Chapter 180 Storm of Destruction: The Fantastic Adventure of the Chimera Armored Vehicle

You call this broken tractor an armored vehicle?

——Lucius Platon, a maintenance sergeant of the 598th Cadia Regiment, said his last words before the Chimaira exploded.

The fast-spinning tracks ran across the barren land at a very fast speed, raising a lot of dust between the rolling transmission wheels, but more dust was pushed to the back as the tracks turned.

Vito sat in the driver's seat wearing sunglasses and holding the steering wheel. He was driving the Chimaira under his butt across the desert, and the Chimaira lived up to everyone's expectations and responded to Vito with its comfort that could only be described as painful.

This broken armored vehicle always shook while driving, just like sitting on a fucking pile driver, and what was even more outrageous was that the seat of the Chimaira was made of iron, pure cast iron.

Vito has driven many vehicles in the Empire that are ridiculously uncomfortable, but the Chimera is definitely the best among them. This type of broken car is famous for not treating passengers as human beings at all. As long as you get on the car, you'd better wear a helmet, otherwise you will definitely hit the roof of the car.

When Vito first saw the Chimera, he was thinking, can this broken thing really be used by the Star Army? Isn't this just a modified version of the "all-purpose" Land tractor? As a result, it was really used by the Guards.

But the Chimera is indeed a good helper for the Guards. It can not only carry a full squad of soldiers, but also provide effective support firepower, especially against the cult enemies most of the time. The Chimera definitely has an overwhelming firepower advantage.

Not only that, the Chimera also has many modified models that God knows how the Guards' big heads came up with. With a turret installed, it is a "salamander" reconnaissance tank, with a turret removed, it is an armored personnel carrier, and with a self-propelled artillery, it is a "petrified lizard" self-propelled artillery.

What's even more outrageous is that you can put a huge missile on the Chimera's territory! Then it turns into a Death Shooter missile launcher, the most powerful firepower in the hands of the big bosses.

To be honest, Vito didn't know which geniuses came up with these modified models, and how they were more genius to convince the Mechanicus priests that these were the will of the God of All Machines and not the modifications made by themselves, so that they would not be killed by the oil guys as technical heretics.

But after so many generations of Chimera, it's been 10,000 years, a full 10,000 years, and they still haven't added even a little comfort modification to it!

Vito's butt was almost broken by the fall, he sat on the seat with a constipated look on his face, and behind him were Lancelot and Ragnar standing in the open car. When they got this Chimera, Vito doubted whether these two strong men could sit in it, and then Ragnar used his "creativity" to solve this problem.

He lifted the roof directly, and then stuffed himself and Lancelot into the Chimera. The two burly space warriors squeezed in the open car, almost face to face, with their elbows almost stuck in each other's mouths.

Under their buttocks was the box, which was sealed with bloody skulls. Miraculously, they did not squeeze the box.

Lilith leaned against Vito's back. This place was between the dusty driver's seat and the crowded car, which was the only comfortable place in this broken car.

"Inquisitor, do we have option B?" Ragnar asked, squeezing against the wall. He muttered against the car, and Vito smiled bitterly and almost hit the top of the car.

"No, if I can, I want to drive the private car of the Governor of Ultramar." He said, operating the rusty steering wheel. The Chimera bumped violently through the wilderness. It was hard to imagine how this broken car could be driven.

If any priest of the Mechanicus were here, he would definitely curse. The shaft of this Chimaira is not lubricated, the cylinder is full of sand, the tracks are full of gravel, the car is full of the pungent smell of diesel, and even the steering wheel feels like turning a mill.

If this car is old, it must be half buried in the ground, and the driver and passengers can be dragged to a feast.

"Isn't this really that ** Qi idiot cheating us? Why do I feel that this car is about to explode?" Ragnar muttered, Lancelot's elbow was against his face, and the Space Wolf slapped the car and shouted in protest, "You Caliban orange cat, take your elbow away!"

Vito held the steering wheel up and down, and he remembered the time when he followed the Iron Legion and fought against the Bone Crusher during the Second Armageddon War. The beast was really ridiculous, literally ridiculous. It was the first time Vito saw a four-meter-tall orc.

Yarik was also there at the time. The "one-eyed big guy" was fighting with the Bone Crusher's guards. The old commissar used a chainsaw axe to kill a tall greenskin of a TM and a Space Marine with one hand in front of everyone.

Then when Yarik was fighting with the Bone Crusher, Vito also drove a Chimaira and crashed into it, directly knocking the Bone Crusher off his handsome mobile iron throne platform. He can still hear the sound of the Bone Crusher cursing in his ears.

"Inquisitor, why did we become deliverymen? What about the demons we agreed to chop?" Ragnar said uncomfortably, shouting in protest with his only remaining hand that could wave.

"You haven't chopped enough? Do you really believe in Khorne?" Vito responded while operating the shitty steering wheel, "You chopped dozens of Khorne demons in the secret room, and you also chopped the champion of Khorne. Are you still not satisfied?"

"I'd rather fight a dozen Khorne champions than squeeze in this broken car!" Ragnar yelled at the top of his voice, his voice echoing in the car and rebounding repeatedly. Lancelot grabbed the bulkhead and stuck his head out, so that he wouldn't have to smell the stench of Ragnar and the diesel smell in the Chimera's fuel tank.

Lancelot looked outside, looking at the endless barren wilderness. This land was as desolate and silent as a dead world. This planet seemed like a nest city. Only the place where the city was located could survive, and the rest of the place could only be described as fucked.

Bare rocks, land without a single tree, and a sick sky. Lancelot looked to the side and saw a red thing rushing through the barren land. The man was riding a... Steel Bull? !

"Inquisitor! There is a Khorne Steel Bull Knight on the left!" Lancelot shouted, and Vito ejected the cockpit cover of the Chimera forward. He looked at the Khorne Steel Bull Knight rushing in a straight line.

A traitor Space Marine from the World Eaters Legion rode on it, holding a chainsaw axe in one hand and the chain of the steel bull in the other. The roaring beast's demon engine's surging power spewed hellfire from its mouth, and the steel bull rushed up with a hellish war cry.

Vito turned the steering wheel sharply, and then it got stuck as expected. The state of this broken car is really quite stable!

"Everyone pay attention! Prepare for the collision!" Vito shouted at the steel bull rushing up, and the horns of the steel beast hit the Chimera.

The whole Chimera was knocked over, and the rolling body finally stopped on the wasteland after rotating several times. Vito also climbed out of the overturned armored vehicle hatch. He raised his head and saw the steel bull rider before he got up.

The iron hoof of the steel bull stepped on the ground, the roaring demon engine raised its head, and the World Eater on its back raised its chain axe and roared. On the land behind him, a large group of Khorne demons rushed up. Vito stood up and pulled out his bolter as he looked at the charging demons.

It seems that they don’t have to suffer in the car anymore, but have to fight a group of Khorne demons. Which one is better, Vito?

Good question, what do you think?