Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

The blazing fire blew the long red hair, and it danced in the hot and strong wind, just like a campfire lit at night, sparks blowing in the wind, but the fiery red light did not dissipate, because It was restrained by one hand, and the back of the gray-gloved hand was covered with raised armor.

But the slightly thick palms did not affect its flexibility. The hands quickly grabbed the ends of the hair, and gently turned the fingers to put the flying parts into the hair bundle between the fingers. The fiery red hair Her hair was tied up and hung on the back of her head. Her fingers took away the remaining strands in her mouth and tied her hair up.

The long red hair soon turned into a delicate hair ring coiled around the top of her head. She walked step by step towards the bright light at the door of the cabin. The blazing heat continued to heat up as she approached, sweeping over the white On his face, sweat started to flow from it after only being exposed to it for a moment.

"Damn it, how did the prisoners survive in this hellish place?" She complained, wiped the sweat from her face, and put the helmet under her arm on her head, along with the docking card under the helmet. The buckle clicked together with the belt around the neck of the tactical armor, and soon, a cool feeling rose from inside the helmet.

Yeta breathed a sigh of relief, happily breathing the air that had been adjusted to a comfortable temperature. She walked to the edge of the shadow of the cabin, stood at the hatch on the ground and stretched, looking at the bright fireball above her head. The wind and sand slapped around the display glass of her helmet, causing her to subconsciously start to look around.

This is a small town that has long been abandoned. Almost all of the low buildings have been submerged by the wind and sand. Only the roofs and walls can barely be seen. The once towering signal tower has now fallen into the sand. It was almost buried, and the broken wires were fluttering in the strong wind around it.

Yeta looked around in his helmet and could see that this was once a mining town. The miners' protective clothing and tools were scattered on the sand under the eaves. Some were buried, while others were exposed to high temperatures. Below, on the surface of the shovel, there was a red area exuding high temperature.

In the town, outside the main street, which has long been submerged by wind and sand, is the endless Gobi desert. From here, there is nothing in the farthest place. This land is low and flat, with only a few steep mountains in the distance. Rocks adorn this fiery world of death.

Yeta raised her arm and looked at the heat waves rolling on the back of her armored hand. Everywhere she looked, there was a roiling high temperature. They seemed to distort the dimensions of reality. "Okay, now I know why this ghost The place was abandoned. "In fact, it was there for many years until it was abandoned quite recently."

The technician stood aside while the King of Destruction carried out several large boxes from the cabin. They were all wearing full protective clothing and helmets on their heads. The blazing heat made it difficult for the two people to see even if they were standing very close. Everything seemed to be twisted, "Ah, damn, it's so hot in this place, I can feel it even through the protective clothing." "Then I suggest you use the ancient Terran technique to calm down and cool down naturally."

The technician suggested, and the King of Destruction smashed the box in front of him, "Be careful, you're a big guy, you can't repair this place if you smash it." "Come on, Echo, you said it yourself, this box is thunderous It can’t even be penetrated by a shot.”

The King of Destruction said, moving his arms. He looked at the bright sun above his head, then raised his hand to block his eyes. When he lowered his head, he saw Yarick on the edge of the town, standing on the bare Gobi desert. On the slope, his hands were behind his back, but the most noticeable thing was that he was not wearing protective clothing like the others. In fact, Yarek was only wearing the political commissar coat.

But this obviously cannot be explained by the fact that there is no high temperature around him. The golden badge on his shoulder and the political commissar cap badge on his head have been burned red by the sun, and the hot hissing sound is constantly echoing like the exposed shovels around him. , and his hat was steaming with heat.

But Yarick didn't seem to feel it at all. He stood directly under the sun with his hands behind his back, looking around the Gobi Desert. "What's going on with him? Is his brain burned out?" "I don't think his brain is broken. The reaction he showed showed that his neurons were within the normal range. "Then why did he come down like that? Didn't we prepare protective clothing for him?" "Obviously, the political commissar thought he didn't need it." "but why?"

The King of Destruction asked in surprise, and the technician who was supposed to answer him had already squatted down and poked at the surface control panel of the equipment box, but there was no response from the thing, just like a sticker on it. , "It's overheated, Echo, help me open it."

He turned around and squatted down like a half-mechanical person. He actually didn't wear much protective gear. He only wore a helmet on his head to protect the brain nerve components underneath. Even the proud transformation of the Mechanicus was obviously not enough. Unable to adapt to the environment here, "I heard that Commissar Yarick was transformed. When the Mechanicus implanted prosthetic eyes and robotic arms into him, they made some adjustments to his metabolism."

It was Ye Ta who spoke. She came from behind and came to the three people surrounding the box. "I don't think that is the work of the Mechanicus. Otherwise, I wouldn't have to wear a helmet."

As Echo spoke, he leaned over the box. The modified latch at the front of his arm was inserted into the slot on the edge of the equipment box, and then started to rotate. The end of his arm rotated left and right, and the switch part of the box also rotated accordingly. , making a low mechanical echo.

"What's going on?" "Well, I also heard an explanation that Commissar Yarick was favored by the Emperor." "I doubt it." "Oh? Don't you believe in the Emperor? "Technician?" "I believe it, but I also believe that the power of the emperor's faith does not work all the time. In fact, it is useless most of the time. We have to find a way on our own."

While the technician was talking, the equipment box had been opened. Between the cushioning sponges, there lay a machine with many long tentacles. The arms were dragging underneath it, like an octopus. After opening the box, Echo gave way. side, giving the technician sufficient position to get close to it and activate it.

The technician's palm clicked something under its disc head, and then with his fingers pulling some switches, the machine started to operate. A light flashed on its head, and it made a buzzing sound. He stood up, held his long arms underneath, and pulled out from the sponge of the box as he floated.

"Holy shit, levitating? It's so atmospheric. I've never seen such a completely levitating reconnaissance robot." Yeta looked at the bottom of it curiously. On the flat surface, there was no jet nozzle like most of the empire's floating robots. , or at least apparently magnetically emitting units.

"The jet propulsion suspension device can easily absorb wind and sand and cause flameout, so I modified its design and got inspiration from the technology of Cherubeus babies. I transformed this simple suspension device, although it is not as good as the Space Marines and Custodes. suspension engine, but it’s still enough.”

But obviously, this machine was very disrespectful to the technician. As soon as he finished speaking, the machine became paralyzed. After it made a long and low sound, the whole machine fell down and hit the ground. Several long strips appeared on the ground. The mechanical arm also fell to the ground, raising a burst of dust. Ye Ta looked at it and raised his eyebrows strangely, "Is this what you said will work?"

"This is an accident. Its magnetic unit is broken. Echo, I have already repaired it." "I should have repaired it, but if it weren't for the King of Destruction, I was moving those parts from the Mechanicus cabin. When I came out, I had a conflict with the Skitarii. After knocking down a few Skitarii soldiers, the box was shot. "Hey! How can you blame me for this?" "Wait, you robbed the Skitarii?" "I prefer to call it an acceptable requisition."

The technician said and began to inspect the unlucky robot. It would be very embarrassing for its designer to lose its chain at such a critical moment. "My transformation design makes the robot require more sophisticated mechanical units, and this This kind of component can only be provided by the Mechanicus. We tried to reason with them, but you also know that for the people of the Mechanicus, their brains cannot understand such a complicated problem. "

"So, you just robbed them?" "If you insist on using this word, then yes." "Wow, you guys really deserve your reputation." "Isn't that right?"

The King of Destruction put his hands on his hips as if he was very proud, while the technician raised his head and looked at the sentinel sight on a nearby building buried in yellow sand, "Sight, look for any mechanical vehicles or vehicles nearby. Or something like that."

Crosshair sat half-crouched on the domed building, on his armor. Because he was at a high place, the wind blowing was stronger, causing fine grains of sand and stones to blow past his body. The monotonous sound The gray armor was already covered with many scratches and a thick layer of particles stuck to it.

He held the sniper rifle in his hand and glanced around with the sight, "Yes, there is a transport truck outside the town." "What shape is it?" "The body is round. If you think I don't recognize it, then You're wrong, that's a Rand Mining Transporter. "Well, great. There are internal units in that vehicle that can be exploited. You and Echo go and take it apart. Remember, Let Echo be responsible for disassembling the parts. You only need to disassemble the car body. "Ah, I understand."

Yarick looked at the endless Gobi Desert. He looked back at Echo who got up and the King of Destruction who followed him. They carried guns and headed to a corner of the town. When they passed by the corpses of the local predators that they had eliminated, , it kicked the body of Destruction Dynasty.

"You will get used to them. Although they seem unreliable, believe me, they are the most reliable." "You are their captain, you believe in them, hunter." "I believe in them, but what about you? Political Commissar , I am very curious, who is the real commander in this operation, her or you? "

The hunter glanced at Ye Ta. She was returning to the direction of the Skyhawk. She was squatting by the hatch and sweeping away the blown desert with her hands, but it was obviously meaningless. After sweeping it away, there would be new ones immediately. Covered up, but Yeta obviously enjoyed it, or in other words, her annoyance made her ignore these things.

Yarick also looked at her, and after a moment of silence, he said, "The marshal asked her to lead the team. I was just sent to assist her." "Really? But I think you are the commander of this trip. I need to know, If you two have a conflict, who should I listen to?" "You should listen to the right one." "I am a soldier, not thinking." "But in my opinion, you are the right one. The biggest characteristic of the team is that they don’t like to obey orders, right? I’ve heard about you.”

"Hmph, I guess, that's not a good reputation, right?" "No, but I don't care about that. The marshal sent you here, so he has his purpose. It's not my job to try to figure out his thoughts." "You like it? Seeing is believing?” “If that’s possible.”

When Yarick said that, Echo and Destruction King had already returned. The former handed a transistor in his hand to the technician. The latter twitched his arm and immediately popped out a tool claw on the multi-functional platform of the arm armor. He used that thing to unscrew the cover of the floor-standing robot, took out something from it, and put the transistor in. After a while of tapping with his fingers, the robot restarted, with a buzzing sound, accompanied by the suspension engine at the end. , the air flow stirred up caused it to fly up.

"Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick." The robot made a crisp sound, and its multiple arms were raised, rotating around and opening and closing. The technician looked at the robot hovering in front of him and nodded. He put away his tools. "Well done, you two." "It's the three of us! And the crosshairs!"

The King of Destruction waved and laughed at the crosshair on the roof. The latter made a sound of disgust, picked up the sniper rifle and continued to observe the surroundings. The hunter looked at the three of them and chuckled, "You will see, this is just the beginning. "This is really just the beginning."

After Yarick said that, he looked in the direction of the Skyhawk. Yeta's hand touched the side of its fuselage. She was silent there for a moment, and then the hatch closed by itself, and a piece of ether flashed on the surface of the Skyhawk. The simulation field quickly became invisible, as if there was nothing there.

Yeta breathed a sigh of relief and nodded towards Yarick, who responded with his head buried in the air. Then he raised his power claw, and the giant claws snapped together in his hand, "Let's go."