Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Vito leaned on the hoverbike. This crimson hoverbike was originally produced from Mars. It was literally owned by the old Mars Machinery Flag, huh? You ask me how Vito got it from the Adeptus Mechanicus? I can only be sure of one thing, I definitely didn't buy it from a motor oil man.

The young inquisitor was wearing sunglasses smartly and holding a drink in one hand. He looked like he was on vacation in some garden world, but this must be a fake, because now this ghost place is nothing but a desert.

Every agricultural world has a place like this, a piece of land that has been drained of nutrients by high-yield crops. What was once a green land is now only a high loess slope. Death and desolation are flooding the land, turning everything away. Added the color of destruction.

It can be said that every imperial agricultural world is gradually destroying a world. All the nutrients and land of each planet will eventually be destroyed by the empire, which is countless and continues to expand its population.

Unless the Adeptus Mechanicus is willing to ecologically reconstruct the entire planet, the world will have to be abandoned and withdrawn from the administrative establishment of the Ministry of Interior.

With a straw in his mouth, Vito took a leisurely sip of his drink and then picked up the binoculars. From behind the binoculars, Vito looked at the targets in the distance. Those carjacking aliens in the abandoned agricultural town, or in other words, the violent ones. Local Aboriginal people.

Those aliens wore some kind of rag hoods, completely covering their faces, revealing only a pair of glasses that I don't know whether they were eye patches or some kind of mechanical structure. Their dark and bony fingers held a handful of crude weapons. , but generally speaking, these aliens are still humanoid creatures.

"Judge." A voice said. Vito put down his telescope and tilted his head back. The Caliban knight wearing a winged helmet was holding a sword and walked over the yellow sand hills to his side.

"I hope Ragnar is not too angry." "Then your hopes are in vain. After Ragnar heard that you asked me to come down by name, he had already gone to the training cage to dismantle a few combat training servitors. Cole was Greetings to his eighteen generations of ancestors.”

Vito laughed and shrugged slightly, "If I need to go on a killing spree, I will call Ragnar down, but this time we need to complete the task quickly and accurately, especially without letting anyone find out that the Astartes are involved. in."

Lancelot's laughter came from under his helmet. He looked down at the streets in the dilapidated town and the strange local aborigines on them.

"Besides, I heard that you Dark Angels are very good at covert operations, including erasing traces." Vito said and took another sip of his drink, while Lancelot shrugged, "I don't know what you are implying, Vito. , but I'm afraid you're talking about the Dreadwing and Deathwing companies, not my company."

Lancelot said and drew out the knight's sword, "But I believe that I can do it." Vito also smiled and put down his drink, "Very good."

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"Good afternoon everybody."

All the aliens turned their heads and saw the human being strutting down the street. All the aliens picked up their weapons, yelled in some strange language between a roar and a roar, and pointed their weapons at each other. That man who is extremely arrogant or extremely stupid.

Vito walked in swaggeringly from the street of the town, swinging his hands casually. He looked at the aliens in front of him with a smile. They were yelling and seemed to be cursing something.

"Sorry, everyone, I haven't learned your unique language yet, but I think you can probably understand what I say." Vito said with a smile, pointing to a large truck on the street.

It was an armored vehicle transformed from a grain transport truck. Its huge tires allowed it to run across the wilderness, and its airtight hatch was tightly locked to protect the precious cargo inside.

"Would you mind giving us that car back? I'd be grateful if you did."

Before Vito finished speaking, more than a dozen weapons were pointed at his head, and the sounds of loading were heard one after another. Vito smiled helplessly and shrugged slightly, "Well, please allow me to introduce my big friend. "

Before Vito finished speaking, a wall behind the aliens was smashed into pieces. Amidst the splash of rubble, Lancelot stepped into the street with a bolt gun in his hand, and almost at the first moment, the deadly weapon began to roar. .

The explosive bombs roared and shattered the bodies of several aliens, and black blood sprayed out, followed by a series of curses and roars. The aliens turned around in unison, facing each other with their crude weapons. Lancelot fired.

But those rags did not leave even a trace of bullet marks on the surface of the Space Marine's ceramite armor. Lancelot quickly turned the muzzle of the gun, and the Emperor's wrath poured out accurately and quickly on the head of every alien enemy.

Vito also pulled out his bolter and fired at the back of the alien. When the alien, who was flanked by two sides, turned around and fired at Vito, the Inquisitor had already moved quickly, running quickly along the dusty street, while Run and pull the trigger.

Vito hid behind a rubbish bin with a slide shovel. The broken cabinet was spattered by bullet fragments. The alien holding a large-caliber rifle fired wildly in the direction of the inquisitor, shouting an unknown and unfamiliar language from time to time.

But his spree ended quickly as his head exploded, literally crushed.

Lancelot threw away the broken corpse, and with his bloody hand, he drew out the Knight Sword, and killed another alien at close range with one sword. The decomposition position instantly evaporated its flesh and blood, and the flashing energy lightning flowed between the limbs, turning the chopped flesh and blood into charred charcoal.

Lancelot strode among the aliens, killing them in these undoubted resistances. Every time the Knight Sword was under his command, aliens would be killed, and their counterattacks were weak.

Vito stood up, raised his gun and accurately killed two aliens behind Lancelot who tried to use the only grenade launcher for the last fight.

Vito walked over, not running, but walking quickly, aiming and shooting as he walked. When Vito walked in front of the grenade launcher, an alien holding a scimitar jumped down from the roof next to him and chopped Vito's head with a knife.

But the Inquisitor dodged with amazing reaction speed, and at the moment of turning around, he used the magazine of the grenade gun to hit the alien's forehead directly. Blood gushed out from the alien's ephedra bandage hood, and soon, as Vito pulled the trigger, the bandage exploded along with the entire head.

Vito did not stop, grabbed the grenade on the ground, and fired his own grenade at the aliens who fled into the old grocery store in the town and were ready to fight to the death. The explosion sprayed out from the doors and windows of the grocery store, and only a broken black hand fell on the yellow ground.

Vito threw away the grenade gun and walked towards Lancelot with the gun. The latter killed the alien under his feet with a sword. It was the last living alien. Astarte solved all the aliens around with efficient, accurate and swift attack methods.

Of course, except for those killed by Vito.

Lancelot inserted the knight sword into the scabbard, and looked at the burning grocery store with Vito, "I will throw the remaining bodies in and burn them together, and there will be no trace left." Vito smiled and patted his wrist armor, "I knew you could do it. I'm going to deliver the goods. Remember to tell Ragnar when you go back. I will give him a chance soon." Vito walked towards the truck. Lancelot watched the Inquisitor open the door and climb into the driver's seat, "When? Where?" Vito started the engine, closed the door, leaned against the window, and put on sunglasses casually, "Victoria Prime." He waved his hand and then drove the heavy truck away from the town. He stretched out a hand and waved, "Ah, please take my son's hoverbike back, don't scratch the paint." Lancelot sighed and looked around at the alien corpses on the ground.