Warhammer Inquisitor

"How is she?"

"Average, not good."

Answering, the potion was injected into the soft abdomen, and the dilated purple blood vessels around them once again stabilized in the shaking. They were like those weeds that were sown by pesticides, quickly withered, and moved towards the The spiked core retracted.

But the purple blood vessels there, as well as their base camp, the highly poisonous spikes, were helpless. The technician took out the injection, and reached out to rummage through the medical kit spread out on the ground. The hunter was sitting on the sofa beside him. He looked at Yeta lying on it.

With the injection of the potion, her painful expression calmed down somewhat, but the rumbling chest still showed potential pain, and the viruses were developing deep along her blood vessels.

The morning after they left the swamp, Yeta's condition suddenly deteriorated. The venom suddenly launched a swift attack, broke through the line of defense composed of inhibitors, and attacked her heart and lungs. The existing inhibitors and therapeutic agents mixed in, barely stabilizing the situation.

Yeta regained her composure, and her life was saved again, but this might be the last time. Almost all the potions of the technician were exhausted, and even some of the self-reserves of everyone in the team were used to persist. Now, if she had another attack, I'm afraid she would be hopeless.

"We must find a solution as soon as possible to completely solve the problem. The infection in the subspace is difficult to solve with conventional physical methods. We need the help of spiritual energy." The technician matched the potion and pointed to the slave girl sleeping in the corner of the carriage. Wrapped in a blanket, he was talking in his sleep in a daze.

When she was asleep, the hunter could see her face carefully. This shy girl had been trying hard to cover her face, which made it difficult for the hunter to see clearly. At first he thought that there was ulterior corruption on that face. Or signs of mutation, but when he looked carefully now, he realized that it was completely based on imagination.

The girl's body is very healthy, and there is no sign of mutation all over her body. The small freckles on her coffee-colored face rise and fall with her heavy breathing. She is not a beautiful girl, but she is not ugly either. .

Her soft jelly-like breasts were hidden under the breasts of the skirt, leaning together, revealing a thin line.

She also has a pair of legs that are much more slender than human girls of the same age group. Those legs overlapped and leaned together when she was sleeping. The thighs and calves of those long legs are concave and convex. It starts with a well-proportioned and rich sense of line.

If she had put on black leather boots, paired with a pair of white knee socks that complemented her skin tone, and her tall figure, she would surely be able to charm many people.

And the most noticeable thing about her is the ears on both sides of her head. The hunter looked at the ears carefully. Compared with normal people, those ears are more slender, and the ends of the ears are extraordinarily sharp, like a pair of long Like the tip of a spear.

"At least in this way, we can be sure that what she said is true. There are indeed psychics here. Both she and her clansmen in the carriage know more or less how to use psychic powers, so there are no serious mutations. "

"Have you checked it out?"

"Yes, I scanned her while she was sleeping, and her genetic helix was unexpectedly stable, no serious mutations, but there seemed to be some... other things."

"Other things?" the hunter asked, and the technician will hand over the data plate to the hunter, which shows the results of last night's work. The hunter looks at the spiral tree on which the human gene is compared. Her genes are more sensitive than human beings in terms of peripheral physiological links that manage the metabolism of stars and the response speed of brain nerves.

It’s like a sensitive tentacles protruding from the ground, the reaction speed of its nerve arc is even comparable to that of Astartes, which means that her reaction speed far exceeds that of ordinary people, but the disadvantage is that her body strength and bone strength But it does not have the strength to adapt to its bodily functions, so its performance is still not beyond the scope of human beings.

But this does not mean that she is born this way, if proper training, training, and transformation are carried out, the hunter can be sure that she will be an excellent scout, or even a good scout.

"She is a good candidate for an assassin." He said, and returned the data pad to the technician. He looked at the sleeping girl. He knew that she hadn't really fallen asleep, and he had already noticed that he was looking at her, so he tried hard to pretend The action of covering his head with a blanket was a natural reaction, but it could not escape the hunter's observation.

"That's true. She and her people seem to be divided into two branch evolution parts with us at a certain point on the evolutionary path. They are still human beings, but they seem to be not so similar. They There is something similar to our blood mixed in with our genes."

"What? Subhuman race?"

"No, it's not clear. We don't know much about this planet. After rebuilding the order of the planet, the Ministry of Government Affairs also lacks interest in things other than ores here, so we don't know."

As the technician said, she glanced at the shy girl, she let out a low whimper, shyly shrank her legs and hid under the quilt, "I will continue to study and observe her, maybe I can discover something we have never known before. thing."

"She is not an animal for people to watch in the zoo, nor is it a guinea pig on your test bed. We still need the help of her people." "I know, I will be careful not to provoke her, at least, not deliberately Yes." "You'd better be like this, in short, put away your thirst for knowledge."

The hunter patted the technician on the shoulder, then bent down and got out of the rear compartment. He went up to the cab, and the Destruction King greeted him. He is driving now. This is a very suitable job for him. Although his brain is not very bright, but his strength is strong enough, those tortured steering and gear changes are all a piece of cake in front of him.

The front sight sits on the side, where he sleeps, but the hunter knows he is not really sleeping, his sniper rifle is always in his arms, and his finger is close to the trigger, so he can hit it in the next second if needed A coin a few hundred meters away.

With him here, the hunter doesn’t need to worry about anything, he will take a good look at the King of Destruction, at least he won’t cause trouble, the hunter turned around and went out from the small door at the back of the cab, he stepped across the gap between the car and the cab, from below Jumped over the fast-moving ground and came to the main compartment on the rear side.

The slaves were sleeping around, and some of them were already awake. They found some food left by the war gangs in the carriage, which became their breakfast. The slaves sat together, some in a circle, some Sitting by the window, blowing the cool breeze at dawn, savoring the last trace of tranquility before the scorching sun rises.

The hunter walked between them. The carriage was not too big, which made the place seem very crowded, but the slaves seemed to be very enthusiastic. When the hunter came over, they actively moved their positions to make way for him. They greeted the hunter , in the local unknown language, which the hunter could not understand, but he nodded to them in response.

Maybe the language is different, but there are always some similarities between human beings. You can read emotions, smiles, anger, annoyance, etc. from everyone's faces. These can be seen with both eyes, and the hunter is not wearing a He was not wearing the helmet, nor was he wearing that armor, which exposed his emotions directly to these natives who might be psychic.

They knew that the hunter was not malicious. Some people reached out to touch his arm, got up and patted his shoulder, and a girl gave him the breakfast she wanted to eat, which made the hunter a little embarrassed. It was the first time for him Faced with such a situation.

Yarick was sitting by the bed at the back of the carriage, leaning against where he was, taking advantage of the afterglow of the setting sun to maintain his own power claw. It was a huge mechanical arm. Some repairs had been made, and the power that was previously knocked out Claw, had been welded and repaired with the help of Echo, not quite as well as it should have been, but at least the commissar could swing him again.

And everything last night also proved that the power claw didn't affect him at all.

"Commander Yarick."

"hunter."

The two exchanged pleasantries. Yarick didn't look at him, but continued to handle his mechanical arm. His human hand deftly held a tool pliers, twisting the screws on the mechanical arm, beating those exposed The tiny wire that came out, tucked it back under the armor.

The hunter sat in front of Yarick, he leaned against the window, ate a piece of jerky that the girl gave him, and then handed one of them to Yarick, "You haven't eaten breakfast, I don't know It's some kind of meat, but it tastes good, but you need a lot of teeth, but I think you'll be all right."

"Do you think my teeth are also made of steel?" Yarick asked without raising his head. He put down the wrench and pushed the outer carapace on the mechanical arm with his fingers.

"You have indeed received a lot of grace under the blessing of the Mechanicus. A metal body is better than flesh and blood." "I can tell that you don't agree with this, hunter, just say what you want, I am neither Fanatical followers of Mechanicism, not those stupid political commissars."

The hunter swallowed the jerky, and after Yarek didn't take the rest of the meat, he bit it himself, "I don't think machines are better than flesh and blood, maybe they are harder and stronger than human bodies, but in many cases , machinery is more fragile than the human body, facing the environment of great changes, compared with the flesh and blood evolved from metal, it is not so satisfactory."

"Do you believe that the human body is better than steel?" "Yes, among other things, if I cut off the cable in your mechanical arm with a knife, your hand will not be stronger than mine."

Yarick snorted softly. He raised the mechanical arm and made a fist in front of the hunter. His sharp claws closed together instantly, like two long knives cut off, "Your thoughts are different. I know many of them. Men, they all believe that machines are better than flesh, and you Colonel Stricken, the Iron Hand of Catachan, has also carried out such a transformation."

"Yes, Iron Hand, he will be more than happy to explain to you, the origin of that arm, time and time again, endlessly."

"Hmph, it sounds like you still have something different. I've met many Catachans. They are all keen to tell their adventure stories and glory, and the origin of every scar on their body, but you don't, even if I believe your story is no less than that of the Iron Hand."

"I don't like to show off, talk about it." The hunter sat at the window, eating jerky and responded silently. There were some slight changes in his expression, a little dejected, which Yarick caught.

"You are completely different from your compatriots, like a species in two branches, similar, but not similar, you were driven out, weren't you?"

The hunter was stunned for a moment, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but there was no resentment, "Your observation is very sharp, and your mouth is equally sharp."

"A lot of people who know me say that, believe me, I'm also a different kind, you don't have to be afraid of me just because I'm a political commissar." Yarick said, still busy with his hands, but he took the hunter's meat Dry, took a few bites in his mouth, "You are excellent and reliable fighters, that's enough, you have proved that you can be trusted."

"I am very honored to be recognized by the famous Commissar Yarick."

"You don't need to flatter me, I'm just a human being, as you can see, a body of flesh and blood, and a metal mechanical arm that doesn't allow me to surpass your existence."

"I think this is not convincing, political commissar, the strength you showed last night is not like ordinary people." "What you showed is not like ordinary people."

"Huh, it's true after all. We are not the ones who fit in the original group. In a sense, it is also a kind of fate that we can get together. Is it the emperor's arrangement?"

"The emperor has his own arrangements. He put us weird people together." Yarick said, they are indeed weird people, strange political commissars, strange Catachans, and strange people who maintain self-awareness The cathartoids, and the technician with his strange zeal for knowledge, and others.

"But we don't know each other's affairs yet, don't we? I fully trust my team members. We know each other's stories. What about your political commissar? Do you trust us? Are you willing to tell us your stories?"

The hunter asked Yarick, who finished the last part of the mechanical arm, his giant claws opened suddenly, and then clenched, making a dull sound, "You have shown your strength, but you are still Not enough to trust me, maybe you will."

"I believe so." As the hunter said, the truck stopped suddenly, and there was a back and forth thrust from inside the cabin. The hunter held onto the window and sat firmly, poked his head out, and looked at the white smoke coming out of the front of the car. , "It seems that there is trouble again."

The hunter flipped out the car window, he landed on the soft sand, and walked towards the front of the car stepping on the yellow sand that kept rising with his footsteps. The King of Destruction also opened the car door and jumped down. He was accompanied by a sight. Gun stood on the sidelines, the hunter leaned over, and Jarick followed behind.

"What's going on?" The hunter came to the hood of the front of the car and asked. The King of Destruction had already opened the cover, and in an instant, a large white steam came out.

"Looks like the engine is out of water, this guy is overheating." "Then stop standing, go get the water tank, fill it with water, and cool it down before the sun's fully up, or you'll die Times are more difficult."

The Destroyer went to get the bucket, and the hunter and Jarick went to the engine to check if there was any other damage. Yarick is very good at mechanical problems, after all, he is a legion of the Iron Legion, and among his troops , there are even more armored vehicles and tanks than people.

The front sight is walking on the side of the sand with a gun in hand. He wears a cloak that he doesn't know where he got it. The flaxen cloak dances in the heat waves on the desert. He walks along the open space beside the truck. , his eyes constantly scanning the surrounding environment, he walked towards the rear of the car, but his footsteps suddenly stopped.

The front sight turned his head slightly, and his finger was quietly pressed on the trigger. Suddenly, a gunshot sounded from the sand dunes in the distance, and then a hole was pierced in the bucket carried by the Destruction King, and all the water in it gushed out from the hole. up.

The sight raised the muzzle of the sniper rifle and fired at a distance. The laser beam whizzed away and hit a person lying on the sand dune. He was shot in the shoulder and fell backwards to the ground. The sound resounded throughout the desert, and a figure stood up from the dune.

In the yellow sand, a black muzzle raised up and aimed at them.