Warhammer Inquisitor Chapter 127

  Chapter 127 End Yan Era: Old Master, New Business

  The armored train fell to the ground like a whale that had been stranded all the time, and just like the whale falling after its death, the "microorganisms" were decomposing the remains of this giant steel beast.

Burakumen gather around the train, men with guns on their backs walk up and down the train, they pry the doors open, the cargo boxes are smashed open to take out the goods inside, and the boxes and cans are moved out of them .

They crawled over "Oberon's corpse" like ants, and the walking tribesmen were everywhere, and the children also played on the surrounding sand, and the women were busy loading the usable things with the older children. On the Kaban beast.

  The hairy beasts stood in the sun with luggage hanging on their bodies, each box was stuffed into the hanging net, and the giant beasts raised their heads and growled to communicate with each other.

  But not everyone is so happy. Although there are laughter and laughter everywhere, some people are in a very bad mood. It is not appropriate to describe it as bad. It can be said to be despair.

The surviving members of the train were crushed, they knelt down in front of the tribe, and Vito sat on the box in front of them, Vito sat on the box with a gun and drank the wine out of the box, really drinks.

  Vito nodded in satisfaction, showing a pleasant voice, "That's great, thank you all, these tributes are pretty good."

  The train captain kneeling in front of Vito looked around vigilantly, and the tribal men with guns stood around. They surrounded the members of the train, just like shepherds guarding the flock.

  Halfas stood behind Vito, holding a crescent spear and staring at the crew members in front of him. These whiter-skinned northerners looked at Vito and Halfas with fear in their eyes.

  A tribal hunter moved a box to Vito, who opened the box to reveal a row of rifles underneath.

  Vito took out a gun from it and pulled the bolt to check it out, then laughed jokingly, "Who are you going to send these goods to?" "Persians, my lord, Persians."

  Vito smiled, and he put the rifle back in the box, "Then they will sell the weapons to the Arabs and use them in their wars with each other."

"Well, we confiscated these weapons for the sake of world peace, and we will use it as the toll for this time." Vito said, looking at the driver in front of him, who nodded to Vito to continue, anyway, he didn't way to refuse.

   "I will let you go. You go back and tell your trade alliance superiors, "Master Assassin" Vito Constantine told him that you can come from this land in the future, but you need to pay offerings to the tribal people."

   "We will ensure the safety of the trade routes and provide you with ... help, but you must respect the local masters, understand?"

  Vito leaned forward and said, with his hands on his knees, and the shiny silver revolver flashed a little light in the sun, the captain nodded to show that he understood.

  Vito smiled in satisfaction and pointed to the sun in the distance. The captain also followed Vito's finger and looked over. The sun was moving west and had already passed the noonline.

   "Follow the sun. If you go fast, you will be able to reach the nearest town before the sun goes down. Contact your superior. I will visit you in three days to sign an agreement."

  The commander looked at the direction of the sun, and suddenly his chin was blocked by a gun barrel. The commander turned his head in astonishment and looked at the smiling Vito in front of him. He held the pistol against the commander's chin.

The captain swallowed, feeling the feeling of Adam's apple touching the cold barrel, Vito looked at him with a smile on his face, "I don't like little surprises, understand? It's better to be as usual when I come, otherwise I will I know, then our meeting will not be very pleasant."

   "Understood. Master." The driver said word by word. Vito smiled and put the gun back and took his seat. He looked down at the kneeling people in front of him.

   "Then you should go, the desert after the sun sets is very dangerous, and we haven't signed an agreement yet, the tribal people will not help you."

  The driver stood up tentatively, and immediately beckoned his people to leave after seeing Vito nodding in agreement, and the crew members quickly got up and ran towards the direction of the sun.

  Vito stood up and looked at their embarrassed figures with his hands in his arms. Halfas also stood behind Vito with a gun in his hand. The latter smiled at him and poked his head out to look at the coming chief and Sarah.

  The Chief came over, and he stopped a few steps away with his staff, and he said something, which Sarah translated for him.

"it's time?"

   "What?" Vito said in confusion, and the chief looked at him with his head slightly raised.

   "Make you one of us."

  Vito froze for a moment and turned to look at the chief, then at Haphas, who nodded affirmatively.

  A huge wood bonfire burns in the desert, and the night is illuminated and lit by its firelight, billowing black smoke rising into the boundless night.

There are shadows on the desert illuminated by fire. Those long shadows come from the dancing tribal people. The tribal hunters dance around the campfire with spears in their hands. They sing melodic old songs in the ancient local language The ballad, the ballad is like a majestic eulogy.

They moved around the bonfire in a uniform movement, and the drummer was beating drums on the sand where they sat on one side. The ancient songs were also sung among the people around them. place.

  Halfas led the dancing hunters, and their shadows were projected on the ground, just like giants moving on the sandbar.

  Vito sat by the campfire with the tribesmen, he looked at the burning flames and the dancing people, this scene was almost like an illusion, and now he felt like he was in a dream.

  Vito was dressed in the clothes of the Burakumin, and now he was almost the same as the Burakumin except for the color of his skin. He sat with them and participated in the ceremony.

   This is not the first time Vito has participated in such a ceremony. He has participated in such a ceremony with the Sioux Indians, but at that time he was a guest, not a member of the tribe.

  He's not there yet, but soon he will be.

  Halfas and their dance steps danced with the melody. In the old song, the old chief walked into the scene. He walked between the hunters dancing, and Sarah followed him. They came to the burning bonfire.

The chief raised his hand to signal Vito to step forward, and the latter stood up and walked towards the chief under the watchful eyes of the tribesmen. Those dancing hunters did not stop. They might bump into Vito, but the latter had no intentions. The meaning of stopping.

  Vito walked up and went straight through them, no one touched him, as if he was an invisible ghost.

  Vito walked among the hunters, his body was illuminated by the burning campfire, and he stopped in front of the chief.

The chief recited a scripture aloud in a language that Vito could not understand, or Vito thought it was. The voice was as majestic as towering mountains, and it seemed to be a boundless ocean. Although his voice was old, it was full of strength.

  The chief's arms were raised high, like two wings in the firelight. Vito looked at the arms that looked dark under the backlight of the flames. The chief used ancient etiquette and rituals to comfort the ancestors' heroic souls.

He pronounced Vito's name, the only word Vito could understand, and he watched Sara come to him, she was also wearing a shaman dress now, and her face was painted, but it still couldn't be concealed. its beautiful.

  Sara's fingers dipped paint in the pottery bowl she was holding, and her fingers moved on Vito's face following the voice of the old chief. An ancient and sacred totem painting was on Vito's face.

  He looked at Sarah in front of him. The latter drew the complicated pattern seriously. She smiled and stepped aside. The old chief looked at Vito and gestured to the side.

  Vito seemed to know what he meant, without Sarah's translation or any explanation, but he just understood, as if the spiritual totem of that tribe had played a role.

  Vito walked into the hunters, and he began to unconsciously dance the dance that he had never danced before. He danced with the hunters around the campfire, and his long shadow was drawn in the desert.

  Vito was dancing, he looked at the burning bonfire and Sara smiled, and he smiled sincerely.

  Because, he is no longer a homeless wanderer, the flames of war, the ancient past and the dark future are no longer relevant to him, the end of the wasteland has become the past, and he is not alone now.

  In this **** world, the morals of the world and his "great ambitions" have nothing to do with him. Vito has come to his ideal land, so let everything end like this.

  But, can a person really be isolated from the world, regardless of everything in this world, and live alone?

  (end of this chapter)

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