Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Vito got out of the tent and felt the first ray of morning light shining on his face. He stood outside the tent and looked at the rising sun. The orange sunlight shone on the desert, stretching the shadows of the hills.

The sunrise in the east was rising from the horizon. Vito stretched out looking at the sunshine. He looked around at the camp that had woken up. The tribesmen had all begun their daily lives.

It has been a month since he arrived here, and he has finally understood their lives. Vito basically understands their daily routine, culture and customs. Is he surprised? This is okay. After you live for a long time as an immortal, you will find that the culture of many civilizations is the same in many places. You only need to change your thinking to understand it.

This is true for aliens and humans, let alone within the human race, so Vito learns very quickly, very quickly.

He was wearing a jacket with his arms exposed. He stood under the orange light like a cowboy who got up early. Don't tell me, Vito had really been a cowboy, a cowboy and a sheriff during the Westward Expansion.

The "sheriff" straightened his lapel and walked to the open space at the edge of the camp. A group of people had already arrived. The young people of the tribe were practicing with long sticks. They hacked and struck each other to learn how to fight. Survive.

Their teacher was the chief's eldest son. He was holding the shotgun equipped with a unique crescent-shaped scimitar. Vito had seen similar weapons in the Russian shooting army, at least it was functionally the same.

This weapon is more characteristic of desert areas. Its material is mainly wood, and linen is tied to the handle and front barrel to facilitate the user to quickly wield and hold it.

Vito looked at the weapons and somehow thought of Waldo's halberd, which seemed to be very similar in production ideas. Wait, did that old bastard steal the inspiration from them?

"Morning." Sara said and appeared on the side. Vito smiled and took the "black melon" she handed over. Now he can still break open the thing skillfully and drink the liquid.

"What's your brother's name? I don't know yet." Vito asked, "I heard it was pronounced like Hafas or something?" "Hafas, Hafas. Hamas, means brave person."

Vito watched him wield the spear as a demonstration to the young people. Indeed, his movements were very powerful and deadly, indeed worthy of the word brave.

Vito shook the black melon and looked at Hafas. The latter knocked over a young man with the butt of his gun. The latter was knocked to the ground and fell miserably. Hafas said something to him.

The young man got up and attacked again, then was knocked to the ground again.

"Is he responsible for training the young people here?" Vito asked, watching the two sides walking back and forth, and Sara nodded. "His teacher used to be in charge, but now he is in charge."

Vito took a sip of the black melon juice and smiled. He looked at Sara and smiled charmingly, "Your pronunciation is also more standard. If I were to catch a foreigner, I wouldn't think you have an accent."

"Thank you, your corrections are very accurate, Vito." Sara smiled Burmesely, and Vito smiled and pressed her bare shoulders. Sara subconsciously felt as if she was electrocuted.

She looked at the man in front of her who spoke with an "orthodox Latin accent" that no one could recognize nowadays. The latter's friendly smile was so charming.

But not everyone thought so. Upon seeing this, Hafas punched the young man who was sparring, and then pointed at Vito and shouted.

Vito looked at him and touched his chin, "If I heard you right, he wants to sign with me, right?" "Yes, he is a bit" "irritable, I know, and I probably know the reason."

Vito smiled and took off the holster and handed it to Sara. He nodded slightly with a smile on his face, "Hold it for me and I'll be back in a moment."

Sarah took the holster and watched Vito walk to the training ground. He flexed his wrist and looked at Hafas with a smile on his face, although now it seemed that Hafas would take it as a provocation.

Hafas threw a long stick to Vito, who caught the long stick, weighed it, and then spun it over his head. He watched Hafas hand his gun to a young man, Then he pulled out a long stick from the sand.

He walked out onto the field with his long stick in one hand, and Vito and he walked toward each other like two wild beasts sizing each other up.

But in fact, they are all looking for an opportunity, an opportunity to expose their flaws.

Hafas was the first to strike. His attack may have come from Sara looking at Vito with admiring eyes. He swung his long stick and slashed at Vito's head with a roundabout attack, but the latter blocked it instantly and started to defend and counterattack.

His long stick stabbed Hafas between the eyebrows like a spear. The latter ducked sideways and hit the second stick with his backhand. Vito also showed no signs of weakness and stood the stick beside him to block the blow.

Both sides showed no signs of weakness in the fight. They were spinning at high speeds to attack each other, and the long sticks were constantly hitting each other's life gates from their hands. Every attack did not look like they were sparring but trying to kill each other.

Hafas swung his long stick and spun on one leg. He created a cloud of dust on the sand. Then he hit Vito three times with a roundhouse slash, but Vito blocked them all accurately. .

Vito swept out his leg and kicked him on the calf. Hafas was momentarily unbalanced. Vito hooked him to the ground with a stick and then struck him hard.

Hafas opened the stick, and then stabbed Vito in the throat. The latter tried to distance himself to avoid the attack that was likely to cause fatal injuries.

Hafas jumped up from the ground. He twirled his war stick and assumed an attacking posture again. Sara shouted something to him, but Hafas responded to his sister in a more fierce tone.

Hafas looked in the direction of Sarah. He saw his father also appearing there. The old chief appeared behind Sarah holding a long staff. He looked at his son and said something silently.

Vito looked at the chief and his eyebrows twitched, and then he saw Hafas attacking fiercely. The latter's fatal club blows kept hitting in front of him. Vito attacked again and again, but the opponent's attack speed became faster and faster. faster.

Vito kept turning around to adjust the posture of the long stick and regain some room. The two sides clashed fiercely on the training ground, and their footsteps raised a large amount of dust on the beach.

The young people who were watching around were shouting and cheering, and the children also ran out of the camp. They were shouting and cheering around, especially the chief's youngest son, who was the most enthusiastic.

Vito watched Hafas in front of him constantly defending, and he began to become serious, because Hafas was also serious. His attacks were powerful and precise. If he were an ordinary person, he would have been knocked down long ago.

But Hafas had to work hard today, because the man in front of him was no ordinary person. Vito had thousands of years of combat experience, and it was not that easy to defeat him.

Sara watched anxiously as her brother and Vito fought back and forth. The attacks from both sides became more and more deadly, but the chief had another view. He knew that Vito was leaving Hafas.

Vito had many opportunities to attack Hafas, but he did not do so because it would inevitably cause Hafas to be seriously injured. He was always looking for an opportunity, a way to end the fight honorably.

It was time to end this meaningless fight. The patriarch raised his long staff and prepared to give an order, but it was not his shout that finally ended the fight, but a scream.

Everyone looked towards the outskirts of the camp. Two hunters raised their shotguns and loudly warned of danger. Hafas also stopped and immediately looked in that direction.

Vito also stopped and looked at the black smoke rising in that direction, and listened to the rumbling roar of the engine. It was a train.

Hafas threw away his long stick and gave orders to the men. All the men with guns rushed towards the sand dunes outside the camp. They lay on the slopes of the dunes and aimed their guns in the direction of the train.

Hafas also took his gun and rushed to the position. He pointed the muzzle of the gun in which direction, and the train soon appeared.

The train spraying plasma flames came from the desert at high speed. The skateboard structure on its chassis allowed it to drive through the desert, and it relied on the huge armored sharp angle of the front of the car to cut through the wind and waves and rush through the sandbar.

The giant beast rushed past the periphery of the tribal camp. The side windows of the train were opened neatly, and weapons were stretched out and fired at the camp.

The bullets knocked down the people in the camp, and the children began to hide in all directions amid the shouts of their mothers and brothers. Bullets were fired into the camp one after another, killing the running tribesmen one by one.

A bullet flew across the camp and hit the Kaban beast on the edge of the camp. The beast fell to the ground screaming, and the captives began to pull the remaining Kaban away from the attack range, but soon there were More Kabans were hit.

Hafas began to roar and led the hunters to shoot. Bullets hit the train, and the armored vehicle crackled, but soon the train responded with more ferocious firepower.

An anti-aircraft gun aimed at the camp and began to fire. The blast of demolition munitions blew up a cloud of dust on the dunes. One of the shells flew over the dunes and hit Sarah and the chief.

Sarah looked at the flying shells in horror, but suddenly the bomb exploded, the fire rushed from in front of her, and the golden shield blocked her.

Vito's fingers kept flying in the air, and a fired anti-aircraft shell was destroyed in the air. Explosions like scattered flowers sounded in the air one after another, and smoke filled the entire camp.

But Vito blocked all the anti-aircraft shells, and the train moved away. The high-speed train roared past the camp, and its gunner lowered the bulletproof window and fell into silence.

Vito walked up to Sara and looked her up and down to make sure she was not injured. After confirming that there was nothing serious, he looked around the messy camp.

Women began to cry for their husbands or sons, and the wails continued to echo in the air. Vito frowned as he looked at the corpses left behind by the massacre.

"What's the name of the train?" Vito asked. Sara, who was in shock, turned around after the chief pressed his shoulders. Sara took a deep breath to force herself to calm down.

"Oberon, the war beast of the foreigners, we" "Does that train come often? Is it like this every time?"

Vito looked around at the tragic situation around him, and Sara also nodded silently at all this, "It will come sometimes." "Have you tried to solve it?" "What?"

Sara showed an expression of confusion and shock. Vito did not laugh this time, but looked seriously at the tragic situation around him, listening to the cries, "It seems not, then we can solve it now."

Vito said and took back the holster from her hand. He put the gun on his waist and walked in the direction of the beast of burden. He climbed on a bantha and walked out of the camp.

Bansa passed Sara, she looked at Vito and shouted, forgetting at first to speak in Ushkent.

"What are you going to do!" Sara shouted, and Vito waved his hand and rode Bansa towards the direction of the rising sun, "Get ready to kill this "Oberon"! Believe me, my dear! I have killed dragons! And also Made of iron!”

Sara ran to the camp and looked at Vito who was walking away. She looked at his back anxiously, while Hafas walked to his father's side and looked at Vito's back with his gun in his hand.

They watched Vito's voice fade away under the red outline of the sun.