Warhammer Inquisitor

The turbine engine slumped down from the disassembled skirt, and the concave turbofan nozzles were removed by several ground crews, and the ground crews wearing orange vests handed them over to the waiting servitors. Transformation, the soulless machine servant whose strength and endurance far exceeds that of normal human beings carried away the turbofan.

Under the array of nozzles at the end of the fighter plane, two priests of the Mechanicus were holding incense burners, singing the ancient Mechanicus hymn in Gothic, words that ordinary people could not understand were uttered strangely with the electronic voice, making people That sounded more like distorted electronica.

On the other side, another priest is directing the servants to complete the disassembly of the overloaded and damaged engine. The servants are working efficiently, dismantling and unloading the nuts and bayonets, and gradually exposing the complicated main body of the turbofan engine. Under the hangar lights.

Omega stood in front of Thunderhawk, the servo skull suspended beside him shot out scanning beams from his eyes, and green striped light bands slid across Thunderhawk's fuselage and wings in different layers.

Omega slightly turned his head and glanced at the servo skull next to him. The suspended golden mechanical skull turned to Omega. The complex data flow slid across the surface of the mechanical eye on the right side of the servo skull, and the data information was transmitted to Omega's processor almost instantly. In the process, he turned his head and watched Lei Ying quickly complete the reading and analysis.

"Thunderhawk is seriously damaged, and the machine spirit is restless. I'm surprised that you can drive it back." Omega said without emotion, but Vito seemed to be able to detect a trace of it from the same sentence. Silk's displeasure.

The judge standing aside smiled and rubbed his nose. He looked at the Thunderhawk in front of him who was undergoing maintenance. It was indeed a miracle. After they escaped from the planet's atmosphere, the fighter plane had already been turned off, but then it suddenly turned on again. Once, it was completely silent after I drove it back.

Maybe the machine spirit wanted to find a comfortable place to pass out? Oh, then they enjoy life a lot more than these oil guys.

"You can fix it, right?" Vito said with a joking smile, Omega didn't look at him, the layered snake-like mechanical arms under the red robe wriggled and bent around, as if there were really countless iron snakes surrounding Omega of.

He walked up to Thunder Eagle and stretched out his hand to caress the nose of the fighter plane. His iron hand brushed gently over the blue steel surface, as if gently stroking a sleeping woman.

"I can, but next time, please protect her." Omega said without looking back, and Vito nodded with a bright smile on his face. "Of course, of course, Om Messiah testifies."

While talking, there were dull rumbling sounds from several directions of the hangar. Vito looked towards the source of the sound. The heavy airtight hatch outside the air wall was slowly sliding down, and the Imperial Skyhawk logo followed. Gradually appear as the hatch slides down.

"We are about to enter the subspace." Omega said that he had already started the maintenance work, a cutting and welding gun popped out of his mechanical arm, and a bunch of rotating screwdrivers, the priest had already entered his working state and took over the ground crew their work.

Vito watched the airtight hatches slide down one by one. The thick hatch that slid down first at the far end has been connected to the sealing plug, and the vacuum gas is ejected from the surrounding gaps. It works until the mechanical iron locks completely lock the valve.

Vito looked at the nearest cabin door, the gray-black iron door slowly lowered, and the bright starlight outside it also disappeared one by one, everything was blocked, until the door was completely lowered and the inside and the ship were separated. completely separated from the outside.

"Come on, I'll go first." Vito said, waving his hand and walking towards the busy arched entrance of the hangar. Omega glanced at Vito and continued to work intensively.

Under the illumination of the hangar lights, the cutting gun sprayed out a sea of ​​sparks that shone like stars.

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Vito returned to his cabin, the judge took down the bolt gun and chainsword, and he threw the heavy weapon belt on the round coffee table.

He walked from the big bed to the classic desk. The judge brushed the surface of the black peach wood desk with his fingers. On the dark desk was a stack of scrolls and documents. Vito picked up a Take a look at the title of this book.

On the old brown-red page was written a line of words "The Great Crusade and Poetry" written by Calchas in the 13th Expeditionary Fleet.

Vito sighed and put it back on the table. He remembered that the kid had a good relationship with Loken. Gavir had always admired him, and even mentioned him to Torgarden and himself. He was a brave man. Industrious, tireless, and above all honest poet, and it was in honesty that he died.

"Gavier Togarton." Vito sighed and sat on the chair beside the desk. He still remembered his voice, the young commander of the Tenth Company of the Shadow Moon Wolf.

Throughout the 13th Expeditionary Fleet, he has always liked the two of them. Torgarden is humorous and straightforward, always speaks his heart and treats friends sincerely, while Loken is always loyal to friendship, implements his beliefs, never wavers, never

"Istvan." When Vito said this, his heart was as painful as a knife. He was not in Istvan, but he could imagine that scene, the desperate and heart-wrenching scene.

Vito took out the crescent-shaped communicator from his arms, with green crystals inlaid on its surface, Vito opened the locked desk drawer and threw it in.

He looked at another thing in the drawer, it was a small ring, it was not as exquisite as a ring made by a mortal craftsman, the ring was full of the craft style of the Eldar, delicate and beautiful, as if it was made of stars .

At the core of the moon and a half of the stars is inlaid with a gemstone, a purplish-red clean gemstone. The pure crystal is like the most beautiful and purest object in the world. There is not even a trace of cutting marks on the smooth surface. It was as if a drop of blood had condensed after falling naturally.

And this is true in a sense, because it was given to her by Lilith, and it was indeed built by her with her own blood.

She said it was a drop of blood taken from her heart, although Vito didn't know whether the devil had a heart, weren't they energy bodies? But at least she said so, the original words "give yourself pure emotion and love"

Vito sighed helplessly and gently brushed the gemstone with his fingers. The gemstone was smooth and delicate, just like a woman's skin.

He raised his head and looked at the closed floor-to-ceiling windows of the starry sky beside him. The outer solid armor layer had fallen, and the entire battleship had been completely sealed off from the outside world, both physically and sensorially, because they were about to enter the subspace. .

Vito can sense the subspace channel opened outside, the powerful chaotic energy is spraying into the real universe from the gap, the lightning is bombarding the armor layer of the battleship, and the protective shield of Geller's position is still fully opened. Seal the frightful fel energy of the Warp from within the ship.

It is necessary that when a warship traverses the sea of ​​souls in the warp, only the opening of Geller's position can protect them in it, shielding and covering the light of the souls of mortals, especially those of the astropaths on board, to avoid The ghosts and monsters lurking in the warp found them.

They will travel through the Warp lurking in the shadows, hiding in the corners of the demons' sight.

Most people are afraid of everything in the subspace, and even mortals can go crazy just by looking at the subspace. The chaotic and crazy storms in it are enough to drive any untrained ordinary person crazy, so every time they cross through, they will block all the senses that can communicate with the outside world. The place of interaction also includes the large French windows in Vito's room.

He smiled sarcastically, everyone was afraid of avoiding the subspace, but now he wanted to enter the subspace, and he didn't know what to say.

Vito put the ring on the ring finger of his right hand, and the ring fit perfectly on the contour of the finger, and its touch was as comfortable as a gentle hand stroking Vito's finger.

He leaned back on the chair and slowly closed his eyes, his soul sank into the ocean, the sea water of the soul sea rose from both sides of his cheeks and gradually submerged him completely in it, when the sea water from his cheeks He fell completely into the icy waters of the Sea of ​​Souls as he slid past the top.

He fell slowly, all feelings and emotions disappeared, and everything returned to silence.

Until a pair of hands hugged Vito's chest from behind, and those slender hands intersected on his chest, a strange feeling came to mind.

And people generally call it memory.