Warhammer Inquisitor

The old windmill was creaking, and the huge canvas fan was pushed up and down by the strong wind blowing. The weather in Provence in July should have been good, with clear skies and purple lavender everywhere, and the ripe wheat fields in summer It will cover the earth and sprinkle the golden ocean to the end of the horizon.

But now the sky is really gray, gloomy, and sickly like the land.

The stern sunlight shone on Vito's eyes. His black eyes reflected the dark clouds and darkness in the sky. The strong wind penetrated through the gap between his cloak and scarf, lifting the big white cloak slightly, and the dancing white cloak His cloak has a black angular cross.

Vito's eyes were buried. He walked through this lifeless grassland, which was full of sick and dead livestock. The bloated carcasses of big white pigs were piled up together, and some were still dug and buried. , but most of them are still piled on the ground.

These rotting corpses are haunted by flies and moths, and everything sickly covers the supposedly beautiful land of Frank, and it also covers the entire sky of Europa.

Vito walked up to the man squatting next to the dead body of a white pig. Under his white robe was a gleaming golden armor, on which was carved an eagle with outstretched wings, which was the symbol of Rome and a testimony of its former glory.

He's still nostalgic, Vito thought.

The slender-haired man raised his head, and he looked at the dead town not far away, "He should be in the city." The man said, standing up from the ground, his tall figure supporting the golden armor.

He became shorter and became as tall as an ordinary human, which is also strange. After all, he can be as tall as he wants. This old immortal can adjust his physique, so according to him, he can adapt and integrate into civilization.

Vito also looked at the town not far away, and the same sickness enveloped it. This death storm has been sweeping the land for three years. Every village and every town has been empty.

People call it a curse, but learned people call it the Black Death.

Vito walked towards the town without saying a word. He ignored the man as if he didn't exist. The long-haired man watched Vito walking by and was silent for a moment before following.

The two of them walked one after the other, Vito in front, his long sword looming under his cloak, and they passed the deserted barns and farmer's cottages around the city, the whole land was dead and lifeless. .

The icy sun shone down on the decaying fields, where the corpses of cows and horses lay here and there.

They came to the gate of the town, where the gate was open but there was no guard. Vito glanced at the empty sentry box at the gate from the corner of his eye. The weapons were still there, but the owner was still there. No trace.

This is not normal, the war is not over, although the war between Frank and England has come to an end temporarily because of the Black Death, but the British army has not left, and this place should not be so slack.

But not just the sentry box, the entire city was suffocatingly silent, the streets were empty, the once bustling bazaar was also deserted abnormally, all the hawkers disappeared, and all the citizens also disappeared.

Vito stopped and scanned the dead market. A man with long hair also came behind him. His golden eyes swept across the locked doors one by one. fork.

"This city is dying, just like this land." He said in a deep and deep voice, his voice was still so magnetic, Vito remembered many times he could persuade a person to stop a war with words alone or initiate.

The man said, "Same as Justinian, I believe we will solve the problem again, my friend."

Vito still ignored him, didn't say a word or even looked at him, he continued walking down the street, and the man followed behind him without saying anything.

They walked through deserted streets, past closed buildings, houses marked with black charcoal, increasing in number as they went.

It's so quiet here, there's not even a dog barking, nothing, just pure silence and the breath of death.

They came to a well, into which the bucket had been thrown but no one came to fetch it, and on the stone well sat a doll, a small but delicate doll, which seemed to belong to a little girl.

Vito picked up the doll, looked at the red skirt and fell silent, the long-haired man also looked at the doll and was silent for a moment before speaking in a magnetic voice, "I know you still hold grudges against me, Vito, I My friend, you have not forgotten Alice."

"Don't you fucking call her name!" Vito growled and shouted, he drew his long sword and put it directly on the man's neck, but the man didn't hide or block, he just looked at Vito , watching calmly.

"You still hate me when you stopped me, and you still resent me for not letting you save her from the Inquisition." The man said, but Vito's brows were tightly frowned, which could almost be called rage , His clenched hand gradually pressed the tip of the sword against the man's throat.

"Shut up." He growled, but the man did not show the slightest fear, his golden eyes looked at Vito calmly and calmly, "Twenty years, Vito, you have never forgotten."

"What does 20 mean to us? Blinking an eye is a hundred years, and closing an eye is a thousand years. Tell me how can I forget 20 years?" He said viciously, his sword-holding hand bulging with veins.

The man shook his head slightly with regret, "My friend, I believe I also like that girl. She is smart and bold. She is one of the guides of the future of human civilization. She will play a role in human civilization."

"Except for the two of us, everyone's a fucking tool, right? I'm a fucking tool, too?" Vito cursed, the blade still nailed to his neck.

The man looked at Vito with a golden light flashing in his eyes, his head shook slightly, "No, Vito, I don't think anyone is a tool, I think we all have our own place and value. "

"You are my friend, Vito. I have never used you as a tool. You have been one of my few friends for thousands of years. I really don't want to do that. I really don't want to hurt you."

"But you did, you stopped me and let me watch her being burned to death, by those bastards, by Roman Catholic idiots." Vito said, his eyes still full of murderous intent.

"I must stop you, Vito, you and I cannot interfere with the affairs of mortals. If I let you do it, you will kill the judges. What does that mean? You can save Alice, but she Her family, her sister and friends will all be burned to death for this."

"You can take Alice away and fly away and spend the rest of your life in happiness, but tell me, Vito, what about her family and her friends? Did you really bring any kindness by using your power? ?”

His words were accompanied by a magnetic voice, and Vito stared at his gritted teeth and snorted angrily, but after a while, he withdrew his sword and turned it into the scabbard, "I really want to cut you."

The man looked at Vito, who was facing away from him, and stepped forward to hold him by the shoulder, "My friend, maybe one day you will indeed kill me, or someone else, but use our power carefully to fulfill our mission, Remember this sentence."

"As guardians, not rulers, only in this way can the development of human beings be the development of human beings themselves."

Vito didn't answer, didn't say a word, the man looked at him and patted him on the shoulder before moving on, "Come on, we still have necessary things to do."

Vito put the doll in his arms, closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, then followed the bastard.

They passed through the dead city and came to the outside of the church on a hill in a corner of the city. The door of the church was open, and there were bursts of dull bells in it.

They went in and walked through the ruined church and around the arcades to the back hall. The man jumped off the wooden scaffolding first, and Vito jumped off after him. He landed on the cobblestone floor covered with weeds. .

Waves of morbid laughter sounded in front of him. Vito raised his head and slowly stood up to look at the patients. They showed crazy smiles, their bodies were full of pathological abnormalities, and their distorted nerves made them look like walking corpses. .

And after these twisted creatures, in front of the door to the main hall in the backyard of the church, the bloated, huge monster sat cross-legged, so fat that his legs could not be stretched out to support his physique.

He smiled morbidly and shook the bell in his hand, and the sound of the bell echoed like a bell.

The man pulled out the long sword and flicked it violently, and a raging fire ignited on the blade. He looked at the monsters, Vito also slowly drew out the long silver blade, and the blade flashed golden with the stroke. He lowered the blade slowly, and the lightning struck the cobblestone ground.

They went on the offensive.

In 1350 of the Terran calendar, the Black Death suddenly and mysteriously disappeared.