Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

The sun rose quickly, and the scorching sun cast dazzling hot sunlight high in the sky. They shone on the hunter's arms and forehead. In just a brief moment of exposure, the hunter's head was already covered with There were beads of sweat the size of peas, and he felt a stinging and hoarseness in his throat, and his skin was also burning.

But he couldn't put on his helmet. Yes, he should, but now was not a good time. The hunter stood on the sand beside the truck and looked at the people on the dune in front of him.

They stood on the high sandy slope, aiming their guns at the people beside the truck. The hunter looked around at the mysterious people. They all wore hoods, tight clothes and cloaks. His face was also wrapped with a scarf, leaving only a pair of eyes wearing goggles exposed.

Those eyes were hidden in the sun. Under the mirror that reflected the bright beam of light on one side, there was only the black muzzle of the gun, standing like a slender barrel like a spear under the hot light of the sun.

The muzzles of those guns were smooth and clean, like snow-white spears. Those wearing cloaks were holding them, and underneath the cloaks were exposed pieces of armor that looked like some kind of armor. They were all white. Surrounding the chest is a phoenix spreading its wings.

The King of Destruction threw away the bucket. The water spilled under his feet had long been swallowed up by the desert. He grabbed the machine gun hanging by his leg and raised the muzzle to point at the people on the sand dunes above. Suddenly, a dull roar instantly attracted people. The attention of the King of Destruction and his comrades behind him looked towards the sand dunes aside.

The source of those roaring sounds appeared on the sand dunes. They were some kind of giant lizards that walked on two legs. They were as tall as a salamander. Their strong bodies were covered with muscles full of scales, layers of scales. Sparkling in the sunlight, slender and short claws hang down on their chests, and the sharp barbed claws can disembowel a fully armed warrior in an instant.

Thick sebum covered the slender heads, and their bloody mouths were dripping with sticky saliva. A pair of huge horns snaked out from the top of their heads, and the ends of the curved horns were covered with The reins connect and fix the reins below and the mount bag on the back.

Their riders sat on the backs of the beasts, with their legs on the saddle straps, standing upright and aiming their slender shotguns at the group of hunters below. The latter immediately pressed the pistols on their waists, and the beasts Immediately aware of this move, he opened his huge mouth and let out a deafening roar from behind his sharp teeth.

Those riders were obviously well-trained. They completed a tight encirclement in a short period of time. The hunters looked at the bipedal beasts that were ready to move. They threw the ground with their strong legs and feet, exhaling hot breath from their bloody mouths. Those eyes were staring at the hunters, as if they were about to tear them into pieces at the next moment.

The hunter thought for a while and then let go of his gun. He signaled the King of Destruction to put down his gun as well. The latter looked at the hunter and then at the roaring bipedal beasts before putting down his gun.

The sight was lowered and the muzzle of the gun was lowered as he trotted over. He was wearing a cloak and was swept up by the heat wave on the increasingly hot sand. He was wearing a helmet and his face was hidden under the translucent glass cover. He looked like those mysterious people. Quite similar.

"What's the situation?" the hunter asked. As the crosshair came forward, he scanned the people surrounding them with vigilant eyes. "I shot at a person, but he didn't die."

This explains everything. The crosshair never misses. The hunter knows that if he wants a person's head to be shot through, that person will definitely die. But if he misses, the hunter knows that those who can make the crosshair miss will be What kind of existence.

He turned his sweaty face and looked up at the people on the sand dunes. The hunter tried to figure out who they were, but it was useless. Their faces were tightly hidden, but they could See the hunters and their every move clearly through the goggles.

Yarick's mechanical arm moved slightly, attracting a large number of aimed guns. Those weapons seemed to be more weapons than the previous weapons of the desert barbarians.

"What do you think?" the hunter asked the crosshair behind him. The latter came closer and whispered softly in the hunter's ear, as if to prevent those with keen senses from hearing, "Do their weapons look like they were pieced together randomly?" The assembly, buckle and magazine are complete, there is no dust in the barrel and it appears to have been maintained.”

"There are not many people here who know how to maintain weapons."

"Who do you think they are? The remaining imperial power in the local area?"

"No, no, the empire doesn't have soldiers riding bipedal war beasts. It's possible that the planet's defense force is there, but they definitely don't look like a defense force."

"Then who are they?"

"Do you still remember the people in the information the technician told us before? Those..."

The hunter said, and then was suddenly interrupted. There was a loud shout, and a man walked down the sand dune. Behind him were several armed men. They approached slowly, and the sand slope was at their feet. Landslide, just like a tall building about to collapse.

But the sand dunes will not collapse. With those footprints that are conspicuous in the sun, the wind and sand will soon bury those marks. Sandstorms may have gathered on the horizon. This is not a good place for both parties. This is so, so the other party is obviously determined to interrupt the confrontation and solve the problem in a more direct way.

Fortunately, they seemed to choose to talk. Hunter signaled Destroyer to put down the gun, and the latter did so. Hunter turned his head to look at the crosshairs, "Tell the technician to take care of the commander, I'll handle this." "You don't speak their language." "Then you'd better pray that we can reach an agreement. If the situation is not right, you know what to do." "Understood." Crosshairs replied, his finger gently pressed on the trigger. He hid the back half of the sniper rifle under the cloak and stood behind Hunter, while Hunter went up to the man who was approaching. The two met at the edge of the desert ground beside the truck. The armed men behind the man spread out around. They stood by with guns like Crosshairs and Destroyer, and the others walked further away, approached the truck, and checked the parts around the armored vehicle. The windows of the truck had been closed, and everything inside was unknown to the outside. The armed men carefully and vigilantly checked every corner of the truck, especially those places where guns might be hidden. After they reviewed it, they nodded over here, and the man with a hood and a headscarf on his face looked at the hunter.

"Taylor, Monta, Rita." He said this, obviously in the local language, but the hunter felt familiar, as if he had passed by somewhere, but he just couldn't remember where it was. But one thing is certain, the memory that can be recalled at this time is definitely not a good thing.

The hunter put his hands behind his back and made a gesture. The crosshairs looked at the hunter's gesture, and his finger quietly pressed on the trigger and he took a step forward and approached behind the hunter.

"I am the captain of the Imperial Astra Militarum, a special team of stormtroopers. You can call me Hunter. Behind me are my team members. We came here in the name of the Supreme Marshal to scout and find out the alien invaders who invaded this planet. We have no interest in your land and rule, and we have no intention of interfering." The hunter responded, and the man tilted his head in confusion. He didn't understand, obviously, but this was not what the hunter expected. He continued and gestured to the truck behind him, "This truck was taken from a local desert raider. Maybe they are enemies of you, but believe me, we have nothing to do with them. There are locals in the car, and they can testify for us." When the hunter gestured to the truck, the man looked up and gestured to his men beside the car. He jumped on the truck and opened the armored window blocking it. After he pulled it twice and failed to open it, he pulled out a scimitar from the cloak behind his waist and pried it open directly. In the window, a black muzzle of a gun was waiting for him. Echo extended the barrel of his gun from inside, pointing the muzzle at the man's chest. He was startled and then jumped back suddenly. The man flipped backwards in the air with amazing agility and landed on the ground. He grabbed the barrel of the gun and aimed at Echo in the car. His companions around him also raised their muzzles.

Not only that, this seemed to be a chain reaction. All the people on the surrounding sand dunes raised their guns and aimed at Echo in unison. The bipedal mounts they sat on gave a deafening roar, and their sharp fangs vibrated in their mouths along with the roar.

The man in front of the hunter immediately took a step back. He pulled out the pistol on his waist and aimed at the hunter's head. The latter's crosshairs behind him also instantly raised the muzzle and aimed at the man's head. Almost at the same time, several guns also pointed at the crosshairs, but he didn't even look at them. In his eyes, there was only the crosshairs aimed at the hunter's head.

The bipedal war beasts following behind them immediately stepped forward, opening their huge mouths towards the hunters, their long tongues trembling with roars, and their short claws that seemed to be hunched on their abdomens instantly raised up, becoming as straight and sharp as long knives, with sharp claws flashing a cold light.

The beasts rushed towards the hunters, biting their heads with their huge mouths, and the latter pulled out his pistol and aimed at the bipedal war beasts that were rushing towards them.

"Chivasus! An, Draing!" Suddenly the door of the truck's cab was opened, and the slave girl jumped out there. She looked around at the mysterious dune people around her, and then ran towards the mysterious man in front of the hunter.

The man suddenly raised a fist, and the two war beasts behind him stopped instantly. They stopped behind the man, but they still did not calm down. They bent down, swung their tall bodies and roared at the hunter with their huge mouths, and their huge claws dug in the sand, and their razor-like claws swung back and forth on both sides of the man.

The hunter looked at the girl, came to the man, and talked to him using sign language. The hunter didn't understand what they were saying. She reached out to a tall war beast, which bent down and let her touch the side of its head like a docile hound, and scratched its lower part.

The girl held the war beast's head, then raised her head and spoke quickly to the mysterious man. The hunter frowned at them, glanced at the war beasts that were not moving forward, and put away his pistol. He turned around and saw the technician jumping down.

"Shouldn't you take care of the commander in there?" asked the crosshairs. At the hunter's signal, he put down the muzzle of the gun so that the man could concentrate on talking to the little girl. The technician also looked over there, "The commander's condition has stabilized, she will be fine, and besides, I can't do anything there."

"Oh, her condition is not good at all." A mysterious voice suddenly came from the technician and the crosshairs. They looked over and saw the man with a face like a mirror.