Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

The smoking corpse was lying on the ground. It was a severely mutated human body, with three thick and knotted arms. Half of the head was completely exploded, and half of the skull and brain tissue were lying limply on the ground. The eyeballs , floating on those disgusting viscous liquids.

He was lying on the ground, but he didn't seem to be dead. His fingers twitched on the ground and he leaned towards the machine gun. But just as the finger stretched out, his head was shot again and it completely exploded. Rotten meat everywhere.

Yeta stood next to the corpse, holding the smoking laser pistol. He raised his head and looked around the messy valley. The rugged rocks here collapsed everywhere and piled up in the valley, crushing and burying the vehicles. Arm after arm Stretching out from it, Yeta passed between the burning vehicles holding a gun.

She stepped over the bumper on the ground and glanced left and right at the smoky valley. She walked forward among the weathered rocks burning with fire and black smoke, and found the remaining people outside the valley. They were all Already gathered here, the King of Destruction leaned against the exit of the valley with a machine gun in his hand and greeted Ye Ta, who was the last one to come out.

She raised her hand in protective armor and waved to the King of Destruction, then looked at the guy with all his arms cut off. He was dragged down from the chariot driven back by Yarick, and his huge body fell from the height. He hit the ground everywhere, and amid a burst of curses, his legs kicked around on the ground, and he was dragged over by Yarick.

After the door of the cab was pushed open, the hunter jumped out. He inserted his pistol into the holster and followed Yarick, who was dragging the enemy, to several people. The local warlord leader was suddenly He was thrown onto the tire of the car, hit the back of his head hard on it, and then leaned against the car.

He raised his head, his slightly sickly yellow eyes, above the fanged mask on his face, glared fiercely at Yarick, who looked at him with his hands folded in front of him, "What's your name?" "Qi" Ha! Badkumar!”

Obviously, he didn't speak Gothic, neither high nor low. Yarick and the hunter looked at each other, and the latter gestured to the technician. The latter walked over automatically, took off the scanning mask above his head, and closed it. In front of me, rows of loading data quickly began to appear on the translucent glass, and then the technician spoke.

He communicated with the local warlord, and the technician used the same language as him. But obviously, it was not because the technician knew that language, but because of the translator on his mask. His words were read piece by piece on the interface. After the translation, everything was converted into the local language, and the warlord's words were translated piece by piece on the screen in front of him.

"He said he was the leader of the local "Desert War Tribe", and he called himself Immortal Joey, but it seems that he thought that we were city-state people, that is, the residents of the original nest, here to destroy his kingdom."

The technician listened for a while and summarized the big words into part of the stage, explaining his meaning simply and clearly. The hunter held his hands in his arms and looked at the warlord who had a fight with him on the roof of the car. All the ends were cut off by the power claws, but it seemed that due to some kind of healing ability that was suitable for ordinary people, his wounds had basically healed.

Is this caused by mutation, some relatively positive mutation, or is this local barbarian tribe undergoing some kind of ecological transformation? The hunter was elusive, but at the moment, this was not a very urgent question, "Tell him that we have no interest in destroying his ruling order. We want to know where those greenskins and orcs are."

The technician nodded and began to translate, but this time his argument with the warlord became very long, protracted and tiresome. The crosshairs snorted in disgust and walked up with a sniper rifle, "Have you told him about us? mean?"

"There is no accurate vocabulary for orcs in the local language. I can only use more suitable words to explain, such as war, mutant individuals, barbarism, etc., but it seems that he thinks this is describing them."

"Ha! That does seem to be the case." "This is a trouble, King of Destruction. Don't be too quick to be happy. If this barbarian can't understand what we mean, everything just now will be in vain." "Echo said it right. Yes, we must learn something from him, technician, and continue to communicate with him until the mission is completed."

The hunter ordered, and the technician nodded, and continued to communicate with the warlord in the rough accent of the locals. It was like the sound of some kind of sandpaper, which made people feel pure barbarism, primitiveness, and unreasonable. , Yeta stared at him, with one hand on his hip and a disgusted expression.

Because she didn't want to look at this barbaric warlord again, she looked back in the direction of the valley. The tanks there were still burning. Among all the destroyed vehicles, the truck was still intact, including the one on it. In the cage where the slaves were held, the local slaves were in the cage, looking towards them.

"What should they do?" Yeta asked. Several people in the team looked at each other, and then the hunter answered, "You are the commander, you make the decision." "If you ask me, we should release them as a measure. , the responsibility of the imperial government? In any case, they are still our compatriots.”

"I'm skeptical about their genes. Considering the genetic mutations of the savages we eliminated, I'm afraid I'm not too optimistic." Echo interjected, and he raised the laser pistol in his hand, "If you want me Said, what really needs to be done is to purify them.”

"Killing civilians? I don't like this." "No one wants you to like it, King of Destruction. This is your mission. Good soldiers, obey orders." The crosshair pointed at the King of Destruction with a toothpick in his mouth. The latter raised his head and snorted, The hunter looked at the two of them and thought for a moment, then looked at Yeta again, "You are the commander, you decide."

Yeta looked at the slave and hesitated for a long time. She looked carefully at the woman closest to the edge of the cage. Her skin was darker, more like the color of chocolate, and her big amber eyes looked in the distance. Looking at Yeta, she was silent for a while and then looked at everyone, "Let's release them, that is, find some allies who can cooperate. Here, with the help of local people, at least it will be beneficial, what do you think?" political commissar."

Yarick nodded, "There is a certain truth. The Emperor taught us to hate aliens and mutations, but what is really important is that to win for him, we need the help of the locals."

"Then let's go by what you two said, Echo, King of Destruction, you guys go over there with the commander, aim your sights, find high places, around the realm, and any approaching targets. If you think there is danger, just shoot." The hunter quickly issued the order. After giving the order, the team members under his command nodded and quickly went to their positions.

Yeta led them back to the valley. After walking in, Crosshair quickly climbed up the hillside with a sniper rifle on his back. Yeta, wearing the King of Destruction and Echo, came to the truck. It was parked at Bodies were strewn among the rubble and burning chariots, and slaves were in cages, hanging from the sides of trucks and tied with chains.

They came to the cage, and Yeta looked at the dozens of slaves inside. They were obviously very scared, watching Yeta retreat, and when the King of Destruction and Echo came over with guns in hand, they screamed in even more fear. , and quickly hid towards the inside of the cage. These slaves seemed to be very different from the predators. Their skin was darker, there was no paint on their faces, and they had black hair and amber eyes.

"They don't seem to have mutated." Destruction King said with his machine gun on his shoulder. Echo scanned them carefully, "Indeed they haven't. It's really strange. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be."

"Stop it now, let's release them first." Yeta looked at the slaves. She could see obvious emotional energy emerging from their bodies. It was a panic and nervous energy reaction. They were very nervous. Fear these men in armor.

Yeta pondered for a while, then raised his hand to hold his helmet. As he turned it sideways, the lower buckle opened outwards. A burst of cold air spurted out from the gap in the helmet, raising a white cloud in the surrounding air. smoke.

"Commander, the environment here" "I know the echo, just for a while, it'll be fine as long as it doesn't last long. I asked the technician." Yeta took off the helmet, and she shook her hair, which was originally coiled up. The long red hair on top of her head had spread out during the battle, and when the helmet was taken off, it completely lost its restraints and flew everywhere behind her head.

Ye Ta put aside the red hair in front of his forehead, "Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you. You see, I am also a human being. I have no claws or teeth, just like you."

Yeta said, but the psychic reactions of the slaves were still fearful. She thought for a while and came up with a way. She pressed the gem button in the center of the armor. After it became dark, the armor on her body quickly It was cut around, and soon all the hard outer edges of the armor were opened, revealing Yeta's body. She put her hands in tight black gloves into the cage.

The slaves among them looked at each other. Soon, a local dark-skinned girl came closer. She carefully approached Ye Ta and stretched out her hand. After hesitating for several times, her hand finally connected with Ye Ta's, but The moment the two hands held each other, a spiritual power burst out from them.

The girl raised her head in surprise. There was no fear in her eyes, and the emotional force field released behind her turned into a steady burst of light blue smoke. Yeta smiled at her, and then let go of her hand, "Don't be afraid, we are here to help you."

Echo looked at Ye Ta in surprise, with a strange expression on his face behind the glass cover, "Do you know their language?" "No, I don't, but I just had an idea. If psychic energy can connect me to the machine soul, Then, maybe I can connect with her soul and understand some things, such as their language." "Ah, you mean reading minds?" "That's right, I guess, okay, King of Destruction. , help me.”

The local girl in the cage seemed to understand Yeta's words. She turned around and explained to her compatriots. Soon they also relaxed. Yeta used his gun to break the chains that tied the cage. The King of Destruction smashed it on the other side, and the door of the iron cage quickly fell down.

Yeta reached out and hugged the slave girl who jumped down. They smiled at each other. Then Yeta and the King of Destruction helped more weak slaves leave the cage. Those slaves who came down turned to help them. The other compatriots, and soon all of them came down.

"Okay, everyone, come with me, let's get out of here." Yeta waved to them. She was already sweating profusely, and her red hair was wet with sweat, but the slaves followed her and headed towards the Head to the exit of the valley.

"You should put your armor back on." "Don't do that yet. If I put on my armor, my psychic perception will be affected, and they will be afraid of us again, and all our efforts will be in vain. Remember? We need their help." "I doubt it. These natives, if it were me, would not expose my back to them." "Okay, Echo, they don't have weapons or guns, there's nothing to worry about. I hope the technician has finished talking." Yeta wiped the sweat from her forehead. She led the slaves behind her and walked out of the valley with black smoke, heading towards the chariot. There seemed to be some kind of quarrel going on there. The warlord stood up and argued loudly with the technician. "I am not a subject of your emperor, I am the emperor! I am the real emperor!" The warlord shouted loudly, and the technician translated his words, but it was less appropriate, but it didn't affect anything, you can see it from his face. Yarik, who was arguing with him, stepped forward and pointed his power claw at him, "You are not the emperor, barbarian, how dare you pretend to be him here?"

"I am the emperor of this land, I am the master here, you thieves and invaders!" "This is the emperor's land, you are a thief, a coward, you can only associate with these wild dogs and capture slaves to maintain your ridiculous control, you are like a clown, I can easily destroy you." "Then give it a try! I am the immortal Joey, I am the immortal ruler of this land!"

Yeta looked at Yarik who was arguing with the warlord. She didn't know what they were arguing about, but it was obviously not a very happy topic. She turned around and released her psychic energy, ready to talk to the slaves behind her, but at the moment when her psychic perception was released, she noticed something.

On the side, on the sand, the war boy with the hunter's dagger stuck in his face climbed up. He was not dead. The man raised the war staff in his hand. The local predator's skull on the top of the staff was opened downwards, and a gun muzzle stretched out from it. The gun was not their inferior weapon, but something that released psychic power.

The man pulled the trigger at the end of the staff, and the muzzle made a puff and fired a purple beam of light towards Yarik. The latter seemed to immediately notice something. He turned around and blocked the power claw in front of him. The beam of light pierced the tip of his claw at once, and the claw broke off from the palm.

The warlord took this opportunity to pounce on Yarik. The political commissar turned back suddenly and punched him in the abdomen with the human hand, causing the warlord to spit saliva and retreat, but he roared and suddenly spit out a slender tongue from his mouth. The long tongue was covered with a large number of spikes.

"Creature of Chaos!" Yarik shouted, without hesitation. He took a step forward to dodge the stabbing tongue, dodged to the side, and the last claw on the power claw suddenly pierced the warlord's chest. He didn't give the man any chance to react. He stepped back and pulled out the claw, and before his tongue attacked, he cut off his head with one claw.

The war boy holding the scepter in the desert was also shot in the head by the hunter who quickly pulled out his pistol and shot him accurately from a long distance. This time his head was completely blown up.

The warlord's head fell to the ground, and his eyes saw Yeta. He knew her identity, so he used the last bit of thought in his brain to drive the tongue and spit out the tongue at Yeta. The tongue covered with spikes and chaos power stabbed towards Yeta.