Warhammer Inquisitor Chapter 120

  Chapter 120 The End of Yan Era: On how to go from digging the ground to shocking the whole village for a whole year

  Silver boots stepped on the sand, and countless gravels slid down the **** towards the dunes. Vito walked on the endless sand dunes and looked into the distance. There was nothing on the endless horizon, only gravel and the scorching sun.

  Vito followed behind the children. They walked together in a row. The chief's son waved a long stick and walked arrogantly like a team leader. The mutant hound followed him like an emperor.

  Vito looked at the chief's son with a smile on his face jokingly. This child reminded him of the past, and he often did this when he was still on Crete.

The fragmented memory of playing with his companions as a child has become the only impression of the place he was born in. He doesn't even remember what it was like to invite his parents. It has been too long, too long, too long for human beings to comprehend the end.

  The sun radiated on the sandy sea and caused a burst of cyclones. This group of people walked on the sandbar, leaving all the footprints in the desert step by step, and the footprints of different sizes extended farther and farther towards the end.

Vito's hand was holding the gun belt on his shoulders. He looked back and looked around from the corner of his eye, talking about his tribe's children. Obviously, they hadn't seen foreigners much. The only thing they could see here was That group of predators, so it's not a good impression.

  Vito smiled at them, but suddenly a gunshot exploded on the sandbar, Vito immediately slid down the sniper rifle and held it in his hand, the children all panicked and shouted at each other.

  The chief's son yelled at them to be quiet, and he slid down the dune with his long stick, and his hounds followed him.

  The children followed their leader. Vito looked around at the children sliding down the dune and then jumped down. He sat on the **** of the dune and slid down like a ski.

  He kicked up at the end and ran after the kids, gun in hand, as they sprawled on a low sand dune watching the marauders below.

Vito squatted next to the chief's son. He picked up the sniper rifle and locked the enemies. His eyes looked through the binoculars at the desert predators. They came here from afar on motorcycles and robbed a pioneer .

  The home of the pioneers was on fire, and the looters moved out the things they thought were valuable, and mercilessly shot and killed the male pioneers who stopped them.

   The looters talked about crashing their belongings into a motorcycle, and one person sprayed the logo of the local looters on the wall, a triangular pattern composed of three curved blades.

  Vito has his eye on a biker raider, he can take them down and take their bikes to a meeting to fix his own, good chance, but.

  He glanced at the children around him, no, not this time, if he can't protect them in the current exchange of fire, these children will definitely be killed by the stalkers on motorcycles.

  I promised Sarah that he would not break his promise, and he would not harm a group of ignorant children for his own selfish interests.

  Vito sighed and put away his sniper rifle. He watched as the predators left waving their guns. They rode away on motorcycles and disappeared into the desert.

  He stood up and looked in that direction with a sniper rifle in his hand, and then turned his head at the chief's son, who raised his head in surprise and waved his stick to signal everyone to follow.

  Vito looked at him and smiled, he hates others "usurping" his leadership, well, at least this kid has the idea of ​​being a leader.

Vito followed him. He followed the children across the endless sand sea with a gun in hand. After walking for a while, the chief's son stopped. His hounds stopped and sniffed the ground, and then began to use their paws. Dig the ground.

  The son of the chief yelled something in the native language and went up and started digging gravel. The children all went up and started digging together.

  The little boss raised his head and looked at Vito annoyedly. The latter stood aside with a gun in his hand and looked around, obviously not intending to work. The little boss yelled and waved a stick to direct Vito.

  Vito looked at him with a suppressed smile on his face. To be honest, this was the first time he was directed by a ten-year-old kid, and the latter seemed to completely feel that he should listen to him.

  Vito smiled and put his gun on his back and joined the labor. He knelt on the ground and began to dig the sand pit. He dug the ground together with the children, and he dug out handfuls of hot gravel with his hands.

   Together they dug a hole in the ground, and after a while of hard work a black thing appeared in it, and Vito reached out and pulled it out, his fingers snatching it from the sand.

   This is a black, flat, round thing that looks like a coiled worm, with lines on its body lined up in rows, but this thing is definitely not a worm.

Vito looked at the thing in his hand in confusion, and the son of the chief beside him made gestures, as if he was teaching Vito how to use that thing, but he didn't know whether it was because of his poor expressive ability or Vito's poor comprehension ability. , I didn't understand it at all.

   He yelled and grabbed it, and then pressed his fingers on the central axis of the disk that was holding the object. He pressed it down hard, and the surface of the object collapsed inward, emitting a puff of black smoke.

  Vito looked at the thing in confusion. The chief's son drank the black juice that flowed out of it. He handed it to Vito, and kept urging the latter to drink the strange black liquid.

  Vito looked at the "black melon" in his hand and hesitated for a moment, then took a sip. The weird liquid tasted just as weird, it tasted like spoiled watermelon juice, no wonder it was called black melon.

  He returned it to the chief's son with a bitter face. The latter waved his hand without cutting it, and then handed it to the child beside him. The latter took a sip without any suffering, and then handed it to another person.

  Everyone took a sip while exchanging with each other, and the dried black melon was thrown aside casually. Vito watched the children continue to dig and moved.

Their excavation quickly made progress, and black melons were dug out one by one. As time went by, more and more black melons were contained in the leather bag. It looked like the "worm food" that Vito had seen in Yunnan. "Big exhibition.

  The chief's son raised his head and wiped his sweat. He looked at the black melon in his pocket and stood up in satisfaction. The latter waved a long stick and shouted.

Vito and his "little men" are all on their feet, he watches playfully as he adjusts his gun belt, he looks up at the westward sun, it looks like they've been working for a while, as far as the results Today's harvest is not bad.

  Vito turned around and prepared to take a step ahead, but just as everyone was about to walk away, the hound barked. It barked loudly towards the distance of the sandbar, and the ground began to fluctuate.

  Vito's face changed drastically when he saw the thing, and the little chief also looked at the thing in astonishment. Vito patted his head and opened his mouth before the latter reprimanded him loudly.

   "Take your people and run!" Vito shouted, picking up the sniper rifle and firing continuously. The bullets were instantly bounced off the rolling sand, and the things swimming below had a layer of hard carapace.

  The children all ran, but it was obviously not a wise move to run in a panic on the sand. Their speed was so slow that they hadn't run a few steps when the thing arrived in front of them.

  Vito flew to avoid the path of the thing, and the monster jumped up from the ground. It was an arthropod creature with a centipede-like figure leaping from the gravel like a killer whale.

  The big thing pounced on a child, and Vito waved the child away by the spiritual power. He stood up and waved his fingers continuously to pull the children away.

  The predator flew into the air, and every child flew up in front of him, and was pulled to another place by the invisible hand.

The angry predator shifted its direction and rushed towards the little chief. The child yelled and brandished a stick in an attempt to defend himself. His hound loyally stepped forward to protect its owner, but the foreleg part that it jumped on and bit was suddenly Shake it off.

The predator's hard carapace was not damaged at all, and its huge curved body rushed towards the little chief, but when its forelegs stabbed at the child, it was about to tear him apart before a shield appeared in front of him, and the psychic shield appeared in front of him. The shield bounced off the predator's claws.

  The monster squirmed backwards and swam away, as if subconsciously distanced itself from its prey and prepared to attack again. Its dancing tentacles sensed the flow and changes of air currents, and began to prepare for the next attack.

   But its attention was drawn away by the little chief, bullets hitting its back made it turn its head, and it saw Vito, who kept shooting, rushing up.

  The monster's countless legs crawled rapidly on the ground, and rushed towards Vito at an extremely fast speed. The sniper rifle in the latter's hand kept firing, but none of the bullets could penetrate its hard carapace.

The little chief climbed up the sand dune, and he raised his head to look in Vito's direction. The children yelled and watched as the predator jumped at Vito, and its sharp jaw hit Vito's forehead, as if it was about to They opened his head like a black melon.

But suddenly the monster froze in the air, Vito raised his fingers and the monster flew into the air, the thing wriggled in the air as if it had fallen into the water, countless razor-like legs opened and closed, and the other The sharp forelimbs also kept waving blindly in the air.

Vito held the sniper rifle with one hand and raised the other. The monster's body became extremely stiff in an instant. Vito clenched his fists again, and the legs of the ferocious predator screamed violently. was ripped off.

  Vito pierced his own body with a backhand swing of his razor leg. The monster screamed and countless blood dripped on the ground. The children watched the monster and shouted loudly, and the chief's son also showed an extremely surprised expression.

Vito watched the monster calmly pull back, the joint structure of its head became stiff and straight, its head was inserted into the pulled out razor legs at the same time, the monster's short wailing was fleeting, because its head was pulled out The whole thing was cut off.

  The monster's lower body crashed to the ground, causing a sandstorm. The children all took a step back, even the chief's son took a step back in fright.

  He watched the severed head slowly fly towards Vito, who walked up to him and handed the monster's head to him, and the severed head flew into his arms, or it was forced into it.

  The chief's son held the monster's head and looked at Vito in surprise. The children began pointing at the monster's head and talking, while the chief's son looked at the outsider who he wanted to command and subdue.

  The outsider burst out laughing when he saw the expression of the chief's son. He patted his shoulder and walked around with the sniper rifle on his shoulder, "Let's go, your sister is still waiting for me."

  The children surrounded the chief's son and slapped the monster's head. They yelled and booed, but the chief's son stopped them loudly. He raised his head and yelled something before running away.

  He ran past Vito with his head held high, the children ran behind him, and the hounds ran behind them.

  Vito looked at them and laughed jokingly, he carried his sniper rifle and followed them.

  The children ran into the camp shouting, and their shouting attracted the attention of the entire camp.

  Sara, who was following the chief outside the big tent, turned her head, and her father also turned his head to look at the young son who was running up. He held up the head of the monster like a triumphant hero.

The subordinates behind him helped him yell and build momentum. People in the entire camp came out to watch this scene. The little chief ran to his father and handed him the monster's head. The old chief looked at the head and stretched out his hand to stroke the other. Hard carapace, he knew that this was definitely not something his son could do.

  So he set his sights on the only possible person. Vito walked into the camp unhurriedly with a gun on his back. He winked at Sarah, who immediately blushed like an instinctive reaction.

   Her father said something, and the work of translating brought her back to her senses in an instant, and she cleared her throat.

   "The chief thanks you for saving these children, Vito, and he wants to know what kind of gratitude you want?" "You?" "What?" "No, nothing."

  Vito smiled jokingly, and he smiled at the patriarch with a sniper rifle on his shoulder.

   "Count me into the next hunt."

  (end of this chapter)

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