Warhammer Inquisitor

Chapter 613 Battle of Beasts: Reactants of Disharmony

"Are they all here?"

Vito asked standing in front of the window. He overlooked the training square below. This place is under the recently completed Terra Palace. The Mechanicus recently opened up this new cave in a huge cave for the arrival of distinguished guests. area.

"Well, they're all here."

The Emperor came from one side, still wearing the heavy armor.

"I said you, you have been dressed like this, aren't you tired?"

Vito asked, and the Emperor shook his head.

"It's not tiring, and believe me, these armors are not as bad as you think, you should wear one."

"No thanks, I don't want to be like a tin can. The bigger the size, the easier it is to get shot, like you." Vito said, pulling out his gun and pointing it at the Emperor's head, who completely ignored the gun Same, walked to his side, and overlooked the training ground below with him.

There were a dozen or so tall people like Vito said, some of them were shooting, some were fighting with swords, and some were busy in the corner, not knowing what was going on.

"Then how did you get here? Brother."

"But our father is the Emperor, brother, our common father."

Zheng Guo pressed Horus' shoulders, and both of them smiled.

"Indeed, fortunately, I'm not here to teach, nor you, I guess. It's really hard for Malcado, although he seems to have a good relationship with that wolf cub."

The bald man among them looked at the black-haired man holding a long-handled war knife. He smiled slightly, put away the long sword and stood the hilt in front of him, "Lian's evaluation of you is true, you are an excellent warrior, my brother."

The angel with a pair of snow-white wings walked over. He was wearing a golden robe, and his hair, which was like the radiance of the sun itself, hung down on both sides of his cheeks, showing a pair of truly extremely beautiful features, even in this world. Even the best sculptors would be intimidated.

On the long sword with a snow-white wolf head carved on the end, there are many protruding spikes covering the left and right extensions. From the side, it looks like a swinging saw. Roaring and roaring in the air like a real wolf.

"To make progress together?"

And on the opposite side of it, the long-handled blade swung round and waved under the pale light, like a spinning windmill, it quickly approached and approached the moon wolf, the long knife was raised high, Suddenly, like a shooting star, the two swords slashed down together, and the huge air flow instantly danced and hit the faces of the two of them.

"Well, a meaningful name, brother, just like my name, Horus, this is the name of an ancient Egyptian god, it seems to be the meaning of the god of light, bringing light and hope."

The bald brother showed a slight smile, and he walked forward holding the hilt of his sword.

"You're a good fighter too, brother."

"Zheng Guo, in the language of my hometown, has the same pronunciation as the word Zhenshou. My father chose this name for me. I hope that I can be like him, defending the family and the country, and protecting the well-being of the party."

"I will not obey others at will. I have a relationship with him and the Emperor. If they are worthy of my loyalty, then I will obey."

The tall black-haired warrior withdrew his long-handled knife. He held the crimson long-handled scabbard and stood it beside him. The bald brother on the opposite side looked at the tall weapon and raised his head to look at the knife. A coiled blue dragon is carved on the handle.

"Vito, you should remember his name, brother, after all, he will be our general in the future."

"It's a great honor to be your friend, brother, it's the first time we meet, my name is Zheng Guo."

Vito suggested.

Horus walked up to his unique brother and held his shoulders with light yellow skin. His skin color was very different from Horus's. Zheng Guo nodded and looked up at the Azure Dragon Saber in his hand , looking at the Tengyun Qinglong shining under the light above his head.

They also followed, and on the square below them, the whistling sword cut through the air, and collided with the blade of a sharp long knife in the air, and the dazzling sparks echoed with the ear-splitting buzzing sound , the sword was drawn back suddenly, and then struck again.

Vito asked.

"The time has not yet come, and besides, many of them don't know Gothic at all and need to learn it again. Some people learn it quickly, such as Guilliman and Lorgar. It didn't take them long to learn the esoteric language. High Gothic, and others, such as Ruth, are a pain in the ass.”

"No, it's fist and kick like a bunch of incompatible chemicals poured into the same beaker, come on, it's time for us to go down, I guess it won't be long before we need to go out."

"Their legion has been waiting for them for many years. You don't intend to let them meet their warriors?"

As he spoke, he turned around, and slammed down the long knife. The wide blade pierced through the air and stopped in midair. Some water was sprinkled on it, which was the sweat from the long braids of the tall black-haired man.

"That's a fine sword. Is it a sword? I don't know that kind of weapon, brother."

asked the Emperor.

"A special name, brother, what does that mean?"

The bald brother held the sword in front of him, and put his hand upside down on the hilt in front of him, looking at the gleaming lifelike scales on the green dragon's body and nodded in approval.

It was a lifelike soaring dragon, different from the two-winged dragons he was familiar with, those evil dragons with four claws and fangs, those evil dragons that the old nan always used to scare children. This dragon can only be described in one word, noble.

"Call me Sanguinius, Brother Horus, or Jill, as my friends do."

After the Emperor finished speaking, as if he had foreseen something, he turned and walked away. Vito looked at him with his arms in his arms.

"I had no other choice. I had only two options at the time. Accept their help, or my homeland was destroyed by the invasion of savage aliens, brother. Please forgive me, I forgot your name."

He raised his long-handled war knife over his shoulder, and turned to face his bald brother, who had a thick wolf fur draped over his shoulders.

"Hmph, it fits your impression, bro."

"Why did we bring them here?"

"This is a traditional weapon from my hometown, Cathay. We call it the Qinglong Dao. I think maybe it doesn't exist anywhere else in this universe. After all, I haven't seen a similar weapon since I came here."

"Yes, we are indeed brothers, but why is there such a big difference?"

Vito said, looking at the swords swung below, they collided in the air, making a piercing steel buzzing sound, those were two tall warriors, they were gesturing in the training cage.

"Horus Rupekar, you can call me Horus, that's what my friends call me."

There is no terrible breath on its face, the teeth are exposed in the slightly opened mouth, and on both sides outside the mouth, the distinctive long beard dances with its body, the slender dragon, Like a big snake, the four giant claws coiled around the blade, soaring forward around it.

"They can learn a lot from each other, maybe, you can ask Guilliman and others to teach other brothers?"

The black-haired man showed a slight smile. He stood the long knife by his side, and then put a hand in front of him, making a unique way of greeting.

"But the High Marshal said he had seen a similar weapon. What was his name?"

"Hello, brother Fulgrim, and my noble angelic brother."

"Come on, Jill, I wonder if we're the only brothers here."

"Hmph, let me ask you, what will be accompanied by learning between brothers?"

A voice came from the side, Horus turned his head and looked at the man with a smile.

The silver-haired beauty beside him said that he is actually a man, but the word beauty is the most suitable word. His face is soft and beautiful like a woman, and his voice is unexpectedly soft and charming.

He raised his hands, and on the extremely luxurious purple robe, a series of gemstones and gold buckles were all lifted up, jingling in the air, and his silver hair also fell on the gemstones on his shoulders. But the hair itself is more eye-catching than any gold and jewels on his body.

"Look at these two guys, I've seen them look worse, but are you sure I have the same blood?"

"Okay, Fulgrim, I know you are handsome, so I don't need to tell everyone every time."

(End of this chapter)