Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Chapter 120 The End of the Era: From Digging to Shocking the Whole Village for a Whole Year

Silver combat boots stepped on the sand, and countless gravel slid down the slope towards the dune. Vito walked on the endless sand dune and looked into the distance. There was nothing on the endless horizon, only gravel and the blazing sun.

Vito followed the children. They walked together in a row. The leading son of the chief waved his long stick and walked arrogantly like the leader. The mutant hound followed him like an emperor.

Vito jokingly looked at the chief's son with a smile on his face. This child reminded him of the past, when he often did this when he was still on the island of Crete.

The fragmented memories of playing with his friends as a child have become the only impression of the place where he was born. He can’t even remember what it was like to invite his parents. It’s been so long, so long that humans can’t understand it. The end.

The sun's rays stirred up waves of cyclones on the sand sea. The group of people walked on the sandbar, leaving their footprints step by step in the desert. The footprints of different sizes extended further and further towards the end.

Vito's hand grasped the gun belt on his shoulder. He looked back and looked back from the corner of his eye, talking about his tribal children. Apparently they had not seen many foreigners, and the only ones they could see here were That group of predators, so it didn't make a good impression.

Vito smiled at them, but suddenly a gunshot exploded on the sandbar. Vito immediately slid down the sniper rifle and held it in his hand. The children all panicked and shouted at each other.

The chief's son shouted to them to be quiet, and he glided down the dune with his long stick, his hounds jumping after him.

The children followed their leader, and Vito watched the children sliding down the dune look around and then jumped too. He sat on the slope of the dune and slid down like a ski.

He kicked off his legs at the end and stood up, holding a gun and catching up with the children. They were lying on a small sand dune and looking at the predators below.

Vito suddenly lay down next to the son of the chief. He picked up his sniper rifle and locked onto the enemies. His eyes looked through the binoculars at the desert raiders. They came here from a distance on motorcycles and looted a pioneer family. .

There was a fire burning in the pioneer's home. The looters moved out what they thought was valuable and shot and killed the pioneer males who stopped them without mercy.

The looters talked about crashing their property onto the motorcycle, and one person spray-painted the local looter's logo on the wall, a triangular pattern composed of three curved blades.

Vito has his eyes set on a biker predator, and he can take them down and take their motorcycles to a meeting to fix his own car. It's a good chance, but...

He glanced at the children around him, no, not this time. If he couldn't protect them in the current exchange of fire, these children would definitely be killed by stalkers on motorcycles.

He promised Sarah that he would not break his promise, and he would not harm a group of ignorant children for his own selfish interests.

Vito sighed and put away his sniper rifle. He watched the predators leave waving their guns. They rode away on motorcycles and disappeared into the desert.

He stood up and looked in that direction with his sniper rifle, and then tilted his head towards the chief's son. The latter was startled and raised his head and waved his stick to signal everyone to follow.

Vito looked at him and smiled. He hated it when others "usurped" his leadership. Well, at least this kid had the idea of ​​being a leader.

Vito followed him, holding a gun and following the children across the endless sea of ​​sand. After walking for a while, the son of the chief stopped. His hound stopped and sniffed the ground, and then began to use its paws. Dig the ground.

The son of the chief shouted something in native language and walked up and started digging gravel. The children all walked up and started digging together.

The little boss raised his head and looked at Vito in annoyance. The latter stood aside with a gun and looked around, obviously not intending to work. The little boss yelled and waved his stick to order Vito.

Vito looked at him with a suppressed smile. To be honest, this was the first time he had been commanded by a ten-year-old child, and the latter seemed to completely feel that he should listen to him.

Vito smiled and took up his gun and joined the work. He knelt on the ground and began to dig a sand pit. He dug the ground together with the children, and dug out handfuls of hot gravel with his hands.

Together they dug a hole in the ground, and after a while of hard work something black appeared in it, and Vito reached out and took it out, his fingers grabbing it out of the sand.

This is a black, flat, round thing that looks like a coiled bug, with lines arranged in rows on its body, but this thing is definitely not a bug.

Vito looked at the thing in his hand in confusion. The son of the chief on the side was talking and gesticulating, as if he was teaching Vito how to use the thing, but he didn't know whether it was because his expression ability was too poor or Vito's understanding ability was too poor. , I don’t understand it at all.

He shouted and grabbed it, and then pressed his fingers on the central axis of the disc that held the object. He pressed it down hard, and the surface of the object collapsed inward and a puff of black smoke came out.

Vito looked at the thing in confusion. The son of the chief drank the black juice flowing out of it. He handed it to Vito and kept urging the latter to drink the strange black liquid.

Vito looked at the "black melon" in his hand and hesitated for a moment, then took a sip. The strange liquid tasted equally strange. It tasted like spoiled watermelon juice. No wonder it was called black melon.

He returned it to the chief's son with a bitter look on his face. The latter waved his hand nonchalantly, and then handed it to the child beside him. The latter took a sip without any suffering, and then handed it to another person.

Everyone exchanged a sip with each other, and the dried black melon was thrown aside casually. Vito watched the children continue to dig and move.

Their excavation quickly made progress, and black melons were unearthed one by one. As time went by, there were more and more black melons in the leather bag. They looked like the "insect delicacies" that Vito had seen in Yunnan. "Exhibition."

The son of the chief raised his head and wiped his sweat. He looked at the black melon in his pocket and stood up with satisfaction. The latter waved his long stick and shouted.

Vito and his "little men" all stood up. He looked at him jokingly as he adjusted his gun belt. He looked up at the westward sun. It seemed that they had been working for a while, and then... Yan's harvest today is not bad.

Vito turned around and prepared to take the lead, but just as everyone was about to walk away, the hound started barking. It barked loudly towards the distance of the sandbar, and waves began to appear on the ground.

Vito's expression suddenly changed as he looked at the thing. The little chief also looked at the thing in astonishment. Vito patted his head and spoke before the latter loudly rebuked him.

"Take your people and run away!" Vito shouted, picking up his sniper rifle and firing continuously. The bullets bounced off the rolling sand instantly, and the thing swimming underneath had a hard carapace.

The children all started running, but obviously running in panic on the sand was not a wise move. Their speed was so slow that they had not run a few steps before the thing arrived in front of them.

Vito swooped out of the way of the thing, and the monster jumped up from the ground. It was an arthropod creature with a centipede-like body leaping from the gravel like a killer whale.

The big thing pounced on a child. Vito waved his hand and the child was lifted away by the psychic power. He stood up and waved his fingers continuously to pull the children away.

The predator flew away, and every child flew up from in front of him, being pulled away by invisible hands to other places.

The angry predator changed its direction and rushed towards the little chief. The child screamed and waved his stick in an attempt to defend himself. His hound loyally stepped forward to protect its owner, but the part of the forelimb it bit after it pounced suddenly Shake it off.

The predator's hard carapace was completely undamaged. Its huge, curved body pounced on the little chief, but when its forelimbs stabbed the child, about to tear it into pieces, a shield appeared in front of him, and a psychic shield appeared in front of him. The shield deflected the predator's claws.

The monster squirmed backwards and swam away, seemingly subconsciously widening the distance from its prey and preparing to attack again. Its dancing tentacles sensed the flow and changes of the airflow and began to prepare for the next attack.

But its attention was drawn away from the little chief. Bullets hit its back one after another, causing it to turn its head. It saw Vito who kept firing and rushed forward.

The monster's countless legs crawled rapidly on the ground and rushed towards Vito at an extremely fast speed. The sniper rifle in the latter's hand kept firing, but the bullets were unable to penetrate its hard carapace.

The little chief climbed up the sand dune. He raised his head and looked in the direction of Vito. The children yelled as they watched the predator pounce on Vito. Its sharp jaw hit Vito's head directly, and it seemed to be about to hit him. Open his head like they open a black melon.

But suddenly the monster froze in the air. Vito raised his finger and the monster flew up into the air. The thing squirmed in the air as if it had fallen into the water. Countless razor-like legs and feet were opening and closing, and others were The sharp forelimbs were also waving blindly in the air.

Vito held the sniper rifle with one hand and raised the other hand. The monster's body instantly became extremely stiff. Vito clenched his fists again, and the ferocious predator's legs screamed violently. Was torn off.

Vito swung his razor leg with his backhand and pierced its own body. The monster screamed and countless blood dripped on the ground. The children looked at the monster and shouted loudly, and the son of the chief also showed an expression of extreme surprise.

Vito watched the monster calmly pull back, and the joint structure of its head became stiff and straight. The pulled out razor legs were inserted into its head. The monster's short wailing disappeared in a flash, because its head was Cut the whole thing off.

The lower half of the monster's body crashed to the ground, creating a storm of sand. The children all took a step back, including the chief's son, who was so frightened that he took a step back.

He watched the severed head slowly fly in front of Vito, who walked up to him and handed the monster's head to him. The severed head flew into his arms, or was stuffed into his arms.

The chief's son held the monster's head and looked at Vito in surprise. The children started pointing at the monster's head and talking, while the chief's son looked at the outsider whom he wanted to command and subjugate.

The outsider burst out laughing when he saw the chief's son's expression. He patted his shoulder and started walking with a sniper rifle, "Let's go, your sister is still waiting for me."

The children gathered around the chief's son and slapped the monster on the head. They yelled and cheered, but the chief's son stopped them loudly. He raised his head and yelled something before running away.

He ran past Vito with his head held high, and the children followed him, and the hounds also ran behind them.

Vito looked at them and laughed jokingly, and he followed them with his sniper rifle on his back.

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The children ran into the camp shouting, and their shouting attracted the attention of the entire camp.

Sarah, who was following the chief outside the big tent, turned her head, and her father also turned his head to look at the little son who was running over, holding the monster's head like a triumphant hero.

His subordinates behind him helped him shout and build momentum, and everyone in the camp came out to watch this scene. The little chief ran to his father and handed him the monster's head. The old chief looked at the head and reached out to touch its hard shell. He knew that this was definitely not something his son could do.

So he cast his eyes on the only possible person. Vito walked into the camp slowly with a gun on his back. He blinked at Sarah, and the latter immediately blushed as if instinctively reacted.

Her father said something, and the translation work immediately brought her back to her senses, and she cleared her throat.

"The chief thanks you for saving these children, Vito, and he wants to know how you want to thank him?" "You?" "What?" "No, nothing."

Vito smiled jokingly, carrying the sniper rifle and looking at the chief with a smile.

"Count me in for the next hunt."