Warhammer Inquisitor Chapter 128

  Chapter 128 End Yan Era: Another Lost

  Vito opened his eyes, and his eyes looked at the towering dome of the tent. The leather tent made of cowhide resisted the cold at night, and also blocked the wind and sand and the high temperature of the sun during the day.

This is a comfortable shelter with a carpet bed made of animal fur. Vito lay on it and looked down at Sarah in his arms. Warm and cozy.

   This was the third time he woke up like this. These three days were the happiest three days that Vito spent in the doomsday after everything was over.

Vito smiled and stroked her shoulder. Sara, who was in his arms, squirmed and rubbed against his body. She had actually woken up. Even though the night was up and down, her biological clock woke her up early, but she Don't want to remember, she has been like this, hiding in the warm shelter.

  Vito sat up, and Sarah didn't stop him. She knew that he still had important matters to deal with today.

Vito stood up and put on his trousers and shirt. Sarah, who was naked, picked up the holster that was thrown aside last night and handed it to him. Vito hung two pistols around his waist, and Sarah's hands climbed into his arms to hold them. Live Vito.

  Vito drew the revolver backhand, and he handed it to Sarah, who took the pistol slightly confused.

   "It protects you when I'm away, you know how to shoot right?"

  Sara nodded, Vito caressed her cheek and smiled, "Very good, it has been with me for many years, it can penetrate most of the non-heavy armor in the world today, make good use of it."

  He smiled, lowered his head and kissed Sarah at close range, and then touched the little girl's head, "I'll be back after I finish." "I know, I'll wait for you." "Of course."

  Vito kissed Sara again, and then walked out of the tent. He walked straight to his crimson motorcycle, where Hafas was waiting for him.

  Vito stepped on his motorcycle, and he took the sniper rifle from his lively young son. He put the sniper rifle on his back and turned to look in the direction of the chief.

  Where did the majestic chief stand, standing in front of the tent and looking at himself, Vito nodded affirmatively to him, and then looked at Sarah who came out wrapped in a blanket and smiled softly.

  He patted Hafas on the shoulder and turned the accelerator. Vito flew away, and the scarlet motorcycle jumped out of the tribe. It hit the sand heavily, and then galloped towards the end of the land.

A long cloud of dust rises along with the trajectory of the motorcycle, and the nascent sun covers the side of him and the motorcycle, just like a mission in a shadow puppet show, he rides on the sun and gallops in the fiery red rising mid day.

  He sat on the motorcycle and looked at the desert just after sunrise. Countless hills turned into huge shadows and stretched out. Their shadows were long and straight, just like a beautiful oil painting.

  Vito rode a motorcycle across the sandbar and sand sea. Now he is already familiar with this place. He can find the target without navigation, guidance and direction estimation.

  He crossed the sea of ​​sand like a real tribal man. The tribal costume on his body fluttered in the wind. The motorcycle passed through the desert, passing through the ridges and barren land, and finally he arrived at the destination.

  Vito drove up a sand dune on a motorcycle. He looked at the small town under the sand dune. It was the largest settlement on this land, and it was also the residence of the Trade Union.

  He turned the accelerator and went down, the motorcycle rushed from the sand dunes and kicked up a cloud of dust, he drove into the town and came to the striking white dome building.

  Vito turned over and stepped off the motorcycle. He walked to the door with a sniper rifle on his back and a pistol. Two trade union guards with live ammunition at the door looked at Vito and let him in wisely.

  Obviously they got the approval and instructions. Today there will only be one Burakuman visiting, and this Burakuman is definitely not something they can afford.

  The door in front of the door opened, and Vito walked into it. Here is a huge office, where traders and travelers talk to each other and process information.

   "Master?" A respectful receptionist asked, he was very humble and obedient, Vito nodded silently in affirmation, and he quickly motioned Vito to follow.

   "This way please master, please follow me."

  He followed the receptionist through the office hall, and he came to a small reception room inside the hall, where someone had been waiting for him for a long time, the train conductor, yes, the train conductor was waiting for him here.

  The train conductor sat on a sofa and nodded respectfully to Vito, "Please sit down, master." He gestured to the sofa on his side, and Vito sat on it after the receptionist nodded politely.

  He didn't speak in a hurry, but waited for the door of the living room to close before speaking, "It's true that you didn't play tricks, that's very good and worthy of praise."

   "To tell you the truth, master, some people did suggest that we assassinate you, so that we can dispel the illusions of the aborigines, but I resolutely rejected this barbaric and untimely suggestion."

The captain smiled respectfully, trying hard to create his sincerity, Vito put his hands on his knees with a playful smile, he knew that he was not negotiating sincerity, but because he was too young to play assassination with him .

  Playing assassinations and assassins with master assassins? are you serious?

"How does your superior respond? I don't want to spend too much time on this issue today, and there are people waiting for me." Vito said coldly, his voice was like a dagger made of frost, in such a hot desert Chills down the spine.

  The driver looked at the master assassin timidly, he cleared his throat hastily, to be honest, he didn't want to be in the same room with Vito for more than five minutes, every second he was here made him feel suffocated.

"Of course, Master, we agree to pay the offering, which is the toll. We are merchants and not barbarians, of course." The fear that comes next speaks.

   "Say it, Commander, I won't kill you, at least until you disappoint me."

  The captain trembled all over, and waved his hands quickly, "Master, here... You see, we have already paid money to the Steamboat Gang. There can only be one owner on a piece of land, and I think you agree."

  Vito didn't speak, just looked at the commander coldly, the latter quickly shook his head and explained, "As long as you can solve the problem! Get rid of them! We will offer offerings with both hands! I promise you!"

  Vito stood up. He looked down at the commander in front of him. The latter leaned on the sofa and looked at him with a look of fear. Vito's silence was as cold as an ice cellar. The room made the commander tremble continuously.

   "The Fire Wheel Gang will no longer be a problem, prepare your offerings." "Of course, of course, master, we will prepare."

  Vito turned around and left after saying that. He walked out of the living room. The driver breathed a sigh of relief. It was obvious that less than three minutes had passed, but he felt that half his life had passed.

  Vito walked out of the Trade Union building, stepped on his motorcycle and glanced at the two guards, who subconsciously took a step back.

  Vito didn't say anything, just turned the car around and left. He got out of the town's road and drove into the desert where he belonged.

  Vito drove his motorcycle back to the tribe. The round-trip journey took nearly half a day, but he was still enthusiastic about which direction to go. He was looking forward to the bonfire, food and the comfort of his lover tonight.

   There is his current home, an incomparably precious place in this doomsday wasteland.

   But he found something, he was sitting on the motorcycle and saw the thick smoke in the distance, which was the direction of the group.

   "Damn it!" Vito yelled and charged at full speed, the motorcycle's spinning wheels made him rush across the sandbar at an extremely fast speed, and he returned to the tribe like a red lightning bolt.

  He slammed to a stop outside the tribe, looking at the scene in front of him in horror.

  The tribe is full of dead bodies, those people, the people who lived and talked with themselves these days died, they were shamefully murdered.

  The Kaban beasts fell outside the tribe, their bodies were covered with single holes, the tents were burning, and everything was destroyed.

Vito flipped off the motorcycle, he pulled out his pistol and rushed into the camp. He looked at the corpses here one by one. The mother died holding her own child, the men died fighting, and the corpses of outsiders were still lying here. The corpse of the Steamers.

  Vito stopped, he watched Haphas fell to the ground, the brave man was besieged to death, but he still killed enough enemies before he died, nearly ten corpses fell around.

Vito's heart grew more and more frightened. He strode forward through the burning tribe. The chief's youngest son also fell by the side of the road. He was killed by a single shot. outside.

  He tried to hold back the intruder, but he was unsuccessful, and those shameful savages killed the venerable old man and entered their tent.

   "Sarah!" Vito yelled and rushed in. Holding a gun, he strode in and saw the scene and the nightmare in his heart.

Sara fell to the ground, his lifeless eyes had lost all signs of life, Vito suddenly knelt down and fell in front of her, Vito looked at the pulled clothes on Sara's back, Those savages were branded with the marks of slavery.

  They wanted to take her, to take her back for some shameful deed, one that made him burn with rage just thinking about it.

But Sara didn't let them, and while branded she killed a marauder with a pistol she had given her, his body lying on its side with a blown head, while his remaining fellow villains killed Sarah.

   They took the revolver, but that's the least of Vito's concerns right now.

  Vito watched Sarah's sad heart welling up in his heart, but he couldn't cry, because his tears had long been consumed by anger, and the fire of purgatory burned from his heart.

   But now, he only felt sad, he closed Sarah's eyes, he hugged his lover, looked at her face, turned and walked out of the tent.

  Vito built a bonfire altar in the center of the tribe, and he put all the tribesmen on it. Finally, he came there with Sarah in his arms and slowly put her on it.

  He caressed her face, Vito closed his eyes and his teeth chattered, he lowered his head and kissed her forehead before stepping back.

  Vito snapped his fingers, and a fire burned from the campfire. He watched Sarah's body burning in the fire, and he looked at that face.

   A still greater fire burned in his heart, and as he looked at them, at his beloved's face, the grief was over.

The flames illuminated the gradually darkening surroundings, and the sky had already darkened. The blazing flames made Vito's back even darker, but a bolt of lightning rose from his body, and the tiny electric arc caught cold for a short time. His back.

  Second, third, and more arcs began to appear on him, and suddenly giant arcs hit the ground, and the desert around the tribe was lit with thunder.

  Golden lightning flashed among the dark clouds, Vito's fist gradually clenched, and thunder echoed in the air.

  He, the tall giant, stood on the top of the Astrao Dam, looking up at the dark clouds and golden lightning above his head. Valdor came from a distance carrying a halberd, and he also looked at the thunder and arc above his head.

  Golden lightning pierced through the clouds, and the flashes illuminated the entire valley, as well as Valdor's armor and face. The commander of the imperial army walked to his side and looked up at the golden lightning flashing overhead.

  Thunder exploded in the air, but the turbulent dark clouds did not drop a drop of rain but electric shocks, and there were continuous golden arcs bombarding the ground on the ground.

   "Do you know why I always stop him from doing it, Valdor." "No, my lord, I don't know."

   "Because once Vito is provoked, his revenge will become more terrible than mine."

   he said, "And now, he's **** off."

  (end of this chapter)

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