Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

The armored train fell to the ground like a beached whale, and just like a whale falling after its death, "microorganisms" were decomposing the remains of this steel behemoth.

The tribesmen gathered around the train. Men walked up and down the train with guns on their backs. They pried open the doors and smashed open the cargo boxes to take out the goods. Boxes and cans were taken out one by one. .

They were like ants crawling over "Oberon's body". The tribesmen were everywhere, and the children were playing on the surrounding sand. The women were busy loading up useful things with the older children. On Kabanmon.

The hairy beasts stood in the sun with luggage hanging all over their bodies. Boxes were stuffed into the hanging nets. The giant beasts raised their heads and growled to communicate with each other.

But not everyone is so happy. Although there is laughter and laughter everywhere, some people are in a very bad mood. It is not appropriate to describe it as terrible. It can probably be said to be desperate.

The surviving members of the train were pressed over, and they knelt down in front of the tribesmen, while Vito sat on the box in front of them. Vito sat on the box with a gun and drank the wine from the box. The real Drinks.

Vito nodded with satisfaction and said in a happy voice, "That's great. Thank you all. These tributes are quite good."

The conductor kneeling in front of Vito looked around warily. The tribesmen with guns stood around. They surrounded the train members like shepherds tending their sheep.

Hafas stood behind Vito, holding a crescent spear and staring at the crew members in front of him. These northerners with fairer skin looked at Vito and Hafas with fear in their eyes.

A tribal hunter brought a box to Vito, who opened it to reveal a row of rifles beneath it.

Vito casually took out a gun from it, pulled the bolt and checked it, and then smiled jokingly, "Who are you going to give these goods to?" "Persians, sir, Persians."

Vito smiled and put the rifle back in the box. "Then they will sell the weapons to the Arabs to use in their wars."

"Well, for the sake of world peace, we confiscated these weapons and used them as travel expenses." Vito said and looked at the commander in front of him. The latter nodded and told Vito to continue. Anyway, he didn't Way to refuse.

"I will let you go. You go back and tell your trade alliance superiors. "Master Assassin" Vito Constantine told him that he can pass through this land in the future, but he needs to pay tribute to the tribesmen."

"We will ensure the safety of the trade routes and provide you with help, but you must respect the local masters, understand?"

Vito leaned forward and said, his hands resting on his knees, and the shiny silver revolver flashed in the sun. The commander nodded to indicate that he understood.

Vito smiled with satisfaction and pointed to the sun in the distance. The driver also followed Vito's finger and saw that the sun was moving westward and had passed the noon line.

"Follow the sun. If you walk fast, you can reach the nearest town before the sun sets. Contact your superior. I will visit you in three days to sign the agreement."

The commander looked in the direction of the sun, and suddenly his chin was pressed by a gun barrel. The commander turned his head in shock and looked at Vito, who was smiling in front of him. He held a pistol and pressed it against the commander's chin.

The commander swallowed, feeling the feeling of his Adam's apple touching the cold barrel of the gun. Vito looked at him with a smile, "I don't like little surprises, understand? It's best to keep everything as usual when I come, otherwise I will You know, then our meeting won’t be very pleasant.”

"Understood, Master." The commander said word by word. Vito smiled, put the gun back and took his seat. He looked down at the people kneeling in front of him.

"Then it's time for you to set off. The desert after the sun goes down is very dangerous, and we haven't signed an agreement yet, so the tribesmen won't help you."

The captain stood up tentatively. When he saw Vito nodding in approval, he immediately asked his people to leave. The crew members quickly got up and ran towards the direction of the sun.

Vito stood up with his arms crossed and looked at their embarrassed figures. Hafas also stood behind Vito with a gun in his hand. The latter smiled at him and stuck his head out to look at the chief and Sarah who were walking towards them.

The chief came over. He stopped a few steps away with his long staff. He said something, and Sarah translated it for him.

"it's time?"

"What?" Vito said confused, and the chief looked at him and raised his head slightly.

"Make you one of us."

Vito was stunned for a moment and turned to look at the chief, and then at Hafas, who nodded affirmatively.

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Huge wood bonfires burn in the desert, and the night is illuminated by its firelight, and billowing black smoke rises and blends into the boundless night.

There are shadows on the desert illuminated by the fire. Those long shadows come from the dancing tribesmen. The tribal hunters hold spears and dance around the campfire. They sing ancient melodies in the ancient local language. Ballads, those songs are like majestic hymns.

They moved around the bonfire in uniform movements, and the drummers were beating the drums on the sand beside them. Ancient songs were also sung among the people around them. They sang one after another, spreading their songs to all parts of the sand sea. at.

Hafas led the dancing hunters, and their shadows were projected on the ground, like giants moving on the sandbank.

Vito sat beside the campfire with the tribesmen. He looked at the burning flames and the dancing people. This scene was almost like a fantasy. Now he felt like he was in a dream.

Vito was wearing the clothes of a tribesman. Except for the color of his skin, his appearance was almost the same as that of the tribesmen. He sat with them and participated in the ceremony.

This was not the first time Vito had participated in such a ceremony. He had participated in such a ceremony with the Sioux Indians, but at that time he was a guest, not a member of the tribe.

He's not yet, but he will be soon.

The dance steps of Hafas and others danced to the melody. In the ancient songs, the old chief entered the scene. He walked through the gap between the hunters' dances, and Sarah followed him. They came to the burning bonfire.

The chief raised his hand to signal Vito to come forward. The latter immediately stood up and walked towards the chief under the gaze of the tribesmen. The dancing hunters did not stop. They might bump into Vito, but the latter had no intention of doing so. It means to stop.

Vito stepped up and passed through them without anyone touching him, as if he were an invisible ghost.

Vito walked among the hunters, his body illuminated by the burning campfire, and he came to a stop in front of the chief.

The chief recited a passage loudly in a language that Vito couldn't understand, or what Vito thought was that. The voice was as majestic as the towering mountains, and seemed to be the boundless ocean. Although his voice was old, it was full of energy. gained strength.

The chief's arms were raised high, like two wings in the firelight. Vito looked at the arms that were backlit and dark under the flames. The chief comforted the heroic souls of his ancestors with ancient etiquette and rituals.

He read out Vito's name, and that was the only word Vito could understand. He watched Sarah come in front of him. She was now wearing a shaman-style dress and had paint on her face, but she still couldn't hide it. Its beautiful.

Sarah's fingers were dipped in paint in the pottery bowl she was holding. Her fingers moved along Vito's face as the voice of the old chief rose and fell, and an ancient and sacred totem was painted on Vito's face.

He looked at Sara in front of him, who carefully drew the complicated pattern. She smiled and then stepped aside. The old chief looked at Vito and gestured aside.

Vito seemed to know what he meant. There was no translation or explanation from Sara, but he just understood it, just like the spiritual totem of the tribe had worked.

Vito walked into the hunters, and he began to unconsciously dance the dance he had never danced before. He danced with the hunters around the campfire, and his long shadow was pulled across the desert.

Vito danced, and he smiled sincerely as he looked at the burning bonfire and Sara beside him.

Because he is no longer a homeless wanderer. The raging war, the ancient past and the dark future are no longer relevant to him. The end of the wasteland has become a thing of the past. He is no longer alone now.

In this fucked-up world, the world and his "grand ambitions" have nothing to do with him. Vito has come to his ideal land, and it's all over.

But, can a person really be isolated from the world and live alone regardless of everything in the world?