Chapter 129 The End of the Era: The End of a Story and the Expedition

Chapter 129 The End of the Era: The End of a Story and the Beginning of an Expedition

Dozens of motorcycles were running in the desert, and the flags were torn by the strong wind on the back seat of the motorcycles. The three scimitars were dancing with the wind. Their owners, the owners of the motorcycles with flags, were waving wasteland-style tattered assembled guns, machetes and spears and shouting wildly.

The predators of the Fire Wheel Gang were like a group of wild beasts, a group of vicious dogs wandering in the desert. They rode motorcycles across the desert, and the dust raised by the wheels gathered together like a blowing sandstorm.

They were composed of murderers, rapists and thieves. These lowest, worst and shameful bastards in the world moved in groups and were rampant in the desert.

Obviously, today was also a good day for them. They rode motorcycles across the desert to find the next tribe or brigade that they had harmed, and inflicted their abominable behavior on those innocent people.

On the war vehicle headed by the motorcycle team, the gang leader sat on the high seat back. His motorcycle had exaggerated high armrests, making the war vehicle look like an angry ram.

The boss with a Mohawk hair sat on the chair, followed by a large group of predators. They were barking and roaring on the motorcycles, and their weapons reflected the sunlight in the dust.

The gang leader wore sunglasses and had a shiny revolver on his waist. This treasure obtained from yesterday's looting was enjoyed by the boss alone. It was a pity that the beautiful tribal woman died. His rude boys killed her instead of tying her up and taking her back to the camp to make her "pay more price".

But the boss's regret was soon replaced by the desire to kill.

A man appeared in front on a scarlet motorcycle. He stepped off his motorcycle and stood directly in front of the Predator convoy. He was wearing a tribesman's clothes, which made everyone feel that he was just an idiot tribesman in the desert who came here to seek revenge.

"Boys! Kill him! I will blow up anyone who dares to touch that car!" The boss shouted arrogantly. The war gang boy behind him laughed and accelerated past the boss. He and the Predator on the co-pilot seat rushed towards the tribesman, waving machetes and shotguns.

They rushed forward to compete for the first merit, but soon they found that they were wrong, so wrong.

Vito raised his head, his eyes raised under the hood, arcs flashed from the inside of the hood, and lightning began to move on his arms and torso.

Suddenly, an arc of electricity struck him. He didn't even raise his finger. The arc instantly hit the speeding motorcycle. The screams were fleeting. All the predators and their bosses stared at the two people who disappeared almost instantly. Their flesh and blood collapsed and decomposed, their bones shattered into slag, and even the motorcycle turned into scrap metal in an instant.

Although their screams were short, they were extremely terrifying. The screams were like the voices of dead souls from the abyss of hell.

Vito raised his palm, and suddenly the whole land began to change drastically. The earth began to sink and collapse, and the whole sandbar began to sink as if the support was removed.

A whirlpool, a turbulent whirlpool in the sea of ​​sand appeared between the predators, and almost instantly the entire predator gang fell into it.

The boss immediately turned the steering wheel to one side and fled. The predators who escaped by chance immediately turned to both sides urgently, but many people were still swallowed by the whirlpool.

Their wheels were caught in the quicksand, and the car bodies were instantly swallowed up in the churning sea of ​​sand. The drivers screamed in despair in the sea of ​​sand, and were quickly swallowed up by the quicksand as if they were drowning in the sea.

Motorcycles disappeared in an instant, and the arms of the predators stretched to the sky disappeared on the ground. The surging sandstorm tsunami swept everywhere, swallowing more people.

The boss watched these scenes, and then looked in the direction of Vito. He still stood there motionless, just looking at them with cold eyes.

"Kill him!" The boss yelled and pulled out his revolver and shot. The guys behind him also started shooting. The motorcycle team rushed from both sides of the desert vortex like a cavalry charge and rushed towards Vito. Two rain-like bullets shot at him.

Vito raised his other hand, and all the bullets stopped in just a moment. Those bullets stopped in the air as if the pause button was pressed.

"Bazooka! Kill him!" The boss waved his fist and shouted, and immediately a predator responded to his call. The man stood up from the co-pilot, picked up the bazooka, aimed at Vito and pulled the trigger.

A rocket with a tail flame rushed towards Vito, but Vito just turned his finger and the rocket turned. The missile flew towards the shooter and blew him and the surrounding predators into pieces.

The boss looked at Vito in horror. He looked at the motorcycle team on one side. In an instant, countless gravel spikes pierced countless people on the sand, and they were pierced with their motorcycles.

More riders crashed into the raised sand and rocks with their people and motorcycles. They were swallowed by the quicksand under them and dragged into the abyss with screams.

Vito raised his hand and dozens of people were immediately pulled off the motorcycle. They were blown into pieces in the air as Vito clenched his fist.

Their heads shattered and exploded, and the broken skulls and brain debris splattered on their colleagues rushing below. Vito waved his hands, his fingers constantly jumping, as if he was playing with a group of insects.

Vito held one hand behind his back and waved it in front of him, bombarding the predators with devastating psychic strikes. The bodies of each predator were torn apart, their limbs were torn off, and they collapsed like shreds of paper.

The boss cursed and turned the rudder to prepare to escape. Many looters also began to flee in all directions to escape from this "blood type butcher"

The boss rushed towards the distance on his motorcycle, but suddenly the desert in front of him rolled up, sending over like a tsunami.

He immediately stopped and fled to the side, but those who failed to react quickly were unlucky. They were almost immediately submerged by the yellow sand, and their screams disappeared in the death sandstorm in an instant.

Many plunderers loaded it up, and then instantly turned into blood mist, and the psychic lightning shook on the wall, crushing and disintegrating all flesh and blood.

Their motorcycle was turned into scrap metal by lightning, and its driver was splashed with blood on the sand. The boss was startled and immediately turned to move forward.

He looked toward the center of the sea of ​​sand, where Vito stood in the middle of the turbulent waves.

The desert seemed to have become a part of his body, moving with Vito's will.

Vito squatted down, placed his palm on the sand, and instantly a large bolt of lightning shot out from the surface. Countless arcs of electricity were injected into the sea of ​​sand, turning the gravel into a deadly blade.

The predator rushed across the sand on his motorcycle. He watched in horror as his motorcycle was torn into pieces bit by bit. Each grain of gravel tore the motorcycle apart like a razor, and he got closer and closer to the sand.

The man stood on the back of the car in despair. He looked up at the sky but could not fly. He was swallowed up by the desert in despair and screams. He screamed and his body was minced bit by bit like being thrown into a meat grinder. His flesh and blood shattered into minced flesh, and he screamed heart-breakingly until everything in his body disappeared into the desert.

Screams and screams were heard all around. Vito looked at the predators around him who were trapped in the sand wall. They were constantly being swallowed by the sea of ​​​​sand that turned into a whirlpool, and watched their flesh and blood change as if they were sitting on a motorcycle. Became broken crumbs.

Their counterattack turned into desperate wails. All the bullets were bounced away by the psychic shield, and even turned into scarlet molten iron dripping on the ground in the lightning.

A sandstorm of death was rolling around Vito. This desert of death has now truly become a forbidden area of ​​life, mercilessly devouring and tearing apart all life.

The boss cursed and fled on his motorcycle at the edge of the death vortex, but he was getting closer and closer to death. The razor-like waves were coming. After all, his gang had almost been wiped out.

He cursed loudly, mustered up the courage to turn and rushed towards Vito on his motorcycle. He pulled out a grenade and rushed towards him. Instead of being swallowed up by the desert of death and dying in pain, he chose to die happily and like a man.

I have to say that this bastard's backbone is worthy of admiration, but... he angered Vito, very, very deeply, so he would not die happily.

The gang leader rode his motorcycle across the churning sea of ​​sand, with the waves rolling on either side of him, and he surged under the waves like a surfer, heading towards Vito.

He yelled and rushed forward. Vito turned his head and watched him pull out his pistol. A bullet accompanied by lightning shot through the body of his motorcycle. The motorcycle was penetrated and the entire front wheel collapsed instantly. .

He was thrown out, and the boss fell heavily to the sand, raising a cloud of dust. He raised his head and looked in front of him, and saw the man standing in front of him after the dust dispersed.

The surrounding death waves disappeared, as did the whirlpools and sand walls, leaving only Vito and him standing in the middle of the sand sea. The surrounding sand was full of broken corpses and incomplete parts of motorcycles.

The boss suddenly felt that his neck was being strangled. He was lifted up and suspended in Vito Vito. He wanted to release the safety of the grenade in his hand, but his fingers could not move even an inch away.

Vito looked at him and quickly noticed the revolver on his waist. His eyes instantly changed from cold to angry. "Why did you kill them? Tell me why." He said coldly, and the boss looked at him stiffly. Completely unable to move, only its throat can make difficult sounds.

"What?" "In order to kill them, give me an answer."

The boss used all his strength to speak reluctantly, "We have collected tolls from the Trade Federation, and we should eliminate threats on the road." "The fees should be collected by us. This is our land and has belonged to them for hundreds of years."

"People from the Trade Federation found us, paid us, and asked us to fulfill the contract to remove the threat. They told me that you would leave and leave the tribe. They also told me the location of the tribe. They said that after you robbed the train, you would not be so Leave quickly, they will be there nearby, and as long as you find the tribe, that will be the best time."

The boss choked before he could finish his words, his throat was pinched tightly, and Vito looked at him with anger.

Now he knows the reason for everything. The Trade Federation told the raiders the time to take action, telling them that they would leave and plan to kill the tribes that threatened their routes at once. They may further ask for more tolls in the future as the population expands. .

So they planned to kill with a borrowed knife and let the killers they hired from the beginning solve the threat and completely solve the long-standing problems in this land.

They thought that Vito was just an ordinary psyker who could be killed by the Reavers and that would solve all their problems, but they were wrong. They couldn't be more wrong.

"You massacre your own people." "What?"

"Where did they provoke you? What makes you have to kill them?" "What are you talking about? I told you, the Trade Federation spends money."

The boss said with difficulty, confused and uncomprehending. Vito looked at this idiot, with a hint of pity and sadness in the anger in his eyes.

"Money, it's ridiculous. A little money allows you to kill your own people and compatriots."

He let out a long sigh, and Vito closed his eyes. Many memories flashed before his eyes. Memories that he thought he had long forgotten and buried deep in his memory did not disappear, but stayed quietly in his mind. in mind.

"Centuries ago, you sailed to the star sea with their ancestors, worked together in the same boat, and fought side by side for great ideals and ideas. But now, you tell me that you killed them and her for "money""

For many years, I have been paralyzing myself, telling myself that I have done enough for mankind, and I just need to live my life well.

But he was wrong. He was a member of the human race and he could not be alone. As long as this world and this galaxy were always like this, he would never be able to be alone.

Even if he escaped to the end of the universe, he lost his home, friends and lover, and lost everything again.

"I thought I could live in seclusion, stay out of the world, and ignore your shit, but now I realize I was wrong."

He looked at the boss in front of him and said, "You have made me lose my friends, my lover, my home again, and there are thousands of other things in this galaxy. As long as this continues, I can't get it." Peaceful, not even humans can.”

"So I've figured it out. Just like what the old fool said, I've figured it out."

"It's time for me to do what I should have done a long time ago."

Vito said word by word, he walked up to the boss and stared into his eyes at a very close distance.

"I will find them and make them realize their mistake, and now I have one last question for you."

"Did you touch her?"

"What?" The boss said with difficulty. It was so difficult for him to say every word. His neck was almost pinched by the force, and breathing became more and more difficult.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Before the boss finished his quibble, Vito saw the revolver, the revolver he finally gave to Sara.

In an instant, his raging anger burned, golden lightning flashed in his eyes, and deadly light flashed from his eyes.

"It's you." Vito said, his voice was cold and like burning purgatory fire. Vito waved his finger slightly, and a piece of motorcycle fragment flew over, and the sharp fragment floated beside Vito and flashed. Moving cold light.

He placed his palm on the fragment, and lightning jumped on it. In an instant, a high temperature burned the fragment red. The boss's eyes looked at Vito with more horror. His body instinctively wanted to escape, but he could not move at all.

Vito made a fist and pierced the boss's chest with the red-hot fragments. He screamed and his chest was cut open. The scorching heat burned his skin and flesh, and smoke spurted out from it, accompanied by Together with the screams of pain.

Vito glared at him as he unclenched his fist and then suddenly clenched it again. The boss's wrist was instantly torn off, and blood spurted out from it.

Vito stuffed the severed palm into his chest, and then used psychic energy to tear off his fingers. The safety popped open instantly. The boss looked at his chest and screamed in despair before exploding into pieces.

A huge amount of blood sprayed on Vito's face, and his entire face was stained red with blood. Vito turned around expressionlessly and walked to the sand to pick up the revolver that was blown away.

He stood up. The sand around him was covered with corpses and debris, and pieces of corpses were buried on the sandbank.

Vito looked at the revolver, looking at the revolver he finally handed to her. Vito let out a long sigh and let the revolver fall on the sand.

The revolver landed with a bang, and the impact of the gun body on the ground raised a cloud of sand. The shiny barrel of the revolver reflected Vito's blurry shadow.

His shadow gradually faded away, and Vito got on the red motorcycle and left. His figure gradually disappeared on the reflector of the revolver and disappeared at the end of the desert.

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Vito rode on the Gobi. He crossed the endless sand sea and Gobi desert. He passed through the sandstorms sweeping the earth and arrived at the end of his journey that he should have reached long ago.

Waldo and Malcador stood with him in front of the base gate. The tall "old shaman" looked at the black shadow in the dust. He gradually got closer and closer, and the outline became clearer and clearer.

He stood in the yellow sand in the sky and looked at him. Vito came out of the sand mist, his clothes swaying in the wind, and he looked at the old shaman expressionlessly.

The old shaman didn't speak, just looked at him.

The two of them stared at each other for a long time, just standing in the yellow sand and letting the wind and sand blow against them. Waldo stood behind him and looked at Vito with his halberd raised. No one urged him, let alone said a word.

After a long time, Vito closed his eyes in the wind and sand, and then opened them again, "I will join you, but I have a condition."

"What?" "Give me command of your army and kill the Trade Federation first."

He looked at Vito and nodded slightly, then turned sideways and said, "Come on, your soldiers are here."

Vito followed him, and Valdo and Makado followed after Vito. They walked into the yellow sand and disappeared at the entrance of the base.

They came to the observation deck on the high wall of the base dam. The yellow sand was still everywhere. The yellow sand that covered the sky and the sun submerged everything in the wind and sand.

Vito came to the observation deck with him. He raised his hand and waved it in the air. The raging sandstorm stopped, as if the sky obeyed his instructions.

As the yellow sand stopped raging, below, on the ground below the dam, a golden armor revealed the sand mist. Behind the golden armor were more armors, extending to the golden army at the end of the valley.

Vito looked at these tall golden giants, who stood in the valley with huge weapons, one square after another.

The centurion wearing a red cockscomb helmet stood at the front of the queue, holding a giant sword, with a lightning symbol on his chest.

"What are they called?" Vito asked, looking at this unprecedented legion.

"Thunder Warriors." He answered, and he and Vito stood side by side overlooking the army and the golden ocean.

"This is only part of our future army. My friend, another twenty legions will join us soon." "You will lead, command and command them. Now, I hand them over to you."

Valdo stepped forward and raised his halberd. As the commander of the imperial army raised his halberd, all the thunder warriors issued a neat battle cry. The thunderous war cry echoed in the valley, and the sound of their armor colliding echoed in the valley.

"Marshal Vito, shall we start?" he asked.

Vito raised his head and looked at the army.

"Begin."

This is the beginning of the Great Expedition, this is the beginning of everything.