Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

As one of the most prominent families on Terra, the Skruze family was once well-known for the Emperor's use as court painters. They were quite famous as early as the Terra Unification War, when they worked for the Uruz Empire on Terra. He served the great tyrant and drew countless exquisite paintings, describing the process of that powerful tyrant's unification of the Slavic region.

And when the great tyrant's empire was crushed by the Emperor, the Emperor took a fancy to the talents of the Skruze family. He recruited them into his imperial court, where they followed the Emperor and used magnificent paintings to depict them. The scroll records the great achievements of the Unification War, and also remembers every magnificent victory of the Great Crusade for mankind.

"The Battle of Ullanor", "The Coronation of the Warmaster" and "The Final Battle, The Day the Emperor Ascends" are all famous paintings that are familiar to the Empire and are guests of honor in countless churches and national temples. This family.

Even after the Emperor sat on the Golden Throne, the Skruz family still enjoyed a high status. They served the high lords and the top nobles of Terra. According to legend, their services were very expensive, and the price of a painting was enough. I bought a Rogue Trader warship.

But it is worth it. People always say that there is no picture that Scruze cannot paint. No matter how incredible and shocking the picture is, Scruze can paint it vividly and leave its charm and profound meaning vividly on the canvas. Once you take a look at it, you feel like you are there.

This made the Skruze family even more prominent after the emperor left and the empire entered the mortal era. As a result, they accumulated huge wealth and became the top nobles richer than before. This also made their family members He was extremely proud, even arrogant. Scruze boasted that there was nothing he couldn't draw.

This sentence reached Guilliman's ears, so he invited Master Skruz to come here to leave the same picture for his upcoming grand event that will last forever. Skruz agreed, and he was very confident. Even proud, he believed that he could once again create a masterpiece that has been famous for thousands of years.

This would allow him to get a large reward from Guilliman, and later make his reputation even more prominent. After hearing the news, more imperial dignitaries would bring more money to invite him, and this would also His fees and worth have skyrocketed, so Scruze came here very confidently, ready to leave an achievement that he is proud of.

But he was wrong. When Scruze stood on the steps of this magnificent palace and set up his easel, he knew that he was wrong. He could not paint the scene in front of him at all. Even with all his talents, he could not paint the scene in front of him. One ten thousandth of the momentum of the scene.

It was a scene of tens of millions of Astartes standing in the square. Thousands of demigod warriors were arranged in countless dense formations. They stretched along the huge square towards the skyline, as if they were watching. The endless steel land.

Scruz's eyes widened as he looked down at the square formation coming neatly from the avenue outside the square. The flags were flying above the heads of the burly soldiers. They stepped into the square with neat steps, starting and stepping on the ground at the same time. The footsteps shook the heaven and the earth, making the whole world seem to be trembling.

Above the heads of the giants marching in formation, on the pedestrian streets and platforms surrounding the avenue, millions of mortals cheered and squeezed forward, just to see the extraordinary descendants of the Emperor marching below. Their glory, their shining armor.

Pilgrims from all over the world of Terra, regardless of their identity or status, crowded into a group. The chaos of the crowd forced the Ministry of Justice to dispatch almost all the law enforcement officers at hand. They waved electric batons on the surrounding streets to maintain order. , shouts and roars echoed with the barking of the modified police dog beside him.

But their voices were completely drowned out by the more fanatical crowd around them, especially the followers of the state religion who were the most fanatical. They raised the emperor's flag in their hands and kept shaking the incense burner in the crowd, even smashing it. The bystanders were cursing.

The believers completely ignored the curses of the people around them. They just moved forward feverishly, stretching their hands towards the magnificent statues of the Emperor's Angels on both sides of the avenue above their heads. Hymns of praise were recited from their mouths, again and again, one after another. Constantly echoing in the heads of tens of millions of people.

In the air lingering in the hymn, petals fell from the sky. Those floating and rotating petals fell to the ground, falling from the millions of fluttering flags and falling on the walking demigod warriors, stepping on the ground covered with flowers. , shaking the petals again and again and stepping forward.

Scrooge looked at the ocean of steel. The power armor surged forward on the streets like waves. The endless brigade of Space Marines passed by the crowd's carnival, and the petals that fell on their bodies marched in front of them. In the square, they lined up to enter the dense formation that had entered here earlier.

They marched in neat steps into the open space above the square. Following the loud shouts of the leading centurion, hundreds of Space Marines turned around neatly, picked up their blasters and stood at attention with a deafening step. The sound of the ground echoed throughout the square, like thunder in a thunderstorm.

With the sound of uniform footsteps, the Space Marines stepped into the huge square. They stood there densely, holding the bolt guns in their hands and looking up at the steps in front of the magnificent church where Scruze was. Tens of millions of Star Warriors The sense of coercion that the soldiers looked at at the same time made Scruz unable to breathe for a while.

And in front of him, what separated him from the Astartes below on the stairs were the Imperial Guards. Thousands of Imperial Guards wearing the golden armor of the Emperor's Guards stood on the stairs holding halberds. They walked along the stairs. The long steps go down and form a straight golden wall on the side of the street in front of the end of the cathedral steps.

The imperial guards held shining power halberds, and blue lightning burst out from the spearheads. The golden-armored imperial guards held sacred weapons and strutted in front of the stairs. In front of them, groups of people passed by the majestic church. A formation of Space Marines, carrying bolters, passed one by one in front of the people standing on the stairs.

Guilliman stood side by side with the five Chapter Masters. They stood in front of thousands of Space Marines under the protection of thousands of Custodes. Everyone in the passing formations raised their bolt guns at the extraordinary beings on the stage. , suddenly turned his head and raised his head to salute, and the Chapter Leaders above also saluted them one by one.

Robert Guilliman, the emperor's extraordinary son, stood at the top of the stairs. He raised his head and looked down at the phalanx passing below. Each phalanx passed in front of him and then marched to the square, where many stars The soldiers looked up at the steps, but soon they looked towards the side of the square intersection and burst into cheers.

The cheers of tens of thousands of Space Marines raising their arms at the same time made Scruz feel dizzy for a moment. He held on to the frame, not even ignoring the paint on the tray below that splashed on him. He turned to look at the intersection of the square. The newly entered neat formation was a piece of snow-white battle armor.

The Space Marines in the entire square cheered for their Luna Wolf brothers. The neat warriors in white armor entered the square and passed by the stage amidst the cheers. The five Chapter Masters on the stairs saluted them. , especially headed by their own chapter leader Loken, who was extremely proud of his warriors.

And this feeling of pride reached its climax when Guilliman himself raised his arms to salute them. The primarch himself raised the hand of domination in his hand, and the palm inlaid with gorgeous gems and gold was raised high. The Space Marines below all burst out with the warmest cheers.

The soldiers of the First Company of the Luna Wolves marched proudly. Their leader, Captain Rex, pulled out the power sword from his waist and held it in front of him, looking up the stairs. The soldiers behind him neatly raised their blasters. Passing by the stairs under the flags fluttered by the flagbearers, they all looked at the Emperor's children on the stage.

Scruze looked at everything in front of him in shock. It took a lot of time for an entire legion of soldiers to pass by, but Scruze couldn't tell how long it took. He kept his eyes fixed, even if his eyes were dry and red because he opened them. He didn't close his eyes, as if he was afraid of missing any moment.

He looked at the torrent of steel rolling past in front of him. He now knew that he would definitely not be able to draw one ten thousandth of the momentum here. He couldn't do it, and no one could do it.

After spending an unknown amount of time, the Luna Wolf Legion's huge queue finally completed its march. The white battle armor merged into the square. Here you can see the ocean of white, gold, grey, blue and dark green. Divided and arranged together, it was an endless torrent of steel, stretching to the end of the horizon.

On both sides of the square, there are several rows of Titans standing around the square. These steel giants stand side by side with their cannons raised in both hands. They stand in an orderly manner around the square, row after row, and they are also invisible at all. The end.

At the feet of the Titans, there are groups of armored armies parked, including Chimera personnel carriers, Salamander self-propelled artillery, Leman Russ main battle tanks, Deathshooter missile launchers, Hydra anti-aircraft guns and countless others. The Imperial armor was lined up, spreading out at the feet of the Iron Giant, surrounding it like an ocean.

The steel behemoths extend along the formation of Space Marines to the end of the world. In that extremely far place, everything there is no longer visible. Only the majestic Titan still stands in that distant place, against the background of the sky. Leave a silhouette on it.

As all the Space Marines entered the square, Guilliman immediately raised his palms, facing the endless Space Marines in the square below. Following the original body's signal, the tens of thousands of people in the entire square who were cheering just now The giants fell silent for an instant, becoming silent almost at the same time.

Skruze looked at the scene in front of him with wide red eyes. Guilliman turned his head towards Skruze, "Blink, let your eyes rest, and then record everything you saw today, Skruze." Grandmaster."

"I, I, I." Scruze couldn't even say a complete sentence. He stood among the demigods. The shock made him completely unable to organize his words with normal thinking. He could only pronounce it like a baby. Intermittent words.

Guilliman nodded silently to him, "I think you will. Everything today will be remembered by history." After saying that, Guilliman turned to the warriors at the bottom of the stairs and extended towards the horizon. The departed Space Marine Legion looked up, silently listening to whatever the Primarch had to say.

On their side, standing at attention in front of the armored army, the mortal soldiers standing straight after countless flying surprises also looked up. They lined up in countless queues and stood in front of the tanks and armored vehicles, and above their heads , all the operating team members were also lined up and standing on the stairs of the corridor surrounding the Titan's body.

In front of the entire cathedral, millions of people in the huge square stood silently, waiting for the words of the Emperor's Son. Skruz glanced at Guilliman beside him. He put down his hand, and the master immediately picked it up. He took out the brush in his hand and began to draw on the paper with his red eyes. He looked at Guilliman, trying to record everything completely.

"Here today, we gather in this magnificent square, where the proud warriors of the Empire also stand. It is an honor for me to stand before you. I believe that the Emperor himself will be proud of you."

Guilliman did not need to borrow any sound transmission equipment. His voice was rich and loud enough to be heard by people in the most remote places. He stood on the steps, surrounded by a large number of servo skulls around his head, their mechanical eyes aligned. With Guilliman, the words spoken by the original body were broadcast live to the whole of Terra, and in the future it will also be broadcast to the whole Empire.

Hundreds of billions of people are watching Guilliman in front of their own TVs and holographic equipment in the square. The whole of Terra is dead silent, silently listening to the words of Guilliman, the son of the Emperor and the superhuman body.

"I proudly look into each other's eyes with all the warriors. I am extremely honored to speak to you here, because I once pierced the old night with your ancestors, dispelled the darkness and brought light, and today, here, here In the dark galactic era, I am also fortunate to be able to work with the same warriors and their descendants to dispel the night again. Please accept my respect, all proud warriors of the Emperor, I salute you."

Cheers, deafening cheers echoed in the sky of Terra. It was the cry of the entire world, and it was the empire's loud roar that burst out again after tens of millions of years of silence.

"The chess pieces have fallen, and now we can only move forward. I have been ordered by the Emperor to lead this great expedition, and now, I invite the great Supreme Marshal, the Emperor's stalwart brother, to ring the bell of the expedition! Vito Kahn Lord Standing, please come forward."

Guilliman raised his arms sideways and gestured backwards. Skruz and everyone on the steps looked back. From behind the completely imitated golden throne door of the church, from under the separate emperor's throne, Vito wearing golden armor appeared. As he walked out, a bright halo burned behind his head, and a holy light enveloped him.

Vito walked past Scruze, who looked up at the passing giant with red eyes. The paintbrush in his hand fell to the ground, but was quickly picked up and waved in front of him. Scruze kept moving repeatedly. With his eyes fixed, he painted the magnificent picture of Vito walking forward and standing side by side with the original body.

This will be an epic, a great picture that will forever be remembered by all human history. The picture depicts Vito walking up to the stairs and pulling out the Emperor's holy sword from the scabbard handed to him by Guilliman. The sword points to the sky.

The burning holy sword pointed straight into the sky, overlooking the huge army on the earth and looking at the sky and the universe. He held the holy sword and stared at the blazing tip of the sword.

"From the land of Terra to the borders of the galaxy, the Indomitus Crusade begins."

Scruz heard the cheers of the whole world, and the whole of Terra was cheering. It was the first roar that burst out from the human empire after ten thousand years of silence.

And in his hands, the last stroke of the oil painting was put down, and everything in front of him was fixed on the canvas. "The Beginning of the Expedition." He named this painting as such. It was another masterpiece destined to be remembered by history. painting.