual power, and prepared to fight with the slaves behind her. conversation, but at the moment when her psionic perception was released, she noticed something.

On the side, on the sand, the war boy with the hunter's dagger stuck in his face climbed up. He was not dead. Open it, and a gun protruded from it. That gun was not their inferior weapon, but something that released spiritual energy.

The man pulled the trigger at the end of the long stick, and the muzzle of the gun plopped, firing a purple beam of light towards Yarick, who seemed to have sensed something immediately, he turned around, and the power claw blocked the In front of him, the light beam pierced through the end of his sharp claw, and the claw broke off from the palm.

The warlord took advantage of this opportunity to pounce on Yarick, the political commissar suddenly turned his head, and punched him in the abdomen with the human hand, causing the warlord to spit out his saliva and retreat, but he roared and suddenly spit out a The slender tongue, the long tongue is covered with a large number of spikes.

"Creation of Chaos!" Yarik shouted, no longer hesitating, he took a step forward to avoid the stabbing tongue, and after dodging to the side, the last claw on the power claw pierced through the The warlord's chest, without giving the man any chance to react, he took a step back and pulled out his claws, and before his tongue could attack, he severed his head with one claw.

The war boy holding the scepter in the desert was also quickly pulled out his pistol by the hunter, and he was shot in the head with a long-distance precision shot, and his head exploded completely.

The warlord's head fell to the ground, and his eyes saw Yeta. He knew her identity, so he drove the tongue with the last thought in his brain, and spit out the tongue towards Yeta, full of spikes and chaotic power. The tongue stabbed towards Yeta's.