Warhammer Inquisitor Chapter 502

  Chapter 502 Rebirth from the Ashes: Fate

The horse's hooves stepped on the edge of the golden wheat field. This field stretches as far as the eye can see. Under the sun, golden waves sway in the wind. Vito is sitting on the horseback, with a gray wide-shouldered cloak on his shoulders, which is very distinctive. Local specialties.

Sarah, who was beside him, also rode up. There were a group of sorrel fillies under her lap. Vito didn't remember that she or Lilith could ride horses, but it was obviously true. She rode very well. The originally irritable filly became docile and obedient under her step.

  Although the magic power of Slaanesh may have been used, so the eyes of those ponies shone purple, but at least she didn't fall, right? that's enough.

  Vito looked at the farm at the end of the field in the distance. It was at the end of the road between the fields, on the isolated island between the golden sea of ​​wheat. He got off his horse and handed the rein to Sarah beside him.

After the latter took the horse, he was asked to stay where he was, and only Vito walked up the field path alone. He passed through the golden wheat fields, and the warm wind blew by his ears, and the ears of wheat swayed in the wind. in his hands.

  Vito squeezed the wheat lightly, but it suddenly dissipated and flew backwards in the wind. Vito frowned slightly as he watched the scattered ears of wheat.

Behind him, black spots appeared in another clump of wheat ears, and its ergots began to fall off, and it was scattered in the wind like yellow sand into the field behind him, and the wheat in the wheat field pressed down to the sides as it swayed. There was a sound of breaking the straw that had already fallen off.

  Sarah's horses neighed in fright. She tightened the reins to calm them down. Then she squinted her eyes at the golden Mai Hai, and slipped her fingers quietly onto the spear stuck in the saddle.

  The neighing of the horse alarmed the people in the farm. He was sharpening his scythe, but now he looked up and noticed Vito who was walking. He didn't wear a hood, so he could see his face at a glance.

The scythe sharpener put down the whetstone and walked up with the scythe. The two met in the middle of the farmhouse. Vito looked at the tall figure. He was wearing a linen black dress with a hood over his shoulders. Wearing a wool coat.

"Have you made your home here?" Vito asked, looking around at the rudimentary but functional cabins, nails hanging outside the blacksmith shop, hammers beside the furnace, and leather traction ropes tied to the millstones for a long time , The corn is also hung to dry beside the harvested wheat.

   "Yes, there are friends and family." "Where are they?" "Nearby." He said, holding a broad scythe, Vito glanced at him, and then walked a few steps to look at the endless fields beyond.

  Wheat fields are swaying like sea waves under the golden sun. The breeze blows through the bushes, bringing up pieces of dancing wheat ears and grains. On a small hill in the distance, a windmill is turning in the wind.

  The white canvas turned up and down, like a white ship sailing in the wind in the distance, "This world looks pretty good." He replied.

   "But it's not like that. This place is broken like an empire, and gradually disappears." Vito said, a clump of wheat ears shattered in the wind, and they danced and scattered into the air, like ashes rising and falling.

"How long have you been hiding here? Do you know what Abaddon did? Are you just running away?" Vito turned his head and asked, the tall black-haired man stood there, glanced at Vito and turned his head. Aside.

   "I'm not a savior, let alone lead the empire. My war is over." "From the moment you were born, the war has never ended, child, you can't escape, that is your destiny."

  He looked at Vito, his night-black eyes were instantly filled with things. He saw a lot and remembered a lot, but he just turned around and walked towards the blacksmith shop with his sickle in hand.

  He put the scythe on the gray-white powdered wall of the blacksmith shop. After leaning against the wall for a moment of silence, "I have done enough for mankind, my mission is over, and I will no longer lead the legion."

   "This is your freedom, but I hope you can at least pay back what you owe him." Vito looked at him and said, the man dressed like a farmer, and he listened silently.

"Sanguinius, he is still alive, I want to bring him back, I need you." When he said the name of Sanguinius, Vito saw that his body trembled, and the body that could not escape Vito Eye.

  He took a step forward and approached the man, "When he let you go, he should have killed you, but he let you go. I should have killed you when I found you later, but I didn't either."

   "You owe a lot of things, you can't hide forever, believe me, it's useless." Vito said, his eyes suddenly became sad, "I tried, it's useless, we can't escape fate."

He fell silent, and turned his ear-piercing face back. The figure was still tall, but it seemed that he no longer had the strength of the past. He was silent for a long, long time. They stood silently in the farm, and everything fell into silence until a while A rustling sound broke the silence.

He looked sideways again, his arms moved instinctively, he stared at the direction behind him, and then suddenly slammed backwards, his shoulders rushed on a body, and the thing flew backwards, and after jumping up all of a sudden, landed on a straw roof.

  He looked at the thing on it, it was a man, a killer in a tight gray robe, half of his face was covered by a scarf, revealing only a sickly dry face and faded orange eyes.

The assassin pulled out two daggers dripping with venom from his waist and jumped down. He stabbed the man with a sword. Instead of dodging, he grabbed the assassin's arms and smashed him to the ground, and then kicked Kicked away the poisonous blade he stabbed, and then crushed his head with a sudden kick.

  The assassin's head was smashed like a rotten watermelon, and he didn't have any chance to breathe. He turned his head suddenly and heard the sound of fast footsteps behind him.

He punched out, and suddenly hit the seemingly empty air, but hit something there, he rolled to the side, and the invisible body appeared instantly, and the assassin lay prostrate on the ground , holding a dagger and staring at himself, then stepped to one side and rushed out before disappearing again.

He looked back and saw Vito wielding his long sword. He raised his sword to block the invisible killer's slash, and then kicked the air, kicking the killer back several steps. The man's footprints left footprints on the ground.

Vito saw a bucket of lime used for painting the wall, picked it up and sprinkled it forward, the invisible man was instantly stained with lime and appeared, then stepped forward and slashed at him with a sword, and the man was also covered by lime. He blocked his vision and hastily counterattacked, but was finally decapitated by a sword.

Vito looked at the black-haired and black-eyed man, and threw the bucket of lime in his hand to him, and he grabbed it, and then pushed it with his palm to scatter it in the direction of the rushing footprints. The assassin was instantly lit up by the lime, and the poison blade in his hand lost his aim for an instant because of the ashes in his eyes.

  The dagger stabbed crookedly and passed through the man's armpit. He grabbed the assassin's arm and then snapped his neck. The assassin fell limply to the ground, and the magic blade fell to the ground.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the last assassin. He looked at Vito and himself with the double blades. After a little thought, he immediately climbed up to the roof to escape, but just as he climbed up to the roof, he jumped into the dense wheat field, and his body collapsed. There was a gunshot as he quickly cloaked.

  The assassin's head was shot through, and the broken bones spurted out along with the brain, and then fell powerlessly and hit the fence, and then fell to the ground.

  The black-haired man looked at the rider in the distance. She was sitting on the horseback, holding a smoking shotgun in her hand. She carried the long gun on her shoulder and looked at it from the horseback.

  The man glanced at her, and then bent over and squatted beside the assassin with the broken neck. He threw off the face mask on his face, exposing the dry blue bloodshot face.

  He picked up the dagger on the ground, looked at the blade dripping with venom, turned it over and saw the mark on the handle, "Are you being followed? Did you lure these Chaos Assassins to me?"

He stood up and yelled at Vito angrily, but the latter pulled a piece of paper from the headless assassin and threw it over. He caught it and let the little paper Unfolded in his hands, and on it he saw his own face.

  A gloomy, silent and ferocious face, the person on it is wearing a piece of armor, and the logo of the skull bat is branded on the shoulder of the armor.

  He looked at his face above, slowly raised his head to look at Vito, he shook off the blood on his shoulder, the acid blood fell on the ground and instantly corroded the surface, "I followed them."

  Vito looked at the head in the distance and said, "Neither you nor I can escape our fate."

He fell silent, his eyes lowered, and after thinking for a moment, he turned around and walked to the front of the blacksmith shop. He stepped on the hammer table and kicked it to the ground, then squatted down and stretched his hands into the blacksmith shop. In the pothole.

He grasped the thing inside, and pulled it out after a moment of hesitation. The dust flew up along with it. Vito looked at the double blades on the skeleton bat gauntlet, and he put it on his own. on the back of the hand.

  He took out the other long claw and put it on his arm. Looking at the double blades on the back of his hand, too many things flashed in his eyes, and he closed them.

   "Are you ready? Conrad Koz."

  Koz opened his eyes, he turned around and stood in the sunlight, his claws lit up again after ten thousand years.

  (end of this chapter)

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