MTL - Warhammer Inquisitor-Chapter 582 Moon of the Bonebreaker

  Chapter 582 Moon of the Bonebreaker

   "Thunderhawk enters the cabin, all teams are in place."

   "Ready to disinfect."

Vito stood in the engine room, Thunderhawks whizzed by outside the open deck above his head, behind them the wreckage of the green-skinned warship floated in the universe, the shattered wreckage of the battle moon and the exploding planet lit up half of the world together night sky.

  Only two Thunderhawks landed. They landed in the cabin, and the surrounding servants immediately surrounded them.

The anti-virus water was sprayed on Lei Ying, and all the orc spores that might be hidden and brought back were wiped out. The hatch was lowered under the dripping of the water curtain, and Lancelot walked out, while Ragnar and Jarick Get off the other rack.

   "Good job, but it took twenty-five minutes, five minutes more than I expected." Vito said with his hands behind his back, and Ragnar walked over with a smile, hands on his hips.

"We'll try our best next time, but let's see who we found in five more minutes." After Ragnar stepped aside, Yarick walked up. A tattered dress, stretched out one arm to shake Vito's hand.

   "Commander Yarick, it seems that your vacation is not very pleasant, right?" Vito smiled jokingly.

   "It's not very good. We were attacked and defeated." Yarick said dissatisfiedly, his words were full of complaints, dissatisfaction and the desire to get revenge.

  And Vito saw a desire in those eyes, or to use the word fanaticism to be more accurate, he was eager for new battles, more intense battles.

  Vito glanced at the others who were staggering down from the Thunderhawk behind Yarick.

   "Servant, take them to the med bay."

  Vito ordered, and the machine servant on standby immediately nodded and walked up, helped one person and took them out of the engine room with the other machine servants, and went to the medical cabin in the cabin.

   "My men will take care of them."

   "Thanks, my lord."

   "Now tell me about your situation, take your time, you are still injured."

  Ya Rick nodded, and sat on a box beside him. He had many injuries, and he was too old to bear.

   "A few months ago, we received an order from the star area command, saying that there is evidence that there is green skin activity near the meteor shower galaxy. It is suspected that it is the remnant of the green skin that we defeated on the trapped beast two years ago."

   "We fought the battle, and of course we have to clean up the mess, so after I received the order, I led the Iron Legion to the Meteor Shower Galaxy."

"Then what happened?" Vito asked, but he didn't push Yarick too much, giving him time to catch his breath. Although Yarick is a true legend, he is a mortal after all, and he is hundreds of years old. It's not as good as it used to be.

   Yarick took a breath, cleared his throat and continued.

   "We were ambushed, and the security signal of a nearby outpost radar station was suddenly interrupted. At first we thought it was the electromagnetic interference caused by the meteor shower, but we found out after the meteor shower left that it was destroyed, but it was too late."

Yarick punched the box and muttered angrily, "The orcs suddenly appeared with a battle moon, the navy was wiped out in the blink of an eye, and my troops didn't have time to react at all. Many were killed and others were captured, including me."

Yarick said with shame on his face, "I failed the great trust the emperor gave me, I should have died in battle! Instead of being captured by the green skins, I built that evil and blasphemous creation for them, and let them use it to destroy and destroy it. One army, another fleet."

"The orcs first attacked the radar station, and then launched a surprise attack under the guise of meteor shower electromagnetic interference?" Lancelot said puzzled, "It doesn't sound like something the green skins can do, and you know, their brains .”

   "They're all a bunch of brainless idiots, and those with brains can barely be called idiots." Ragnar interjected, and Vito nodded as he looked at him, holding his chin in thought.

   This really doesn't look like the green skin's tactical style.

The tactics of the greenskins can generally be summed up as follows: we have a large number of people, so we can all rush forward. The greenskins always rely on their own huge numbers to constantly consume the defense power of the empire, and eventually they will deal with the overwhelmed style of play, so generally Generally speaking, the greenskins rarely have any tactics to speak of.

Of course, it is not absolute. Vito knows that the Bloodaxe clan will consider this issue. They are considered an alternative to the green skins, so they are even considered by the green skins to be more like humans. The green skins will hold a meeting before fighting, and then think about what Questions of strategy and tactics? That's what shrimp can do! And they are dressed like shrimp! Even cooperate with Xiami!

  I thought, they are not our green skins, they are not waggggggge at all! Wait, what am I talking about?

   But at least now Vito knows where the distress signal he received in the prophecy came from, and the greenskin's action is fast, even admirable.

   "But they did, and defeated me." Yarick said, cursing while clutching his belly that had been wounded several times by the whip.

   "The Bonebreaker is coming too."

   "He's here too? Did you see it?" Vito asked, and Jarick nodded.

   "It was he who brought the battle moon, not this one, but another one. After the battle, I was brought before him to accept his ridicule and humiliation."

   "Humiliation? What kind?" Ragnar asked, even though Lancelot gave him a hard look, warning him that this was a rather inappropriate question, Ragnar said it.

  The sons of Leman Russ are all straight-tempered, and they can say whatever they think of, but what is really strange is that they don’t have a good relationship with the straight-tempered Imperial Fist.

   "He didn't kill me." Yarick frowned, his words were filled with anger, he clenched his fists, and the old man's forehead was bulging with blue veins.

   "I didn't die, but was taken as a captive, a slave to build a second battle moon for the orcs."

   "He should have killed me, but now, the Emperor has given me a second chance, for him and for myself!"

   "I believe you will, Commissar Yarick." Vito responded, stepping forward to pat him on the shoulder, which gave Yarick a lot of encouragement, and he nodded gratefully to Vito.

   "Fortunately, the second battle moon has been destroyed, and the orcs can no longer rely on it. This saves us a lot of trouble. Now we only need to find that one, and we can also find the Bonebreaker."

   "And did him."

"Then how do we find it? This is a problem. The universe is so big, it's easy to hide a moon." Lancelot said, "The orcs can attack at any time, we are in the light, they are in the dark .”

   "Then let's invite them out."

   Vito said, a flash of inspiration flashed in his eyes, he looked at the blood all over Ragnar's body, it must not be his, but the green skin, and the body of Lancelot next to him is much cleaner.

  His fighting style inherited the usual habits of the Space Wolves.

"Let's talk about it later, Commissar Yarick needs treatment and rest, and you should go and wash off the blood on your body. I don't want that blood to fall somewhere, so that stubbles will suddenly grow on my boat. Greenskin."

   "What's wrong with that? We'll have fun next time we sail through the warp, won't we?" Ragnar grinned.

   "I prefer another kind of fun." Vito responded to him with a smile, "Go wash it off, but leave a tube of green-skinned blood, and bring it to me after eliminating the activity of the spores."

   "What are you going to do?" Lancelot asked puzzled, but Vito only responded with a faint smile, and helped Commissar Jarick up.

   "You will know, now I will send Commissar Yarick to the medical cabin."

   "By the way, we will have dinner together afterwards. After being a prisoner for so long, you must have never eaten real food."

   "My lord, I am not qualified to accept the invitation. My failure has disappointed the Emperor." Yarick asked.

   "It's him, not me. I insist on inviting you. If you are alive, you still have a chance to wash away the shame. After eating good food."

  Vito said, the picture in the prophecy appeared in his mind, he took Jarick and left, leaving Lancelot and Ragnar looking at each other and shrugging.

   "Go and have a drink, we Fenris have a saying, don't drink if you fight, and fight for nothing."

  See? This is real wagggggggge!

  (end of this chapter)