Warhammer Inquisitor Chapter 663

  Chapter 663 Doomsday Storm: Ice and Snow City Race

The cold wind is blowing on the metal wall, and it is facing the test of the cold winter in the stern cold wind. Years of cold winter have already covered its surface with a solid layer of ice, which needs to be smashed with a punch to survive. Open the cover below it, which he did.

Lancelot shattered the solid ice with a fist, tore off the cover, and then began to connect the wires in it. He squatted on the cold concrete floor, and Ragnar leaned against the one who had returned home. He didn't even Wear a helmet so that your breath and nostrils can breathe through the bitter winter here.

   "It's really the same as going home, right, old wolf."

   "As you said, bro."

  Ragnar smiled and leaned against the wall, propped himself up and looked at Lancelot who was working, "I didn't expect you to be able to do wiring. I thought only Bell could do this."

   "So you really haven't learned anything. How many times have we done similar missions? Have you learned nothing useful other than hacking?"

   "Yes, for example, I learned how to hang a chainsaw under the gun, and shoot and chop at the same time."

   "You really are."

Lancelot was unraveling the thread. While he was busy, Mikael held the gun and looked at the majestic giant gate in front of him. The edge, blocking that side from the outside.

Mikael looked at Guilliman in front, the Primarch was standing at the end of the platform, looking up at the giant gate, he was not wearing a helmet, letting his blond hair be blown by the cold wind, the ice and snow on his body A layer of frost formed on the eyebrows.

   "Master Robert, are you really determined to go in? I can definitely bring a team to do it for me."

   "Glad you're finally calling my name, Mikael, but it's better without grown-ups, it's all friends here."

Mikael glanced at the other people on the platform. There were very few people, and he could see them all at a glance. Except for Guilliman and Mikael, only Vito and his three Astartes were here. Originally, Mikael Kyle planned to bring more people, but Guilliman asked to travel lightly, too many people would only attract unnecessary attention.

  Mikael was holding a bolt gun. He looked at the majestic gate in front of him. The cockscomb helmet on his head was flapping in the cold wind. "My lord, you really shouldn't go in, it's too dangerous."

"Mikael, if becoming a Primarch means I have to hide behind the walls, then I will definitely not become a Primarch, so yes, I will do this myself, and no more people will be sacrificed gone."

"This is a dark age. Every life is a precious asset of the empire. Too many people have sacrificed in it before, and their sacrifices were not in vain, so this is enough. It is up to us to end all this farce gone."

  Mikael hesitated for a moment. He knew that it was meaningless to argue with Guilliman, "As you said, my lord, but I swear, I will do my duty and wield the sharp knife for you instead of others."

"I am truly honored, boy, go and help other friends." Guilliman smiled at him, patted him on the shoulder, Mikael nodded slightly, and then walked away, Guilliman watched followed him in the direction of Lancelot.

A few moments later, Vito came over with his arms in his arms, and he stood beside Guilliman and was blown by the cold wind with him without a helmet, "Eva has a message that Macragge's farce is over Congratulations, Ultramar is now officially under the embrace of the empire, and under your and my rule."

"You and I?"

"You, I know, but can't it be a joke? I've been busy for a long time, can't you give me an honor?" Vito laughed jokingly, Guilliman watched him silent for a moment, his eyes flashed After some doubts, but finally chose to laugh out.

   "What about Calgar and them?"

  "After a night of trouble, he took the company commanders to the temple after dawn, planning to hold a mass for you there. Eva told them the truth in front of the coffin."

   "I guess Calgar is angry."

   "It's more than that. They almost killed my **** the spot. Fortunately, I'm not there. Then you go and deal with them. I don't want to face a group of angry space warriors."

"So you caused a big mess and then ran away? Well, it's you after all, and I'll take care of it." Guilliman said, looking at the closed gate, where the wind and snow were forming. It was covered with layers of frost, and the icicles solidified and hung upside down on the door frame, sharp as spears.

   "After the farce here is over, it's time for us to go to him. He's been going on with this bigger farce for long enough."

   "Mortarion, have you seen him? After the rebellion began."

   "No, no, the last time I saw him was at the Nikaia meeting."

   "Then have you thought about what he has become now? What are they like now."

  Guilliman did not answer, he put on his helmet after staring straight ahead in silence for a moment, "Let's go, the door is open."

  The door was indeed opened. Lancelot stood up and dropped a handful of wires. The three little ones by the door only looked at the huge door that opened with a bang.

Guilliman walked over, Vito looked at his back and was silent for a moment, then followed with his sword pressed, Guilliman led the way into the area behind the opened gate, and several others followed with guns in hand , Their gun-mounted flashlights illuminated the past in the dark space, illuminating the empty deck and the scattered goods stacked here.

Guilliman looked around the empty space. The spotlight on his helmet shone from the dome. There was no fungus or flora here, only a piece of dead concrete and walls, and there was no one, dead or living, empty. Only the cold wind dances in the space.

   "Captain Cole, please send us the structure diagram." Mikael said, but before he finished speaking, Guilliman started to move.

   "No need, I remember all the structures here, I'm the leader."

"Wow, his memory is really good." Ragnar shrugged his shoulders with his gun in his hand and followed. Olaf was the last one to come in from the door. Afterwards, he raised his hand and released psychic lightning from his eyes. , The door slammed shut in the blink of an eye.

   "Nothing here can leave." The old wolf turned his head and explained to several people. Guilliman nodded in satisfaction, then turned and led the team into the depths of the experimental facility.

A trickle of water trickled down the broken pipe, and as it dripped to the ground, there was an echoing tick-tock over the small pool, which in the dead stillness became like a bombing on the rails Generally huge.

  The heavy power armor footsteps also echoed in the corridor. Six pairs of power armor footsteps walking on the steel floor soon became the loudest sound here.

Guilliman's eyes looked at the corridor ahead from behind the helmet. The bright spotlights on both sides of his helmet illuminated the front, illuminating the figures of Mikael and Lancelot. Lead the way at the front of the line.

Ragnar held the chain saw ax behind, and he used the light on the gun to shine through a door on the side of the corridor, illuminating the overturned tables, as well as the broken glass and solution on the ground, one by one. All the large culture tanks were broken, and the liquid in them flowed all over the place.

   "Oh shit, there was a party in this **** place."

   "A big party." Vito glanced at the bullet marks on the wall as he walked by. They were scorched marks from laser guns. He walked forward to the side of Guilliman and walked sideways with him in the middle of the team.

   "You're not here just for the research data here, are you? I know you need to put on a stalwart for them, but tell me the truth."

  Vito's voice sounded in the confidential channel between the Emperor's armor and the armor of destiny, and their voices were completely inaudible to others.

Guilliman glanced at him, and looked forward after a moment of silence. Several nutrition tanks on a trolley came into view. Several cows were soaked in them, and some of them contained chickens, floating in the solution. , tied together by several ropes.

   "Mortarion is challenging me."

   "He always likes to challenge other people, that's what he was back then, this kid, it seems that he hasn't changed after staying in the subspace for so many years." Vito said with a shrug.

   "And you know me."

   "You won't turn down any challenge?"

   "I will never lose."

Guilliman quickened his pace as he spoke. He walked in a hurry, with some irritability and obsession on his face. Vito stopped, "Robert, is this your pride, or is it your persistence? Why do you insist on accepting him?" challenge? You know it's a trap."

"It's not my pride that drives me, Vito, I haven't had those emotions since that parade, I've worn that crown, no, I'm here because Mortarion is challenging me Authority, if I can't even solve this kind of provocation, then what face do I have to continue to rule the empire? Let alone let Ryan, that arrogant guy listen to me."

   "You know he won't listen to you no matter what, right?" Vito joked.

"At least listen to one or two words, there will be other brothers coming back soon, right? You know them, I have to do something to prove myself so that they are willing to talk to me at least a few words, this empire is already messed up, I don't want them coming back to see my jokes."

   "Especially Dorne?"

   "Especially Dorne."

Vito laughed, nodded with his arms folded, Guilliman turned and walked on, "So, what did you talk to him about? At the Golden Throne, I tried asking the Custodians, but they said No one heard it, only you and him knew."

  Vito's smile suddenly froze, and his expression suddenly turned cold. Vito took a deep breath and walked away, "What did you talk to him about? Where are you?"

   "He asked me to do what I should do, to act as the regent of the empire on his behalf."

   "That's all?"

   "No, that's not what he said, but I'm afraid you'll be angry."

   "Tell me, I have a good temper. If I have a bad temper, I won't be able to do this bad job for so long."

   "He said you messed up. He let you serve as the regent of the empire for so many years, but you still couldn't understand his philosophy. He thought you understood, but he was disappointed."

   "So he asked you to replace me? That's funny." Vito smiled, and Guilliman gave him a look. "You're not angry at all? He's completely denying your ten thousand years of hard work."

"Robert, he can't deny that the empire is still floating in the universe, his broken stool is still on Terra, and the astrotorch is still burning. Where can you go to meet him, whether he wants to or not, he can't deny it What he is dissatisfied with about me is the conflict between me and my ideas, the dispute over the line."

   "A route dispute? Is that why you guys had a fight?"

   "There was a fight, but, yeah."

   "What the **** is the dispute? He tried to hint at me, but he wouldn't say it. Damn, you know, he's still the same mumbled bastard."

   "You'll know when the time is right, but not here, and not today, it's not a good place to talk about life."

  Vito stopped talking, and he used the light on the power claw to shine on a trace on the wall, bullet holes, more precisely densely packed bullet holes.

Guilliman came out from behind the door. He looked around and found that it was a huge warehouse-like structure. Rolling shutter doors were placed on both sides in tatters. bullet holes.

   Guilliman raised his head, and Mikael's flashlight shone on it, illuminating the scars on the entire door frame wall. Captain Mikael opened his eyes wide and sighed, "O Emperor!"

"It's like a battle here. Look at the shell casings here." Lancelot kicked the shell casings all over the ground with his feet. They were everywhere, and there were a few recoilless shells that had been ejected. Damn, they used artillery in buildings? Unless they wanted to die, it would be a death if they didn't, and a worse death.

   "Bomb, Bell has been here before."

  Olaf pulled out a twisted bullet from the wall, and he handed it to Vito, who took it and looked at it, "MK4 standard bomb, yes, he has been here."

   "But what about their people? I mean, there was a big battle here, and there aren't even a single dead body here."

   "Astonishing indeed, Brother Lancelot."

"At least they left food, boy, I haven't eaten all day." Ragnar picked up a foil-wrapped burrito from the edge of an overturned iron table. At that moment, his arm touched the cup on the side, and it fell all of a sudden.

   "Ragnar, don't pick up random things to eat, be careful of poisonous shit, hell."

Vito stopped talking, and Guilliman and the others turned their heads around in surprise. Vito slowly raised his arms and shone towards the end of the warehouse space. The light illuminated countless densely writhing human bodies. , they stood together deformedly, moaning in the darkness and looked over.

Some of them, carrying guns in hands pierced and torn by vines, turned around with their heads hanging from their necks shattered, and among them was an Astartes, his After wearing it for half a day, the armor was broken, and countless vines crawled out of the gaps. He laughed, grinning ferociously.

Soon, the entire crowd was laughing, the entire space was laughing, Mikael took the bolter and used a flashlight to illuminate the other side of the hall, where there was also a dense black crowd, and they staggered over , laughing wildly with twisted body.

   "Ragnar, do you still want to eat?"

   "No."

  Wild Wolf threw away the burrito, rang the chainsaw axe, and faced the ocean of dense laughter.

  (end of this chapter)

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