Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

You call this junk tractor an armored vehicle?

——Lucius Platon, maintenance sergeant of the 598th Cadian Regiment, his last words before he died in the Chimera explosion.

The rapidly rotating crawler tracks raced on the barren land at extremely fast speeds. A large amount of dust was raised between the forward transmission wheels, but more dust was discharged to the back as the crawler tracks rotated.

Vito was sitting in the driver's seat, wearing sunglasses and holding the steering wheel. He was driving the Chimera sitting under his butt across the desert. The Chimera lived up to expectations and responded with a level of comfort that could only be described as painful. Vito.

This wretched armored vehicle always bumps and bumps when driving, as if it were sitting on a fucking pile driver, and what's even more outrageous is that the Chimera's seats are made of iron, pure cast iron.

Vito has driven many ridiculously uncomfortable vehicles in the empire, but the Chimera is definitely the best among them. This shabby vehicle is famous for not treating its passengers as human beings at all. As long as you get in the car, you'd better wear it. Helmet or you'll absolutely fucking hit the roof of the car.

When Vito saw the Chimera for the first time, he was thinking, can this piece of junk really be used by the Astral Military? Isn't this a modified version of a "universal" Rand tractor? In the end, it was really used by the guards.

But the Chimera is indeed a good helper for the Guards. Not only can it carry an entire squad of soldiers, but it can also serve as effective support firepower to provide cover, especially against the cultist enemies most of the time. The Chimera definitely has With an overwhelming firepower advantage.

Not only that, the Chimera also has many kinds of modified models. Who knows how the big bosses of the Guards came up with it. With the turret installed, it becomes a "Salamander" reconnaissance tank, with the turret removed, it becomes an armored personnel carrier, and with a self-propelled artillery, it becomes a "Petrochemical". Lizard" self-propelled gun.

What's even more outrageous is that you can put a huge missile on Chimera's territory! Then it suddenly transformed into a Deathshooter missile launcher, the most powerful firepower in the hands of the big guys.

To be honest, Vito didn't even know that these modified models were thought up by those geniuses, and how they were even more genius to convince the priests of the Mechanicum that these were the will of the God of All Machines rather than modifications made by himself. You don’t need to be killed as a technical heretic by the oil guys.

But after so many generations of Chimera, the TM is 10,000 years old, a full 10,000 years, and they still haven’t added even a little comfort modification to it!

Vito's butt almost cracked from the fall. He sat on the seat with a constipated look on his face. Behind him were Lancelot and Ragnar standing in the open carriage. After they got this When driving the Chimera, Vito doubted whether these two strong men could fit in, and then Ragnar used his "creativity" to solve this problem.

He directly lifted the roof of the car, and then forced himself and Lancelot into the Chimeri. The two burly space warriors were squeezed into the open car, almost face to face, and their elbows were Quickly stuff it into the other person's mouth.

And under their butts was the box. The sealed box contained bloody skulls. Miraculously, they did not squeeze the box.

Lilith leaned behind Vito, which was between the dusty driver's seat and the crowded cabin. It was the only comfortable place in this broken car.

"Inquisitor, do we have option B?" Ragna asked while squeezing against the wall, mumbling with his sticker on the car, while Vito smiled bitterly and almost hit the roof of the car due to a bump.

"No, if possible, I would like to drive the personal car of the Executive Governor of Ultramar." He said, operating the rusty steering wheel, and the Chimera jolted violently through the wilderness. It was hard to imagine that this broken car was How to open it.

Any priest of the Mechanicus would definitely be scolded here. The Chimera's rotating shaft is not lubricated, the cylinder is full of sand, the tracks are full of bumpy gravel, and the cabin is full of diesel fuel. The nose smells so bad that even the steering wheel feels like a grindstone.

If this car had any age, it would be almost half buried in the ground, and it could even take the driver and passengers to eat seats.

"Isn't this really that weird idiot trying to trick us? Why do I feel like this car is about to explode?" Ragnar muttered, Lancelot's elbow pressed against his face, and the Space Wolf patted him. The car yelled in protest, "Get your elbows off you Caliban orange cat!"

Vito held the steering wheel and kept rising and falling. He remembered the time he fought with the Iron Legion and the Bonecrusher during the Second War of Armageddon. The beast was really ridiculously big, literally ridiculous, that It was the first time Vito saw an orc who looked four meters tall.

Yarrick was also present at the time, and the "big one-eyed guy" was fighting the Bonecrusher guards. The old political commissar hacked to death a TM and a tall green-skinned Space Marine with a chain ax in front of everyone. .

Then when Yarick and Bonecrusher were fighting, Vito also hit him with a Chimera, knocking Bonecrusher straight away from his handsome mobile Iron Throne platform. He is now in the ear. The sound of the Bonebreaker's curses at that time can still be heard.

"Judge, why did we become delivery people? Did we agree to kill the demons?" Ragna said sadly, shouting in protest with his only waving hand.

"You haven't cut enough? Do you really believe in Khorne?" Vito responded, operating the shitty steering wheel. "You cut dozens of Khorne demons in the secret place, and you also killed the champion of Khorne. Haven’t you beaten enough yet?”

"I would rather fight a dozen Khorne champions than be crowded in this wretched car!" Ragnar shouted at the top of his voice. His voice echoed in the car and bounced back repeatedly. Lancelot grabbed the bulkhead. He stuck his head out so that he wouldn't have to smell the stench of Ragnar and the smell of diesel in the Chimera's fuel tank.

Lancelot looked outside, looking at the endless desolate wilderness. This land was as desolate and silent as a dead world. This planet seemed to be a hive. Only the places where cities were located could survive, and the rest It can only be described as fucked.

Bare rocks, land where no trees grew, and a sickly sky. Lancelot looked to the side and saw a red thing rushing across the barren land. The man was riding a steel horse. ox? !

"Inquisitor! There is a Khorne Steel Bull Knight on the left!" Lancelot shouted, and Vito popped the Chimera's cockpit cover forward. He looked at the Khorne Steel Bull Knight rushing straight towards him.

A traitorous Space Marine of the World Eaters Legion rides on it, holding a chain ax in one hand and holding the iron bull's chain in the other. The surging power of the demonic engine within the roaring beast drives the fire of hell from its mouth. Spurting out, the steel bull charged forward with a war cry from hell.

Vito turned the steering wheel suddenly, and then it got stuck as expected. The condition of this broken car was really quite stable!

"All attention! Prepare for collision!" Vito shouted as he looked at the charging steel bull, and the steel beast's horns hit the chimera.

The entire Chimera was knocked over, and the rolling body finally stopped on the wasteland after spinning several times. Vito also climbed out of the hatch of the overturned armored vehicle. He lifted the vehicle before he could get up. At first I saw the steel bull knight.

The iron hooves of the steel bull stepped on the ground, and the roaring demon engine raised its head. On its back, the World Eater raised his chain ax and roared. On the land behind him, a large group of Khorne demons rushed up, Vito Looking at the charging demon, he stood up and drew his bolter.

It seems that they no longer have to suffer in a car, but have to fight a group of Khorne demons. You ask Vito, which one is better?

Good question, what do you think?