MTL - Warhammer Inquisitor-Chapter 609
Chapter 609
The sun rose quickly, and the scorching sun cast dazzling hot sunlight high above the sky. They shone on the hunter's arms and forehead. In just a short moment of exposure, the hunter's head was covered with Bean-sized beads of sweat, he felt a tingling and hoarseness in his throat, and his skin was burning.
But he couldn't put his helmet on, yes, he should have put it on, but now, it's not a good time, the hunter is standing on the sand next to the truck, looking at the people on the dunes in front of him.
They stood on a high sandy slope, aiming their guns at the people beside the truck. The hunter looked around at the mysterious people. They were all wearing hoods, tight clothes, and cloaks. The face was also covered with a turban, only showing a pair of eyes with goggles.
Those eyes are all hidden in the sunlight, under the mirror that reflects bright light beams on one side, there is only the black hole muzzle, standing tall like a long gun under the hot light of the sun.
The muzzles of those guns were smooth and clean, like snow-white spears. Those wearing cloaks held them, and under the cloaks exposed pieces of armor that looked like some kind of armor. The whole body was snow-white. Around the chest is a phoenix with outstretched wings.
The King of Destruction threw away the bucket, and the water that fell under his feet had already been swallowed up by the desert. He grabbed the machine gun hanging by his leg and pointed it at the people on the sand dunes above, but suddenly a dull roar instantly attracted him. The King of Destruction, and the attention of his comrades behind him, they looked towards the sand dunes on the side.
The source of those roaring sounds appeared on the sand dunes. They were giant bipedal lizards. They were as tall as a salamander. Their strong bodies were covered with muscles full of scales, and layers of scales Glittering in the sunlight, the slender and short claws hang down on their chests, and the sharp barbed claws can disembowel a fully armed warrior in an instant.
Thick sebum covered the slender heads, and thick saliva dripped from their **** mouths. A pair of huge horns grew out from the top of their heads in a zigzagging pattern. The rein is connected to the lower rein and the mount press bag on the rear side.
Their riders sat on the backs of the beasts, their legs stepped on the saddle belts, and they stood up and pointed their slender shotguns at the hunters below. Sensing this move instantly, he opened his **** mouth and let out a deafening roar from behind his sharp teeth.
The riders were obviously well-trained, and they completed a tight encirclement in a short period of time. The hunter looked at the biped war beasts that were about to move, they threw the ground with their strong legs and feet, and spit out hot air from their **** mouths. Those eyes fixed on the hunters, as if they were about to tear them to pieces in the next moment.
The hunter let go of the gun after thinking for a while, and he motioned for the King of Destruction to put down the gun as well.
The front sight trotted over with the gun muzzle lowered. He was wearing a cloak and was rolled up by the heat waves on the gradually hot sand. He was wearing a helmet, and his face was hidden under the translucent glass cover. He looked similar to those mysterious people. Quite similar.
"What's the situation?" the hunter asked. As the front sight walked, he scanned the surrounding people vigilantly with his eyes. "I shot a man, but he didn't die."
That said it all, the sight never misses, the hunter knows that if he wants a man's head to be shot through, then that person is bound to die, but if he misses, the hunter knows that those who can make the sight miss, will be what kind of existence.
He turned his sweaty face and looked up at the people on the sand dunes. The hunter tried to figure out who they were, but it was useless. Their faces were tightly hidden, but they could see through Through the goggles to see hunters and their every move.
Yarick's mechanical arm moved slightly, and it attracted a large number of aiming muzzles. Those weapons looked more like weapons than the desert savages' weapons before.
"What do you think?" the hunter asked the front sight behind him, and the latter came closer and whispered in the hunter's ear, as if to prevent those with keen senses from hearing, "Do their weapons seem to be put together in random? Assembled, catch and magazine, no dust in the barrel, seems to have been taken care of."
"There are not many people who know how to maintain weapons in this place."
"Who do you think they are? The remaining local imperial forces?"
"No, no, the empire doesn't have soldiers riding biped war beasts. The planet's defense force is possible, but they definitely don't look like a defense force."
"Then who are they?"
"Do you still remember the people in the information that the technician told us before? Those."
The hunter was speaking, but was suddenly interrupted. It was a loud shout. A man walked down from the sand dune, followed by several armed men. They approached slowly, and the sand **** was at their feet. A landslide is like a tall building that is about to collapse.
But that piece of sand dune will not just collapse. Following those footprints that are conspicuous in the sun, the wind and sand will soon bury those marks. Sandstorms may have gathered in the sky. This is not a good place. This is so, so the other party is clearly determined to interrupt the confrontation and solve the problem in a more direct way.
Fortunately, they seemed to choose to talk, the hunter signaled the King of Destruction to lower the muzzle of the gun, and the latter did as well, the hunter turned his head and glanced at the front sight, "Tell the technician, take care of the commander, I will handle it here. "You don't know their language." "Then you better hope we can get it right, and if things don't go right...you know what to do."
"Understood." The front sight replied, and lightly pressed his finger on the trigger. He hid the second half of the sniper rifle under the cloak, stood behind the hunter, and the hunter went up to the approaching man. People, the two sides meet at the edge of the ground in the middle of the desert next to the truck.
The armed men behind the man spread out to the surroundings. They held guns like sights and stood by like the King of Destruction. The others walked a little further, approached the truck, and checked the surrounding parts of the armored combat vehicle. The truck's windows were closed, and everything inside was unknown to the outside.
The armed personnel carefully and vigilantly inspected every corner of the truck, especially those places where gun muzzles might be hidden. After they inspected it, they nodded to this side. The man with the hood on his face The hooded man looked towards the hunter.
"Taylor, Monta, Rita." He said this, obviously in the local language, but the hunter felt familiar, he seemed to pass somewhere, but he just couldn't remember where it was, but one thing is certain, The memory that can be recalled at this time is definitely not a good thing.
The hunter put his hands behind his back and made a gesture. The front sight glanced at the hunter's gesture, and his finger was quietly buckled on the trigger. He took a step forward and approached behind the hunter.
"I am the Imperial Star Army, the captain of the Storm Troopers special squad. You can call me a hunter. Behind me are my team members. We came here in the name of the Supreme Marshal to scout and find out the alien invaders who invaded this planet. , we have no interest in your land and rule, and we have no intention of interfering."
The hunter responded, and the man tilted his head in confusion, he didn't understand, it was obvious, but it wasn't what the hunter expected, and he continued, gesturing to the truck behind him, "This truck is the one we used to A local desert raider, maybe they are against you, but believe me, we have nothing to do with them, there are local people in the car, they can testify for us."
When the hunter motioned for the truck, the man looked up and signaled something to his men beside the truck. He jumped onto the truck and opened the armored window that blocked it. Pulled out the scimitar from the cloak at the back of his waist, and pried it open, and inside the window, a black muzzle of a gun was waiting for him.
Echo protruded the gun barrel from inside, and the gun pointed at the man's chest. He was startled and then jumped back suddenly. The man flipped back in the air with amazing agility and landed on the ground. He grabbed the barrel of the gun and aimed at the echo in the car, and all the companions around him also raised their guns.
Not only that, it seems to be a chain reaction, everyone on the surrounding sand dunes raised their guns, they aimed at the echo in unison, the two-legged mounts that sat down let out a deafening roar, and the sharp fangs in their mouths followed Roar and shake.
The man in front of the hunter immediately took a step back. He drew out his waist pistol and aimed it at the hunter's head. The sight behind the latter also instantly raised the muzzle and aimed at the man's head. Almost at the same time, several guns He also pointed at the crosshair, but he didn't look at it, only the crosshair aimed from the side of the hunter's head was in his eyes.
The two-legged war beasts following behind them immediately stepped forward. They opened their huge mouths towards the hunter, their slender tongues trembled with the roar, and the short and sharp claws on the abdomen that looked bent were lifted up instantly, turning into It was as straight and sharp as a long knife with a handle, and the sharp claws shone with a cold light.
The wild beasts rushed towards the hunter, and bit the hunter's head with a huge mouth. The latter drew out his pistol and aimed at the two-legged beast that rushed.
"Chivasus! Ann, Delaine!" Suddenly the cab door of the truck was opened, and the slave girl jumped out there. The mysterious man ran away.
The man suddenly raised a clenched hand, and the two war beasts behind him stopped instantly. They stopped behind the man, but they still didn't calm down. They bent down and swung their tall bodies with The giant mouth roared at the hunter, the giant claws planed on the sand, and the razor-like claws swung back and forth on both sides of the hunter.
The hunter looked at the girl, came to the man, and talked with him in sign language. The hunter couldn't understand what they were saying. She reached out to a tall war beast, and the latter bent down like a docile hound. Let her touch the side of its head and scratch its lower part.
The girl hugged the head of the beast, then raised her head, and quickly talked with the mysterious man. The hunter frowned and looked at them, and after glancing at the beasts that were not advancing, he also put away his pistol. , he turned his head to see the technician also jumped off.
"Aren't you supposed to take care of the commander inside?" asked the front sight, and lowered the muzzle of the gun under the signal of the hunter, so that the man could concentrate on talking to the little girl, and the technician also looked over there, "Commander's It's stabilized, she'll be fine, and besides, there's not much I can do anywhere."
"Oh, her condition is not good at all." A mysterious voice suddenly came from beside the technician and the front sight. They looked over and saw the person whose face was like a mirror.
(end of this chapter)
