Warhammer Inquisitor

The scorching sun shone dimly on the desert, and the scarlet rocks and sally released billowing heat waves under the high temperature, and the endless red next door reached the end of the horizon.

This is common in the hive world. The industrial pollution from the hive, resource development and the huge population have already drained everything on this planet. The forest rate has faded, the rivers have stopped flowing, and only the mountains are left bare. Even the ocean has disappeared, leaving only this barren desert.

The hot sun shines on the eyeball, it reflects the light, and the film from the corner of the eye slides with the blinking of the eyelids. The lizard is lying on the rock, and its eyes are turning to observe the surrounding environment. Suddenly, the billowing dust from afar attracts it attention.

It turned to that direction, and its eyes turned up and down to stare at that direction. Sandstorms are so common in this land, just like heavy rain in summer, they can happen at any time. At first, the lizard didn't notice any difference, but soon Soon, it knows that it is wrong.

When the lizard saw what was in front of the sandstorm, the lizard immediately scrambled back down the rock, but it was still not fast enough. Faster and faster tall armored motorcycles roared past the rock, and there were more than one of them. But dozens of hundreds of vehicles.

The armored motorcycles rushed by together, and the shock wave caused the cricket to be rolled off the stone. It fell with the wind, collided with a motorcycle, and then fell on the ground in front of it, but before it lifted As soon as it started, it was crushed by the tall wheels attached to the spikes.

The incomplete body of the lizard rolled with the rotation of the tire. It stuck to the wheel and became more and more shattered with each rotation, but this did not attract the attention of the person sitting on the seat at all.

The rider wearing a wing helmet straddles the motorcycle, leans back on the seat decorated with wings, and holds the gas pedal with both hands. As he turns, the oncoming gust of wind blows on the surface of his helmet .

The white robe on his shoulders flew backwards, dancing in the wind with the speed of the motorcycle, and behind him, more white robes were also flying in the air, forming a white ocean on the red land.

The motorcycle was running behind him, the rider raised an arm, and immediately after that, two motorcycles drove up, and the two riders were on the left and right sides, looking at the leader.

"Go out to reconnaissance and find out the situation of the fortress." He said, the voice was accurately conveyed through the communication channel in the helmet, the two riders nodded immediately, then turned the steering wheel and left the convoy, rushing towards the convoy with billowing smoke and dust into the depths of the Gobi.

Lancelot looked at them from behind the helmet's display, then raised his finger and swung it into the air, "Release the drone and lead the way."

His order was carried out immediately. The riders in the convoy who were carrying the sidecar boxes on both sides of the motorcycle opened the boxes. With a burst of clicks on the screen on the motorcycle, the drones in the boxes on both sides immediately lifted off. Flapping the wings of the propeller, it rushed out of the smoke and dust raised by the convoy.

They flew over Lancelot's head and headed for the distance. He looked at them, and then sat on the back of the car, holding the handlebars in front of him with both hands. The motorcycle roared and roared. Rush forward to the horizon with the huge armored convoy behind you.

These riders, they ride war horses, not horses like knights in the feudal world, but steel war horses made of steel and transmission shafts, and what they eat is not grass and carrots, but power fuel.

The motorbike team galloped across the desert, throwing up yellow sand behind their tires. Lancelot leaned on the back of the car, and the sun light spots from the sky reflected on his helmet.

There was a burst of gunfire from a distance, Lancelot looked in that direction, and the communicator in the helmet also rang, "Chapter Master, the drone found that an Astral Army in front is protecting the fourth nest. The refugee team has all withdrawn, and the Chaos Heretics are besieging them."

"Eryn asked them to repent." Lancelot whispered, and this was an unambiguous order. There was an echo in the communication, and the motorcycle team behind him immediately began to change formation.

Lancelot turned the steering wheel abruptly, and as his motorcycle turned on the desert, the huge team behind him began to turn, like a big snake flicking its tail on the desert.

At the convoy not far away, a star fighter was holding a gun and firing. His laser gun shot at a heretic in the distance. The traitor fired a single shot, knocking the Astra Militarum to the ground behind the car.

The star soldier on the side looked at his fallen companion in surprise, and the refugees behind him screamed as they watched him, and the sound of laser guns hitting the car body like raindrops in a rainstorm was endless. The Star Guard glanced at the refugees behind them, and rushed to the front of the car with their guns in hand.

He poked his head out and saw the traitors approaching outside. They kept shooting red beams, and a shot of plasma flew from them, hitting another car on the side with one shot, and immediately let the bus It flew up, rolled and landed on the ground with flames.

The screams of the women and the cries of the children were instantly louder than the sound of gunshots. The Star Guards looked at them and turned around. Suddenly, there was a sound of heavy footsteps on the hood in front of him, and he looked up. , saw the huge shadow that blocked the sun's light.

That was the demon standing on the hood of the car with his bloody mouth wide open, his slender tongue protruding from between his teeth. The Star Militia Army watched him widen his eyes and raised his gun instantly, while the refugees hiding behind the car behind him It was even more screaming, like a flock of frightened birds.

The Astra Militarum took aim at the daemon, but just moments before he could fire, a huge shadowy silhouette rushed past him, and he looked up to see the dusty steel body above him in the sun.

The wheel hit the devil's face and sent the monster flying. The star army stared wide-eyed, watching the motorcycle that flew over the head and landed on the ground. It swung left and right on the ground. , the wheels then started to run quickly with the sharp turn of the accelerator, spewed out a huge amount of mud from under the wheels, straightened up, and rushed forward.

The Star Forces raised their heads, and the refugees watched more motorcycles flying by. They roared out from the slope on the side of the bus, jumped over their heads like a group of wild horses, and landed on the convoy all at once. Front.

The heretic with the plasma cannon looked at the oncoming motorcycle, his eyes widened, and then he raised his gun to aim at the galloping motorcycle, but the rider instantly pulled out the shining knight sword, and the seat popped out sideways With a wave of the ground, the blade broke out from the smoke, cutting off half of his waist.

The plasma was cut off by the blade, and then overloaded and exploded in an instant, and the blue ion flame rose instantly. In the bright flame, the motorcycle rushed out carrying his rider, and there were more motorcycles in the flames behind him. Charge out.

Lancelot held a sword in one hand and the handlebar of the car in the other. He pulled the trigger on it, and the double-loaded bolt guns on the front of the car immediately fired and roared, and the roaring bombs instantly shattered countless traitors and demons in between.

Their bodies exploded and cracked backwards, and then splashed on the ground, the tall wheels of the motorcycle ran over them, a mortal traitor who was not dead looked at the crushed tires, and shut up in screams mouthed.

Lancelot's body shook up and down. He held the handlebar of the car and quickly turned the accelerator to rush past a vampire. The chest is neatly cut through.

He sat up, spun the sword with one hand, bent down and chopped down the demon on the other side, and the explosive bombs roared and roared with the fingers on the handlebars, constantly shooting at anyone who was unfortunate enough to be in a straight line ahead, no matter what Whether it was a human or a demon, they all fell under the wheels one after another, and the flesh and blood crushed by the heavy armored motorcycle flew around.

Suddenly, there was a roar of steel in front. A Khorne warrior in red armor roared, pulled out the battle ax that had been chopped on a dead guard, turned over and sat on his steel bull, and led Lifting the iron chain, kicked the iron bull's abdomen with both legs, and the demon engine roared and rushed up.

Lancelot looked at him, lowered his head suddenly, and pointed the knight sword forward. Like the steel bull knight, he drove the sitting MTR horse forward and charged forward.

The steel bull and the iron horse rushed towards each other, the knight of the steel bull raised his battle ax and roared continuously, and Lancelot silently raised his knight's sword, a cold light flashed, and the two passed each other.

The moment just lasted only for a moment, and the rapidity was not visible to the naked eye at all, but in the end, the roaring steel bull knight stopped. He sat on the back of his mount, and a flash of light appeared on his chest as his upper body slid. The red line, he looked at his chest, and then fell to the ground.

His lower body was still sitting on the back of the steel bull, and the demon engine raised its head to look at its rider, but soon, the motorcycles on both sides of it whizzed by, and the rider on the back held a power gun and slammed A shot pierced the gap exposed when the steel bull turned its neck.

The tip of the gun pierced out from the other side, and the steel bull let out a mournful cry. Bloody flames protruded from its mouth, and then the rider on the other side quickly drew out his plasma pistol, and shot into the steel bull's mouth as he rushed past. , the neck of the demon engine swelled instantly, and the plasma blasted off its head.

The demon's head flew out, fell from the air, and hit Lancelot's side all of a sudden. He rode a motorcycle and rushed past the steel bull's head.

There was already nothing in front of Lancelot, only countless broken limbs and fragments remained on the desert. Behind him, the Astartes convoy in formation caught up and followed behind. Unfolding, it is like a steel city wall, a moving city wall.

The rider riding beside Lancelot raised his spear with one hand, and the flag of the battle group was flying on the tip of his spear. Behind him, more spears were raised high, and the flag was flying in the air.

"Battlemaster." The voice in the communication channel overwhelmed the roar of the surrounding engines and the roar of wheels rolling over the ground. Lancelot turned his head slightly, "Is the scouting team?"

"Yes, Chapter Master, we found something...strange, traitors in Ravenhold, wearing our armor."

"Our armor?"

"Yes, Chapter Master, they wear gray-green battle armor, wing helmets and knight swords, and there are cloaks on their bodies"

The communication channel was cut off suddenly, replaced by a rustling sound, Lancelot frowned, someone was disturbing them, suddenly a huge shadow passed over his head, he raised his head and saw the whistling The Stormbird fighter that passed by.

More than one, the Stormbird Squadron passed over the convoy in an instant, and flew towards the distant fortress. Lancelot raised his head and saw the double-winged holy sword logo on the wing in the sun. sign.

"Our people?" Lancelot said in surprise, but before he could get in touch with the fighter planes, one of them dropped a bomb, which landed on the sprinting convoy. Lancelot's eyes widened Look at the bomb that is too late to dodge.

That thing exploded, and a mass of static position was instantly released, engulfing Lancelot and the soldiers. In the blink of an eye, they all stopped. Freezing, even the flying flag froze.

Lancelot's body couldn't move for a moment. He couldn't speak or do anything, but his vision remained normal. His eyes under the helmet looked at the Stormbird Squadron flying towards the distant fortress. They rushed at low altitude and flew towards the fortress at high speed.

It took a long time for the stationary position to fail, and Lancelot's motorcycle immediately started to work again. He turned the accelerator to accelerate, and rushed towards the opened city gate, but the Stormbirds had all taken off into the air and left. He watched The fighter plane flying away overhead, the fighter plane of the mother regiment.

He quickly rushed to the city gate, and the motorcycle came to a stop. Lancelot sat on the seat and looked around the empty fortress hall. Other people behind him also rushed in. The tires of the motorcycles were There was a harsh screech on the ground.

The soldiers drew their weapons and pointed around, but there was no enemy to deal with, yes, none, Lancelot looked around, the whole fortress was empty, it was as quiet as if no one had ever stayed here Same.

He scanned the surrounding environment, carefully trying to find clues, but found nothing, not to mention people, there was not even a trace of the battle, corpses, weapons, nothing left.

"Didn't you say there are enemies here?" A soldier whispered, but he forgot to turn off the communicator, and the voice reached Lancelot. He frowned and looked sideways at the company commander on the motorcycle behind him.

"Where is the reconnaissance team?" "Lost contact, all communication has just been cut off, sir, what happened here?" The company commander asked, but Lancelot did not answer, he looked at the empty space The hall was silent for a moment.

"Report and tell them we've taken the fort and the sky is ours."

"Yes, sir."

The company commander immediately signaled to the communicator carrying the radio to deliver the news. Amidst the clicking sound of the radio, Lancelot looked at a piece of broken cloth among the rubble beside it, with the Roman numeral II on it.