MTL - Warhammer Inquisitor-Chapter 9 Imperial Frontiers: Reclaiming Property

  Chapter 9 Imperial Frontiers: Reclaiming Property

  Vito is leaning on the suspension motorcycle. This crimson suspension motorcycle is originally from Mars. It is literally the old Mars machine flag, huh? You ask me how Vito got it from the Mechanician? I can only be sure of one thing, I definitely didn't buy it from the oil guy.

  The young judge is smartly wearing sunglasses and holding a glass of drink in one hand. He looks like he is on vacation in a garden world, but this must be fake, because now this ghost place is desert besides desert.

There is such a place in every agricultural world. This is a land that has been drained of nutrients by high-yielding crops. Now only the high slopes of loess are left on the land that used to be lush with greenery. Death and barrenness are flooding this land. Attached the color of destruction.

   It can be said that every imperial agricultural world is gradually destroying a world. All the nutrients and land of each planet will eventually be destroyed in the empire, which is innumerable and is still being consumed by the continuously expanding population.

   Unless the Mechanicus is willing to rebuild the entire planet ecologically, this world will have to be abandoned and removed from the administrative establishment of the Ministry of the Interior.

With a straw in his mouth, Vito took a leisurely sip of his drink and then picked up the binoculars. From behind the binoculars, Vito looked at the targets in the distance. Those carjacking aliens in the abandoned agricultural town, or rather, the irritable Native aborigines.

Those aliens wore some kind of rag headgear, which completely covered their faces, only revealing a pair of glasses, which were blindfolds or some kind of mechanical structure, and their dark and bony fingers were holding a handful of crude weapons. , but generally speaking, these aliens are still humanoid creatures.

   "Judge." A voice said, Vito put down the binoculars and turned his head back. The Caliban knight wearing a winged helmet was holding a sword and walked over the yellow sand high hill to his side.

"I hope Ragnar isn't too angry." "Then your hope is in vain. After Ragnar heard that you asked me to come down by name, he has already gone to the training cage to dismantle a few combat training servants. Cole is now Greetings to his eighteen generations of ancestors."

Vito laughed and shrugged slightly, "If I need to kill, I will call Ragnar down, but this time we need to complete the task quickly and accurately, especially so that no one can find out that the Astartes are involved. in."

   Lancelot's laughter came from under the helmet, and he looked down at the streets in the dilapidated town and the strange local aborigines on it.

"Also, I heard that you dark angels are very good at stealth operations, including erasing traces." Vito said and took another sip of his drink, while Lancelot shrugged, "I don't know what you are implying, Vito , but I'm afraid you meant the Dreadwing and Deathwing companies, not my company."

  Lancelot said and drew out the knight sword, "But I believe that I can do it too." Vito also smiled, and put down his drink, "Very good."

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"good afternoon everyone."

All the aliens turned their heads and saw the human stalking from the street. All the aliens picked up their weapons, yelled in some strange language between roar and roar, and pointed their weapons at The extremely arrogant, or extremely stupid man.

  Vito walked in swaggeringly from the street of the town, waving his hands casually, and looked at the group of aliens with a smile on his face. They were yelling, as if they were cursing something.

   "Sorry, everyone, I haven't learned your unique language yet, but I think you can probably understand what I'm saying." Vito said with a smile, pointing to a large truck on the street.

  It was an armored vehicle transformed from a grain transport vehicle. Its huge tires allowed it to run on the wasteland, and its airtight hatch was tightly locked to protect the precious cargo inside.

   "Would you mind giving us that car back? I'd appreciate it."

Vito hadn't finished speaking, and then more than a dozen weapons were pointed at his head, and the sound of being loaded one after another, Vito smiled helplessly and shrugged slightly, "Well, please allow me to introduce my big friend. "

Before Vito could finish speaking, a wall behind the aliens was shattered. Amidst the splash of rubble, Lancelot stepped into the street with a bolt gun in his hand, and let the deadly weapon start roaring almost immediately. .

Bombs roared and shattered the bodies of several aliens, jet-black blood sprayed out, followed by a series of curses and roars, and the aliens turned around in unison, pointing at them with their crude weapons. Lancelot fired.

   But those junks didn’t leave even a trace of bullet marks on the surface of the space warrior’s ceramic steel armor. Lancelot turned the gun quickly, and the emperor’s wrath poured on the heads of every alien enemy accurately and quickly.

Vito also pulled out his bolter and fired at the back of the alien. When the flanked alien turned around and fired at Vito, the judge had already moved quickly, galloping along the dusty street, Run while pulling the trigger.

  Vito hid behind a garbage bin with a sliding shovel, and the fragments of the broken cabinet were splashed by bullets. The alien with a large-caliber rifle fired wildly at the direction of the judge, yelling unknown and strange languages ​​from time to time.

   But his **** was quickly over as his head exploded, literally crushed.

Lancelot shook off the shattered corpse, pulled out the knight sword with **** hands, and beheaded another alien at close range with one sword. The disintegration position instantly evaporated its flesh and blood, and the flickering energy and lightning flashed between the limbs. Fleeing, turning the chopped flesh into charred charcoal.

  Lancelot strode among the aliens, and killed them amidst these unquestionable resistances. Every time Knight Sword had aliens under his command, they would be beheaded, and their counterattacks were weak.

  Vito stood up, raised his gun and accurately killed the two aliens behind Lancelot who were trying to use the only grenade gun in a last-ditch effort.

Vito walked over, instead of running, but walked quickly, aiming and shooting while walking, when Vito walked in front of the grenade gun, an alien with a scimitar jumped down from the roof beside him, A knife slashed at Vito's head.

But the judge dodged it with an astonishing reaction speed, and at the moment of turning around, he used the magazine of the bolt gun to directly hit the alien's forehead hard, and blood gushed out from under the bandaged headgear of the ephedra of the opposite sex, and Soon, as Vito pulled the trigger, the bandage exploded along with the entire head.

Vito didn't stop, grabbed the grenade on the ground, and fired his own grenade at the aliens who fled into the old grocery store in the town, and were ready to resist. The explosion sprayed out from the door and window of the grocery store, only one The broken black hand fell on the loess ground.

Vito threw away the grenade gun and walked towards Lancelot with the gun on his shoulders. The latter killed the alien stepped on by him with a single sword. It was the last living alien. Solve all the surrounding aliens with swift and violent means of attack.

   Of course, except Vito killed those.

  Lancelot put the knight sword into the scabbard, and looked at the burning grocery store with Vito, "I will throw the remaining corpses in and burn them together, without leaving any traces."

  Vito smiled and patted his wrist armor, "I knew you could do it. I'm going to deliver the goods. Remember to tell Ragnar when you get back. I will give him a chance soon."

  Vito walked towards the truck, Lancelot watched the judge open the door and climbed into the driver's seat, "When? Where?"

  Vito ignited the engine, closed the car door, leaned against the car window and put on sunglasses smartly, "Victoria Master."

  He waved his hand, and then drove the heavy truck out of the town, he stretched out a hand and waved, "Ah, my son's hoverbike, please take it back, don't scratch the paint."

  Lancelot let out a long sigh, looking around at the alien corpses all around.

  (end of this chapter)