Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Vito opened his eyes, his eyes looking at the towering tent dome. The leather tent made of cowhide resisted the cold at night and blocked the wind, sand and high temperature of the sun during the day.

This is a comfortable shelter with a carpet bed made of animal fur. Vito lay on it and looked down at Sarah in his arms. She was lying naked like Vito, and the furry mattress and bedding brought warmth and comfort.

This was the third time he woke up like this. These three days were the happiest three days Vito spent in the doomsday after everything was over.

Vito smiled and stroked her shoulders. Sarah in his arms squirmed and rubbed against him. She was actually awake. Even if she had sex last night, her biological clock made her wake up early, but she didn't want to get up. She kept doing this, hiding in the warm shelter.

Vito sat up, and Sarah didn't stop him. She knew he had something important to deal with today.

Vito stood up and put on his pants and shirt. Sarah, who was naked, picked up the holster that she had thrown aside last night and handed it to him. Vito hung the two pistols on his waist. Sarah climbed up his arms and hugged Vito.

Vito pulled out the revolver with his backhand and handed it to Sarah, who took the pistol with a little confusion.

"It will protect you when I'm not around. You know how to shoot, right?"

Sarah nodded, and Vito caressed her cheek and smiled, "Very good, it has been with me for many years, and it can penetrate most of the non-heavy armor in the world today. Make good use of it."

He smiled, lowered his head and kissed Sarah at close range, and then touched the little girl's head, "I'll be back when I'm done." "I know, I'll wait for you." "Of course."

Vito kissed Sarah again, and then walked out of the tent. He walked straight to his crimson motorcycle, where Hafas was standing waiting for him.

Vito got on his motorcycle, and he took the sniper rifle from his lively little son. He put the sniper rifle on his back and turned his head to look in the direction of the chief.

The majestic chief stood there, standing in front of the tent and looking at him. Vito nodded to him affirmatively, and then smiled gently at Sarah who came out wrapped in a blanket.

He patted Hafas's shoulder and turned the throttle. Vito left in a cloud of dust. The crimson motorcycle jumped out of the tribe, hit the sand heavily, and then rushed to the end of the earth.

Long dust rose along with the track of the motorcycle. The rising sun enveloped him and the side of the motorcycle. Just like a task in a shadow play, he rode on the sun and galloped in the fiery rising sun.

He sat on the motorcycle and looked at the desert that had just risen. Countless hills turned into huge shadows and stretched out long. Their shadows were long and straight, like a beautiful oil painting.

Vito rode a motorcycle across the sandbar and the sea of ​​sand. Now he is already familiar with this place. He does not need navigation, guidance, or estimation of direction to find the target.

He crossed the sea of ​​sand like a real tribesman, his tribal clothes fluttering in the wind, the motorcycle passed through the desert, drove over ridges and barren land, and finally he arrived at his destination.

Vito rode his motorcycle up a sand dune, he looked at the town under the sand dune, it was the largest settlement on this land, and it was also the station of the Trade Union.

He turned the throttle and rushed down, the motorcycle rushed over the sand dune and raised a cloud of dust, he drove into the town and came to the eye-catching white dome building.

Vito turned over and stepped off the motorcycle, he carried a sniper rifle and a pistol and walked to the door, the two armed Trade Union guards at the door looked at Vito and let him in.

Obviously they got the nod and instructions, only one tribesman would visit today, and this tribesman was definitely not something they could afford to offend.

The door in front of the door opened, and Vito walked into it. This was a large office where traders and travelers talked to each other and processed information.

"Master?" a respectful receptionist asked, he was very humble and submissive, Vito nodded silently in affirmation, he quickly motioned Vito to follow.

"Master, please come this way."

He followed the receptionist through the service hall, he came to a small reception room inside the hall, where someone had been waiting for him for a long time, the conductor, yes, the train conductor was waiting for him here.

The conductor sat on a sofa and nodded respectfully to Vito, "Please sit down, Master." He pointed to the sofa on his side, Vito sat on it after the receptionist nodded politely.

He was in a hurry but did not speak. Instead, he waited until the door of the reception room was closed before speaking, "You really didn't play tricks, which is very commendable."

"To be honest, Master, some people did suggest that we assassinate you, so that we can dispel the fantasy of the natives, but I decisively rejected this barbaric and inappropriate suggestion."

The driver smiled respectfully, trying to create his sincerity. Vito smiled jokingly and put his hands on his knees. He knew that he was not sincere in the negotiation, but because he was too naive to play assassination with him.

Playing assassination and assassination with the assassin master? Are you serious?

"What did your superior say? I don't want to spend too much time on this issue today. Someone is waiting for me." Vito said coldly, and his voice was like a dagger made of frost, which made people feel cold in the back in such a hot desert.

The commander looked at the master assassin timidly. He cleared his throat quickly. To be honest, he didn't want to be in the same room with Vito for more than five minutes. Every second he spent here made him feel suffocated.

"Of course, Master, we agree to pay the tribute, which is the toll. We are businessmen and not barbarians, of course." He said with a smile, rubbing his hands in an ugly way, his eyes filled with disdain for himself. The fear that spoke next.

"Say it, Commander, I won't kill you, at least not until you let me down."

The commander trembled and waved his hand quickly, "Master, you see, we have already paid money to the Fire Wheel Gang. There can only be one owner on a piece of land. I think you agree."

Vito did not speak, but looked at the commander coldly. The latter quickly shook his head and explained, "As long as you can solve the problem! Solve them! We will worship them with both hands! I promise you!"

Vito stood up. He looked down at the commander in front of him, who was leaning on the sofa and looking at him with fear on his face. Vito's silence was as cold as an ice cellar. This room made the commander tremble constantly.

"The Fire Wheel Gang will no longer be a problem, prepare your offerings." "Of course, of course, Master, we will prepare it."

After Vito said that, he turned and left. He walked out of the living room. The conductor breathed a sigh of relief. It was clear that only less than three minutes had passed, but it felt like half a lifetime had passed.

Vito walked out of the Trade Federation building. He got on his motorcycle and glanced at the two guards. They both subconsciously took a step back.

Vito said nothing, just turned the car around and left. He walked out of the town's road and drove into the desert where he belonged.

Vito drove his motorcycle back to the tribe. The round-trip journey took nearly half a day, but he was still heading in that direction enthusiastically. He was looking forward to tonight's bonfire, food and the comfort of his lover.

That is his current home, an extremely valuable place in this doomsday wasteland.

But he discovered something. He was sitting on his motorcycle and saw thick smoke in the distance, which was the direction of the tribe.

"Fuck you!" Vito yelled and rushed at full speed. The rapid operation of the motorcycle wheels allowed him to rush across the sandbar at extremely fast speeds. He returned to the tribe like a red lightning bolt.

He stopped suddenly outside the tribe and looked at the scene in front of him with horror.

The tribe was filled with corpses. Those tribesmen, the people who lived and talked with them these days, were dead. They were shamefully murdered.

The Kabans lay outside the tribe, their bodies riddled with single holes, their tents burning, everything destroyed.

Vito got off his motorcycle, pulled out his pistol and rushed into the camp. He looked at the corpses here one by one. Mothers died holding their own children, men died fighting, and here were the corpses of outsiders. The bodies of the Firewheel Gang.

Vito stopped. He watched Hafas fall to the ground. The brave man was surrounded and died, but he still killed enough enemies before dying, and nearly ten corpses fell around him.

Vito's heart became more and more frightened. He strode forward through the burning tribe. The chief's youngest son also fell on the roadside. He was killed by a shot. His father fell in Sarayu's own tent. outside.

He tried to stop the intruders, but he failed, and the shameful savages killed the respected old man and entered his tent.

"Sarah!" Vito shouted and rushed in. He stepped inside with a gun in hand and saw that scene and the nightmare in his heart.

Sara fell to the ground, and his dull eyes had lost all signs of life. Vito suddenly knelt down and knelt in front of her. Vito looked at the clothes that were pulled away from Sara's back, and her back was Those savages were branded slaves.

They wanted to capture her and do something shameful, something that made him furious just thinking about it.

But Sara didn't let them succeed, and she used the pistol he had given her to kill one of the Raiders while being branded, leaving the man's body lying on his side with a bruised brain while his remaining fellow villains killed Sarah.

They took the revolver, but that was the least of Vito's concerns now.

Vito looked at Sara's heart filled with sadness, but he couldn't cry because his tears had long been burned out by anger, and the fire of purgatory was burning from his heart.

But now, he only felt sad. He closed Sara's eyes, picked up his lover, looked at her face, turned and walked out of the tent.

Vito built a bonfire altar in the center of the tribe, and he put all the tribesmen on it. Finally, he carried Sara there and slowly put her on it.

He caressed her face, and Vito closed his eyes and his teeth chattered. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead and then stepped back.

Vito snapped his fingers, and a fire burst from the bonfire. He watched Sara's body burning in the fire, and he looked at the face.

A more raging fire burned in his heart. He looked at them and his lover's face, and the sadness had passed.

The flames illuminated the gradually darkening surroundings, and the sky had already darkened. The blazing flames made Vito's back darker, but a bolt of lightning rose from his body, and the small electric arc briefly caught a cold. His back.

Second, third and more arcs of electricity began to appear on him, and suddenly huge arcs of electricity struck the ground, and the desert around the tribe was lit up with thunder.

Golden lightning flashed between the dark clouds, Vito's fists gradually clenched, and thunder echoed in the air.

He, a tall giant, stood on the top of the Astrau Dam, looking up at the dark clouds and golden lightning above his head. Waldo came from a distance carrying a halberd, and he also looked at the thunder and arcs above his head.

The golden lightning cut through the clouds, and the flash illuminated the entire valley, as well as Waldo's armor and face. The commander of the imperial army walked to his side and looked up with him at the golden lightning that kept flashing above his head.

Thunder exploded in the air, but the rolling dark clouds did not drop a drop of rain but electric shocks, and golden arcs kept bombarding the ground on the ground.

"Do you know why I always stop him from taking action, Waldo?" "No, sir, I don't know."

"Because once Vito is enraged, his revenge will become more terrible than mine."

He said, "And now, he is enraged."