Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

The wheels rolled across the sand. Its huge body was far larger than a normal vehicle. There were circles of iron chains with spikes on its surface. It rotated on the sand and kept spraying behind it. Large amounts of yellow sand flew out from between the human bones hanging at the end.

On the surface of the tall chariot, the metal covers, as well as the external platforms and railings, were all baked red by the sun. They released billowing heat and reflected the dazzling sunlight. No wise person would Galloping here, but obviously the owner of this hand is not wise.

It was a pair of snow-white hands that were completely out of contrast with the surrounding environment. The skin was pale. Its owner stood beside the chariot, holding one hand on the red-hot metal armrest and waving the other hand. In the air outside the car door, people kept raising their arms and shouting and roaring.

The rising yellow sand blew over his naked skin. He was covered in snow-white skin, and a large number of eye-catching runes were tattooed on the surface of his skin with a soldering iron. There was also a eye-catching black paint band on his face, which was smeared on this The man's pale face stretched across his eyes, like some kind of tribal totem.

In fact, it was indeed the case. He opened his toothless mouth and shouted. In front of him was a man with three hands. One of his hands was grasping the welded armrest on the car door, and the other He raised his hand high and waved the two machetes in his hand in the wind, almost hitting the person on the roof of the car.

It was a platform seat that was crudely welded to the top of this huge car body. There were many people with the same skin, with bare arms and upper bodies, only wearing a pair of black leather pants, and holding various crude weapons in their hands. The primitive predators, they seemed to be the technological barbarians in the desert before the Terran Unification War. They opened their missing teeth and malformed mouths and roared. Around their bodies, their twisted and deformed arms were also exposed in the sun. Lift it high.

Their heads are smaller. Compared with normal humans, the bones above their heads and foreheads are thicker and thicker, as if they are wearing a piece of armor on their heads. Their snow-white bodies are scattered with scattered There are a large number of black spots, as well as radiation swelling covered up with white fuel and powder.

But it seemed that it didn't make them feel pain, at least I didn't see it. The people hanging on both sides of the tank raised their inferior firearms into the air and fired into the sky. The piercing sound of gunfire was accompanied by the roar of the tank's engine. Roaring, causing the three smoke exhaust vents standing high at the rear of the car to spray out dazzling flames.

In front of the three fire-breathing tall pillars, there is a throne placed on the roof of the vehicle. At least it looks like a throne. It is made up of several metal pipes welded together to form the four corners of the pillars. The large seat from a certain transport vehicle The chair was placed between four steel pipes, and on each pipe were hung human bones, beast bones, and mutilated corpses that had not yet decayed.

Their fishy smell, mixed with the pungent smell of fuel sprayed from several exhaust grids on the top of the chariot, floated towards the burly body sitting on the throne. He sat there, his thick arms It was covered with runes, bulging blood vessels, and scars. On the abdomen of his bloated body was a soft belly. The disproportionately bloated pieces of flesh hung on his abdomen and dropped to his knees, but they were also more prominent. Showing his size.

The man's head rested on several fire pipes behind him. His pale hair flew backwards with the hot wind and the airflow brought by the flame jets behind him. He wore a mask on his patchy face. , the surface of the mask was depicted as roaring teeth, and heavy breathing erupted from behind the mask.

"Old Joey!" Next to it, another smaller but faster off-road vehicle drove up. The vehicle was quite simple, but it was different from the huge one carrying the huge masked man. The style of the man and the accompanying chariots around him are particularly consistent. In front of the front of the chariot, there is a spike with a human skeleton with arms spread out. Of course, his arms extend on both sides. Lift the metal pipe out.

The driver's seat of the car was strangely placed in the center, and the person sitting there also had pale skin. Next to him, a younger racing barbarian in the passenger seat stretched out from behind the window and sat on the door. Going up to the side of the huge chariot, the man sitting on the throne raised his hands, and his fingers formed a ring above his head.

"Praise you, old Joey, the incarnation of immortality. We have defeated the people of Bullet Farm and captured their transport truck!" "Very well, my children, you have done well. In the Hall of Valor, I will Leave a place for you."

This person named Old Joey, I really don’t want to call him a person, because he is not a person. When he stretches out the four hands behind his back, you will know that he is definitely not a person. One hand almost grew out of the protruding spine, with only four fingers on each hand.

Old Joey took one of his hands from the hanging basket next to the throne and picked up a strange spray can. He shook it and then approached the fanatical young man. His fingers pressed down on the nozzle, and something seemed to melt. The silvery liquid sprayed on the man's face, spraying the entire area around his mouth and open teeth into silver, "I have marked your glory, now, bring me more Many wins."

"Long live! Immortal Joey!" the man shouted, raising his arms and slamming the roof of the car. Next to him, the man sitting in the center driver's seat also let go of the steering wheel in front of him and put his hands on his head. , where he made a circular gesture, which looked like some kind of blessing ceremony, a crude imitation of imperial etiquette.

Old Joey was sitting on the throne on the top of the chariot. Surrounding him were several guards with guns. They stood on the roof of the chariot, and others were hung on the doors on both sides of the chariot. Old Joey was theirs. The leader, their leader, the immortal prophet, he is the leader of a tribe called the "Desert Boys" in this wild land.

They are one of the largest gangs in this wild world. The reason is that they control almost the only known water source on the planet. Old Joey named it Coke Spring. The name comes from the fact that he once came from Among the supplies stolen by the imperial transport team, he drank an ancient formula called Coke, Terra Drink. He believed that it was the most delicious thing God had given to mankind, so he named the spring water after it. .

Old Joey and his war boys controlled the Coke Spring and the water source, and then controlled the desert. Many tribes living here have tried to challenge Old Joey, but they were all defeated by the war tribe he led. In front of them, they will be crushed and eliminated. Those who resist the tribe will become slaves. They will build those "grand" buildings for Old Joey around Coke Spring, as well as the war boys who serve him.

He captured the beautiful women from those tribes, imprisoned them in the mountains of Coke Spring, mated with them, and gave birth to new war boys. These pale-skinned warriors are all his descendants and heirs. , he imitated the God-Emperor in the empire's mouth, and also gave birth to those powerful war angels, as well as their original bodies, and also called himself the Immortal God-Emperor.

This is really cool. I don’t know if the Battle Sisters will use a bolter to express their opinions after hearing this, and then look at his unattractive body, or use a flamethrower, or a stand up.

But the immortal Joey didn’t know this. He ruled this desert very happily, as the emperor here. When he was not galloping in the desert, conquering and capturing slaves, he would be at the top of the towering Coke Spring. In the shady cave of the place he calls his "throne," he overlooks the desert and rules over the slaves below.

After years of fighting, Old Joey has conquered and ruled most of the uninhabited deserts on this planet, making those tribes bow to him. He enjoys this very much. On the condition of spring water, he also came to the oil farm, Bullet The farm provides an important foundation for rule, fuel to drive the chariot forward, and weapons and ammunition needed to maintain rule.

Immortal Joey of Cola Springs, "Fat Man" Sam of Oil Farm, and Jofferson of Bullet Farm, the three of them formed the three rulers of this wild world, and old Joey is the pinnacle of them all. .

Old Joey ruled the desert from that throne, enjoying worship and fear. When the new tribes formed by the deserters, or the surrenders who had half-hearted intentions, wanted to rebel against him, Old Joey would sit on the throne. Driving his chariot, sitting on the throne on the roof of the car, leading the war boys behind him, he went to let them understand what the price of disloyalty was.

Old Joey raised a hand, and the war boys beside him shouted. They raised their guns high and fired wildly at the sky. The sound of gunshots and the roar of tanks spraying flames echoed in the air, " Driver, gallop forward, through the dead rocks, and take me back to Cola Springs."

"Roger, long live, Ihahahahaha!" The man sitting in the cab of the chariot is a fetus with a more serious deformity than everyone here. At least, it looks like a fetus. His body is severely atrophied. The whole figure is like a ball of flesh, with only a pair of large and small eyes, and an extremely disproportionate mouth on his face, but it seems to be a reward for paying a price, which gave him several rather long arms.

He was hung in a basket hanging from the roof of the car, curled up in it, with several long arms stretching around. He was holding the steering wheel with a skull hanging in front of him, and several other hands were pulling down the wrenches and steel pipes around him. As well as other handles made of god-knows-what, as he pulled, the front of the chariot and several jets extending from both sides of the engine cover spit out flames.

Amidst the roar of the engine, Old Joey raised his six arms, including those on the armrests. Each two of his arms were crossed together to form a circle. The war boys around him also raised their hands. , made the same gesture, "Forward! My heirs!"

"Immortal Joey!" In the short car beside him, the boy whose face was sprayed with silver paint by Joey raised his arms high, forming a circle above his head. He looked back and shouted towards the convoys chasing behind him. Shouting, the boys on their cars also responded to his shouts. They raised their arms high and made the same gesture after Joey.

In the center of the convoy of various shapes, on the largest truck behind Joey, there was a stage-like structure. On that stage, there was a man with both legs missing. His body was surrounded by steel frames. Several extended steel cables were hoisted up, and he raised a rock guitar in his hand and strummed the strings crazily. His violent music was accompanied by the flames and blackness erected around him. Smoke filled the motorcade behind Joey Sr.

As they moved forward, a huge convoy drove through the desert. Old Joey sat on the throne and looked at the dead rocks approaching in front of him, "Has our reconnaissance team been here?" "Yes, they haven't. With the warning signal, this place must be safe. Besides, who can challenge the God Emperor of the desert and his war angels?"

Next to Old Joey, the pale boy with a stronger physique, holding a scepter with many skulls hanging on the top, raised Old Joey's war staff and shouted, and there was a burst of roars from the boys around him. , they raised their weapons high, their muzzles roared in the air and fired.

Old Joey nodded and leaned on the throne with all six arms lowered. Only one arm pointed to the side of the war boy whose teeth were spray-painted silver, "My descendant of the Hall of Valor, open the way ahead." "As you command, For the Immortal Emperor Joey! Rush to the Hall of Valor!”

He roared and slapped the roof of the car, and the driver below him roared. He stepped on the accelerator, sat down, and rushed the chariot into the valley. His tires ran over the valley entrance. The gravel and dust raised up a large amount of dust, and behind it, a tall chariot drove in.

Immortal Joey was sitting on the throne. Behind him, the huge convoy shrank because of the narrow valley mouth. They drove into the valley mouth in a column of two vehicles. Old Joey looked at the end of the steep and weathered valley. The towering peak in the distance was Coke Spring, his throne. Old Joey looked at the slaves he had conquered who resisted the tribe and were tied to the chariots behind him.

There are several beautiful girls among them. Old Joey looks at them and smiles. They will become Old Joey's new wives and give birth to new war heirs. From this, his rule will last until the end of time, and he conquers all Who among the rebels can challenge Old Joey’s authority?

As he was thinking, he heard an explosion behind him. Old Joey looked back and saw the war boy who was rushed in front. He flew up among the wreckage of the vehicle, with his arms raised high above his head, in the fierce fire. Middle, torn apart.