Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Chapter 129 The Ending Era: The end of a story and the starting point of the expedition

Dozens of motorcycles were galloping on the desert together. The flags were torn on the back seats of the motorcycles by the strong wind. The three scimitar logos danced with the strong wind. Their owners, the motorcycles with the flags, The owners waved wasteland-style tattered assembled guns, machetes and spears and shouted wildly.

The Marauders of the Fire Wheel Gang came out in groups like a group of wild beasts, a group of vicious dogs wandering in the desert. They rode motorcycles across the desert, and the dust raised by the wheels gathered together like a blowing sandstorm.

They are made up of murderers, rapists and thieves. These are the world's most despicable, vile and shameful bastards who work in groups and run rampant in the desert.

Apparently it was a good day for them too, riding their motorcycles across the desert in search of the next tribe or caravan to fall upon them and inflict their abominations on the innocent.

On the chariot headed by the motorcycle team, the gang leader was sitting on the high back of the seat. His motorcycle had exaggeratedly high armrests, making the chariot look like an angry ram.

The boss with a mohawk was sitting on a car chair. Behind him was a large group of marauder warbands. They were barking and roaring on motorcycles, and their weapons were reflected in the rising dust. Sunlight.

The gang boss wore sunglasses and had a polished revolver on his waist. This treasure obtained from yesterday's robbery was exclusively enjoyed by the boss. It was a pity that the beautiful tribeswoman died. His men were rude. The boys killed her instead of tying her up properly and taking her back to camp to make her "pay more"

But the boss's feelings of regret were soon replaced by a desire to kill.

A man appeared in front riding a crimson motorcycle. He stepped off his motorcycle and stood directly in front of the predator convoy. He was dressed in tribal clothes, giving everyone the first impression. He was just an idiot tribesman in the desert, seeking revenge like death.

"Boys! Kill him! I will blow the head off whoever dares to touch that car!" The boss yelled arrogantly. The gangsters behind him laughed and accelerated past the boss. He and the passenger seat The predators on the mountain rushed towards the tribesman, charging at him brandishing machetes and shotguns.

They charged forward to compete for the top spot, but soon they discovered that they were wrong, and how wrong they were.

Vito raised his head, his eyes raised under the hood, arcs of electricity flashed from the inside of the hood, and lightning began to dance on his arms and torso.

Suddenly, an arc of electricity shot out of him. He didn't even raise his finger. The arc instantly hit the speeding motorcycle. The screams were fleeting. All the predators and their boss were stunned to see what happened almost instantly. The two disappeared, their flesh and blood collapsed and decomposed, their bones shattered into slag, and even the motorcycle was instantly turned into scrap metal.

Although their screams were short-lived, they were extremely frightening. The screams were like the sounds of dead souls rising from the abyss of hell.

Vito raised his palm, and suddenly the entire land began to change drastically. The earth began to sink and collapse, and the entire sandbank began to sink as if its support had been removed.

A whirlpool, a turbulent whirlpool in the sea of ​​sand, appeared among the predators, and the entire gang of predators fell into it almost instantly.

The boss immediately turned the steering wheel and fled to one side. The plunderers who were lucky enough to escape immediately turned urgently to both sides, but many people were still swallowed by the whirlpool.

Their wheels were caught by the quicksand, and the car body was instantly swallowed up in the churning sea of ​​sand. The riders screamed desperately in the sea of ​​sand, and they were quickly swallowed up by the quicksand as if they were drowning in the sea.

Motorcycles disappeared in an instant, and the arms of the predators stretched out to the sky disappeared on the ground. The raging sandstorm and tsunami swept around, swallowing more people.

The boss watched this scene, and then looked in the direction of Vito. He still stood motionless, just looking at them with cold eyes.

"Kill him!" the boss yelled, pulled out his revolver and fired, and the boys behind him also started shooting. The motorcycle team rushing from both sides of the desert vortex like a cavalry charge rushed towards Vito, and two torrential rains came. Bullets were fired at him.

Vito raised his other hand, and for just a moment all the bullets stopped. The bullets stopped in the air as if the pause button had been pressed.

"Bazooka! Kill him!" The boss raised his fist and shouted. Immediately, a predator responded to his call. The man stood up from the passenger seat, picked up the rocket launcher, pointed it at Vito and pulled the trigger.

A rocket with tail flames rushed towards Vito, but Vito just turned his finger and the rocket turned away. The missile flew towards the shooter, blowing him and the surrounding predators into pieces.

The boss looked at Vito in horror. He looked at one side of the motorcycle team. In an instant, countless gravel spikes pierced the sand and impaled countless people. They were impaled along with their own motorcycles.

More riders and their vehicles crashed on the uplifted sand and gravel. They were swallowed up by the quicksand beneath them and dragged into the abyss amidst screams.

Vito raised his hand and dozens of people were immediately pulled off the motorcycle. They were blown to pieces in the air as Vito clenched his fist.

Their heads shattered and exploded, and the broken skulls and brain residues splashed on the colleagues rushing below. Vito waved his palms, and his fingers kept jumping, as if he was playing with a swarm of bugs.

Vito held one hand behind his back and waved it in front of him, bombarding the predators with devastating psychic strikes. The bodies of each predator were torn apart, their limbs were torn off, and they collapsed like shreds of paper.

The boss cursed and turned the rudder to prepare to escape. Many looters also began to flee in all directions to escape from this "blood type butcher"

The boss rushed towards the distance on his motorcycle, but suddenly the desert in front of him rolled up, sending over like a tsunami.

He immediately stopped and fled to the side, but those who failed to react quickly were unlucky. They were almost immediately submerged by the yellow sand, and their screams disappeared in the death sandstorm in an instant.

Many plunderers loaded it up, and then instantly turned into blood mist, and the psychic lightning shook on the wall, crushing and disintegrating all flesh and blood.

Their motorcycle was turned into scrap metal by lightning, and its driver was splashed with blood on the sand. The boss was startled and immediately turned to move forward.

He looked toward the center of the sea of ​​sand, where Vito was standing in the middle of the turbulent waves.

The desert seemed to have become a part of his body, moving with Vito's will.

Vito squatted down, placed his palms on the sand, and instantly a large bolt of lightning shot out from the surface. Countless arcs of electricity were injected into the sea of ​​sand, turning the gravel into a deadly blade.

The predator rushed across the sand on his motorcycle. He watched in horror as his motorcycle was torn into pieces little by little. Each grain of gravel tore the motorcycle apart like a razor, and he got closer and closer to the sand.

The man stood on the back of the car in despair. He looked up at the sky but could not fly. He was swallowed up by the desert in despair and screams. He screamed and his body was minced bit by bit like being thrown into a meat grinder. His flesh and blood shattered into minced flesh, and he screamed heart-breakingly until everything in his body disappeared into the desert.

Screams and screams rang out all around. Vito looked at the predators around him who were trapped in the sand wall. They were constantly being swallowed by the sea of ​​​​sand that turned into a whirlpool. He watched their flesh and blood change as if they were sitting on a motorcycle. Became broken dregs.

Their counterattack turned into desperate wails. All the bullets were bounced away by the psychic shield, and even turned into scarlet molten iron dripping on the ground in the lightning.

A sandstorm of death was rolling around Vito. This desert of death has now truly become a forbidden area of ​​life, mercilessly devouring and tearing apart all life.

The boss cursed and fled on his motorcycle at the edge of the death vortex, but he was getting closer and closer to death. The razor-like waves were coming. After all, his gang had almost been wiped out.

He cursed loudly, mustered up the courage to turn and rushed towards Vito on his motorcycle. He pulled out a grenade and rushed towards him. Instead of being swallowed up by the desert of death and dying in pain, he chose to die happily and like a man.

I have to say that this bastard's backbone is worthy of admiration, but... he angered Vito, angered him very, very deeply, so he would not die happily.

The gang leader rode his motorcycle through the churning sea of ​​sand, with the waves rolling on either side of him, and he surged under the waves like a surfer toward Vito.

He yelled and rushed forward. Vito turned his head and watched him pull out his pistol. A bullet accompanied by lightning shot through the body of his motorcycle. The motorcycle was penetrated and the entire front wheel collapsed instantly. .

He was thrown out, and the boss fell heavily to the sand, raising a cloud of dust. He raised his head and looked in front of him, and saw the man standing in front of him after the dust dispersed.

The surrounding death waves disappeared, as did the whirlpools and sand walls, leaving only Vito and him standing in the middle of the sand sea. The surrounding sand was full of broken corpses and incomplete parts of motorcycles.

The boss suddenly felt that his neck was being strangled. He was lifted up and suspended in Vito Vito. He wanted to release the safety of the grenade in his hand, but his fingers could not move even an inch away.

Vito looked at him and quickly noticed the revolver on his waist. His eyes instantly changed from cold to angry, "Why did you kill them? Tell me why." He said coldly, and the boss looked at him stiffly. Completely unable to move, only its throat can make difficult sounds.

"What?" "In order to kill them, give me an answer."

The boss used all his strength to speak reluctantly, "We have collected tolls from the Trade Federation, and we should eliminate threats on the road." "The fees should be collected by us. This is our land and has belonged to them for hundreds of years."

"People from the Trade Federation found us, paid us, and asked us to fulfill the contract to remove the threat. They told me that you would leave and leave the tribe. They also told me the location of the tribe. They said that after you robbed the train, you would not be so Leave quickly, they will be there nearby, and as long as you find the tribe, that will be the best time."

The boss choked before he could finish his words, his throat was pinched tightly, and Vito looked at him with anger.

Now he knows the reason for everything. The Trade Federation told the raiders the time to take action, telling them that they would leave and plan to kill the tribes that threatened their routes at once. They may further ask for more tolls in the future as the population expands. .

So they planned to kill with a borrowed knife and let the killers they hired from the beginning solve the threat and completely solve the long-standing problems in this land.

They thought that Vito was just an ordinary psyker who could be killed by the Reavers and that would solve all their problems, but they were wrong. They couldn't be more wrong.

"You slaughtered your own people." "What?"

"What did they do to provoke you? What made you have to kill them?" "What are you talking about? I told you, the Trade Union spends money."

The boss said with difficulty, confused and puzzled. Vito looked at this idiot, and the anger in his eyes was accompanied by a trace of pity and sorrow.

"Money, it's ridiculous, a little money made you kill your own people, compatriots."

He sighed for a long time, Vito closed his eyes, and many memories passed in front of him. He thought he had forgotten and buried the memories deep in his memory. They did not disappear, but stayed quietly in his mind.

"Centuries ago, you and their ancestors sailed to the starry sea together, worked together, and fought side by side for great ideals and ideas, but now, you tell me that you killed them and her for "money""

For many years, he has been paralyzed by himself, telling himself that he has done enough for mankind, and he only needs to live his own life.

But he was wrong. He is a member of the human race, he cannot be immune to it, as long as this world and this galaxy have always been like this, he will never be immune to it.

Even if he escaped to the end of the universe, he lost his home, friends and lover, and lost everything again.

"I thought I could live in seclusion, not care about the world, and not care about your shit, but now I find that I am wrong."

He looked at the boss in front of him and said, "You made me lose my friends and lover again, my home, and there are thousands of similar things in this galaxy. As long as all this continues, I can't get peace, and humans can't."

"So I figured it out, just like what that old idiot said, I. Think clearly."

"I should do what I should have done a long time ago."

Vito said word by word, he walked in front of the boss and stared into his eyes at a very close distance.

"I will find them and make them realize their mistakes. Now I have one last question for you."

"Did you touch her?"

"What?" The boss said with difficulty. It was so difficult for him to say every word. His neck was almost pinched by the force, and breathing became more and more difficult.

"I don't know what you are saying." The boss's sophistry was not finished, and Vito saw the revolver, the revolver he gave to Sarah at last.

Instantly, his raging anger burned up, golden lightning danced in his eyes, and a deadly light flashed from his eyes.

"It's you." Vito said, his voice was cold and like the burning fire of purgatory. Vito waved his fingers slightly, and a piece of motorcycle debris flew over. The sharp fragments were suspended beside Vito and flashed cold light.

His palm was placed on the fragment, and lightning jumped on it. Instantly, a high temperature burned the fragment red. The boss looked at Vito with more horror. His body instinctively wanted to escape, but he couldn't move at all.

Vito clenched his fist and pierced the red-hot fragment into the boss's chest. He screamed and his chest was cut open. The scorching heat burned his skin and flesh, and smoke gushed out of it, accompanied by painful screams.

Vito glared at him and loosened his fist and then clenched it again. The boss's wrist was instantly torn off, and blood spurted out of it.

Vito stuffed the severed palm into his chest, then used psychic power to tear apart his fingers, the safety popped off instantly, the boss looked at his chest and screamed in despair, then exploded into pieces.

A huge amount of blood sprayed on Vito's face, his entire face was stained red with blood, Vito turned expressionlessly and walked to the sand to pick up the revolver that was blown away.

He stood up, and the sand around him was full of corpses and debris, and pieces of broken bodies were buried on this sandbar.

Vito looked at the revolver, the revolver that he had handed over to her for the last time, Vito sighed and let go of his hand and let the revolver fall to the sand.

The revolver fell to the ground with a bang, and the gun body hit the ground and raised a cloud of dust, and the shiny barrel of the revolver reflected Vito's blurred shadow.

His shadow gradually faded away, Vito got on the red motorcycle and left, his figure gradually disappeared on the reflective mirror of the revolver, and disappeared at the end of the desert.

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Vito rode on the Gobi Desert, he crossed the endless sea of ​​sand and the Gobi Desert, he crossed the sandstorm that swept the earth, and came to the end of his journey that he should have arrived long ago.

Waldo and Makado stood with him in front of the gate of the base. The tall "old shaman" looked at the black shadow in the dust. He gradually got closer and closer, and his outline became clearer and clearer.

He stood in the yellow sand and looked at him. Vito walked out of the sand fog, his clothes fluttering in the wind, and he looked at the old shaman expressionlessly.

The old shaman didn't say anything, just looked at him.

The two of them looked at each other for a long time, just standing in the yellow sand and letting the wind and sand blow themselves. Waldo stood behind him, holding a long spear and looking at Vito. No one urged him, and no one said a word.

After a long time, Vito closed his eyes in the wind and sand, and then opened them again, "I will join you, but I have a condition."

"What?" "Give me the command of your army and kill the Trade Union first."

He looked at Vito and nodded slightly, then turned sideways, "Come on, your soldiers are here."

Vito followed him, and Valdo and Macado also followed after Vito passed by. They walked into the yellow sand in the sky and disappeared at the entrance of the base.

They came to the observation deck on the high wall of the base dam. The place was still filled with yellow sand. The yellow sand that blocked the sky and the sun submerged everything in the wind and sand.

Vito came to the observation deck with him. He raised his hand and waved it in the air. The raging sandstorm stopped, as if the sky obeyed his instructions.

As the yellow sand stopped raging, a piece of golden armor on the ground below the dam revealed the sand mist. Behind that shining golden armor were more armors, extending all the way to the golden army at the end of the river valley.

Vito looked at these tall golden giants, standing in the valley with huge weapons, one phalanx after another.

The centurion wearing a red cockscomb helmet stood at the front of the queue, holding a giant sword and with a lightning mark on his chest.

"What are they called?" Vito asked, looking at the legion that had never existed.

"Thunder Warrior." He replied, and he and Vito looked down at the army side by side, overlooking the golden ocean.

"This is only part of our future army, my friend, and we will soon be joined by another twenty legions." "You will lead, command and command them, and now I leave them to you."

Waldo stepped forward and raised his halberd. As the commander of the Forbidden Army raised his halberd, all the thunder warriors gave a neat battle cry. The thunderous war cry echoed in the valley, and the clash of their armors sounded. echoed in the valley.

"Marshal Vito, shall we begin?" he asked.

Vito raised his head and looked at the army.

"start."

This is the beginning of the Great Crusade, this is the beginning of everything.