Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Vito was riding on the coastal road, the wheels of the motorcycle racing on the road. He sat on the back of the car and looked towards the coastline. The sea breeze carried the high temperature brought by the scorching sun and hit his face.

Fine dust and particles flying in the air constantly hit the motorcycle, but Vito has become accustomed to the feeling of riding in the wasteland. He likes to feel the surging power of the crimson motorcycle under his crotch and feel its powerful power. An infusion of strength and aroused dynamism.

Vito's eyes turned sideways, and he looked at the ocean.

The sea level of the Caspian Sea has dropped a lot. It used to be Kazakhstan's famous coastal road. Vito has been here several times in the past few days. It has always been beautiful. Together with Astrau, it is called the pearl of Kazakhstan.

It was once a national park. According to Kazakh legends, the Kazakh people were saddened by the blazing desert and barren grasslands, so they prayed to the gods for the mountains, forests, rivers and oceans. In the end, the gods restored these four. Give them to the Kazakh people together.

This is Astrau, the "Pearl of Kazakhstan"

The first time Vito came here was around 1938. At that time, he had just returned to the Soviet Union from the East, bringing news about Yan'an back to Moscow, and passed through this beautiful land on the way.

This is not the first time he has come here. In fact, Vito has been here a long time ago, probably during the Mongolian Western Expedition, but it was in 1938 that he really felt the beauty of this land. Later he Been here a few times too.

But now, this beautiful land is a thing of the past.

In just a few centuries after the Earth fell into an age of strife

, the wars between technological barbarians, and the melee between warlords have long lost the beauty here.

After the doomsday nuclear exchange of the "Great Trial", Astrau turned into dust. Now there are only desolate Gobi deserts and dry river beds left here. Even the water level of the Caspian Sea has dropped significantly.

The sea was once littered with stranded ships, as well as those lonely Caspian Sea oil drilling towers, some of which have been repaired and restarted to provide energy for bases ahead.

Vito propped himself up on the motorcycle and looked at the base. The man-made base was right in front, and that was also his destination.

The motorcycle drove off the highway, crossed the desolate Gobi desert on the roadside, and entered a narrow river valley. This was once a tributary of a large river, but now the rushing river has long since disappeared, leaving only the dry river bed.

Vito stopped in the river valley, got out of the car and put the sniper rifle on his back.

He climbed up the high bank on one side, which now looked more like a hill. He climbed up and hid his body between the exposed rocks at the top.

He lay down on a loess slope, and the scope of the sniper rifle followed his eyes towards the target ahead.

A truck drove into the entrance of the base. The vehicle was obviously very wasteland punk style. The truck was put into the base after a brief inspection and interrogation by the guards at the gate.

Vito looked at the punk guards. Although they tried hard to dress like a regular army, their clothing characteristics were not much different from those of technological barbarians.

Vito put down the scope and looked at a truck approaching on the road in the distance. The truck was driving slowly on the road, and that was Vito's target.

Vito shouldered his sniper rifle and slid down the hillside. He quickly caught up with the moving truck and jumped into the truck bed.

The truck arrived at the entrance of the base. The barbarian guard carried a gun and exchanged something with the driver outside the driver's seat. Another guard opened the curtain of the truck and took a brief look inside. He did not find the hidden person hiding in the truck. Vito was among a pile of boxes, or if he had looked more carefully, he would have discovered that the boxes were placed out of order.

But obviously the guard on duty was completely worthy of the word careless. He patted the driver's door and shouted something in Ushken, and soon the truck started moving again.

Vito heaved a sigh of relief and put down the dagger in his hand. He hid behind the box and peered out through the gap between the car boards.

This is a qualified base. It seems that its owner converted it from a dam on the coast of the Caspian Sea. Although the river bed here has long dried up, it no longer has any significance as a dam, but its new owner It was carefully transformed into an above-ground fortress.

The truck was parked in the garage, and Vito quickly got out of the truck before the unloading workers started working. He took a quick step and hid in the shadows on the side to peek out.

The workers who had been waiting for a long time began to move the goods. They began to move the goods under the command of the commander's foreman.

The commander kept shouting and urging them in a violent tone. He was obviously not a native, and the workers under him were almost a mixture of all races in the original Eurasian continent.

Among them are people from East Asia, the Middle East, the South Pacific Islands, Europe, and even people from the Arabian Peninsula who have long since been turned into a desert of death by nuclear explosions.

The mixture of ethnic groups, tribal people, various languages ​​and accents makes this place like an ethnic brigade.

Vito planned to seize the foreman and ask him about the location of his boss, but he stopped before Vito could take action. If the group of magicians from the African Conclave wanted to kill someone and made such a big fuss, maybe that person was also related to the group of gods. The stick shaman wants him dead, so it's likely that this person also has the same "witchcraft power" as the secret society.

Colleagues are enemies, right? Although Vito was also surprised by the significance of them coming all the way across half of Central Asia to kill a wizard, maybe this could provide some help to Vito.

Vito put away the dagger, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He spread his psychic power, trying to find the "powerful wizard"

To his surprise, it didn't take much effort. In fact, it was very easy. The man's psychic power was so powerful that it only took Vito a moment to find his location and direction.

Vito turned around and entered the base from the work corridor on the side of the unloading area. Like a ghost, he shuttled through the corridors of the base, between the stairs and the open dam structure.

An army has been assembled here, and many barbarian warriors carrying various weapons and equipment have gathered here. They look more formal and disciplined than ordinary technological barbarians, which can be seen from their clothes.

Unlike the guards outside the dam, these secret troops hidden in the huge base are neatly dressed, and most of them wear armor, uniforms, etc. that have a very classical aesthetic of ancient Terra.

Crowned helmets, muscle breastplates, Roman straps, war shields, etc. Vito also vaguely saw a group of soldiers holding modified spears. They formed a large group and passed by the open central avenue. The leader of the group held a hanging Purple flag.

They had obvious Byzantine-style attire, and other groups looked like the undead legions of ancient Persia. Vito had fought against real undead legions, and he could recognize their attire.

Vito watched the troops from the gallery above. Is the wizard nostalgic? What weapons and armor styles can be described as "paying homage to classics"

An officer who was dressed very much like a centurion of the Roman legion stood on the box. He waved the dagger in his hand and commanded the team. The legionnaires holding large shields walked neatly in front of them. It really seemed like the Roman legion had traveled to the present day. Same.

This is a real army, with strict discipline and order, which is very different from the technological barbarians in the desert outside, and their existence is obviously not a guard of honor.

Vito looked down at this huge army, "Is this old shaman ready to go to war? With Ushgan?"

But Vito still passed through them, like a non-existent ghost. If there is anyone in the world who is most suitable to be an assassin, then it is definitely Vito.

He was silent for a moment and then reached out and used his spiritual power to open the ventilation fan on the opposite side of the corridor. Vito stepped on the handrail of the corridor and jumped out, flying over the heads of the advancing brigade.

He volleyed in the air and stepped on the summoned psychic pedal. Vito flew across the sky like a light-kung warrior in a martial arts novel. He landed on the narrow work corridor opposite and got into the ventilation fan.

Vito walked in the ventilation duct with a gun on his back, the huge fan blades turning slightly behind him, and his footsteps echoed in the empty duct.

He walked through the ventilation ducts, crawling through the maze-like passages like a mouse, but he was not blind. He followed the source of the psychic signal and soon arrived at the destination.

Vito bent down and sat behind a grid panel in the narrow pipe. He looked at the tall figure in the laboratory under the grid, and a powerful psychic signal emanated from him.

Vito watched as he took out a small folding crossbow arrow. From his waist bag, he took out an arrow coated with nerve poison. This poison was something he learned from the indigenous people of the Indonesian Islands in Oceania.

They know how to create a highly toxic nerve venom that can overload the brain function of the person hit and cause necrosis, causing rapid brain nerve death. It is often used by locals to deal with wizards or psychics, depending on what you want to call it. .

Vito put the arrow on the bow string and gently lifted the grating, then landed lightly on the ground. There was almost no sound when he landed. He stood up and aimed the arrow at the back of the burly shaman's head.

"If you don't want your head to explode, it's best not to move around." A rich voice said, and Vito almost immediately pulled out his revolver and pointed it at the man's head.

Next to him was an equally burly, tall man wearing golden armor. His hair was styled into a unique mohawk, holding a halberd equipped with a gun of terrifying caliber, and that caliber The amazing weapon was pointed at his head.

"Hello, Vito." The tall "old shaman" put down the work at hand and turned to look at Vito, who also showed a surprised expression.

"Old bastard?"