MTL - Warhammer Inquisitor-Chapter 602 king of the desert

  Chapter 602 The King of the Desert

The wheels rolled over the sand. Its huge body was far larger than normal vehicles. There were circles of spiked iron chains wrapped around its surface. It rotated on the sand, constantly spraying Large strands of yellow sand flew out from between the human bones hanging at the end.

On the surface of the tall chariot, those metal covers, as well as the external platforms and railings, were all burnt red by the sun. They released billowing heat and reflected the dazzling sunlight. Any sensible person would not Galloping here, but obviously the owner of this hand is not wise.

Those are a pair of snow-white hands that are completely out of contrast with the surrounding environment, and the skin surface is pale. Its owner is standing by the side of the chariot, one hand is grasping on the burning red metal handrail, and the other hand is waving. In the air outside the car door, the whole body kept raising its arms and roaring.

The raised yellow sand blows past his naked skin. He is covered in snow-white, with a large number of eye-catching runes tattooed on the surface of his skin with a branding iron. On his face, there is also a eye-catching band of black paint, which is smeared on this place. The pale face of the man passed between the eyes, like some kind of tribal totem.

As a matter of fact, it is true, he opened his toothless mouth and shouted, and in front of him was a man with three hands, one hand grasping the welded armrest of the car door, the other He raised his hands high, holding two machetes in his hands and swung them with the wind, almost hitting the people on the roof of the car.

It was a platform seat that was rudely welded on the top of this huge car body, where there were many similar skin failures, with bare arms and upper body, wearing only a pair of black leather pants, holding various crude weapons in their hands The original predators, they seem to be the technological barbarians in the desert before the war of unification of Terra, they open their missing teeth and growl with deformed mouths, and around their bodies, twisted and deformed arms are also in the sun hold it high.

Their heads are smaller. Compared with normal humans, the bones on the top of their heads and forehead are thicker and thicker, as if there is an armor on their heads. There are a large number of dark spots, as well as the radiation puffy part covered up with white fuel and powder.

But it seems that that didn't make them feel pain, at least I didn't see it. The people they hung on both sides of the chariot raised those inferior guns in the air, and fired at the sky. Roaring, causing dazzling flames to spray out from the three smoke exhaust ports standing high at the rear of the car body.

In front of the three fire-breathing tall pillars is a throne placed on the roof, at least it looks like a throne. It is made of several welded metal pipes to form four corner pillars. 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 decomposed.

Their stench, mixed in the several exhaust grids on the top of the chariot, and the acrid smell of fuel sprayed out, rushed towards the burly body sitting on the throne. He sat there with thick arms. It is full of runes, protruding blood vessels, and scars. On the abdomen of his bloated body is a lump of limp belly. The disproportionately bloated flesh hangs on his abdomen and hangs down on his knees, but it is also more prominent For his size.

The man's head was resting on several fire pipes behind him, his pale hair was flying backwards with the hot wind and the airflow brought by the flame jets behind him, and his face covered with plaques was wearing a mask , the surface of the mask was portrayed as roaring teeth, and the sound of heavy breathing erupted from behind the mask.

"Old Joey!" On the side, another smaller but faster dry land off-road vehicle drove up. The style of the man and the chariots around him are very consistent. In front of the chariot, there is a spike on which is pierced with a human bone with arms outstretched. Of course, his arms are extended on both sides. out of the metal tube lifted up.

The driver's seat of that car was strangely placed in the center, and the person sitting there was also pale-skinned. A younger racing barbarian in the co-pilot next to him 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 seized their transport cart!" "Very well, my children, you have done well. In the Hall of Valor, I will Leave a place for you."

This man called Old Joey, I really don’t want to call him a person, because he is not a person. When he stretches out his four hands closer to his back, you will know that he is definitely not a person. The hands almost grew out of the protruding spine, and there were only four fingers on each hand.

Old Joey, taking one of his hands from the hanging basket by the throne, picked up a strange aerosol can, and after shaking it a bit he approached the fanatical young man, his fingers pressing down on the nozzle, something that seemed to melt The liquid like silver water was sprayed on the man's face, spraying his entire mouth and open teeth into silver, "I have marked the glory for you, now, bring me more Lots of victories."

"Long live! Undead Joey!" The man shouted, raised his arms and slapped the roof of the car violently, and the man sitting beside him in the center driver's seat also let go of the steering wheel in front of him, arching his hands above his head , making a circular gesture there, which looks like some kind of blessing ceremony, a crude imitation of imperial etiquette.

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

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. Among the supplies robbed by the imperial transport team, he drank an ancient formula called cola, Terra drink. He believed that it was the most delicious thing that God bestowed on mankind, so he named the spring water after this .

Old Joey and these war boys under him controlled the Cole Spring, controlled the water source, and controlled the desert. Many tribes living here tried to challenge Old Joey, but they were all under the leadership of the war tribe he led. In front of them, those who resisted the tribe would become slaves and build those "magnificent" buildings for Old Joey around the Cole Spring, as well as the war boys who served him.

From those tribes, the beautiful women captured them, imprisoned them in the high mountains of Kelequan, mated with them, and gave birth to those new war boys, these pale-skinned warriors, are his descendants and heirs , He imitated the **** emperor in the mouth of the empire, and also gave birth to those powerful war angels, as well as their original body, and also called himself the immortal **** emperor.

This is really er, I don't know if the battle sisters hear about this, and look at his... not very eye-catching body, will they use a bolter to express their opinions, or use a flamethrower, or something stand up.

But the undead Joey doesn't know this, he is very happy to rule this desert, here in front of the emperor, when he is not galloping in the desert, fighting and capturing slaves, he will be at the top of the towering Cole Spring In the shady caverns of his kingdom, in what he called his "throne," overlooking the desert, ruled over the slaves below.

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

Undead Joey from Cola Springs, "Fatty" Sam from Oil Farm, and Jefferson from Bullet Farm, the three of them formed this wild world. Today, there are three rulers on the earth, and Old Joey is the pinnacle of them .

Old Joey ruled the desert on that throne, enjoying the offerings and fear, and when the new tribes formed by the deserters in those deserts, or the submissives who had sprouted their hearts, wanted to rebel against him, Old Joey would sit on the throne. Leading his chariot, sitting on the throne on the roof, leading the war boys behind him, to let them understand what the price of infidelity is.

Old Joey raised a hand, and the war boys beside him shouted one after another. They raised their guns high and fired wildly at the sky. Members, gallop forward, through the dead stone, and bring me back to Kelequan."

"Got it, long live, Ihahahahaha!" The person sitting in the cab of the chariot was a fetus with a more severe deformity than anyone else here, at least, it looked like a fetus, his body was severely atrophied, The whole person is like a meatball, with only a pair of large and small eyes, and an extremely disproportionate mouth on his face, but it seems to be a price in return, which makes him have a few rather long arms.

He was hung in a basket hanging from the roof of the car, curled up in it, several long arms stretched around, he held the steering wheel with a skull hanging in front of him, and other hands pulled down those wrenches, steel pipes As well as other handles made of who knows what, as he pulled, the front of the chariot, from the several nozzles extending from the sides of the hood, flames spewed out.

Amidst the explosive roar of the engine, Old Joey raised his six arms, including those on the armrest. Each of his arms was crossed together to form a circle, and the war boys around him also raised their hands. , making the same gesture, "Forward! My sons!"

"Undead Joey!" On 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 at the chasing convoy. Shouting, the boys on their car also responded to his shouting. They raised their arms high and chased after Joey and made the same gesture.

In the center of the convoy of various shapes, on the largest truck behind Joey, a structure similar to a stage was built. On that stage, there was a man with no legs, and his body was surrounded by steel frames. The extended steel cables were hoisted up, and I raised a rock guitar in my hand, frantically playing the strings, his violent music, accompanied by the flames standing up all around, the flames and black Smoke filled the convoy behind Old Joey.

They moved forward all the way, the huge convoy drove through the desert, and Old Joey sat on the throne, looking at the dead stone approaching in front of him, "Our scout team, have you been here?" It must be safe here with the warning flare, besides, who can challenge the God Emperor of the desert and his war angels?!"

Beside Old Joey, the pale boy with a stronger physique, holding a scepter with many skulls hanging from the top, raised the old Joey's war staff and shouted, and there was a burst of shouts from the surrounding boys , they raised their weapons high, their muzzles roaring in the air and firing.

Old Joey nodded, leaning on the throne with all six arms down, and only one arm pointed to the war boy whose teeth were sprayed silver, "My son of the Hall of Valor, open the way ahead." "Of order, For the sake of the immortal God Emperor Joey! Rush to the Hall of Valor!"

He roared and slapped the roof of the car, and the driver below him let out the subsequent roar. He slammed on the accelerator, got off the chariot and rushed into the valley, and his tires ran over the valley at the mouth of the valley. The gravel raised a large cloud of dust and dust, and behind it, a tall chariot drove in.

Undead Joey sat on the throne. Behind him, the huge convoy shrank because of the narrow valley mouth. They drove into the valley mouth in a row of two cars. Old Joey looked at the end of the steep and weathered valley. The towering mountain in the distance is Kelequan, his throne, and Old Joey looks at the slaves tied to the chariot behind him, the rebel tribe he conquered.

Among them were some pretty girls, old Joey looked at them and smiled, and they would be old Joey's new wives, and new war-children, from which he would reign till the end of time, and conquer all Rebels, who can challenge the authority of Old Joey?

As he was thinking, he heard an explosion behind him. Old Joey looked back and saw the war boy who was rushed ahead. In, falling apart.

  (end of this chapter)