Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

The streets outside the parliament hall finally calmed down. The attackers and defenders who were fighting fiercely just now put down their weapons and became... well, how should I put it, unusually friendly.

Cullen walked on the street that was cleaned up when the imperial guards passed by, holding the laser gun in one hand. He looked at the commandos around him. Most of them were sitting by the fountains left after the war, or sitting cross-legged on the walls and huge rubble, and some were leaning on the armored vehicles to chat with new and old friends around them.

Yes, new friends. On the nearby streets, many commandos were chatting with the defenders who had fought with them before. These soldiers who were enemies ten minutes ago stayed together peacefully, completely forgetting that they were still shooting at each other with guns just now, wishing to kill each other.

But when the golden man walked among them, it seemed that all the hostility was purified in his aura. The soldiers were no longer hostile and confrontational to each other, but became as friendly as friends, chatting about all topics.

Cullen walked past a Chimera troop carrier holding a gun. Beside him, several guards and commandos were working together to hang an assault gun on an armored vehicle. Soldiers in different uniforms worked together and quickly pulled the assault gun onto the armored vehicle. The successful soldiers laughed and patted each other on the shoulders.

Cullen walked past them. After walking through the street, he looked around. Dean Cullen walked between the soldiers who were cleaning up the battlefield and wandering around. When he reached the end of the street, he looked at the long parliamentary stairs in front of him and stopped. He had to stop because the end of the stairs had been cut off by the imperial guards.

Those formidable golden armored guards stood in a row guarding the front of the stairs. The tall imperial guards cut off the passage of the stairs like a high wall. Others stood on the stairs, one after another, extending all the way to the top gate.

Dean Cullen looked up at the top of the stairs, where the imperial guards held the fluttering flags. Cullen looked at the flying flags of the imperial guards. They fluttered in the wind, as intimidating as the silent golden armored guards under them. Their presence alone could automatically keep everyone away from that place.

A military truck rumbled past Cullen, and the heavy wheels crushed the broken stones and concrete debris on the ground, making a clacking sound. When the truck passed, Silva walked from behind the car. He walked on the road full of gravel and debris with a gun astride, looking around.

"Huo, the stormtroopers are here too." Silva smiled and looked at the top of the building above his head. Because of his voice, Cullen also looked at the high platform, where a Valkyrie transport plane was slowly landing. The stormtroopers either jumped from the transport plane or walked directly along the long bridge that spanned the giant palace buildings.

Stormtroopers carrying guns and other commandos came to the vicinity of the parliament hall. They gathered on the high platforms, happily chatting with each other and pointing at everything below.

The two looked at the soldiers above their heads, and soon heard the sound of armored vehicles in operation. Cullen and Silva turned their heads and saw armored vehicles coming from the side. Chimera and Leman Russ were marching in a column, and they were full of infantrymen. They drove to the front of the parliament hall in armored vehicles. When the armored vehicles stopped, they all jumped down and gathered with the students on the roadside.

The dean of the Infantry Academy, Draenei, who was holding a submachine gun, stood on the first Leman Russ. After the tank stopped, he jumped and strode over. The tall Draenei waved and greeted Cullen, "Hey, Cullen, you guys look messy here, what's going on? Are you having a party?"

"Then it looks like everything is going well for you, Draenei. There's not a single stain on your body. I believe it must be unusually smooth, not even a single shot was fired." Cullen patted the dust off his head and looked at Draenei who was walking over. The dean of the Infantry Academy laughed and walked up to pat Cullen on the shoulder, "Okay, stop teasing me here. I know you guys have experienced a big battle here. And it looks like you won. "

"Not entirely, the appearance of the Imperial Guards interrupted the battle, and the Emperor. Wait, why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be in the left wing barracks controlling that place and preparing for a possible counterattack?"

Cullen asked in surprise, and Delaney smiled and scratched his nose. He put his hand on his waist and pointed at the soldiers in the barracks that appeared with the armored vehicles. They were wearing the same uniforms as the Parliamentary Guards, so they could be distinguished from the Zhongsi Academy Commandos at a glance. These captured soldiers were following the armored vehicles on both sides. They didn't look like prisoners at all, and kept chatting with the commandos around them.

"We received an order to bring everyone, including the soldiers in the barracks, here. Well, they are quite cooperative and didn't make trouble. I like these guys. "Delaney smiled and said with his hands on his waist, and Cullen showed a surprised expression. He looked at the soldiers and "prisoners" who had merged into the team outside the palace. There were many people gathered outside the palace now, and it seemed that all the commandos involved in the operation had come.

"Whose order?" Cullen asked doubtfully, while Delaney shrugged helplessly, "Who knows? Anyway, it was Lieutenant Charles who told me. It seemed to be an order from some inquisitor, but who cares? Does this kid satisfy you? Did he get away with being late?"

Delaney smiled jokingly and looked at Silva on the side, who also looked at his dean with an embarrassed smile and scratched his head, "Well, dean, look at the face of our class's great achievements. , is this punishment?”

Cullen looked at Silva. He was about to say something when he accidentally saw something with his peripheral vision. Then Cullen immediately stood at attention and faced the top of the stairs, "Everyone stand at attention!"

Cullen's voice shouted, it was like an automatic command implanted in the calculation program. After hearing the command, all the soldiers, both enemy and friendly, instinctively stood still and looked towards the top of the stairs.

Silva looked at the people around him. He glanced at Cullen, who was completely paying no attention to him. He sighed and looked at the top of the stairs, muttering in a low voice, "The Emperor bless you."

Everyone outside the palace immediately stood at attention and looked at the top of the stairs. Both those who had been standing here before and those new members of the army stood at attention and looked in that direction. They looked at the majestic steps coming from the parliament hall. The golden giant walked out from behind the huge door. He gently shook his power claw and walked to the edge of the stairs.

The Immortal Lord with a golden halo behind his head stood at the top of the stairs. Behind him were a group of Forbidden Army soldiers. The commander of the Forbidden Army wearing a white lion fur and all the imperial ministers such as Angvar and Bona were standing there. surrounding him like a band of loyal apostles following their god.

All the Imperial Guards on the steps immediately raised their weapons, and the sound of neat weapons hitting armor mixed together, like a dull bell ringing. In that sound, all the soldiers around under the steps and those at the top were mixed together. The soldiers all looked at the golden giant in front of the gate.

Cullen felt his heart surge as he looked at him. Although he had seen him once before, he was still extremely shocked when he saw him again. And beside him was Delaney and the warriors who saw him for the first time. His eyes widened even more, and his jaw almost dropped, but he still kept his straight posture in the extreme shock.

"Salute!" Cullen shouted loudly and raised his arms. The order was echoed by everyone around him again like a neurological reflex. All the soldiers raised their arms to salute the golden man at the top of the stairs at the same time.

Cullen raised his arms. He inadvertently noticed the servo skulls whizzing down above their heads. The servo skulls suspended above their heads began to record holographic images. The flashing mechanical eyes moved around, accompanied by the servos themselves wandering around. The skull records everything here.

Several servo skulls equipped with holographic high-definition cameras were suspended in front of the stairs. They aimed their thick lenses at the man on the stairs, the golden man who was the absolute focus of the audience.

"Many of you have mistaken me for the Emperor. I am not the Emperor. I would like you to reintroduce yourself. My name is Vito Constantine. I believe you have all heard of it more or less. I."

Vito stood at the top of the steps, surrounded by many mortals and Forbidden Army soldiers, speaking to the tens of thousands of mortal warriors below. He looked at the young faces. They stood at attention after the battle. On the streets littered with rubble and bullet holes, some climbed directly onto armored vehicles and tanks to look at themselves because they were further away.

Of course they had just heard of him. All the students at Tadashi Academy knew Vito, not in fact, but they had seen his name repeatedly in countless books, stories and textbooks, Vito. Constantine, the fabled founder of the Imperial armies, navy, and Legions and Chapters of the Astartes, the fabled god who co-created the Imperium with the Emperor, had no doubts when they saw him. Questioned.

The doubts caused by the stories they had seen in books disappeared at this moment. There was no doubt that the person standing on the steps was a god, a god who once only existed in legends, but now stood in front of them.

"Like the Emperor, I was born and grew up on Terra. We have witnessed everything about this planet, its prosperity, decline and all the sufferings it has experienced. So I want to tell you that the difficulties we are experiencing now are different from those in the past. The Age of Strife, and the Dark Ages.”

"Terra has faced more desperate moments, but she has persevered. Our race and civilization have persevered. This time! We will still stand! Terra will always shine in the Emperor's Under the light!"

Vito said loudly, he raised his iron fist and pointed at the magnificent palace behind him, "Terra has two enemies, one inside and one outside. Now its internal enemies have still been eliminated, and those greedy and corrupt high lords have Slain, the Imperium's will was carried out, the Emperor's wrath was unleashed, and now the loyalists on Terra would unite against the enemies outside."

"In space! The self-proclaimed copycat Warmaster Abaddon, the son of Horus, is leading his black legions and traitor armies towards Terra! They think they can capture Terra! The throne world beneath our feet is as different as Homeworld! But I tell you! Their attack is just a parody of their father, Horus and the Traitor Primarchs' last attack on Terra! Who told me who won on Terra? "

"We!" Trajan shouted together with the ministers around him, and all the golden-armored guards around him shouted together, and their voices mixed together and vibrated around the entire street.

"That's right! We won! I once worked with your ancestors and the Emperor's Imperial Guard behind me! Ten thousand years ago, we defeated the army led by their traitorous gene father, which was dozens of times more powerful than now. A hundredfold siege! We kicked their traitorous father's ass hard on Terra, and the Emperor personally killed Horus, the leader of the traitors! And now that their traitorous sons are back, they think this time! Can they win? I tell you they won’t!”

"Terra has faced countless wars! From the Golden Age to the Iron Man Rebellion, to the Age of Strife and the Great Crusade! The planet beneath our feet has fought countless enemies. Your ancestors have fought with me! The Emperor still has loyalty. The Primarchs are fighting on the planet beneath our feet! We won last time and we will win this time!”

"We are not fighting alone. The son of the Emperor outside the solar system, Robert Guilliman, the Primarch of the Ultramarines, has awakened from his long slumber for thousands of years. He is currently leading the Ultramarines and all his sub-groups, hundreds of thousands of them. Loyal Space Marines march to Terra! They will join me here! Beat up the traitors once again! Tell their evil gods who is the master of Terra!"

Vito shouted with a loud voice. His voice could be heard clearly by everyone without the need for any amplification equipment. Everyone who heard his words raised their heads and looked at him excitedly, Robert Guilliman, The Emperor's Thirteenth Son has awakened. He is leading the Ultramarines to Terra. The mere news is enough to cheer everyone up.

"Not only that, the loyalists will also win on Mars! The Archsage Belisarius Caul, a close comrade-in-arms that Guilliman and I trust, will also personally lead the Mars Skitarii and fight with the entire Mechanicum war fleet. Come to Terra! They will bring plenty of food and supplies, and let the famine go! The Mechanicus and the Astartes will be with us in orbit and on the surface of the Throne World. Fight!"

Vito walked at the top of the stairs, his heavy golden armor moving with his footsteps. His movements and words were recorded by the servo skull suspended in the air, and the rotating cameras were like thousands of pairs here. The eyes were staring at him, looking at the golden giant that made people's blood boil.

"These cameras will record what I am going to tell you today and publish it throughout Terra. It will also be published in all corners of the entire empire in the future. No matter how remote the world is, everyone will watch what I tell you today. Tell you everything,"

"I assure you, Guilliman is the first Primarch to return, but he will not be the last! All loyal Primarchs will return! They will lead their children with you! Stop those traitors. Ten thousand years, hundreds of millions of years of mortal warriors have stepped into the sea of ​​stars together, just like they did during the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago!"

"I, and all the children loyal to the Emperor will step into the stars with you, and together we will kick the asses of those traitors and demon bastards! I will be proud to defeat them with you, and the Emperor will be there The throne is proud of you, because you will conquer the sea of ​​​​stars just like your ancestors did during the Great Crusade thousands of years ago!"

Vito stood still and shouted at the crowd below. He pointed to the sky above his head, "Abaddon said that the "era of the Primarch" is over? Fart! Our era, your era has just begun! The new one The Great Crusade has just begun!”

"So let those bastards come! Let those losers come! I will work with you here, on the Throne World, the origin of mankind, to defeat those bastards again! Just like I defeated his father Horus. Catch Abaddon and his chaos bastards and beat them up, then kick them back to the subspace to cry, and let their fathers and mothers cry for their mothers to find their useless primarch and the same waste that has failed for ten thousand years. Evil gods!"

Vito roared and raised his claws, and the power claws flashing with golden lightning were raised high. He roared at the surrounding warriors at the top of his lungs, "What do you say? Let's kick it together." Those bastards’ butts?”

Warm cheers erupted from the bottom of the stairs. The soldiers raised their arms and shouted. Countless guns were raised high and moved up and down with their arms. Thousands of mortal soldiers stood on the streets and armored vehicles and shouted loudly. Cheered, even the surrounding Imperial Guards cheered involuntarily.

Trajan and his golden-armored guards raised their arms and roared in cheers. The voices of hundreds of guardsmen and thousands of mortal soldiers mixed together, like dragon roars resounding in the sky, echoing over the entire palace. Vito watched After smiling at the cheering soldiers around him, he raised his head and looked above his head.

He raised his power claws high and clenched his fists. He looked at the fleet assembled on the dome. He knew that at this moment, Abaddon had probably completed the assembly and was heading towards Terra. The battle was imminent, but he didn't He felt no fear at all, nor did he or the warriors around him who were about to return from the Primarch, the Great Crusade, and the Age of Mythology.

Vito pointed at the sky and clenched his claws. Golden lightning jumped from his claws, bounced from his eyes and arced on his face. He smiled and looked in the direction of the battlefield.

"Let the war come, let the new great expedition begin!"