Warhammer Inquisitor

The man's face was like a mirror, smooth and without traces, only the face of the front sight was on the smooth surface, and all he saw on it was himself, and he knew that the man was looking at him from behind the mirror.

He is a weird person, wearing a mask made of mirror-like material on the surface, and wearing a long robe, but it is completely different from those around him, it is a clean velvet robe, in the In this desert, it is as dazzling as a phoenix falling on the ground. Every piece of velvet and every thread is shining with the brilliance of the sun itself.

He is taller than the front sight, even taller than the team's tallest Destroyer, and has a head. He looks like a thin version of Astartes, standing in front of several people, silently observing from behind the mirror watching them.

"Hello, people of the Lord of War, the incarnation of destruction." He unexpectedly spoke in Gothic. He had a strange accent, which was not unpleasant, but more like that of some kind of musical instrument. The sound was sharp and deep, like an actor singing loudly on the stage of a troupe.

"You can speak our language, can you speak Gothic?" The technician asked behind the front sight. He turned off the translator in front of him. It is no longer necessary. That person should have looked over, but the technician couldn't judge In this regard, his face is completely hidden behind the mirror. It must be a one-way mirror. From the outside to the inside, there is nothing, but from the inside, everything can be seen.

It's like an inscrutable master, deep and mysterious, "I do know your language, what do you call this language? Gothic, well, I prefer to call it, war It's rude language, but since you say that, I'll have to."

His contemptuous tone made the front sight very dissatisfied, he frowned, and approached the man with a sniper rifle, "Take off your mask, I'm not used to communicating with people who hide themselves."

"Aren't you hiding your face? Under the sun, it's hidden in your helmet." The man asked back. After thinking for a while, the front sight took off his helmet, and his slender face appeared in the sun. , with a toothpick in his mouth, "It's your turn, take him off."

"Well, you think it's a reciprocal obligation, but who's going to determine that? Is it an obligation? Or is it just your imagination?" He said strangely, with a high-pitched voice that sounded It's like a deliberate irony, whether he meant it or not, Sight, he thinks so.

The always gloomy front sight frowned, and pressed his finger on the trigger, "Take him off, or I'll pick him off for you." "It's indeed a choice, but you've overlooked one thing, you can't do it. "

After that person said, the sight found that her hands could not move at all, his fingers were loosened, and her limbs could not be controlled. She couldn't even turn her head, and could only stare at the mirror in front of her with those eyes. Look at your own face above.

"Psyker." The hunter immediately made a judgment. He turned around to look at the man, and the mirror-like man also looked over. people.

"Visitors from outside the sky came to our dying home on a bolide, and brought a person who was also dying. I could see the dark force eroding his heart. She was in pain, and the pain was not physical. , but the loss of self, you should kill her, this is considered kind, and it is also in line with your style, sons of destruction."

"We're not here to destroy, we're here with good intentions," said the hunter, gesturing to the truck. "Your people don't understand me, but I'm glad you do. We saved your people, brought We came with the willingness to cooperate, we have no ill will towards your homeland, let alone change your way of life."

"Oh, you have changed a long time ago, when the first skymen came to this world, you did that. It used to be a forest, an oasis, and a vast ocean, but when you came, the forest became a desert. , After the ocean dried up, it became a canyon, and the beautiful corals in memory turned into jagged rocks, screaming in the air, just like my people, the sky people."

He said, on the scepter in his hand, his fingers stroked the carvings on it, those textures seemed to form the waves of an ocean, they were coiled on the scepter, one layer after another.

The hunter knows what he is talking about. He has seen many people who accuse the empire like this. He really wants to explain to them that there is nothing the empire can do. In this dark war in the dark galaxy, kindness and sympathy are the most dangerous existences , it will make you hesitate and shake, and these two are more dangerous than naval guns and sharp knives.

"You want to explain to your people why you did what you did, why you left fire, why you left death." Did he see through his own mind? The hunter was almost certain that he was a powerful psyker, and it seemed he was the wizard the girl was talking about.

"We do want to explain, but if you think it's meaningless, then let's talk about reality." The technician adjusted his glasses and said. He was still wearing a helmet, and he didn't seem to want to take it off. People looked over.

"We are here for a mission. We do not have any interest in your culture and tribe. We will not change you, nor will we ask you to forgive the empire and be loyal to it. We are here to spy on those savage green warriors. skin, and bring their news back to the fleet."

"And you need our help. Your robot is very interesting, but it can't understand this vast desert, and it can't understand the destruction and death here." The mirror-like man said, and Sally fell from the ground with his palm Levitating, they undulate like waves in his hands.

The hunter looked at the ever-changing desert waves in the man's hands, and as he walked over, the person behind him suddenly pulled out his head and pointed at him, forcing the hunter to stop.

"Help us and help us find those green skins. This is our reward for your help. You are also here to find these slaves, right? We brought them here, and on the way, we spent a lot of time and money with them. energy."

"Well, pay and report, a reasonable request." The man said, turning his head slightly and staring at the armored car with invisible eyes. Echo stood out from the back car, and he pointed a pistol at the man head, ignoring the muzzles of other guns pointing at him.

"Let go of my brother." Echo demanded in a low voice, the man raised his head slightly, and swayed his fingers to the side casually, the sight relaxed instantly, he took a step back, with a hostile look in his eyes Looking at him from behind, but after the hunter signaled him to calm down, the front sight did not do anything aggressive.

The man walked to the side of the carriage, he came to Echo, looked at him and then looked directly into the carriage behind him, the slaves all stood up to greet him, their hands tapped their foreheads lightly first, then Flattened forward, it seemed to be some kind of greeting.

"You saved our people, the old enmity is still lingering, but I will not kill you because of this, but I will not help you, compared to the dozens of people you saved, your country has never been The souls taken away among us are far more than this, but the souls of dozens of people are exchanged for six people."

"Seven, you have to save the commander." The technician added, helped his eyes, the man suddenly laughed, his voice was long and ethereal, as if it was moving along with the desert itself, his voice followed It rises and falls with heat waves, changes, and finally converges into one.

"You want us to help you find those destroyers who came from the sky with you, because they took things from your cities, and everything you have was taken from us, the children of the world, Now, you want us to help you, save a cursed person, a person who may become a mutant at any time?"

"Yes." Yarek, who hadn't spoken all this time, suddenly said in a gloomy voice. His voice was like a torrential rain falling in the scorching desert, dispelling the surrounding heat waves. Before Ke's voice, the totem disintegrated and disappeared without a trace.

He turned to Yarick, raised his head slightly and looked at him, "Ah, two souls, two structures of will, I saw two souls in your body, souls that do not exist in this world, but Through you, to exist in this world."

"Ah, do you understand? What are they talking about?" Destruction King didn't understand at all, it was obvious, so he asked the technician who thought he should understand, and the latter gave him a negative answer, "No, no." "You Why can't you understand? Aren't you the best at these nagging riddles?" "I'm not a psyker."

When the technician explained, Yarick pulled the mechanical arm out of the yellow sand on the ground. He was just doing some final arm adjustments. The previous accident left him not enough time to complete all the work. Now, he has finished, Yarick raised his head, red light flashed in that red Cyclops.

He walked between the King of Destruction and the technician, and came to the mirror-like man. The two looked at each other, as if they were examining each other's inside and outside. After a while, Yarick said, "You, you must help She, you have no choice."

"Why?" the man asked.

"I saw the future of this desert, as if she dies, then there will be no more Sally, no more rocks, no more souls here, and they will disappear in the flames."

Yarick said deeply, his cyclops reflected the face on the mirror in front of him, but those cyclops seemed to be able to see many things that were not seen, "The flame will consume everything, if we can't solve those Polluted beasts, those blasphemous beings, then the result will not change, the emperor will send down the fire of judgment, the baptism of fire, will wash away the dirt of this world."

"What he means is that we have to report back when we come here for reconnaissance, but no matter whether we succeed or not, the fleet will arrive, and at that time, the expeditionary force will judge that the planet cannot be retaken within acceptable losses, and then Directly issue an extermination order, and everything about you will be burned."

The technician understood what Jarick meant, and translated it into a more understandable meaning. As he spoke, the locals around him all looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing that they could understand the technician's words in the first place, but they were just intentionally He pretended not to understand, or they understood it from other methods, but since it worked, he decided to continue talking.

"You must revive the commander and remove the chaos pollution on her body, because we must contact the fleet from the shuttle, and only she can activate the shuttle. Although you are also a psychic, I think You don't know about Imperial machines, only she does."

"Help us and save the commander, so that everyone will be fine, I promise, we will not report your news to the fleet, the empire will not be able to rule the entire planet, and the expeditionary force will not stay, we will send those of you The enemy informs the fleet, and the expeditionary force will help you destroy them and return this land to you."

The hunter added that the gun pointed at his head behind him was also put down under the communication between the slave girl and the man. Then the hunter came over, approached Jarick, and came to him to face the mirror with him average person.

"Our only request is these two, and there is nothing else. If you don't help us, everyone will die together."

"I'm not afraid of death." The mirror-like man replied with an extremely calm voice. If you are not observant enough, you will think what he said is true, but Jarick knows that there is something wrong with what he said. It's the truth.

"You are their shepherd. You have lived a long time and sheltered them in the desert. You need to guard your flock against those threats."

"And in front of me is one of those wolves I'm fighting against."

"Wolves and wolves are not one. There must be predators in nature. You can't change this, but you can decide that if you cooperate with a more benevolent predator, your flock will be destroyed by fire. You Can stop the flames from falling, can you?"

Yarick said, the mirror-like man fell silent, he raised his head slightly, his invisible eyes flickered behind him, the hunter looked at the people beside him, they all looked at each other, but they didn't care. People express their opinions, they wait, they wait for the answer from their leader.

To shoot or not to shoot, to help or to kill, all of this will be decided in one thought.

The mirror-like man looked in the direction of the front of the car. He tilted his head slightly, and after a long silence, he slowly said, "She needs medical treatment. Your medicine may be useful, but it's at its limit now. Get in the car and take her with me." And go, if time is still on our side."

He came to a conclusion, then turned around and left, and everyone around him put down their guns. The hunter heaved a sigh of relief and wiped off the profuse sweat on his forehead, which was caused by the hot environment and tension, but Now, the hunter felt a sense of shade under the sun.

"Good political commissar, I almost thought that our mission was going to fail."

"We will not fail. The Emperor's mission will never fail. Regardless of our fate here, alive or dead, the Emperor will usher in victory."

"It's just that it's better to win the kind of victory that we also like. I don't want to stand on the ground and watch the torpedo come down." Destruction King said, carrying the machine gun on his shoulders, the hunter looked at him and waved They raised their hands to greet other people beside the truck, and the local people around climbed up behind the sauropod beast rider beside them. The back of a two-legged war beast three to four meters high.

The riders took the reins and held up the spear-like barrels with the other hand. The two-legged mounts they sat on roared and turned their heads immediately, stepping on their sharp claws in the yellow sand and turning around. The war beasts carried The riders rushed down the sand dunes, jumped up and landed on the sand, and then ran quickly.

The mirror-like person also turned on a biped sauropod beast. When its rider approached, the mount actively bent down, its front paws prostrated on the ground, and it stood up on its back before turning around and running towards In the desert, several riders who were waiting for him followed after he passed by.

The biped beasts gathered on the desert, and the man with the mirror on his face raised the scepter in his hand, and swung it forward violently, and the riders behind him ran after him.

"If you don't want to, then move, Destroyer to add water, sight, Echo to return to the car, technician, go back and take care of the commander." The hunter ordered, the team immediately acted, Destroyer found the bucket again and filled it with water After refilling the engine with coolant, Hunter climbed into the cab, and he steered the truck back on the road, following the riders with their spears held aloft.

The hunter looked at their backs, the wind blew on them, and the cloak was blown up, revealing the symbol of the reborn phoenix below, which was different from the phoenix in human culture, but suddenly, the hunter's He remembered where he had heard these languages ​​in his mind.

"Spirits, wild spirits."