Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Chapter 483 Rebirth from the ashes: Pedroneela’s battlefield records (Part 1)

"In the battle at the Ministry of Government Building, the Marshal took the lead. He descended from the sky with golden lightning to judge. The demons and demons of Tzeentch were helpless in the face of him. They could only die and escape. Above the Marshal's head, steel wings spread out and soared from time to time. Judgment and death fell. Behind him was Lancelot from Cologne. He was holding a knight's sword and chopping thorns with the marshal. On both sides of them were Don Quixote and Don Quixote from the unknown land. Knight Charlemagne, and more knights of steel.”

——Excerpt from "Marshal's Expedition, Records of the Indomitable Expedition, and the Battle of the Great Rift" by Pedronilla Viva

To be honest, Pedronilla was very embarrassed when she wrote this sentence, because she did not experience that wonderful battle in person. Everything she heard came from hearsay in the future, and she pieced together a barely complete story from this.

In fact, when she recalled it later, she discovered that although it was her first time stepping into the battlefield and facing the ferocious demons of Chaos, she didn't have many memories of the war.

The deep-rooted memory of facing the devil became inconspicuous with the subsequent encounters with the devil, and eventually blurred into many memories. The various fragments of that battle also became similar, mixed with other memories. , making it difficult for her to distinguish.

On the plus side, this proves that she has experienced hundreds of battles and can be called a qualified narrator, but the downside is that it is difficult for her to write down practical and reliable content when writing a documentary.

But this is not absolute, because she can still recall some scenes after a long time, some scenes that impressed her deeply.

"Are we not there yet?" Pedronela asked the knight captain Don Quixote who was leading the way, but the latter responded to her with cold words again.

"It's almost there. Stop complaining. You're still alive, aren't you?" he said. "Compared to others, you are lucky enough."

I'm afraid she's not lucky enough, Pedronela thought to herself. She thought the journey wouldn't be too long, but she obviously misjudged the speed of the Stormbird fighter compared to hers. For those steel raptors, it would take an instant. The distance was a long journey for her.

Pedronela couldn't remember when the battle ended. She only saw the Storm Bird blowing open the roof of the Government Building, and then they jumped in. Then there was gunfire and shouts of death, but Then it suddenly stopped.

Then, Pedronilla was summoned, and she was led by Don Quixote through the streets full of ruins, passing through various dilapidated ruins and ruins, to a place that seemed close at hand, but in fact it was not at all like that. The Ministry of Government building is going on.

"Why didn't we take the Stormbird?" Petronilla asked, her ankles aching from the uneven ground. "We could have been there in a flash."

"The storm birds have left, and they need to return to replenish fuel and ammunition." Don Quixote continued to look back coldly, and his attitude made Petronilla very dissatisfied.

She looked at the tall knight leading the way in front of her. He was quite similar to Lancelot. They both had blond hair and straight aquiline noses, and were handsome and burly.

"Chevalier Don Quixote, how long have you followed the Marshal?"

"It didn't take long." He said coldly.

"You are the Primaris Space Marines, right? The first batch? I heard that you are not from the recruiting planet of the Dark Angels. Where are you from?"

"You ask too many questions, Pedronilla Viva, and you don't expect me to answer you."

Don Quixote stopped as he spoke. They finally passed through the long ruins and streets and arrived at the gate of the Ministry of Government. However, there was an obstacle blocking them here, which also impressed Petronilla. A roadblock can still be remembered even if I think about it many years later.

Because it was not a dilapidated barricade made of bricks or rubble, but made of demon bones.

A large number of demons piled up into a hill, blocking the door. There was no passage in between, and there was no place that seemed to be easy to pass through.

"This is this?" Pedroneela asked in surprise, looking up at the towering ridge in front of her.

"We haven't had time to move them away, so we have to crawl over. Can you do it?" Don Quixote's voice was still cold, but his smile had a hint of irony, at least that's what Pedronela thought. of.

She snorted, raised her nose high, and immediately began to climb the devil's hill in front of her. It was not easy. She must admit that she felt the difficulty after her arrogance passed.

The corpses of these demons were filled with blood, which turned them into flowers, which were difficult to step on and even harder to climb. When Pedronilla climbed halfway up the mountain, her legs slipped and she fell backwards.

But luckily Don Quixote caught him in time. He stood on the body and said, "Are you okay? Do you need me to hold you?"

Those words sounded like a mockery, and she would not be caught without any help. After shaking off Don Quixote's hand, Pedrónilla continued to climb up, climbing up the hill with difficulty but determination, and then slipped from the other side. Go down.

Only then did she realize that going down the mountain was more difficult than climbing it. She slipped soon after, rolled down from the top of the mountain, and fell to the ground in a panic. She climbed up with her limbs on the broken floor.

Don Quixote fell down, and he was much more decent. Pedrónilla stared at him fiercely, and the latter did not look at her but turned to other places, shouting with another knight from a distance. What.

Pedrone stood up quickly. She patted her trouser legs, looked up and looked around at the government hall that had been damaged after a battle. Devil's corpses were lying everywhere, and the blood was greedily covered with broken marble. As he sipped, the stones were gradually dyed a faint red.

The knights were all around, and they seemed to have suffered losses. Pedronilla didn't know the specific number of sacrifices, but she thought that for this victory, Caliban's knights also paid a considerable price.

But their achievements were also impressive. Pedronela activated the memory spiral and remembered the mountain of demon corpses behind her in her mind, as well as many other scenes here.

While recording, she followed Don Quixote through the devastated lobby. Her feet suffered once again. The rubble and bricks on the ground made her almost twist her feet, but in the end, fortunately, she did not get into trouble again. Passing between the warriors, he came to an arch at the end.

To be precise, it used to be an arch, but the surrounding areas had collapsed and collapsed, and a path was opened in the center. Petronila considered the door carefully. She initially suspected that it was the sacred coffin-shaped Dreadnought on the side. Yes, but this argument has been met with skepticism.

She looked at the scorched marks on the ground. The exploded rubble was also covered with similar scorched marks. They were pierced by a bolt of lightning, and she knew who the owner of that lightning was.

"Go in and walk to the end." Don Quixote pointed to the door. Looking inside the dark door, he glanced at himself, maybe waiting for him to ask for his escort? But she was wrong, she was not afraid at all.

Pedrone nodded slightly, and then bravely walked into the corridor that was previously full of demons. She walked in the dark tall vaulted corridor, surrounded by toppled ruins and bricks, and from time to time on the broken floor. Dead demons can be seen.

Petronila looked at them, with a trace of fear in her heart. She pressed her hand on the pistol, secretly praying in her heart that these demons would not suddenly get up.

But she quickly passed through the vaulted corridor and entered the library. Her eyes looked around the tall bookshelves with an expression of surprise. She dared to say that this must be one of the largest libraries in the empire.

But this is also a thing of the past. It can hardly be called a library now. It has been badly destroyed. There are few bookshelves that are still intact. Most of the books in the collection have been burned, or only The charred remains lay on the ground, waiting for the sobs to come.

Pedronilla looked at the collection of books, and indeed she couldn't help but feel a pity in her heart, but her pity was soon washed away by the demonic remains in front of her.

In front of her, in the center of the library, lay a huge eagle-headed demon. Its wings were broken, and its beautiful blue feathers were soaked with blood. It fell whole into the remains of burning books, and it seemed that it had already died. It's so transparent.

Pedronniela plucked up the courage to walk up, and came to the devil carefully. Looking at the monster's head, she stretched out her hand to touch its head. She was very careful, and her fingers kept stopping and moving forward.

Anyone standing in front of a demon will be afraid, even a dead demon, but human curiosity can always overcome fear, especially Petronila. Her palm touched the demon's face, Gently ruffling its feathers.

Her eyes recorded every detail of what she saw into the memory spiral. This was a rare opportunity. Apart from the Astartes and the Astra Militarum officers who fought alongside them, she was probably one of the few who could observe something so close. She is a very lucky person, and she can write a wonderful article one by one, even with great research value.

She had already thought of a title, and it was called "The Encyclopedia of Demons."

But just as Pedrónila was thinking about this, the big demon bird in front of her suddenly opened its eyes. Its eyelids slipped from its orange eyeballs, and one big eye stared at Pedrónila.

She was startled and immediately withdrew her hand. She was so frightened that she stepped back and hurriedly pulled out her pistol. At this moment, a big hand pressed on her shoulder from behind. She immediately instinctively raised the muzzle of the gun and fired. gun.

She missed, the muzzle of the gun was deflected by a smooth sword, and the laser beam hit him by the ear.

"Hello, Miss Pedronela, your reaction is good, but the shooting method is a bit crooked." Vito said with a smile, "otherwise you can do what many people dream of doing, kill me."