Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

The blazing sun shone dimly on the desert, the scarlet rocks and sally released rolling heat waves under the high temperature, and the endless red walls stretched as far as the horizon.

This is very common in the hive world. The industrial pollution, resource development and huge population from the hive city have already drained everything from this planet. The forests have faded, the rivers have dried up, and the mountains are left bare. The skeleton and even the ocean disappeared, leaving only this barren desert.

The hot sun shines on the eyeballs, and it reflects the light. The film slides from the corner of the eye with the blinking of the eyelids. The lizard is lying on the rock, eyes turning to observe the surrounding environment. Suddenly, the billowing dust from the distance attracts it. attention.

It turned in that direction, staring in that direction with its eyes that moved up and down. Sandstorms are too common in this land, just like heavy rains in summer. They can happen at any time. At first, the lizard didn't notice anything different, but soon Soon, it will know that it is wrong.

After seeing what was in front of the sandstorm, the lizard immediately climbed back down the rock quickly, but it was still not fast enough. A tall armored motorcycle that was faster and faster than it roared past the rock, and there were more than one. But dozens or hundreds of vehicles.

The armored motorcycles rushed past together, and the shock wave caused rolled the cricket off the stone. It fell with the wind, hit a motorcycle, and then landed on the ground in front, but before it could lift As soon as it started, it was crushed by the tall wheel with the spikes attached to it.

The lizard's mutilated body rolled up with the rotation of the tire. It stuck to the wheel and became more and more broken with every rotation, but this did not attract the attention of the person sitting on the car seat at all.

The rider wearing a winged helmet straddles the motorcycle. He leans back on the chair decorated with double wings. His hands are on the accelerator. As he turns, the oncoming wind from the Gobi blows on the surface of his helmet. .

The white robe on his shoulders flew back, dancing in the wind with the speed of the motorcycle, and behind him, more white robes also flew in the air, forming a white ocean on this red land.

The motorcycle galloped behind him, and the rider raised one arm. Immediately from behind, two motorcycles drove up. The two riders were on the left and right sides, looking towards the leader.

"Go out for reconnaissance and find out the situation of the fortress." He said, his voice accurately conveyed through the communication channel in the helmet. The two riders nodded immediately, then turned the steering wheel sharply and left the convoy, rushing toward the convoy with billowing smoke and dust. Deep in the Gobi.

Lancelot looked at them from behind the helmet's display screen, then raised his finger and waved it fiercely in the air, "Release the drone and lead the way forward."

His order was immediately implemented. Riders carrying sidecar boxes on both sides of the motorcycle in the convoy opened the box. With a burst of clicks on the screen on the motorcycle, the drones in the boxes on both sides immediately took off. They Flapping the wings of the propeller, he rushed out of the smoke and dust raised by the convoy.

They flew over Lancelot's head and drove towards the distance. He looked at them and then sat on the back of the car. His hands were high on the handlebars in front of him, and the motorcycle roared. With the huge armored convoy behind him, he rushed towards the horizon ahead.

These riders are riding war horses. They are not horses like knights in the feudal world, but steel war horses made of steel and transmission shafts. What they eat is not grass and carrots, but power fuel.

The motorcycle team galloped on the desert, raising up yellow sand all over the sky behind their tires. Lancelot leaned on the back of the car, his helmet reflecting the sunlight spots from the sky.

There was a burst of gunfire from the distance. Lancelot looked in that direction, and the communicator in his helmet also rang, "Chapter Commander, the drone found that an Astra Militarum in front was protecting the fourth hive. The ranks of refugees have all withdrawn, and the Chaos heretics are besieging them."

"Elaine makes them repent." Lancelot whispered, and this was a clear command. An echo came from the communication, and the motorcycle team behind him immediately began to change its formation.

Lancelot suddenly turned the steering wheel, and as his motorcycle turned on the desert, the huge team following behind him began to turn, like a big snake flicking its tail on the desert.

In the convoy not far away, the Astra Militarum soldier was holding a gun and firing. His laser gun shot at a heretic in the distance. The mortal traitor immediately fell back, while another person beside him One of the traitors fired a shot, knocking the Astra Militarum behind the car to the ground.

The Astra Militarum private on the side looked at his fallen comrade in surprise. The refugees behind him screamed as they watched him. The sound of laser guns hitting the car body like raindrops in a heavy rain was even more continuous. , the Astra Militarum glanced at the refugees behind them, and rushed to the front of the car with their guns in hand.

He stuck his head out and saw the traitors approaching outside. They kept shooting red beams, and a plasma shot flew from them. It hit another car on the side and immediately let the bus go. It exploded into the air and rolled to the ground with flames.

The screams of the women and the cries of the children were instantly louder than the gunshots. The Astra Militarum looked at them and turned around. Suddenly, there was a sound of heavy footsteps on the hood of the car in front of him, and he raised his head. , saw the huge shadow blocking the sun.

It was the demon standing on the hood of the car with his mouth wide open, his long and slender tongue protruding from between his teeth. The Astra Militarum looked at him with wide eyes and instantly raised his gun, while behind him were the refugees hiding behind the car. There was even more screaming, like a flock of frightened birds.

The Astra Militarum aimed at the demon, but just before he fired, a huge shadow silhouette rushed past him. He raised his head and looked at the iron man above him passing by with dust in the sun.

The wheel suddenly hit the demon's face, knocking the monster away. The Astra Militarum's eyes widened, looking at the motorcycle that flew over their heads and landed on the ground. It swayed left and right on the ground. , the wheels immediately turned rapidly with the accelerator, spitting out a huge amount of dirt from under the wheels, then straightened their posture, and rushed forward.

The Astra Militarum raised their heads and watched with the refugees more motorcycles flying by. They roared out from the slope on the side of the bus, jumped over their heads like a herd of wild horses, and then suddenly landed on the convoy. Front.

The heretic with the plasma cannon looked at the approaching motorcycle. His eyes widened, and then he suddenly raised the muzzle of the gun and aimed it at the speeding motorcycle. However, the rider instantly pulled out the shining knight's sword, jumped out of the seat sideways and violently With a swipe of the ground, the sword blade broke out of the smoke and cut off half of his waist.

The plasma was cut off by the sword blade, and then exploded with overload in an instant. Blue ion flames rose instantly. In the bright firelight, the motorcycle rushed out carrying his rider, and there were more motorcycles in the flames behind him. Charge out.

Lancelot held the sword in one hand and the handle of the car with the other. He pulled the trigger on it, and the double-loaded bolt guns at the front of the car immediately opened fire and roared. The roaring bombs instantly shattered countless traitors and enemies in front of him. The devil between.

Their bodies exploded and cracked backwards, and then splashed to the ground. The tall wheels of the motorcycle ran over them. A mortal traitor who was not yet dead looked at the pressing tires and closed his eyes with screams. Mouthed.

Lancelot's body shook up and down. He held the handle of the car and quickly turned the accelerator to rush past a vampire. He spun the knight's sword with one hand, suddenly activated his stance, and slashed the demon's body with one sword. Cut through the chest neatly.

He sat up, twirled the sword with one hand, bent down and chopped down the demon on the other side. The explosive bombs roared and roared with the fingers on the handlebars, and continued to shoot at anyone who was unfortunate enough to be in the straight line ahead, no matter what. Whether they were humans or demons, they all fell under the wheels, their flesh and blood flying after being crushed by the heavy armored motorcycles.

Suddenly, there was a roar of steel from the front. A Khorne warrior wearing red armor roared, pulled out the battle ax that had been chopped on a dead guard, turned over and sat on his steel bull, and pulled He picked up the iron chain and kicked the iron bull's belly with his legs, and the demon engine roared and rushed forward.

Lancelot looked at him, lowered his head suddenly, then raised his knight's sword and pointed it forward. Like the steel bull knight, he drove the seated MTR war horse forward to face him.

The steel bull and the iron horse rushed towards each other. The steel bull knight raised the battle ax in his hand and roared, while Lancelot also silently raised the knight's sword. The cold light flashed and the two passed by.

The moment just now lasted only a moment, and the rapidity was completely invisible to the naked eye, but the ending was that the roaring steel bull knight stopped. He sat on the back of his mount, and a flash of light appeared on his chest as his upper body slid. He looked at the red line on his chest, and then suddenly fell to the ground.

His lower body was still sitting on the back of the steel bull. The demon engine raised its head and looked at its rider, but soon, the motorcycles on both sides of it roared past, and the rider sitting on the back of the vehicle held a power spear and violently A shot penetrated into the gap exposed when the steel bull turned its neck.

The tip of the gun stabbed out from the other side, and the steel bull screamed, and blood-like flames protruded from its mouth. Then the rider who passed by quickly on the other side pulled out a plasma pistol, and shot it into the mouth of the steel bull as he passed by. , the neck of the demon engine swelled up instantly, and the plasma blew off its head.

The demon's head flew out, fell from the air, and suddenly hit the side of Lancelot. He rode a motorcycle and rushed past the steel bull's head.

There was nothing in front of Lancelot, and there were only countless broken limbs and fragments left on the desert. Behind him, the formation of the Astartes fleet caught up, following behind him on both sides. It unfolds like a steel city wall, a moving city wall.

The rider riding beside Lancelot held a spear high with one hand, with the regiment's flag flying on the tip of his spear. Behind him, more spears were raised high, with flags flying in the air.

"Chapter Commander." The voice in the communication channel overwhelmed the roar of the surrounding engines and the roar of the wheels on the ground. Lancelot turned his head slightly, "Reconnaissance team?"

"Yes, Chapter Master, we have discovered something... strange, traitors in Raven's Keep, and they are wearing our armor."

"Our armor?"

"Yes, Chapter Master, they wear gray-green armor, winged helmets and knight swords, and there are "

The communication channel was suddenly cut off, replaced by a rustling sound. Lancelot frowned. Someone was interfering with them. Suddenly a huge shadow passed over his head. He raised his head and saw the roaring sound. The passing Stormbird fighter jet.

More than one squadron of Storm Birds instantly passed over the convoy and flew towards the fortress in the distance. Lancelot raised his head and saw clearly the double-winged sword logo on the wings in the sun, the symbol of the Dark Angel Mother Regiment. logo.

"Our people?" Lancelot said in surprise, but before he could make contact with the fighter planes, one of them dropped a bomb. It fell towards the sprinting convoy. Lancelot's eyes widened. Looking at the bomb that was too late to dodge.

The thing exploded, and a ball of static position was instantly released, swallowing Lancelot and the soldiers into it. In the blink of an eye, they all stopped, the wheels of the motorcycle stopped instantly, and the forward-moving body of the car was in the air. Solidified, even the flying flag was frozen.

Lancelot's body was unable to move for an instant. He could not speak or do anything, but the vision of his eyes remained normal. The eyes under his helmet looked at the squadron of Storm Birds flying towards the distant fortress. They rushed at low altitude and flew towards the fortress at high speed.

After a long time, the still position was considered invalid. Lancelot's motorcycle immediately started to operate again. He suddenly turned the accelerator to accelerate and rushed towards the open city gate. However, the Storm Birds had all taken off and left. He looked at The fighter plane flying overhead was the fighter plane of the parent regiment.

He quickly rushed to the city gate, and the motorcycle swung to a stop. Lancelot sat on the seat and looked around the empty fortress hall. Others behind him also rushed in, and the tires of the motorcycles were spinning. There was a harsh sudden stop on the ground.

The soldiers drew their weapons and pointed around, but there was no enemy for them to deal with. Yes, there was not one. Lancelot looked around. The entire fortress was empty. It was quiet as if no one had ever been here. Same.

He scanned the surrounding environment, carefully trying to find any clues, but found absolutely nothing. Not to mention people, there was no trace of the battle, no corpses, no weapons.

"Didn't you say there are enemies here?" A soldier whispered, but he forgot to turn off the communicator, and the voice reached Lancelot. He frowned and looked sideways at the company commander on the motorcycle behind him.

"Where is the reconnaissance team?" "Lost contact. All communications were cut off just now. Sir, what happened here?" the company commander asked, but Lancelot didn't answer silently. He looked at the empty sky. The hall was silent for a moment.

"Report it and tell them that we have captured the fortress and the sky is ours."

"As you command, sir."

The company commander immediately signaled the communication soldier carrying the radio to pass on the message. Amidst the clicking sound of the radio, Lancelot looked at a piece of broken cloth among the rubble on the side, with the Roman numeral II on it.