Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Dean Nassimov looked at the man standing at the table in front of him. He walked leisurely to the bookshelf on the side. The man's fingers slid over the bookshelf one by one, and those ancient military books were between his fingers. Jumping, the man looked at the names in the books.

"'History of Navigation', 'On War', 'Lord of the Sun - Macarius', 'Steel and Heavy Artillery, the Movement of War', and 'Glory and Victory'. Your collection of books is quite good. Over the past ten thousand years, You basically have all the military research books.”

He said and took down a book from the bookshelf. The man looked at the old brown-red book. The book looked very old. The pages had obviously been bound, maintained and rearranged repeatedly. Yes, although this book can already be called an antique, the content in it is quite meaningful.

"Well, "AirLand Battle" written by de Gaulle Tukhachev. I have to say that the content in this book is quite good and very insightful. It's just a pity that today's imperial army has split its armor. Infantry, heavy artillery and air force, so unfortunately, his concept of combined forces cannot be realized for the time being.”

"And not only his tactics, but that guy was also put aside and punished for his heretical remarks that "threatened the stability of the army." I remember that not long after he wrote this book, he was forced to retire. "

As he spoke, he flipped through the book. Nasimov walked into the office and slowly approached the man. Looking at the man's profile, he felt a little familiar but couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

"Who are you? Sir, how did you get in?" The dean asked and walked up behind him. The man chuckled softly and looked at the bookshelf. Soon he discovered that there was a separate stand in the center of the bookshelf. display rack displaying books.

It was a red book, with an eagle spreading its wings imprinted on the cover, and several lightning bolts caught under its talons. He looked at the cover of the book, with a slightly embarrassed and helpless look on his lips. With a smile on his face, he opened it and flipped through the pages of text. His expression became even more awkward as he flipped through the pages.

"Your Majesty, where did these sentences come from? Have I ever said these words?" He looked at the pages of parchment, which were made of wear-resistant materials and had been stored for a very long time. There were paragraphs written on them. Quotations, those are recorded words of a certain big shot, and they are recorded in quite detail, to an absurd degree.

"Especially this sentence, "Soldiers cannot spend too much time on eating and enjoying. Their first mission is to fight war. Only in this way is the first meaning of a soldier's existence. "" He tapped the content on the page with his fingers, and smiled wryly with a speechless expression.

"Okay, now I know why the living conditions of the Astra Militarum and the Navy are so poor. The prisoners of war said it violated the Geneva Convention. Good guys, you took my casual words as a bible and even used a sentence. Thousands of years.”

The man continued to complain while flipping through the important military classics, which were as vital to the imperial soldiers as the Book of Holy Sayings of the State Religion. General Nasimov, as the dean of the Zhongsi Academy, immediately became angry. He was furious. Step forward and approach the man.

"That's enough. I can't allow you to arrogantly criticize and insult the "Marshal's Codex" any more. I don't care who you are, sir. You have no right to do that! No one has the right to do that!"

"Oh? Not even if it's the original author? Although you have changed my little holy book with all kinds of embarrassment and jealousy, I can't even recognize it." He said and closed the book, which was as thick as a dictionary. The holy book was so thick that he had to clap his hands upwards to close the heavy book that was thick enough to be bulletproof.

Nassimov looked at the man's face. After hearing what he had just said, which was extremely natural and completely free of lies, Nassimov fell into deep thought. He stopped. As the dean of Zhongsi Academy, Nassimov knew how to judge. Lying and cheating, and excuses, believe me, the young people in the academy will not be less diligent in dealing with them in an attempt to get themselves off the hook.

But they often fail, because Dean Nassimov knows how to judge whether a person is lying. This was his experience long ago when he was serving in the army.

He knows how to tell from a person's eyes whether the quartermaster has distributed supplies well, whether the sentry on guard has deserted, whether the maintenance supervisor has maintained and inspected the armored vehicles today, and of course, there are also those from the Ministry of Military Affairs. Idiot, are you honest enough to process the materials you applied for?

Therefore, those students who lie will suffer more serious punishment, because lies and deception are the most vicious heretical behaviors. In deception, they may go astray, so they need to be taught a good lesson and let them Go back to the right path.

Nassimov knew how to tell when a man was lying, and now he saw no sign of a lie in the eyes of the man before him, as if he had actually written the book.

"What's your name? Sir." Nasimov asked after thinking for a moment. The man smiled and stood up the thick sacred book. He handed the book to Nasimov and gently touched the pages with his fingers. Knocked on the side, a name was written in beautiful gold-gilded fonts on the struck spot, a name that was remembered and forever respected by all the imperial strategists, soldiers and generals.

Nasimov took the book, looked at the name, and immediately frowned at the man in front of him, "Vito Constantine, Supreme Marshal, are you crazy?"

"Why do you think so?" The man put his hands behind his back and looked at Nassimov with a smile, while the latter stared at him with a frown.

"The Supreme Marshal has been away for thousands of years, but this does not mean that someone can impersonate him, the founder of the empire's armed forces, and the eternal leader." Nasimov glared at the man in front of him, who called himself Vito Kon. Standing's guy, the dean looked at him seriously, with anger flashing in his eyes.

"What you just did is enough to kill you more than ten times, sir, maybe more than that. For the sake of Judge Angvar, I have forgotten what you just did, but now please leave immediately! "

"If you value me so much, old friend, I assure you that he is indeed qualified to criticize the Holy Scriptures and the current situation of the entire empire. This is not because he is arrogant, but because he is Lord Vito Constantine. myself."

Angvar said and walked past Nassimov. He stood next to "Vito Constantine" who stood calmly in front of him with his hands behind his back. The judge looked at Dean Nassimov in front of him. , telling the unbelievable truth calmly and seriously.

Nasimov looked at the Inquisitor Lord in front of him. He was silent for a long time, and then looked at Vito in front of him and slowly spoke, "What the Lord Inquisitor said was shocking, no, it is not enough to convince me. "

"Nasimov, for the sake of the emperor, you..." Angvar was about to say something, but was stopped by raising his hand. Vito looked at Nasimov in front of him and smiled, and he said to He nodded slightly and pointed to the office door not far away.

"Go and close the door. I don't want too many people to know my existence yet. When you close it, I will prove it to you." After saying that, Vito put his hands behind his back and looked at Nassimov in front of him and waited. Following his actions, the dean certainly did not obey this order immediately. He did not know who Vito was yet.

So the dean thought for a moment, and looked at Anguva to the side with his peripheral vision. The leader of the tribunal nodded slightly to Nasimov. After some hesitation, Nasimov turned and walked towards the door.

"Sir." Lieutenant Charles standing outside the door looked at the approaching dean and asked softly with suspicion, but Nassimov nodded gently to him, and the dean silently pressed the buttons on both sides. Door handle, he gave the lieutenant the order with physical actions.

Lieutenant Charles looked at the door handle and nodded silently, "I will be waiting outside the door, sir. If you need anything, just call me."

Nassimov nodded gently. The movement was very small. Only he and Charles could see this movement. Angwar and the guy who claimed to be Marshal Vito behind him could not see this mutual hint. , Nassimov then pulled the door handle out and closed the door in front of him.

After closing the door, Nasimov let go of the golden door handle and slowly turned his head to look back, "Okay, now it's your turn."

Before Nasimov could finish his words, suddenly a bolt of lightning roared out, and the golden arc instantly shattered the door next to Nasimov. The bursting door instantly exploded into countless debris.

Several more bolts of lightning roared in, and the electric arc penetrated the brown-red door and bombarded the ground outside the office. Lieutenant Charles was startled and then without any hesitation, he pulled out the gun on his waist and kicked the door open. Stepping into it.

"Sir! You're okay." Charles raised his pistol and pointed it at the man, but when he saw the man, the words he was about to blurt out were suddenly choked.

Lieutenant Charles raised his pistol and pointed at the man in front of the office who was emitting golden lightning. He stood in the center of the office, endless lightning and surging power roared out of him, and those lightning struck down the people on one side. Bookshelf, rows and rows of books fell in pieces, and behind him, the tables, chairs, teacups and other decorations all fell one by one under the impact of its force.

Wherever the man stood, his eyes shone with endless light, and his eyes turned completely golden. The black trench coat also flew around with the power surging under him, and lightning flashed continuously in its lining, like a dark cloud. Inside.

Charles raised his gun and looked at the man blankly. Dean Nassimov in front of him looked at the golden man. The dean opened his eyes wide. He looked at the countless flashing lightnings that swallowed everything. The electric light, and more! The shining sun disk behind his head!

Behind the man's head, a shining halo slowly appeared. The circular halo disk gradually emerged with the beating and collision of lightning, and finally turned into a complete body at the top of his head. The man's head was in front of the halo. Illuminated by the light, his shining eyes looked at Nassimov.

Nassimov also looked at him. The thick sacred scripture in Nasimov's hand fell to the ground. The dean's expression of vicissitudes and infinite worries about the future was instantly dispelled by the light. His expression and eyes were instantly full of power, as if Something invisible was injected into his body, just like a paralyzed main battle tank that was finally injected with fuel.

Without any hesitation or doubt, Nasimov immediately knelt down on one knee in front of him and said, "Marshal."

"I'm glad we can get to know each other again, Dean." Vito said as he slowly walked up to Nassimov. His steps were as light as if they were floating in the air, but instead of the footsteps, there was the roar of lightning, accompanied by With every step Vito took, lightning flashed beneath his feet.

Stepping on the sea of ​​golden arcs, Vito walked up to Nassimov. He looked down at the lieutenant general in front of him, and then turned to look at Lieutenant Charles aside. He was still holding his gun, as if he was simply frightened. and forgot to put down the gun.

"Lieutenant, I think you can put the gun down. Besides, if you really want to kill me, you'll have to find something more powerful."

"Sir!" The lieutenant trembled after hearing this. The pistol in his hand fell to the ground. The lieutenant immediately knelt down when he saw the gun. He knelt behind Nassimov and lowered his head with him to face the vigilante in front of him. To, no, is a god.

"Your return makes me extremely honored, Marshal. I have been longing for this moment all my life. I can swear allegiance to you in front of you, not to your statue, portrait or anything, but to you."

"Your loyalty should belong to the empire and human civilization, not to me or a single individual." Vito asked softly, and the voice seemed to be coming from all directions amid the bombardment of lightning.

"What you said makes me feel great admiration, Marshal. Not everyone can refuse the desire for vanity and honor." Nasimov said in an extremely respectful, enthusiastic and loyal voice. He lowered his head, regardless of maintenance. What can Tuo say? The moment he showed up to reveal his identity, Marshal Nasimov, the old general and dean, had already dedicated his loyalty to him.

He dedicated his loyalty to the Supreme Marshal, a god, a legendary figure that they, the Imperial warriors, had heard about when they were children. When he returns, who will refuse to surrender to him?

Vito looked at Nassimov in front of him, his golden eyes flashing, "I feel honored by your recognition and approval, Dean, and now I ask for your help."

"Please give the order, Marshal. I will go through fire and water, no matter what! Even if it means being shattered to pieces." Nasimov lowered his head and responded to Vito with firm and extremely passionate words. His passionate voice sounded like He is a young man, not the old veteran who has undergone life-extending surgery before him.

But that was not an illusion. Nasimov felt that he was young again. The enthusiasm of his youth was injected into his body again, awakening the will that had been dormant for many years.

"Not only for you, but also for your students. I need the help of Zhongsi Academy." Vito said softly. Nasimov was silent for a moment after hearing this. After hesitating for a while, he raised his head and looked at The marshal in front of me.

"Please forgive my offence, Lord Marshal, but my students are not ready to step onto the battlefield yet."

"Sir! We are ready! We will also go through fire and water for the Marshal!"

Before Nassimov finished speaking, Lieutenant Charles behind him raised his head and protested loudly. The panic and fear in his heart just now was shocked that he was pointing a gun at the marshal. At this moment, he was also in Vito's light. turned into a frenzy under the illumination.

"Your enthusiasm is commendable, Lieutenant, so let us give you a test. Although it is called a test, it is an important task related to the fate of the empire."

Vito said, Nasimov raised his head and looked at Vito, who also lowered his head and looked at the dean in front of him. He smiled and turned towards the huge floor-to-ceiling window at the end of the office behind him.

"Don't worry, Dean, I'm not asking your students to go to war. They're not ready yet. I know that, but I do have a mission for them, for you."

As Vito spoke, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. He overlooked the huge palace outside the window. Magnificent palaces and gardens could be seen everywhere here. High walls, giant Roman columns, and aqueducts also stood and extended everywhere.

This is a beautiful place in every sense of the word, but beneath its beautiful exterior it has long been like a rotten apple, its gorgeous outer layer has long been corroded by moths.

"Please give your orders, Marshal, we are waiting for your orders." Nasimov stood up slowly and said. Vito smiled slightly listening to his firm voice. He turned to look at the city outside the window and looked at the distant city. A huge building that stands among countless palaces and high-rise buildings. It is a palace, a palace next to the golden throne.

Through the glass, Vito looked at the fourteen Gothic towers standing above the huge palace. Those towering towers all had different shapes, but they all had the same characteristics. They were gorgeous and extremely luxurious, with gold and silver. There are countless platinum and gems decorating the giant towers. Their builders spent all their wealth to build them, and all of them are to set off their status. The huge signs hanging on each tower The status of master.

"I am preparing to overthrow the High Lords Council of Terra, starting at ten o'clock the day after tomorrow," Vito said looking at the magnificent council hall, standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back.

"Do you know what they did?"

"Of course, sir."

"Then I guess I don't need to explain why."

Nassimov's face was reflected on the glass beside him. He looked in the direction of Vito and was silent for a while. Vito turned his head slightly and looked at the reflection on the window, "Is there a problem?"

"Overthrow the High Lords? Marshal, are you prepared to overthrow the Parliament?"

"Why, are you worried about rebellion?"

"No, of course not. My loyalty belongs to you, not to the high lord. Besides, what those bastards did is outrageous, especially the recent act of expropriating grain. They only thought about protecting themselves, without any I'm loyal to, so I don't have any hesitation, just..."

"Just what?"

"I'm afraid we can't do it just by relying on us. The high lords have concentrated a large number of troops for self-protection. Their palaces and parliaments are surrounded by iron walls. It is difficult for us to penetrate."

"No, you don't need to." Vito turned around and looked at Nassimov behind him. He walked on lightning and walked a few steps away from Nassimov. "The defensive troops will be mobilized to suppress and protect the perimeter of the palace. riot, so you don’t have to worry about the defenders.”

"The remaining guards who are still in the palace will be dealt with. You have only one mission."

"What? Marshal."

"Lead all your students, take up arms and enter the inner court of the palace. Control the streets, all weapons positions, light and heavy nuclear weapons, all ammunition depots, and all military camps. Disarm the idiots who are still there."

Vito stood in front of Nassimov, and the radiant marshal stood in front of him, overlooking him. Nassimov looked at Vito silently, waiting for orders.

"You need to control the streets and open a passage for me. Then I will go through there and enter the council, announce the dissolution of the High Lords Council, and then take over all command of Terra and the solar system. I will defend Terra, as Wan Like years ago.”

"What if they refuse? Sir, what if they choose to resist?" Nassimov asked, looking into Vito's eyes. The latter smiled slightly. He spread out his hand, and instantly a large bolt of lightning came from it. After shooting out, the electric light instantly illuminated the faces of Nasimov and Angwar and Charles on one side.

Vito looked at the lightning, and then suddenly tightened his grip. Nasimov looked at the lightning disappearing in his hand and nodded, "I understand, Marshal, I understand everything."

"Very good, Dean, very good." Vito stood in front of Nassimov, looking down at Nassimov like a god with his hands behind his back.

"The Assassin's Court, the Inquisition and their forces have joined me. What about you? Dean, will you and the Loyalty College join? Fight for the empire."

Nassimov looked at Vito and was silent for a while. Then he closed his steps and stood at attention in front of Vito. Without any hesitation, Lieutenant General Nassimov saluted his marshal with his arms, "With the Emperor and your In name, I and my students will obey your orders and the orders of the Supreme Marshal for the sake of the future of the empire and mankind."

"Very well, Dean, welcome to join the National Salvation Alliance. Everything you and we did on that day will be recorded in history forever." Vito said, pressing Nassimov's shoulders. The lightning on the palm of his hand partially faded, so he didn't turn the dean into coke when he touched him. The person who would turn him into coke was in the parliament opposite.

"It's my honor, Marshal, but are we the only ones? The Inquisition, the Assassin's Court and the College of Loyalty." Nasimov stood at attention in front of Vito and looked at the Marshal and asked.

His marshal smiled and then turned to look at the glass behind him. He looked at the magnificent palace outside the window, the main body of the palace standing behind the high golden wall.

"There are still some friends waiting for me inside the wall."