Warhammer Inquisitor Chapter 261

Chapter 261 Rise of the Primarch: The Woodland Race

Centus Star is a pleasant, beautiful and refreshing place. It almost perfectly inherits and develops Guilliman's construction ideas. It has a beautiful and developed civilization circle, no heavy pollution, and no steel buildings and streets all over the mountains and plains. , covering most of the planet's land are magnificent virgin forests.

If you want to ask why, probably except for a few plains, most of the virgin forests are full of plants that can eat people and **** knows what kind of beasts? Except that when you walk into the forest, you will get up with the tree trunk, and the environment is not so bad.

At least I think the people of Catachan will like it here, and they have a sense of joy of going home, but as far as I am concerned, I don't really like this kind of place where I have to fight with four or five trees after walking two steps. But you can't say that, because as far as the Catachans are concerned, there will always be some fierce people living in these places, such as here.

On the edge of the small tarmac in the forest, the old administrator sat under his security porch and watched the small TV screen. He raised one leg on the table. Seriously, that leg was completely replaced by a mechanical prosthesis His right leg is particularly conspicuous, and all kinds of crude mechanical structures are combined in a way that can make the priest of the Mechanic Order angry.

Many of the spare parts are very magical. They are probably spliced by using various parts that cannot be assembled together in theory. Seriously, how can this ghost thing work? Is it made of green leather?

The old administrator scratched his head, there was a striking wound on the right side of the skull, and the huge scratches left permanent scars on his head, but what was even more surprising was that since the old administrator was not dead, Well, I'd bet the claws had pretty much ripped the skull out, but he didn't look too bad other than a part of his head was bald.

The old administrator was leaning on the chair and watching the TV program, but his attention was quickly drawn away. The roar of the huge jet engine outside the window attracted the attention of the old administrator. He turned his head and saw the gradually The spindle-shaped shuttle that landed on the ground, that thing looks extremely weird.

The long wing protrudes from the left side, and there is a counterweight engine at the end of the long wing. There is also such a fin-like paddle on the back of the oval-shaped spaceship body, and there are also a few fin-like oars on the cockpit hatch. The steel separated the narrow windows one by one, which looked strange.

But the old administrator didn't feel too strange because of this. After all, most civilian shipyards have limited technical level, so you can't have too high demands on them, can you? It's nice that these guys take off, don't blow up, and don't fall apart after starting the engine.

The old administrator sat up and turned off the TV. He grabbed the large-caliber revolver on the table with his backhand. By the Emperor, I dare say that the caliber of the gun is not too much to call it a shotgun. One shot from the East and West can definitely shatter the skull of a bison.

He opened the door with a revolver in his strong arm full of scars. The old administrator stood outside the small administrator's house and watched the landing shuttle. It fell to the ground, and the engine stopped with a low roar.

The old administrator scratched his chin and walked up, he walked towards the deck of the gradually descending shuttle, and as a burst of white mist sprayed from the vacuum valve, the gray iron hatch gradually fell to the ground .

"There are not many people coming to our place. This is not a place suitable for outsiders to visit, foreigners." The old administrator said standing at the door of the cabin with a cigar in his mouth. The visitor smiled playfully as he stepped off the deck in his silver studded boots.

"But I heard that the environment here is very good, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and fresh and charming air." The man smiled and said as he walked down, the old administrator clamped the cigar with the other hand, and the index finger and ring finger on the palm of his hand It was completely mechanically replaced, apparently the original finger that was there had been pulled out by something.

"We're not here with the sissies from other places, especially the guys from the city. You should go to the capital Xinggang." The old administrator pointed at Vito with a cigar in his hand, and the latter shrugged and smiled. As he walked, the laser pistol hanging on his waist also swayed up and down.

"There is a plague in the capital, the plague of tears, I think you have heard of it, so I landed here." Vito smiled jokingly and came to the old official, who took a sip of his cigar and exhaled a faint smoke , he looked at the skyline of the forest not far away, where the magnificent buildings in the distance were faintly visible in the clouds.

The old administrator's face was unshaven, and he put his arms that could kill a bear with his bare hands on his hips, “The sissies in the city were infected because they were too weak. Just one case of illness here No? Plague of tears? Who would cry over that **** thing."

Vito smiled and nodded slightly, he took out a digital card from his pocket and handed it to the old administrator, "My boat is out of fuel, fill it up for me, how about the remaining money in it as my gratitude? "

"I don't need your charity, outsider, we real Centus people don't need charity, use your money to buy something else." The old administrator said and took the card, and Vito looked at him with satisfaction. Smiling, he crossed his arms and thought meaningfully, then shrugged.

"Okay, then buy some news, can you tell me if there are any major events in your locality recently? You know, daily pastimes in the forest, or religious activities or something."

"What? Religion? Fuck his grandma, we don't believe in any gods, we only believe in this." The old administrator raised his super-caliber revolver, and he slammed the trigger bolt, and his fingers were also on the On the trigger, that is the most dangerous way to hold a gun. It does not consider the safety of fire at all. It has to be said that the folk customs are sturdy.

Vito looked at the revolver with a strange expression, he smiled helplessly and pushed away the barrel that was about to hit him, "I dare say that the state church will definitely have a big opinion on this."

"Then let those **** **** come here, especially those missionaries in white robes, who are nagging every day, can their beliefs still be bulletproof?" the administrator said, spinning the revolver, Very straightforwardly speaking of this absolutely heretical statement, I don't know if he would reconsider and reorganize the language if he knew who Vito was.

But Vito doesn't care about their local beliefs now, and he didn't come here for this. Vito smiled and looked around the small buildings in the surrounding forest settlements with his hands on his hips. Any big events? Something worth mentioning."

The old administrator rubbed his chin in thought, the cigarette between his fingers was emitting faint smoke, after some thought, he nodded and pointed to a corner of the airport, "Over there, what kind of recruitment activity is going on outside the town, Where are the boys?"

"Recruitment activities? Recruitment or something?" Vito asked suspiciously. The old administrator gave a disdainful shrug, and he took a sip of his cigar with extreme contempt. In the open space to the east, it is said that they are digging some **** mine or something, and they came to our place to recruit security, it seems that their other partners have been attacked recently."

Vito raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled jokingly. Well, it seems that his luck is still as good as ever. The clue came just after landing. He smiled jokingly and faced the old administrator, "Have you seen their people? They How does it look?"

"How else? A group of arrogant idiots, especially the leader, who has the ghostly virtue of an idiot aristocrat. If he didn't pay a good price, who would want to work for him." The old administrator waved his pistol impatiently , the boredom on that face was clearly visible.

"But the girl the guy brought was pretty good, a silver-haired chick, and many of the boys went for her."

Vito patted the administrator on the shoulder and smiled, and then walked to the exit of the airport. The old administrator turned his head to look at Vito's back, raised his eyebrows and thought for a moment, then he rolled his eyes and put the cigar in his mouth Li muttered, "Never mind it, the outlander's shit." Then he walked to the fuel tank on the side.

Vito walked on the street outside the airport fence, his eyes looked at the surrounding forest buildings, the buildings here look like they are old, the oval roofs are obviously designed to prevent the rainwater from squeezing, Hunting nets, steel spears and lasguns hung on the solid outer walls.

In a market supported by a huge canvas next to the building, there are hanging beasts everywhere. The butchers use machetes of amazing size to disembowel and slaughter the beasts, killing them into different pieces of meat, while the fur is It is specially peeled off and wrapped into long strips and stacked together.

Vito saw a local man wearing a jacket holding a data panel to record the number and type of furs. After confirming, he greeted the boys beside him to carry away those expensive furs, and they would pack them into trucks , and then shipped to the port and sold to merchants in the capital.

Eventually those pelts will become the clothes, scarves and ornaments of some noble ladies and ladies, and the locals will get paid, and they will use the money to buy new hunting weapons with "nasty outlanders", Utensils and daily necessities, just like the Catachans, exchange the value of their own specialties for industrial supplies of the civilized world.

Vito walks through the slaughterhouse, his boots stepping forward through the blood-soaked mud, the sticky ground is slippery and swirling under his feet, if it is the rich and powerful in the city, they may have to complain about their boots and trouser legs by now Dirty, but Vito isn't one of those dignitaries, he doesn't complain like that bunch of bastards.

Vito walked through the streets of the town, and walked out from the high wall gate at the end of the town. Just after walking out of the town gate, the magnificent virgin forest came into view. A settlement was forcibly dug out of the woodland, and the primitive jungle that surrounded everything was the main body of this planet.

Vito heard the noise outside the town, his eyes looked there, and immediately noticed the local young people gathered on the edge of the virgin forest road. They all looked quite young, with guns and machetes on their backs. Yelling at each other, in short, it's the kind that looks very idle.

Vito smiled and walked towards the crowd from one side. He quickly blended into the crowd and looked at the person standing on the tree vine. He was obviously not from the town. A pair of military boots were worn on the trousers, and these protective armored wrist guards, arm guards and leg guards hung from his body.

He straddled a pistol and yelled at the young men, and he yelled at them to be quiet, "Okay, okay, all quiet! We'll start right away."

The young people looked at him and still discussed, but obviously this would not affect the man to continue talking, he cleared his throat and stood on the tree man with his hands on his hips, "We will have a selection match here today, lucky to win The boys will get a job! Guards at Mr. Bardock's factory! Good pay and plenty of money."

"There are also beauties!" A young man shouted, everyone laughed, they whistled and cheered one after another, and the guard in charge of recruitment smiled and waved, "Yes, I didn't see the beautiful Miss Teresia, as an added bonus, let's get started now."

"Who volunteers to come first?" asked the guard, and immediately a young man stepped forward, raising his spear and shouting loudly.

"I! I'm coming!" He said proudly, the idle young people cheered and cheered, and the recruiter smiled jokingly and nodded slightly, "Who else? And that brave man."

"Me." Vito said in the crowd, he said before everyone could speak, everyone looked at him suspiciously, Vito had already walked out of the crowd, he walked in front of the recruiter, behind him Local young people protested.

"He's a foreigner! He can't stand for the election!" One person shouted, and soon someone reconsidered. Vito smiled at them jokingly, and then turned to look at the recruiter.

"Is there a rule that only locals can run? I don't think so." Vito said with a smile, the young people looked at each other, and the recruiter shrugged, "No, there is no such rule, I think you can run .”

The young man who wanted to compete with Vito snorted, and he looked up proudly at his companions, "Don't worry guys, this outlander will die in the woods, this is our territory, only we can succeed! "

The young people cheered and hissed disparagingly at Vito, and Vito looked at them mockingly, the contemptuous look in his eyes was quite annoying, "Did you shoot with your mouth? That's what you You're not that good with a shot, you little brats."

His sarcasm made everyone shout angrily, but their shouts did not affect Vito, he turned to look at the selector, "What are the rules?"

The selector looked at Vito jokingly, and was obviously interested. He put his hands on his hips and pointed to the bottomless woodland with a smile, "At the end of the direction I pointed, there are many targets along the way. You need to go all the way safely. While walking through the woodland, hit those targets, and finally reach the button at the end, then press it, and the servo skull will record everything on the side, and then add up the score, and the person with the highest overall score is the winner."

"Before you two leave, I need to know your names, if possible." The recruiter looked at Vito and the young man on the rock and said, Vito smiled at him and nodded slightly.

"My name is Arthur Constantine, let's get started." Vito said with a smile and pulled out two laser guns from his waist. He held guns in both hands like a cowboy, which impressed the recruiters again and again. Nod, but the young man he was competing with was less refined.

He spat on the ground, and the young man grabbed the bolt of his gun and clenched his fists yelling at Vito, "I'm Samir Karl, and I'm the one who will win! Remember the outlanders! I'm the one!" who will win."

Vito glanced at him sarcastically, "Then let us wait and see, Samir Karl."

The sarcasm in his eyes made the young man very angry. Vito turned his head to look at the woodland and nodded to the recruiter. The latter also nodded and raised a hand, "Get ready, start!"

With the hand of the recruiter slamming Vito and stepping out, he rushed into the woodland before the young man had time to react. His speed was astonishingly fast, and Vito had already fired the first shot in the woodland. He turned his head and looked at the young man sarcastically, "If you want to win, you'd better move. If you're ready to admit defeat, now is the time, so you won't look so ashamed, Samir."

He cursed angrily, and the irritable guy rushed into the forest with a gun in his hand. Vito looked at him and smiled jokingly, then raised his guns and rushed into the depths of the dark forest.

(end of this chapter)

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