Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

The blazing wind blew on those towering rugged stone walls, and they were like thousands of honeycombs. On the surface, thousands of years of baptism left numerous holes, and the strong wind blew through them, bringing a long stream of honeycombs. The harsh buzzing sound, mixed with the rolling heat waves, made this place feel like the gate to hell.

From the hole in the rock, a life form crawled out. It was a native species born and grown on the local hot land. It was not a powerful predator, but a small creature similar to the lizards on the Terra Desert. Reptiles generally hunt and thrive in the dark underground or in the gaps between rocks.

But the latter is the greatest achievement in itself. Here, survival is the greatest success. Nothing can compare with it. It can be said that the survival of this kind of creature has already surpassed most in the galaxy. Most living things, it climbed up the rock surface. On its round eyes, a layer of film slipped from the corners of the eyes, moistening the eyeballs that had long been dry in the sun. On the brown-red eyeballs, a kind of light was reflected from here. Life forms that have never appeared before.

It was a piece of steel legs. It walked on the passage between the stone mountains on both sides. The rolling heat wave swept up a large number of fallen particles and collided with its legs, causing a crackling sound. Others, Then it swept up from its chest, leaped from its shoulders, and was rushed into the sky at the open exhaust port.

The exhaust port that pops up from the bottom spits out a piece of cold air with a lower temperature than the surrounding air. It is the remnant of the armor's cooling cycle. When it spurts out, it is still a refreshing white-blue color, and it only needs to be combined with this The moment everything in the world came into contact, it turned bright red and then disappeared without a trace.

The gas blew past the side of the red helmet. On the front of the helmet, there was a complete display screen glass. Its translucent material made the beautiful face behind it, who was breathing heavily and with sweat dripping from his head, tremble for a while. Zhenzi exhaled from behind his red lips, "Technician, you said this armor is useful, but I don't feel it at all!"

"It's useful, Commander, otherwise you would be dehydrated or dead by now." The technician walking at the front of the team said without looking back. He was concentrating on the scanning information uploaded by the data pad in the observer's hand, reconnaissance Robots are moving around, relying on its structure that is more reliable than flesh and blood to move around in this land of death.

The machine's suspension device caused a wave of electric ion reflections on the surrounding sand surface. They swept Sally on the ground, and the electric field reaction itself also allowed the hunter to sense the active robot. At least I know it hasn't died in the desert yet.

"Really? I feel like I'm not far away from falling now. Damn my head. How long have we been walking?" "Three hours. The good news is that noon has passed and the hottest time is ending." "Then how long will it take for it to end completely?" "Well, if I estimate it optimistically, seven hours." "Seven hours?!" "Yes, the sun's rotation period on this planet is longer, and the days are also longer. ”

As Ye Ta spoke, she could feel the dryness of her lips, as if they were about to crack. She walked in the middle of the team, facing the strong wind blowing from the opposite side of the valley and the gravel in it. When it hit the body, the crimson power armor made a clanking sound, just like the fried foam on the skin of a turkey being roasted in the oven.

In front of her, Hunter, Crosshair, and Yarick were walking together. They formed a forward line of defense on the left, with Technician walking at the front of them, while Destruction King and Echo were behind Yeta, They could have walked faster, claiming to cover the rear and avoid attacks, but Yeta felt that they were afraid of fainting.

Yeta didn't like this. She was treated like a weak little girl who seemed to need their care. Although this was true to a certain extent, Yeta had never been in many harsh environments with huge differences like this team. Having carried out the mission, I didn't think about Commissar Yarek. His Armageddon itself is a world with a harsh environment, and the sun anywhere is not much gentler than here.

Yarick was born in those desolate wastelands, trained there, and fought a decades-long war with the invading greenskin army there. Although he did not wear power armor, he had the ability to adapt to this place. , but it can still be called the pinnacle, simply called the crystallization of human evolution.

But Yeta is not like that. She is indeed a little girl. She has just turned 20 this year and has never experienced a real ground war, let alone such a harsh environment. But she doesn't want to show it, doesn't want to She made them feel weak and doubt whether the marshal was holding them back by sending her here, so she chose to remain silent.

Yeta followed the team, walking in a place that was narrow between the valleys and was extremely conducive for heat waves and strong winds to play their role. She raised her arms to block her face, and gravel kept hitting her arms. From there The inner hollow arms were introduced into the helmet, and the surrounding environment became quiet. No one spoke, as if to preserve the concentration of saliva in the mouth in this hot environment to avoid gum bleeding or water loss.

However, they can communicate with each other in another way that is simpler and does not waste too much energy. The hunter suddenly stopped, raised a hand by his side, clenched his fist, and the entire team stopped immediately. Come down.

He waved his hand to the mountain beside him, and the crosshair nodded to the technician. He picked up the sniper rifle and rushed there immediately. He climbed up the steep weathered rock surface in threes and fives. The hunter watched him climb up. After reaching the top of the mountain, she waved to the hillside where everyone else, including Ye Ta, was standing aside. Ye Ta did not react at first, but when she saw the technician, the King of Destruction, and others running to the side, she also knew. That means.

Yeta also rushed over, followed them, stepped on the rock surface full of holes and jumped up. The armored feet under her feet crushed the broken weathered stones, and then stretched out her hand to let The hunter pulled her close behind a boulder halfway up the mountain.

She leaned on the stone, her eyes behind the translucent glass cover, looking at the technician beside her who was also behind the translucent glass, "What happened? What did your robot detect?" "No, it's not mine, it's Hunter." "He?" "Yes, Hunter's intuition is extremely sharp and more reliable than most machines. If he thinks we are in danger, then there will be."

"Then what is the danger this time?" "Quiet, King of Destruction, someone is coming, crosshair, have you seen them?" The hunter raised his head and looked at the crosshair on the top of the weathered rock opposite. He was lying on two almost Behind the coral-turned-stone, the long barrel was hidden among the steep stone walls.

The front sight's helmet was close to the sight, and his screen was surrounded by several circles of precision axes. They were automatically calibrated during aiming, but the front sight still didn't believe it, so he adjusted it himself, "Three motorcycles, not green ones." , they are human beings, barbarians." "Local predators, this is their territory, it seems we came here uninvited." "This is the territory of the empire, no one is invited." "Maybe it is. Well, Commissar, but I think they might not agree with that."

"Technician, your robot didn't find green skins around, right?" The hunter turned around and asked. The technician nodded and held up the glass cover of the helmet. He may have wanted to hold up the glasses on the back, but obviously failed, but this Maybe it was more of his habit. Yeta had seen it several times and he would do this every time the technician was thinking about a problem.

"No, the reconnaissance robots did not find any green skins nearby. Their bases and strongholds may be farther than we imagined." "Then ask the locals. They are probably more familiar with those who came first than us. "Guests, stay with them."

The hunter's command was spoken through the earpiece on the helmet arm attached to the ear of the sight. He lay on the rock and rotated the knob above the sight with his fingers. Between the valleys, the sound gradually came from a distance. The approaching engine sound, it is not a good engine, the noise is quite loud, but considering the local situation, you can hardly expect that the local predators can free up any real good goods for you.

Ye Ta stuck his head out and saw the source of the sound. It was a motorcycle with a head. There were several auxiliary fuel tanks hanging on the surface of the black body. They were treated in a way that anyone who has a love for machinery would know when they saw it. They were crudely welded and fixed to the car body in an angry way, not to mention, connecting them to the car body were a few pipes that looked like they were picked up from anywhere.

The whole motorcycle ran on the gravel-filled mountainous land between the valleys. Its wheels kept running over the stones. The upward shaking hit the end of the car body, causing the handlebars to shake up and down, and the people sitting on it. The man on the seat also rose and fell. He was a man wearing a black jacket. The jacket had many protruding spikes. He wore a hood on his head, and his face was blocked by goggles. And behind a black scarf covering her lips and nose.

His most iconic feature is the cockscomb standing high on his head. He looks like the most classic desert predator. He rides a rough motorcycle that shakes violently and seems to be ready to fall apart at any time. At the front of the car, Hanging is a strange totem composed of human upper body ribs, skull, and hand bones.

Behind him were two other Predators with similar shapes to him. They set off on the motorcycle, holding the handle of the motorcycle with their arms raised high, spinning it constantly, making it hum and spit out the Dark exhaust fumes.

The hunter squatted behind the boulder and looked at the three motorcycles driving past. He said hello to the crosshair, which was lying on the top of the mountain. The crosshair nodded slightly, then turned the muzzle of the gun and looked into the scope. His crosshair, as his name suggests, is aimed at the rider of a car from in front of his eyes.

The laser beam exploded in the valley instantly, and the red light leaped up instantly and shot through the driver's head. The windshield he wore on his face exploded in an instant, and was shattered afterwards. Flesh and blood also spurted out from under the leather hat. The rider in front of him looked back and watched the rider fall to the side. His arms pulled on the handrail, causing the motorcycle to roll over.

The entire motorcycle hit the sand, flipped over together with the rider, flew in the air, kicked up a lot of sand, and then smashed to the ground. Its already loose body was completely shattered, and the rider on the other side violently He turned the handle of the car and dodged the wreckage of his teammate's car that hit and rolled in front of him. He looked up in the direction of the gunfire. He saw the crosshair between the rocks on the top and pulled out the gun. A shotgun strapped to the side of the vehicle.

But just as he raised the muzzle of the gun, aimed and prepared to fire, the crosshairs suddenly stood up. He raised the muzzle of the gun, his eyes and the crosshairs in the scope, and suddenly put them on the man's face, then pulled the trigger, with a crackling sound, laser is obviously still light, isn't it? Its speed is much faster than a physical bullet, and it pierced the man's head in an instant. He leaned back, and the hand holding the trigger also subconsciously pulled it.

The shotgun crackled, and the muzzle suddenly tilted, hitting the rear tire of the last rider in front. His tire broke directly, and then collapsed downwards. The steel bones in it collided with the stones on the ground, directly causing the motorcycle to lose balance, and it flew up and smashed forward on the sand. Thick dust and smoke filled there. The crosshairs stepped on the stone on the top of the mountain with one foot and carried the sniper rifle.

"Well done, your marksmanship is not bad." "Of course." The hunter climbed over the boulder and slid down the hillside. Yeta, the technician, and the Destroyer followed him. Their footsteps raised a large amount of dust on the mountain, but compared with the dust caused by the motorcycle falling, it was nothing.

The hunter walked into the smoke in the valley. He walked through the debris scattered on the ground in his armored footsteps. The smoke soon slid over the translucent glass cover, and the motorcycle that fell to the ground and was buried in the thick sand came into view, as well as the person leaning on the body.

He leaned sideways on the motorcycle and slumped on the ground. One of his legs was broken due to the impact, and his entire calf was twisted to 90 degrees. He growled and glared at the hunter who had emerged from the smoke. He pulled out the shotgun on the body of the car next to him and shot the hunter.

The latter pulled out the pistol from his waist in a flash, and shot the crude cut-barrel shotgun. The muzzle was blown away by the laser beam, and hit the rocks in the distance, breaking into pieces. The motorcyclist looked at the broken shotgun, glared at the hunter, and then reached behind him, as if to dig something out. The hunter's eyes immediately followed the gesture, and at this moment, the leather jacket on the chest of the wild rider suddenly opened, and a third hand stretched out from there, holding a shiny revolver. He was ready to shoot when the hunter wasn't paying attention, but just as he was about to pull the trigger, a gunshot accompanied by a red light flashed in the smoke, and the driver's head exploded, "Sight." "No need to thank me."

Sight walked out of the smoke with a laser gun, holding a toothpick in his mouth behind the glass cover. The hunter looked at him, and then looked at the driver with three hands on the ground. He was dead, and the whole head was shot from the back by the laser.

"Now, we can't ask questions." "That being said, at least we have two gains." "Two? What two?" Echo walked out of the diffuse dust and came to the technician who had arrived at the hunter first and bent down to observe the body and asked.

"First, we know that there is serious radiation or chaos pollution in the local area. This arm is caused by mutation. Second, they are just the vanguard convoy. I think their main convoy will come soon." The technician said, raising the data board in his hand. The board showed that there were a large number of activity signals in the distance, approaching here, and the number was quite large. "We can ask the leader of their convoy. I believe that he will know more about the information we want to know than these men." "So, you plan to ambush an entire predator convoy with a few of us?" Yeta asked with one hand on his waist behind him, and the hunter smiled and raised the gun in his hand, and the crosshairs behind him also pulled the bolt, "You see, you are getting to know us."