Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

"Hello, my dear friend."

"Alpharius."

Alpharius kicked the corpse at his feet to Vito. After the bones broke, the bishop slid in front of Vito like mud. He looked down at the bishop and raised his head again, "A gift for meeting?"

"Is it a gift for you and for my father?"

Alpharius turned and looked behind him. He stood on the ground, on the Terra pattern surrounded by stars, looking up at the towering statue of the Emperor in front of him. The statue had not been desecrated. He stood there, wearing shining golden armor, and the iron halo behind his head was made of pure gold, emitting the color of sunlight under the shining fire above his head.

The statue of the Emperor, holding the holy sword and looking up at the sky, he looked at the starry sky, but now, there was only a cloud of fire, in which the flames of the explosion and the wreckage of the warship that fell from the dark clouds slid.

The entire planet was shrouded in flames of war. Millions of shouts and cries of killing rang out outside, deafening bombardment, the sound of infantrymen riding armored vehicles, and the sound of gunfire that never stopped lingering outside the fortress.

The Hydra Lord looked up at the face of the Emperor. Many things flashed in his eyes, but it seemed that there was nothing. However, he did stand there. He was not hysterical like the common traitors, nor did he destroy it madly. He just stood there, looking up at the face on the golden armor.

Vito looked at his face from behind. It was a mysterious face. Unlike the greatness and immortality of other Primarchs, people only needed to look at them and would surrender to them. His face was different. That face looked nothing special, just like an ordinary Space Marine.

But it was precisely because of this that there was a mystery. It was a mysterious face, a secret face. It was precisely because of his ordinariness that Alpharius had been elusive in the past ten thousand years. No one knew when he would appear and where he would disappear.

"You are wearing your father's armor. Please accept my flattery. You are wearing it very well." "It fits you very well, especially when you need to fight." Vito walked behind him with the still burning sword in his hand. On the fire sword in his hand, there was a hot stream of fire dripping. The light of the fire illuminated the mosaic puzzle on the surface, illuminating the sacred Terra star map and the statue of the emperor in the center. The golden armor was now walking behind Alpharius. The heavy footsteps were accompanied by the collision of the armor joints. His voice was among them, "Father? Do you still call him father?" "He is our father, and this will not change. He is not a good man, not a kind person, but he is our father, and no one can change this." Vito walked out from behind a stone pillar, which was shrouded in shadows. In this not-so-large private chapel, only the glass dome above was not shining into the war on the surrounding land, illuminating a part of the central area, while the rest of the surrounding area was shrouded in darkness. The fire sword in Vito's hand lit up a corner of the darkness, and his face looked towards the center in the dancing flames. He stared at Alpharius, not knowing whether what he said was true or just sarcastic.

"I guess, you are not here to challenge me, right?"

"Yes, I need to see you." Alpharius said and turned around. He looked at Vito in the shadow beside him, looking at his face under the firelight, and Vito also looked at him. That guy was still the same as before. Perhaps, he was not the only one who had never changed in these ten thousand years.

Alpharius was wearing the armor in his memory. The armor was not high-profile. As the armor of the original body, it was low-key. There were no gorgeous gems on its surface, no exaggerated carvings and decorations, only a sparkling snake scale. On its chest, a silver nine-headed snake raised its head, embellishing the most gorgeous part of the armor.

Alpharius raised his head and looked at Vito, whose face was dancing with shadows under the firelight. He looked at the person in front of him, "How do I know it's you? Or is this just a substitute for you?"

"I'm here, you know, and you know why you're here." As he said that, Vito snorted and stood behind the stone pillar. Only half of his body was exposed, and his other hand was pressing something in an invisible place.

"So, you made me busy for several days, so many people died, and I broke through hell, just to see me? You could just call me directly or write a letter."

"We need to meet alone, no one knows I'm here, and no one will know about today's conversation." "Then let me ask you another question, why don't I kill you now? Kill a traitor."

After Vito said that, he held the Phoenix Sword, and the fire instantly burned more vigorously, and the strong murderous intent was released from there, but Alpharius seemed to turn a blind eye. He looked calm and did not make any moves to be an enemy.

In fact, he did not carry any weapons. He killed the fallen bishop with his bare hands, but he could not kill Vito with his bare hands. He knew it, and Vito knew it, so it was a sincerity, a sincerity that used his life as a price.

"I will die one day, but not in your hands, not today, and not here." Alpharis said calmly, as if he was betting that Vito would be as he said. This was a high-priced gamble, because if he lost, he would die today.

But he made the right bet. Vito did not intend to kill him. He extinguished the sword in his hand and emerged from the shadow of the stone pillar, but still said forcefully, "Give me a reason not to kill you."

"I'll give it to you." Alpharius said and looked up at Vito. He walked out of the shadows, appeared under the flickering light of gunfire above his head, and walked to the same ring as Alpharius.

The two looked at each other from a distance, and the sound of explosions from the sky echoed in this huge church. It came from a fallen battleship. Its wreckage was on fire, falling from the sky, and from the height of the fortress. Sliding past, the firelight came in and flickered on their faces.

The King of Hydra stood in front of the emperor's statue, and the magnificent golden statue was right behind him. Standing there was like a father behind his son's shoulders, as if holding up a tall dome above his head, supporting him. The flames of war outside.

And he was indeed like his son, speaking in front of his father, "Before you go to save our brother, you need the help of another person, the key person, and the destined person."

Vito frowned, standing opposite Alpharius, looking directly into his eyes, "Where did you know?"

"A prophecy brings stories, enlightenment, and guidance. It leads me here and tells you the destiny, the person of destiny, the thing of destiny."

"Whose prophecy?" Vito continued to ask, but received no answer. Alpharius was silent for a long time after hearing the words, and finally just answered with another irrelevant answer.

"You have to find a person, the person who owes something to the angel. He owes him a life. Remind him and ask him to repay you. He will try to resist and resist you. It will not go well, but in the end, he will join you. On the road to destiny.”

"Who are your people?"

"Our brother, Son of Darkness, Konrad Curze."

After speaking, Alpharius turned his head and looked at Vito. There was no deception or concealment in his eyes. He stood there, looking at Vito in front of the emperor.

"In the prophecy, the Son of Darkness will rescue the angel from the abyss. This is his fate and his destiny. He owes the angel too much, and these debts must be repaid to find him."

"You are talking as if I am a debt collector." "The debt of fate is always collected at the right time, and it will also choose the right spokesperson. This is not something you and I can decide." "What are you here for? What about the messenger? "The messenger of prophecy and destiny, yes."

As he spoke, Alpharius turned and walked to the side of the emperor's statue, to the shadowed corner. As he walked, he continued to speak, "He is on Terraria, a feudal world full of farmers and knights. And ridiculous legends." "It seems that Koz is having a sweet dream." "In our era, there are no sweet dreams. The sweeter the dream, the more bitter it is when you wake up."

"And you want me to wake him up? Tell him that it's time to pay off the debt? You know how Curze will react, right?" "Yes, so only you can do it. Among the many brothers, only You can talk to him and he will listen to you, at least until the end."

Alpharius turned around and planned to leave. He came in a hurry and left in a hurry, as if he was eager to do something. He couldn't delay for a moment, and he didn't intend to explain. Vito thought about the conversation just now.

"Why are you telling me these things? And why do you think I will believe it? Believe in a traitor." Vito's words made Alpharius stop. He stood at the foot of the emperor's statue, looking up silently. At him, those eyes met Vito's.

"I don't expect you to believe me, nor should you believe anyone. In this day and age, there are more lies than truth, but I have conveyed what needs to be conveyed. It is up to you to believe it or not, but for the sake of humanity, I hope you will Listen." He replied, then walked towards the shadow.

"Where are you going?" he continued to ask, and the latter still gave him an answer, "Go and do what you need to do. It has been ten thousand years and the work has not been finished yet, just like you."

After hearing this, Vito smiled and looked at his leaving back and was silent for a while. He didn't know whether he was persuaded or based on a stupid trust that should have disappeared long ago, but he finally chose to believe him. .

"I'm sorry about Omega."

He whispered, and Alpharius also stopped. He turned around and was silent for a long time. He only said one sentence. It was also very simple. It was the most common slogan in the empire, but from his When it came out of my mouth, it seemed extraordinarily different, even weird.

"He died a worthy death, for the Emperor."

After that, he left. He walked into the shadows. Alpharius's figure disappeared into the darkness, and the footsteps gradually faded away until they disappeared into the bottomless shadows. He left, just like He left just like that.

Vito walked to the edge of the shadow. They did not say goodbye forever, and they did not say goodbye, at least not counting the words just now. He stood in the shadow and repeated the words he just said, "For the Emperor."

He smiled silently, and he understood that many strange and incomprehensible things over the years seemed to have reasonable answers at once, traitor or loyalty.

He raised his head and turned to the emperor statue standing on one side, looking at him with a smile, "You have a good son, human, and you have a good son."

"And, you owe overtime pay to one more person."