Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Antarctica, the last natural relic on Terra alongside the Himalayas. Although Terra has long been completely covered by mechanized cities, with high-rise buildings standing on the earth, oceans, mountains, forests and snowfields are all now planet-level cities. disappeared in the process of evolution, but Antarctica still remains in this world.

The reason is simple. Everything here belongs to an organization, an organization that is feared on Terra and even in the entire galaxy. It was formed by the Emperor himself in the ancient Great Crusade era and was led by the heroic Macca An organization co-organized by Supreme Marshal Vito Constantine and superior to all imperial military and political institutions.

Its name is, Imperial Tribunal.

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Blizzards were flying all over the sky, and a gray-black bunker stood alone in the snowfield. White snow was flying on the gray concrete exterior wall and on the surrounding unmanned air defense weapons. Every door was silent. The muzzle of the gun pointed straight into the sky, and the sonic radar rotated in the wind. Around it, the wind slapped against the narrow windows of the bunker.

Outside the window, a black shadow passed over the wall. It was a man, a soldier wearing a black military coat and a unique reflective breastplate on his chest. He was walking in the half-buried Yongbei outside the bunker with a gun on his back. On the ground after entering the bunker, his hands wearing thick cold-proof gloves grasped the gun belt on his shoulders, standing on the concrete floor covered with snow.

The guard wearing a tall black felt hat stood outside the window. There was an eye-catching logo on his felt hat, which was a red letter i. He wore a black windproof hood under the hat badge. And wearing a pair of windproof glasses on the eyes of the dark hood, the dark lenses are single-sided, and the eyes inside cannot be seen, but they reflect light like a mirror.

The soldier's snow boots stepped on the snow outside the bunker. The white crisp snow made a sparse cracking sound under the crushing of the boots. The cold wind blew the corners of the black coat. The soldier stood with a gun on his back. On the snow, overlooking the endless ice fields in front of you.

There was nothing on the vast white snowfield, only flying blizzards. The desolate icefield was reflected on the windshield, but suddenly a burst of explosions from the air broke the silence of the icefield.

It was a sonic boom coming from the sky, a crackle that broke the speed of sound spread from the sky, and something was passing through the thick clouds.

The rotating radar behind the soldier reacted. A small long-wave receiving point protruded from the top of the fan radar. The wide radar rotated and shook off the snow on its body. It was aimed at the person who was roaring down in the sky. thing.

The soldier on the ice field raised his head, and a bright bolide was reflected on the black mirror. The soldier raised his head and looked at the meteor with his gun on his back. The automatic twin-mounted anti-aircraft laser cannon above the bunker behind him also slowed down. Slowly raising it, the muzzle was aimed at the descending thing. The flames that pierced the sky were passing through the dark clouds and falling from the blizzard sky.

The soldier pressed the position on one side of his goggles. As he pressed his finger, a locked aperture appeared on the inner vision glass of the goggles. The aperture covered the falling bolide, and soon the image appeared. After zooming in, the soldier could clearly see the silver fighter plane that was diving rapidly down.

The fighter plane was very beautiful. Its fluid linear structure was like a silver drop of water. The soldier looked at the fighter plane that was cutting through the stormy sky. He turned around and knocked on the glass of the bunker behind him with his fist.

Behind the glass sits another ice guard. He is not wearing a full set of cold-proof armor and base equipment. Instead, he is wearing a turtleneck sweater. He is sitting comfortably in a heated and brightly lit bunker, drinking hot coffee, holding his hands Holding hot coffee and looking at the scanning radar in front of me, suddenly there was a loud knock on the glass in front of me.

The guard in the bunker was startled, and immediately put down his coffee and looked at the soldiers outside the window. He turned and pointed at the silver fighter plane that was rapidly arcing into the Antarctic sky and gradually turning towards the front.

The guard looked at the thing and immediately kicked his legs. The pulley under the office chair began to slide on the heated floor. He suddenly slid to the instrument on the other side, and quickly clicked on it with his fingers to operate. Soon the silver The shuttle appeared on the scanning screen.

A data window also popped up on one side, with a row of numbers written in eye-catching red and gold fonts, i-00001.

The guard looked at the screen and nodded to the soldiers outside the window. He stood up and walked to the weapons console on the other side. He quickly turned off the automatic turrets around the air defense bunker. As the red air defense marks on the screen all It turned green, and the anti-aircraft guns behind the soldiers outside the window gradually stopped.

Just as the guard turned off the anti-aircraft weapon array, the communication channel at his hand rang, and the sound wave band suddenly appeared on the small display window, making sounds along with the fluctuations of the audio.

"Air Defense Post No. 072, the main castle has detected a flying object passing through your defense area. Report the situation." The voice said. The guard looked at the aircraft whizzing past the window outside. The thing was flying very fast. , flying from this section of the window to that section almost at once.

The guards in the bunker followed the whistling silver water droplets with their eyes. The soldier standing in the snow outside the window could watch it longer before it disappeared. When the water droplets flashed past the edge of the window, he still looked at it. You can turn your head with the gun on your back and watch the thing fly towards the ice field in the distance, towards the huge shadow standing in the blizzard.

The guard in the bunker looked in the direction where the water droplets disappeared. He pressed one hand on the communication channel and said, "The Grand Master is back, the real Grand Master."

The communication band fell silent. The silence lasted for a brief moment, and soon the audio band began to vibrate again. "Understood, stick to your position."

"Yes, sir." The guard said and closed the communication channel. He turned and walked to the large glass window of the bunker. He leaned against the corner and squinted at the huge shadow outline on the ice field in the distance from the edge of the window.

"The Great Master is back, what does this mean?" The soldier standing outside the window carried a gun and pressed down the communicator hanging around his neck with one hand. His voice soon followed the communicator. The interference of the strong wind appeared directly in the bunker, clearly and clearly.

"I don't know, Cullen, but I just know one thing. We will have a job soon, a job more exciting than watching the radar in this damn place." The guard in the bunker said with a smile, and he looked at the radar flashing in the sky. The bright light in the dark clouds said so.

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The Skyhawk roared across the ice field, its terminal vector nozzles burning fiercely in the snow, and bright, long pillars of thruster fire burning in the dark clouds, lighting up the skyline.

The blizzard blew against the curved cockpit glass of the Skyhawk, and the goose-feather-like snow flew over the smooth glass and the fuselage of the fighter plane. In the cockpit, Vito's eyes looked at the dark clouds outside the glass in front of him. , cumulus clouds mixed with blizzards blocked all visual vision.

But Vito doesn't need to see what's outside clearly, because it's not him who is driving the Skyhawk now, but Helen. The little artificial intelligence lady is standing on the small disc on the armrest of Vito's seat. She doesn't He didn't make any movements, but stood there calmly, his eyes composed of light particles looking out the window at the constantly disturbing dark clouds.

Vito knew that he didn't need to worry about Helen. She could see things outside clearly. Through the Aquila's induction imaging, she could see clearly everything on the ice sheet and navigation routes below. It was a unique field of vision, a view that allowed They fly over any storm for a unique perspective.

And this time was no exception. The Skyhawk suddenly rolled and turned to one side. The shuttle's unparalleled maneuverability allowed it to complete a large turn almost in place. The vector jet port was adjusted through the knob at the end, pushing the flames instantly. It penetrated the clouds diagonally behind the Skyhawk.

The silver fighter plane swooped down from the clouds. Vito sat on the driver's seat. His eyes looked out the window at the dark clouds and snow flying quickly from both sides. Soon, the sea of ​​clouds burst out of the glass, and a new sea of ​​clouds appeared. The world unfolded before his eyes.

It was a fortress, a huge fortress standing on the ice sheet, its towering walls almost completely integrated with the Transantarctic Mountains across Antarctica, the black wall extending diagonally from the iceberg, ramming its broad end In the Arctic snow, a diamond-shaped wall structure similar to a dam is formed.

What is different from ordinary dams is that its body is densely covered with countless weapons. On the slope of the city wall, shooting positions are set up one by one on the wall. On the high walls and shooting positions with heavy snowfall, Various types of anti-aircraft weapons were aimed at the sky.

The Skyhawk flew parallel to the outside of the city wall. Vito's eyes looked outward at the city wall and weapons passing by from one side. The silent anti-aircraft guns and hive missile launch bays, heavy laser cannons and electromagnetic rail guns were all... Standing among the snowflakes, their bodies are covered with a layer of white snow, just like wild wolves crawling in the snow, waiting in silence for the opportunity to pounce on their prey and tear its trachea. .

The Skyhawk was suddenly pulled up from a corner of the fortress. Under Helen's control, the silver fighter plane roared from the outside of the towering city wall in the blink of an eye. They flew over the obstruction of the city wall and reached the vast expanse above the wall. on flat surface.

This is the real area of ​​​​the fortress. The upper layer of the entire glacier has been completely flattened, and steel and permanent concrete fortifications cover everything. On the top of the vast iceberg is a vast steel plain, and there are magnificent cannons on the ground. Pointing straight to the sky.

The rotating tube of the ground-based heavy-duty turbolaser gun was pointed at the sky. The Skyhawk roared past the silent muzzle. Vito looked down from the inside of the cabin and overlooked the entire square area outside the fortress. There were also many anti-aircraft weapons here. , large and small anti-air and anti-ground weapons are scattered here.

In addition to heavy turbolaser cannons, there are also orbitally accelerated magnetic cannons, giant ground-based laser cannon arrays, light lances, enclosed shooter death warhead launch chambers, energy pipes densely scattered around them, and large transportation vehicles parked in the heavy snow. Vehicles, as well as automatic ammunition loading machines, provide them with a steady stream of power.

Together they form a firestorm of death here. If the people in the fortress are willing, they can use these weapons at any time to tear apart any enemy who dares to get close.

Vito raised his eyes from the plain of weapons and looked at the main body of the fortress that was already close at hand. In front of him was a second city wall rising from the plain of steel, which opened and stretched out. A tarmac.

The Skyhawk flew in front of the landing pad, and the vector jet nozzle quickly adjusted downwards, pushing the flames to quickly hit the gray-black steel landing deck. In an instant, all the snow falling on it was spraying flames. All disappeared under the bombardment, and the remaining unmelted parts spread and flew around under the influence of the jet air.

The Skyhawk landed on the parking deck, and as its heavy-duty landing gear slowly landed on the apron, the magnetic lock was quickly activated, and the beating tiny blue lightning locked the Skyhawk on the apron.

Vito looked at the huge armored door in front of him. At the end of its tall door, the platform stretched out on the apron began to slowly retract toward the door. As the transmission structure roared in the invisible wall, the apron also slowly The land was slowly collected within the city walls.

Inside the high walls and armored gates, a young inquisitor wearing a black trench coat of the Tribunal was already waiting. He looked at the tarmac slowly entering the fortress and the silver fighter plane parked steadily on it.

The young inquisitor looked at the smooth, silver shuttle that looked like a work of art. Its fluid body shone with slender threads of light under the bright lights around it, but his elegance was soon overturned. Interrupted, a circle of cracks suddenly appeared on the Skyhawk's flawless body, and the hatch slowly opened and fell.

The young judge looked at the fallen hatch and the person walking out of it. He was also wearing a black windbreaker. When the young man saw him, he immediately stood up and saluted him. Yes, salute, the salute of the trial court. The manner is also military courtesy, a rule set by Vito when he founded them many years ago.

Although the Tribunal is a secret police organization that transcends any military and political agency, the discipline, obedience and execution of the military must also be implemented here in the same way, or even further. Therefore, although the Tribunal is less active than the Astra Militarum and the Navy, , relatively loose in operations and management, but each of their members is still a soldier, a group of members of a highly disciplined military organization.

Vito smiled and saluted the young man in return. Vito looked around at the empty parking lot in the fortress. There were shuttles of different shapes parked here, all of which seemed to belong to different inquisitors. , the aviation companies affiliated to the Tribunal are not so diverse and colorful.

"It seems that you are the only one to pick me up, young man." Vito smiled and walked down the hatch that was slanted to the ground. The young judge standing in front of the door still raised his hands. He looked at Vito seriously, without any trace of Meaning of slacking off.

"The Grand Master, all high-level judges, and other important members are waiting for you in the hall. I was ordered to come here to meet you, Supreme Master."

"Okay, what's your name? Child." Vito asked, standing in front of the young man. The latter was stunned for a moment, but soon recovered his thoughts. He put down his arm and nodded to Vito.

"Judge Heinrich Beria, sir, is affiliated with the Heretic Tribunal."

Hahahaha, believe me, this tribunal is the most terrifying among the three major tribunals, at least to most people in the empire. They are the department responsible for liquidating, dealing with and eliminating heretics, and they mainly target " Mortals" are the traitors within the Empire.

There are many types and definitions of traitors, including rebellious officials, stupid corrupt officials, incompetent military officers and governors, workers who spread negative views, sabotage work, etc., and even farmers who accidentally use the wrong growth hormone. In short, they define There are all kinds of "heresies" in it, and one may even be added temporarily.

But this also adds a lot of flexibility to their work, and they can adapt to changes on the spot. Yes, yes, this also leads to the emergence of many idiots who kill innocent judges indiscriminately, or simply decide who is based on their own mood. Heretic, but believe me, generally speaking, the career of such a person as an inquisitor will not be too long, not too long in the biological sense.

Vito looked at the young man in front of him and smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Then, Judge Heinrich, lead the way." "As you command, sir, please come this way."

Heinrich stepped aside and motioned for Vito to follow him, and the latter did follow the young inquisitor. Vito followed him through the tall parking warehouse.

He looked around at everything around him. Everything here had changed a lot from when he left. A lot of new equipment, renovations, and brand-new explosion-proof layers had been added. This made Vito very happy, because it meant that the Tribunal It has not turned into a rigid, conservative, and immutable idiot organization as rumored.

Believe me, there are many departments in the empire that will be firm and even stubbornly conservative in all aspects in order to follow the "ancient" tradition, not only in all work and vocabulary habits, but also in decoration and architecture. It lasts for ten thousand years, don’t you believe it? Then go look at the parchment and hall of the Ministry of Government and you will understand.

Vito walked on the large deck. He observed everything around him, but nothing changed. It was exactly the same as when he left. The Inquisition faithfully inherited Vito's pragmatism and industrial steel-style decorative art. There are no excessive or fancy decorations here, such as statues, Roman columns or murals.

In Vito's consistent opinions, he called the kind of Gothic decoration that the emperor liked as a waste of time and resources. To be honest, you spend a lot of time and energy on useless decorations. It's time to build another ship.

Although many inquisitors, in order to deal with the state religion and other departments of the empire, instead of struggling with them first about what is artistic heresy, they will decorate their battleships into exaggerated religious-looking ships. You know, they will Like a flying cathedral.

But Vito is very happy. At least here, in the Antarctic headquarters of the Tribunal, they still inherited the simple decoration that Vito liked back then, steel walls and roads on both sides without unnecessary decoration, but they are different from Petula. Bo's pure icy style, here, through shining lines, modern and industrial-style streamlined shapes, and smooth surfaces, reveals a different kind of beauty all the time in the monotony.

Vito looked at everything around him and as he walked, he discovered the only religious element here, a very unique way of displaying characteristics.

Beside the gate that Vito passed by, there stood a huge painting on the high wall on that side, with three portraits hanging on it. The one placed in the center was undoubtedly the Emperor. The guy was wearing his Wearing an outrageously exaggerated golden battle armor, a golden halo shone behind his head, and his eyes glowed as he stood in a giant painting.

On the other side of the emperor, there is another painting. On it is a mortal, or in other words, an elder. He is wearing a simple robe, but his old face is full of spirit and fortitude. In his hands He holds the most eye-catching scepter, which is a scepter burning with fire. A soaring eagle stands on the top of the scepter, with blazing flames burning from under the eagle, and his name is Underneath the portrait.

"Makado, old guy, I didn't expect that they would hang you here, and this one over here is..." Vito said and turned to look at the portrait hanging side by side with the Emperor and Malcador.

It was a man wearing a black Inquisition windbreaker. He stared at the people passing by. There was also a sun disk behind his head, but it had a different shape from the emperor's. He wore a sun disk on his shoulders. As for the golden brochure, that brochure was quite gorgeous and unique. It was different from all military ranks in the empire. There were no stars or any military rank distinction marks on it, but only a soaring eagle and the thunder and lightning held under its feet.

The Imperial Sky Eagle is combined with the letter I of the Inquisition, hanging on his chest. The golden ribbon of glory and the crimson battle robe blow down from his shoulders. Under the crimson battle robe is a long red velvet belt. The edges were decorated with golden velvet to distinguish it from the color of the red robe. Just like a red road, the belt hung from his shoulders and extended from his waist.

On the wide red belt, there are several shining badges, to be precise, they are military badges or emblems. From top to bottom, they are arranged from the Inquisition, the Ministry of Justice, the Astra Militarum, the Imperial Navy, and a unique one that combines Boltgun, chainsword and Space Marine war helmet are the unifying emblems that represent all Space Marine Chapters.

The symbols and emblems of all the armed forces of the empire were placed in an orderly manner on his chest, symbolizing his power and his supreme power to control all shields and blades in the entire empire.

The name of power is imprinted under the portrait. At the end of the portrait, a golden nameplate is engraved with the name of the person depicted on it.

Vito Constantine, Supreme Marshal of the Empire and Supreme Master of the Inquisition.

Vito looked at the portrait and was stunned for a moment. He pointed at the portrait and was about to say something when the closed door next to him opened under Heinrich's operation, and the roaring door opened to both sides. , followed by the sound of uniform footsteps.

"Everyone stand at attention! Salute the marshal!" Behind the gate, the man standing at the head of the judges stood at attention and shouted. As he lit up, the sound of neat footsteps closing could be heard throughout the hall, and the heels of boots hit the ground. Together, dozens of arms were raised simultaneously in the roar, saluting Vito behind the gate.

On the other side of them, those silent assassins wearing tight-fitting combat uniforms and different skull masks stood on the other side. They did not salute, but all knelt down to the female assassin who led them. All of them The terrible assassins all knelt down and bowed their heads to Vito.

Heinrich also retreated outside the gate and stood at attention, saluting. He stood next to Vito and looked at Vito with serious eyes as he stood with his head held high, "Welcome back, Marshal, all members of the Inquisition and Assassin's Chamber are at your service. The command."