Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Night shrouds this huge hall, and the wide staircases arranged in layers around it are extremely wide. The steps there are even taller and wider. Obviously they are not designed for mortals, but for some who are taller and more majestic. Designed with powerful beings.

But that was also many centuries ago. This place has been abandoned for a long time. The passage of time and wind and sand have made this place old and dilapidated. The exquisite murals on the surrounding walls have long since fallen off, and now only a few fragments are still fixed on the walls. , shaking with the cold night wind blowing in from the surrounding crumbling walls.

And all around, only a few of the towering white marble pillars are still standing. The entire circular hall is filled with incomplete bodies. They and the ceiling above are broken tall dome glass and bricks. Tile fragments were piled together and scattered around, between the tall terraced seats.

Those stepped seats were covered with dust, and the thick dust covered them, staining their surfaces gray. They clung to them, submerging all the glory and memories of the past under the yellow sand of history.

Darkness shrouded this ancient palace. The wide halls, towering statues and exquisite murals arranged in layers have been silent in the dark night.

But a golden light pierced the curtain of darkness. The light shone at the lowest point of the stairs, in front of the stone steps seats in the front row near the throne. The dim darkness below it was pierced by the golden light, and the hazy light shone there, illuminating It lit up the dust-covered surface there, and with a cold wind blowing from the ground, the dust there was blown away.

The thick dust covering it fell off bit by bit, and under the faint golden light, the relief sculpture below finally emerged from the ashes. The first one was an outstretched wing, then the other side, and finally when The last breeze blew by, and the relief of the holy blood droplets reappeared in the world.

The drop of blood was not made of gems, but the same stone material as the steps themselves, so it did not emit light, but in front of it, another real gem shone in real golden light, its surface flowing It's shiny, just like the golden wings on both sides.

Under that mark, the surface of the golden-red battle armor shone with luster, and the dirty blood covering its clean surface fell off under the golden light. They slid downward little by little, and its surface reflected the golden sun. It was an extremely shining sun, with sharp edges dancing around its edges.

In front of the sun, a blurry figure was reflected on the surface of the armor. His face was shrouded in the bright moonlight falling above, blurred by the light, and turned into a blurry shadow.

He stood in the light and looked down at the head hanging down in the center of the red armor below. The white hair looked like silver threads in the moonlight. He looked down at the head in front of him and moved forward with the steps of a single eagle imprinted with lightning. Taking a step, the golden armor emerged from the moonlight, and the face also stepped out from behind the light curtain.

His faintly flashing golden eyes shone in the darkness, with little golden arcs dancing in the corners of his eyes. His shining and burning pupils looked down at the white-haired Dante in front of him.

He stood in front of the throne, overlooking Dante's head below. He spoke slowly, and his voice echoed in the huge hall, like the sound of wind blowing from the other side of the river of time, light and full. The heavy feeling of history, and then the painting style suddenly changed into a tone full of joy.

"You are so white, and your face is wrinkled like the towel Ragnar used. Maybe it was used by a servitor to wipe the floor."

"You are still as weird as you were five hundred years ago. I hope you haven't been castrated in the past five hundred years. Maybe that would be better and cure your irregular appearance." "Just like you?"

Dante raised his head and looked at each other, and then the man in front of the throne laughed instantly. He laughed and jumped down from above and held Dante's hand.

"I'm glad you're not dead yet, old man. I always thought you were dead and buried in the ground." "If you're not dead, I won't die. Vito, before you go to the ground, I will Try to live as long as possible so that you can have your funeral and then step on your grave. "No, you still remember that we were buried in the ruins and I stepped on your head to climb up. What are you doing?" It’s time to hold a grudge.” “One of the benefits of living a long time.”

Vito stood aside with his arms folded and smiled as he looked at Dante as he stood up. The latter looked at him with a playful smile on his face and kept raising his eyebrows as if to hint at something crazily. Dante glanced at him. He turned over the white smoke and smiled.

"Okay, I know, thank you. I thank you on behalf of the whole team. Is this okay? Or do you want me to include all of Baal?" "No, anyway, there are seven people in Baal, and we can't make one with complete arms and legs." "Do you know what a hell joke is? I recommend you go to the subspace to develop a talk show career." "I've been there and was almost killed by a Khorne demon."

Vito raised his nose proudly, and walked past Dante with his hands on his hips. He looked up into the sky and pointed at the bright moon hanging high in the night sky above his head, "If you want to thank me, then You can’t just thank me, but also thank you for your true friend Khorne, the first tsundere, Sanguinius’s rumored best friend, and the eternal godfather of the Blood Angels, Mr. Kabanda.”

Dante raised his head and looked above his head. He saw the moon of Baal in the sky above. The moon that was originally far away also came closer to the ground as night fell. The huge moon disk was made of terrifying Tyranid bones. The abuse symbol also became super big, super conspicuous, and super cute.

What? Why is there love? I feel that I have nothing but love for Kabanda's behavior of running thousands of miles to help, rushing out of the subspace without hesitation when the Blood Angels were in danger, picking up two battle axes and standing between the Blood Angels and Tyranids. I can't find any reasonable adjectives.

"He really made me cry to death." Vito stood there and wiped the corners of his eyes, as if there were really tears there, while Dante behind him suddenly had a weird expression.

"To be honest, I have always doubted whether he has feelings for your father that go beyond enemies, or even friendships. What do you think?" "I won't comment, but I don't mind telling the state church about your views and letting them Put you in a cannon and hit Baal's sun."

Vito laughed and looked at Dante with his hands on his hips. He glanced at the white hair on his head. The silver hair became particularly conspicuous and bright under the moonlight, as if it was an unfolded table lamp or something, shining. It was brighter than the skull of that bastard that Vito saw every time he went to Terra.

He raised his palms to block in front of him, stepped back and used his peripheral vision to pop his head out of his palms, and looked Dante up and down, "Yes, his hands and feet are still there, and both eyes are still there, and he didn't run away because his brain got hot. He fought a Tyranid tyrant in a one-on-one fight, and then was chopped into a stick. After that, he could only be put in a power armor and had to be fed by others. "

"Are you in Yin Yang Calgar?" "Yes?" "What do you think? Based on your description, can the entire empire find a second person?" "Great, it seems that the entire empire knows about it, remember. Don’t be too idle to get too excited and run to fight a monster that looks very fierce, especially if it’s a few meters taller than you.”

Vito stood there with his hands on his hips and raised his head. He laughed wildly. He didn't know what Bell would think if he heard him comment on his chapter leader here.

"Isn't this a good fable? It can be compiled into the Space Marine version of One Thousand and One Nights and told to the new recruits. Print it out later and I will give you a copy. Also, Logan, the next time he wakes up Bjorn , you can tell good stories to the recruits with the book.”

"Oh, and give Guilliman a copy." Vitor shrugged as he said it, quite cheerfully, although I don't know if Calgar would have traveled thousands of miles to him on Macragge's Glory if he knew about it. In front of him, and then give him a Titan Slaying Fist, the kind that steps towards him and hits him.

Dante looked at Vito who was laughing and hugging his arms speechlessly, "How did Calgar react when he knew you were the Supreme Marshal? Does he feel like I do that humanity will be doomed if you have you?"

"No, he's fine. He even took us to wake up Guilliman in the end, so I guess he's in a good mood. Can you be happy too? Don't be bitter and resentful all day long, making it seem like everyone is I owe you tens of billions of imperial coins."

"My Chapter is dying and my home is in ruins, so yes, I think it's time for me to be bitter, Vito, unless you have some good news that could cheer me up, like Calgar That way.”

Dante said as he shrugged slightly and gestured to the air, as if Macragge was above his head. No, he was not there. The only thing above his head was the large LOGO left by Kabanda, which shone in the moonlight. Galaxy level ad placement.

Now before clearing the skull, the Blood Angels will probably see their father's "good enemy" when they wake up and look up every day, once in the morning and once in the evening to deepen the user's perception.

Vito glanced at the Khorne LOGO moon above his head and smiled, then lowered his head and shrugged towards the Angel Throne, "How about I resurrect your father? Let the eagle child fall from the sky and return like lightning. Dance with you around the fire of Tyran's body."

"If you can do that, I'll laugh right back and hug you, but if you can't, just shut up and find a different joke that doesn't annoy me more."

Vito smiled. He stood under the bright moonlight in the distance. The moon's light shone under the golden halo behind his head, and the faint golden light mixed with the moonlight radiated around him.

Dante glanced at him, and it was hard to believe that this strange man in front of him was the most powerful psyker in the galaxy alongside the Emperor, and the great leader of the Empire.

His character is completely incompatible with the Empire. What about the Dark Galaxy's promise of bitterness and deep hatred? Why are you so happy? Did you think this was a Star Trek set?

Vito scratched his nose, and he caught a glimpse of an inscription on the base under the silver throne. Vito followed the inscription with his eyes and read, "A person's power is determined by his responsibility. The greater the power, the greater the power." The responsibility will be greater, just like the owner of this throne."

"I think this is a quote from Dickens?" Dante also looked at the inscription and asked, while Vito burst into laughter. He folded his arms and turned to the side of the golden winged throne, "No, it's from the movie. "Old Terra." "Movie?" "Hmm, you must have never seen it, but the protagonist in it also wears red and likes to fly around in the sky, just like you."

"Oh, by the way, he can also shoot spider silk out of his body." He pointed at the armor part between Dante's steps with his finger. The old chapter leader looked up at him speechlessly, "Sometimes I really wonder if you are pretending to be a Slaanesh demon." "No need to pretend, I have slept with both of their bosses, so rounding up, I am the boss of Slaanesh."

Vito proudly pointed at himself with his thumb, while Dante stood on the side with a smile and his arms folded, "I hope you don't mind if I record the part just now and send it to the Imperial Broadcasting Company for them to broadcast throughout the empire. Play your rhetoric once."

"That won't work. Many people will have low self-esteem, especially Slaanesh believers. It would be a big sin to disturb their unrequited love. Maybe their dreams will be shattered for a while, and they can't think of it and rebel on the spot to retaliate against society?"

Vito stood in front of the throne with one hand on his hip and his legs pressed to one side. With a happy mood, he pulled out the bolt gun from his waist and swung it quickly on his fingers. He looked at the rotating muzzle of the gun. , while firing, he muttered, "Have you noticed anything about the Blood Angels Chapter's proliferation plan? Do you have enough seeds loaded into the guns of your regiment?"

"You were an Inquisitor before. Are you really not a Slaanesh spy?" Dante said helplessly on the side. His eyes under his white hair turned to Vito with the corner of his eye. He looked as bright as the sun behind his head. Walking towards the silver throne with a smile, he jumped up and climbed up to the high platform of the throne with both hands.

"Considering that Baal's current situation of three people unable to raise a single leg, I guess it's difficult for you to rebuild the strength of new recruits on your own, so let me help you. I will ensure that I find enough arms and legs for you."

"So is there any deep meaning in your hell joke? Or after hanging out with the Eldar for a long time, my brain is finally abnormal." Standing with one hand below, looking at Vito above, the latter stepped on the cushion of the throne. , raised his head and reached behind the throne, where he began to tinker.

His head was close to the throne, half of his body was leaning on the backrest, but he was still mumbling, "The answer to the mystery is also very simple. A group of guys who like to wear red tattered robes full of engine oil smell and have weird quirks about gears can solve this problem. ”

"Adeptus Mechanicus? Really? I don't intend to turn my warriors into gear-covered freaks yet." "If you say that, the Iron Hands will be sad."

Dante sighed speechlessly. Every time he discussed such serious issues with this unserious guy, Dante was speechless. He raised a hand in front of him and looked at the guy on the throne, "Can you Are you serious? My war group is about to die, do you think I have the intention to keep joking with you?"

"Aren't all humans going to die every day when they open their eyes? But we are not alive and well by dinner time, so be optimistic, Dante, you should learn more from the wild wolves, especially their Fenris Santa Claus Logan." Vito said and grabbed something behind the throne, and a crisp crackling sound came from behind the silver throne.

"Well, if you want to put it bluntly, Caul's Primaris warriors can solve this problem. They are large in quantity and have enough power. They are much stronger than the current Space Marines and have better equipment. I have a war for you. A set is ready for the group, and shipping is free this time.”

"Primaris warriors? Are they the ones you deployed to the monastery?" "That's right, how about it? The package service for my own use, isn't it good? Don't thank me. I'll go to Fenris next time to get a red cotton coat. I'm looking for a few A reindeer pulls a sleigh and brings it to you.”

Dante looked at the guy's back and hesitated to speak. After thinking for a moment, he sighed with a wry smile, but there was laughter when he sighed, "You guy, okay, thank you, plus you helped us run away before. Taryn, I owe you a favor."

"Keep it, wait until I figure out what to do with you. Besides, I'll use the one that beats Tyranids first. I was able to let go of it when I accidentally turned one-fifth of Baal into rifts and melts. I hope you don't mind. "What? Damn it, what happened when I came here?"

Dante choked on his saliva and spit it out with a puff. Vito stood up and smiled and raised a box in his hand, "Oh, don't be so reactive. Last time I took Guilliman's Sousa." Halfway through the explosion, he couldn't hold it in. Here, I'll give you a gift to calm down."

Vito said and threw the box to Dante, who caught it. He looked at the box with the same golden-red appearance as his armor. There were several steel bars hanging on the surface of the box. Strips, beneath which is hardened steel armor, made exactly like a Space Marine's armor.

It is very hard, like a small piece of Space Marine power armor. There are several shallow cracks on its surface, which were scratched out by sharp claws. One of the cracks was pulled from the side of the Holy Blood symbol in the center. He went over and neatly cut off the edges of the wings.

Dante looked at the box, and then looked up at Vito in front of him. The latter shrugged, shook the box, and handed it over. Dante finally took it, his fingers stroking the box full of gaps. With the indented surface, my finger suddenly stopped at a bright red part after brushing it.

The red color is different from the color of the box itself. It is more scarlet, and also reveals a strong smell of blood. The smell of blood is particularly sensitive to the Blood Angels. Don't ask why? Just like you wouldn't want to ask a Dark Angel what a Fallen Angel is.

Dante sniffed the smell, frowned and looked up at Vito in front of him. The latter stood in front of Dante with his arms folded and sighed, "I asked Bell and the others to go to the monastery, and Lancelot followed the instructions. I requested to come here to pick you up and bring you in as a guide, but on the way here, he received a request for help on his Thunder Eagle, so he rushed over halfway. "

"But when they arrived, they only found Tyranid corpses on the ground, as well as the remains of several Blood Angel warriors, and military boxes. They defended this thing desperately, hoping that the contents inside would make you ignore me. A small mistake.”

Vito said with a playful smile on his face. Dante looked up and stared at him, with a strange look on his face. He always felt that something was wrong, but he still stopped talking. He and Vito have known each other for a thousand years. If he said One of the major characteristics of this guy that I know is that if you get into a fight with him, you will definitely not win. His mouth can make even Tzeentch demons collapse.

After hearing this, Dante lowered his head and looked down at the box in his hand. His fingers gently slid across its surface, and his eyes stared at the scarlet blood on it. The blood had long since solidified, but the smell still carried the smell of explosive gunpowder. , they fought to the end.

Dante looked at the box in his hand. He didn't say anything. He just reached out and pressed the lock button at the end of the box. The combination lock opened after a ticking sound. The gap in the box opened upwards and sprayed out from it. A cloud of negative pressure gas shot out a white light behind the pale smoke.

After Dante stared at the light in the gap for a moment, he pressed his palms on the edge of the box and slowly lifted it up. His eyes suddenly widened when he looked at it, and the haze that covered his pupils instantly Being dispelled, the white light shone on Dante's face, as if all darkness had been dispelled.

The light shot out in all directions, spreading from the box to the surrounding space. When the light and the moonlight came into contact with each other, even the bright moonlight was instantly assimilated. The bright moonlight turned into white light as pure as snow in the blink of an eye. That light It continued to shine around, eventually illuminating Vito's face.

He turned his eyes back to the box from a distance. He watched as Dante reached out a hand from behind the back of the box, and he lifted a radiant feather from the box.

It was a huge feather with a slight tip. A faint light emanated from the surrounding wings. Dante held it in his hand and looked at the feather with slightly widened pupils. Vito in front of him also held it slowly. He slowly lowered his hands in front of him.

Now he knew why the Blood Angels were willing to sacrifice themselves to protect this box from falling into the hands of Tyranid.

"Is this the feather of Sanguinius? I thought it was buried in the cemetery." Vito asked calmly, staring at the feather in front of him. A faint white light shone on his face, and he was also caught by that light. Dante's face was also brightened, and his pale skin seemed to turn red under the light.

He stared at the feather in his hand, as if time had disappeared. He stared at the feather in his hand as if his soul had been sucked into the light, and his words floated in the air as light as the feather.

"It was his feather, the angel's feather, which we deposited in a holy tomb east of Baal, as the only thing in my father's tomb, a part of his body."

The eagle child stayed on the Vengeful Spirit, and he died there. In the end, even the body was not brought back. This became the eternal sorrow of the Blood Angels. Only this feather was in Sanguinius at that time. The First Captain Azkelon beside him broke through all the obstacles of the Sons of Horus, and while almost completely berserk, he killed everyone who stood in his way, and came to Sanguinius from the chaos. beside.

He was unable to take away the angel's body. Before he was finally surrounded and killed, he only took one feather from his wing and brought it back. This became the only body of Sanguinius and was buried by the Blood Angels. In the tomb of Baal.

"When the Tyranids invaded, we were forced to abandon most areas of Baal, including the Tomb of Angels, so I ordered the first company to go there to escort the holy relic back and lock it in the relic room underground in the monastery."

Dante suddenly stopped as he spoke. He looked at the feather, and the light shone on Dante's face. Suddenly, as if some memory was evoked from his silver-haired head, he suddenly raised his head towards Wei. Please look at it.

"There is something waiting for you in the reliquary."