Warhammer Inquisitor

A dim fire flickered in the gray sky, and as the flames of war ignited again on the short-lived orbit, the flames of the explosion pierced through the dust and dark clouds and shone a faint light on the lieutenant's face. Illuminated under the flames of war, the imperial sky eagle, symbolizing allegiance, flashes in the center of the hat.

But the lieutenant knew that the Skyhawk, which symbolized loyalty, might not be so loyal now. He sat on the roof of the Leman Russ main battle tank, his eyes looking back towards the end of this huge armored column.

This former country road is full of armored vehicles and tanks. The war machines produced in the foundry of Mechanicus are lined up one after another. On a small road, the end of the team has been thrown to the end of the sky.

There are bomb craters and barren purple-blue land everywhere on both sides of the road. The artillerymen have exhausted their firepower and can't stop this chaotic pollution. They may be able to blow up those demons into meat, but they can't pass the unreasonable artillery fire Stop the pollution seeping into the land, and now, this train is parked in this polluted and cursed land.

The lieutenant knew that these pollutions would not affect the human body. They would neither mutate nor go crazy. As an officer who had received strict education in the Macragge Military Academy, the lieutenant would not be affected by those rumors .

But the lieutenant also knew that not everyone admired reason and calm as much as he did, especially after a failed battle.

Negative voices are everywhere in this armored convoy. Soldiers of the Astral Army gathered on the road in groups of three and four. Some of them sat on the roofs of armored vehicles and tanks, while others stood on the road and chatted. sky.

The soldiers vigilantly observed the political commissar walking in the ranks. Among them, the words of failure and heresy were spreading. The lieutenant had heard about it. No matter how the political commissar spoke, he would flog or even shoot deserters, but now the grim situation is all It is obvious to all.

After yesterday's tragic attack, many people lost their fighting spirit. With the passage of courage, heresy thoughts sprouted in their hearts. Many people were discussing the idea of ​​fleeing and the possibility of danger.

"Lieutenant, are we really going to attack?" The tank's cockpit cover was opened, and the driver wearing a leather tank cap got out. He lay on the roof and looked at the lieutenant commander sitting on the turret.

The lieutenant lowered his head to look at the pilot, he glanced at the political commissar passing by and nodded, "Yes, it seems like this, the 818 regiment is attacking with us, I heard that there are space fighters to help, the regiment leader said that this time it will definitely Can break through the defense."

"Fuck that shit commander, lieutenant, we've been fighting for a few days, and every time we leave behind a bunch of corpses and scrapped tanks and escape, God knows if we'll turn into burning scrap metal next time." The member of staff lay on the roof of the car, glanced at the political commissar vigilantly, and spoke quietly after making sure that the political commissar hadn't paid attention to this side.

"The guys don't even have the confidence to continue the fight. The idiots above are not worth our lives for them. I heard that someone in the regiment took advantage of the chaos and left the team when they were about to advance, and turned around in the tank!" the driver muttered softly, and the lieutenant said Frowning at the driver.

"This is an act of desertion, we will be arrested and shot." "Fuck him! I would rather die on the road than die in an attack that is used as cannon fodder."

The driver slammed down the roof armor, and looked angrily at the political commissar who was discussing the issue with the officers, "Those sons of a bitch don't care about us at all, let me tell you, let's break out of the encirclement with the other crews! Several A tank and a Chimera, that's not something the Overseer can stop us."

"What do you think? Lieutenant, shall we run?" the driver asked mutteringly, the lieutenant turned his head to look at the tank behind him, and the soldiers sitting on it were also whispering in low voices, with heresy faces on their faces, Similar thoughts, the Lieutenant knew, had spread like tumors.

Just as the lieutenant was thinking, a servo skull flew past. The lieutenant turned his head to look at the flying skull, and the driver also looked up at the servo skull that passed from the roof of the tank to the front of the team, and there were more than one.

A dozen or so servo skulls flew over the convoy's head, those small golden floating objects formed in the air, and the mechanical eyes implanted in the eye sockets projected an image together, and those blurred light projections began to materialize quickly, one A huge figure appeared in the air in front of the convoy.

This attracted everyone's attention. The soldiers who were still whispering in the convoy all looked at it. The political commissar also put down the data tablet in his hand and looked at the image. The officers beside him instinctively held the laser light. Pistols, the lieutenant looked at them and also the figure that was taking shape.

It was a giant, a stalwart lord wearing an olive crown and gorgeous power armor. His young but powerful face appeared in the air, and everyone was attracted by him instinctively, just like the two stages of a magnet. Attract each other like that.

The stalwart man overlooked the team, his eyes scanned the surroundings, the huge body was not completely projected, all the parts from the chest down were shattered in the light particles, and the blurred edges flickered in the air, but that also Means its huge size.

"Warriors of the Emperor, valiant sons and daughters of Macragge, I think some of you may recognize me. I am Roboute Guilliman, the gene of the Ultramarines Chapter and many of its offspring. Primarch, to many of you, I am also the Emperor's son."

Guilliman's thick voice echoed in the air, and the voice was amplified through the microphone of the servo skull. Everyone looked at the projection, and both officers and soldiers stepped forward to look at the image.

"I awoke from the eternal sleep of ten thousand years. When I woke up, I encountered battles like you. Chaos traitors raided the city of glory, but I and the great warriors loyal to the emperor left them all. Killed, the traitor did not defile our capital."

"Soldiers, we faced such a situation ten thousand years ago. We also won that time. I believe we will achieve the same glory this time."

"Soldiers, come forward with me, attack those traitors with me, we will once again tell them with practical actions that the Sons of Loyalty are invincible, and I, Roboute Guilliman, will fight side by side with you, I will win with you!"

Guilliman raised his head and said proudly, his enthusiasm was as radiant as the sun piercing through the winter night, "The order has been issued, soldiers of all units, go forward! For Macragge, for the empire!"

The image of Guilliman disappeared as soon as the voice fell, the lieutenant and the pilot looked at each other, and suddenly five Thunderhawks flying side by side roared past their heads, they were Thunderhawks of the Ultramarines Chapter.

Although no one could tell who was sitting there, that feeling, that feeling that broke through all lies, doubt and hesitation, injected that concept into everyone's mind, that exciting thought.

Robert Guilliman, the thirteenth son of the Emperor is on that plane, and he will fight alongside them!

"Everyone get in the car! Prepare to attack!" The political commissar shouted holding up the data panel, and he ran towards the road. All doubts and hesitation instantly turned into a cloud of smoke. The shouts echoed throughout the marching team.

The engine of war was launched, and the roaring engine filled the entire highway. It was the clarion call of battle, and it was the perfect answer to the call of the Primarch himself.

"Start the tank and prepare to attack!" The lieutenant yelled at the driver and immediately climbed up the turret. He nimbly jumped into the commander's hatch on the top, and the driver immediately returned to his cockpit. It was the power of the machine soul that injected the entire tank.

The lieutenant stood in the turret and held the binoculars on his chest. He put the communication headset on his head and looked back. He saw all the tanks and soldiers ready to go.

The lieutenant proudly raised his arm and waved forward, "Tank, go forward!"

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"It looks like those boys have regained their fighting spirit." Vito leaned on the Thunderhawk's window and looked down. He watched the convoy passing by below and smiled jokingly.

Beside him are the assault troops who have already been ready to go. The elite veterans of the Ultramarines are wearing power armor. The fighters in the cabin have already made preparations.

"It is my honor to be able to fight side by side with these fighters." Guilliman said as he walked through the cabin of the Thunderhawk. Paying tribute to the body, the excitement far surpassing that of any medicine stimulated everyone's nerves.

With the helmet under his arm, Sicarius directed his soldiers to prepare their weapons. When the Primarch passed by, he also saluted decisively. Vito could see that he was very excited, and he couldn't wait to jump off the Thunderhawk.

Guilliman walked up to Vito, and he also leaned on the cabin with one arm and looked down, "This really reminded me of a lot of things, we broke into the battlefield like this back then, and I still remember when we were in Ullano ?"

"Of course, you, me, and Ryan are sitting in a Thunderhawk. I remember that Thunderhawk was still the Shadow Moon Wolf. We went to the palace to support Horus and the Emperor."

"Yeah, I can still vividly remember everything at that time. I really didn't expect so many things to happen later." Guilliman said with emotion, and Vito also sighed and nodded.

Just when the two were recalling the past, the communicator rang, and Vito immediately raised the communication device on his wrist, and the voice of the old wolf Olaf came out of it.

"My lords, the attack has begun. The wolf company and the Ultramarine company have started the attack. The traitors are attracted as planned."

"Good luck and happy hunting."

As Olaf's voice fell, the indicator light in the cabin also turned on, and Thunderhawk's assault indicator light changed from red to green. Both Vito and Guilliman saw the green light at the door of the cabin, and the former turned to look at the Guilliman.

"Let's go find more memories." Vito smiled and pulled out the Phoenix Sword. Guilliman also smiled softly and stood up to face the open cabin door. The two ran towards the exit almost at the same time. Almost jumped out of the hatch and landed on the ground.

Guilliman's huge body crashed to the ground, and the Son of Vengeance stood up slowly amidst the muffled sound. He held the emperor's holy sword and looked around at the ruined walls and buildings eroded by chaos.

Sicarius and the Ultramarines also jumped off the Thunder and landed behind him, not just them, all five Thunderhawks were hovering above their heads, all fighters and everyone jumped off, and the Astartes fell like meteors. On the ground, quickly build a defensive position around the ground while the ground shakes.

Guilliman looked at everything around him. Loken, Eisenstein, and Amalik all leaned behind him. Seeing this, Guilliman nodded in satisfaction and raised his fingers to scan the surrounding ruined buildings.

"Eisenstein and Amalik, you lead your respective teams to clear the surrounding air defense points, you must be quick, and completely kill all the anti-aircraft weapons before the traitors find out, so as to provide a safe place for the Thunderhawk to land again when we evacuate. "

"Yes, my lord." Amalik pulled out his power sword, raised his sword high and shouted at the surrounding Ultramarines, "Follow me!"

The Grand Marshal of the Black Templar set off immediately with his team. They rushed into the ruins from a corner of the landing field. Eisenstein also pulled out his chainsword and nodded to Vito before leading the team away.

As the two teams left, Loken strode towards the front of the Thunderhawk. He waved his arm on the ground to signal to the Thunderhawk pilot. The latter gave a thumbs up after getting the signal, and then pulled the Thunderhawk to fly away After leaving the theater, all five Thunderhawks left at the same time, and now only Vito and Guilliman's team remained.

After the two nodded to each other, they rushed to the street ahead, and Sicarius waved his arms to signal the soldiers to follow. The rest of the Ultramarines rushed to the street after the two with their guns in their hands. They ran past Loken and Loken Ken also followed, and a group of people rushed into the main city from the empty small square.

As gunshots rang out around them, they also encountered battle immediately. They encountered traitors just a few steps away from the main road, and the Word Bearers who heard the sound of Thunderhawk landing ran out from the end of the street. We had a face-to-face meeting.

After a brief hesitation between the two sides, the gunshots rang out. The natural Guilliman who was the first to shoot, almost decisively raised his hand of dominion and fired violently at the traitors. In an instant, a Word Bearer was knocked down land.

The Word Bearers immediately raised their bolt guns and began to fire back. The Ultramarines also spread out and fired towards the surrounding streets. The gunfire from both sides illuminated all the shops on both sides, and the roaring bombs shattered the glass, tables and chairs. , the two sides fought on the street.

"Wow, it looks like we're quite popular." Vito smiled and sat behind a trash can, while Loken on one side also smiled while holding a bolt gun, "It looks like this."

While speaking, Loken suddenly stood up. He pulled out the grenade on his waist and slammed it out. The grenade flew across the street and landed at the feet of a Word Bearer. He looked at the grenade and exclaimed, Then it was blown out.

The shrapnel from the explosion knocked down several Word Bearers in an instant. They didn't die. The power armor saved their lives, but the flames and shock effect caused by the explosion made them stop shooting briefly, and this moment is often enough fatal.

Guilliman charged almost at lightning speed, out of proportion to his size, and the Primarch slashed the power claw of his left hand and shredded the nearest Word Bearer before turning and threatening Raised the flaming sword and cut the next person to pieces.

The whistling holy sword rises and falls with the flames, and the bewitching flaming sun continuously draws circles around him. A Word Bearer who got up from the grenade bombardment took a bolt gun and aimed at Guilliman from behind, but just When he was about to shoot, his head fell to the ground instantly.

Sicarius chopped off his head with a sword, and the second company commander rushed into the Word Bearers quickly. The power sword swung deftly around and struck out, and the Word Bearers were hit by the sharp blade and fell to the ground one after another.

Sicarius approached Guilliman to fight with him. It seemed that the Second Company Commander was in a good mood. Even through the helmet Vito could see the smiling face below.

Vito laughed jokingly, stopped his sprinting steps, raised his bolter and fired a shot, and the Word Bearer who was raising the meteor hammer at Guilliman's side was hit by a shot, and his arm was deflected outwards and knocked crookedly. And at this moment, Guilliman killed the previous Word Bearer, turned around and cut him in half with his sword.

The flaming holy sword cut through the chest of the power armor, and the scorching blade left a flashing cross section on the chest of the power armor, the molten armor mixed with flesh and blood and crashed to the ground.

Guilliman stood next to the corpse with his sword in his hand. He looked up and watched the Ultramarines push up from the street. With extremely standard tactical movements, they quickly disintegrated into two teams and shot to clear both sides of the street. They crouched on both sides of the Primarch. He opened fire on the streets on both sides of the church gate with his bolt gun.

Vito walked past a Word Bearer who had fallen to the ground. The face of the man's helmet had been shattered and a gap appeared. Underneath, the blood-red eyes raised up on the purple-black skin that was completely indistinguishable from a demon. Look at Vito.

The latter shot him out of the eye without even looking at him, and Vito shook off the shattered remains of brain tissue from his boots and stepped forward, his bolter slung over his shoulder, looking at the At the entrance of the church, his eyes scanned the inscriptions on the porch. Those sacred scriptures have long been twisted into profane words by the fallen believers.

Cursed words from the subspace replaced the original Gothic fonts, twisted and hideous blood broke through the supposedly holy walls, and the blasphemers used the blood of loyal believers to paint a huge chaotic eight-pointed star symbol, and those Believers who donated their blood were hung on the door frame.

Guilliman and Vito looked at those miserable hapless people together. Many of them were disemboweled, and their intestines slid down from their stomachs and swayed in front of the gate like a weeping willow.

And behind the dark porch full of blasphemous things is a deep darkness, a vague and disturbing abyss darkness, which normal people would definitely not enter, even if they were shot to the head. Inside that building.

Believe me, I would rather let the political commissar kill you than go in, the things inside are more terrifying than death.

But obviously, the group of people at the door are not "normal people", so my advice is useless, Guilliman frowned as he looked at the mutilated corpses swaying above his head, "Even if ten thousand years have passed, these lunatics are still so mad and unreasonable .”

"Ha, then you should meet the two battle groups of the sharks and the executioners, and they will tell you that there are more madmen in this universe than those in the gap." Vito said with a smile, and Guilliman looked at him and fell silent. For a moment, the conversation between the two of them about the current state of the empire was interrupted by the explosion behind them.

The two turned their heads to look behind them. The sound of the explosion came from the distant city. Sicarius also held the sword and looked at Loken together. The rising explosion fire cloud could still be seen through countless buildings. one two.

"It seems that Eisenstein's side is going well." Vito said with a smile.

"Then we can't lag behind, come on." After Guilliman nodded and lifted the holy sword and walked into the cursed door first, Vito looked at the profane words on the door frame and sneered, and then carried Holding the phoenix sword, he followed Guilliman into the gate.

Loken and Sicarius nodded affirmatively to each other and led the team to follow them. Loken held the bolt gun tightly and quickly followed Vito. The latter turned his head to look at Loken with a smile on his shoulder. His face was almost pressed against the sharp blade.

"Do you know what is written on the door outside?" Vito asked, Loken shook his head, Vito laughed again and turned his head to look at the surrounding darkness.

A shadow flashed above the heads of the team, that dark shadow crouched on the beam, the sharp claws in his hands gleamed coldly, his eyes shone bloody red in the darkness, no, more than one , Countless blood-red eyes lit up in the darkness above their heads.

"Welcome to hell," said Vito.