Warhammer Inquisitor

Having an interstellar soldier kneel down and salute you, logically speaking, it should be the highest treatment that mortals can enjoy. Most people are estimated to have a cardiac arrest in excitement, hoping to condense this moment in this moment forever.

But Vito won’t, firstly, he is not a mortal, secondly, he has seen too many similar scenes, and he has long been indifferent, and thirdly, Bell has been kneeling on the ground, which makes him feel uncomfortable all over the body, and there is always a feeling of embarrassment.

With a wry smile, Vito walked up to Bell and patted his shoulder armor, "Okay, get up, you always make me feel wrong."

"You are the Supreme Marshal, my lord, as it should be." Bell bowed his head and said, still kneeling on the ground, while Vito smiled helplessly, "Then the Marshal orders you to stand up now."

Vito walked past Bell, and Bell stood up after a moment of hesitation. He turned around and watched Vito sit on the steps by the fountain. He sat on the steps and rubbed his arms.

"And I'm all retired, don't talk about a marshal." "Retired?"

Bell's words made Vito stunned for a moment, and then he smiled speechlessly, "Well, it seems that there is no retirement age for my position, and no pension, shit, I should let that old bastard sign it for me." a labor contract."

Vito put down his palms, leaned his elbows on his knees, and looked at the slightly reserved Bell in front of him, "Relax, you can chat with me as you usually do, it's weird for you to do this."

"No, now you are the Supreme Marshal, I should be" "Okay, Bell, don't be so rigid as to pick up the scriptures, I am still the Vito Constantine you know, there is nothing different."

Bell stood there in silence for a moment, and after some ideological struggle, he reluctantly nodded. The Ultramarine looked at Vito sitting in front of him with a serious and serious face, although he still tried his best to make himself look more natural. , but that expression is strange.

Vito smiled wryly and waved his hands, "Okay, as long as it's convenient for you, I can see that you have many, many questions, Bell, if you want to ask something, just ask."

Bell nodded and raised his eyes to look at Vito, "I do have a lot of questions, but I believe you don't have time to answer them all, but I have a few very important questions, I hope you can give me answers."

"If I can give you the answer, then I will give it. Ask." Vito leaned on the ladder and said, Bell nodded and cleared his throat, as if he was about to attend an important battle group meeting, and he still gave The kind Calgar Chapter Master does.

But Vito is already used to Bell, he will do this every time he encounters such an important occasion, no matter what he says, he will maintain the serious, rigorous and even rigid ritual attitude of the Ultramarines as always.

"I saw you wrote a lot of books, Marshal, I want to know why? Why do you spend so much time writing so many books that never see the light of day?" Bell looked at Vito and asked, who smiled lazily Leaning on the steps, looking at the fountain on one side.

His eyes looked at the splashing water, those sparkling water splashes, "Bell, I am very old, when you live as long as I do, you will find that time will wear out your memory, and many things will gradually fade away." blurred until finally forgotten."

"I have forgotten a lot of things, more than you can imagine, some of which I have forgotten on purpose, and some of which have been forgotten because time has blurred memory, so I need to write those books, just like the anchor points of each memory , so that I will not forget those things that cannot be forgotten."

Vito heaved a long sigh, and Bell heard the sound of the long river of history flowing from those words, and the feeling of old age like the vicissitudes of life, "I, like the Empire, have forgotten many things in the tens of thousands of years of darkness and wars, and I have forgotten the past. How proud I was to live, I almost forgot, so I wrote down my memory on paper, and looked at it from time to time, reminding myself of those past memories, memories that cannot be forgotten."

Vito rubbed his temples with a wry smile, "Every time I hate electronic demons, I have to write them all by hand. Do you know that it is tiring to write down tens of thousands of years of memories? I can't find someone to write them for me. You can only come by yourself."

Bell nodded, and he nodded his thanks to Vito, "Thank you Marshal, please allow me to ask the next question." "Damn, Bell, what you said made me goosebumps all over, you can just ask."

"Since you have written so many precious historical documents, why don't you make them public?" Bell asked, and he looked at Vito seriously, obviously this is a question that this knowledge-loving Ultramarine is very concerned about.

"The empire has lost too many documents, records and truths, and even the Great Library of Macragge has lost a lot. When I read it, I noticed omissions, mistakes and even deliberate distortions. Your book Zhongzang has the real answer, the convincing answer, why not make it public?"

Bell said excitedly, he clenched his fist subconsciously, and his words became more and more excited, "This will correct many mistakes, and your book can change a lot, Marshal."

Vito looked at Bell in front of him with a wry smile. He stood up and patted his trouser leg, "Then do you know what most people in the empire would call me? Heretic, Bell."

"To be honest, even if I pull Guilliman together, we are also heretics in the eyes of the current empire, and even the empire where the emperor himself is now will be burned as heretics, or hanged? Shoot? It depends on the specifics. The Ministry and the State Church are in the mood."

Vito's words made Bell stunned. He watched Vito hesitate to speak, but he quickly understood Vito's words, and Vito could see that Bell didn't need to explain himself.

Vito went up and patted Bell's arm, then walked to the armored window and looked at his own reflection in the mirror, "The empire today cannot accept the contents of those books, Bell, it's not only meaningless for me to disclose them, those books It will just get burned and cause more trouble."

"Now all I can do is to keep it well, so that those memories and truths can really be seen again one day."

Vito turned to look at Bell with a smile, "Of course, my old friend, I will lend you those books if you want."

"Thank you Marshal, I have one last and most important question." "Ask, Bell."

"The Imperium today, is everything we're doing really what the Emperor, you and the Primarchs want?" Bell asked, asking the question that had haunted him since he was a Space Marine recruit. The dream-wound question, is the current empire really what the Emperor wants?

He looked at Vitor, expecting an answer, from the Grand Marshal himself, who had been with the Emperor, the Primarchs, and the Empire.

Vito turned his back to him and looked at the glass in front of him. He looked at his own reflection on the glass, and also looked at Bell behind him through the reflection. He glanced at Bell on the glass.

"No, no, to be honest, the current empire is rotten. It is completely different from what we dreamed at the beginning. It is simply a reflection of a nightmare."

Bell closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. The answer was actually not beyond Bell's expectations. He himself knew the current situation in the empire, and he couldn't avoid it at all. All he felt was a kind of shame, which was unbearable.

"We let you down, Marshal." Bell said sadly, Vito looked at Bell reflected in the mirror and shook his head with a smile, "No, Bell, you didn't, in fact you made me proud."

"What?" Bell raised his head in doubt, Vito turned around and looked at Bell with a smile, "You are fighting against chaos without us, against countless nightmarish enemies in the dark universe, undead, tyrans, etc., that is The emperor and I may not be able to handle it easily."

"But you did it, you made human beings persist for 10,000 years, Bell, you used mortal bodies to fight against the monsters and monsters in the dark galaxy for 10,000 years, so you have done the best you can do .”

"You have defended the front line and defended the empire. I am not sitting on the golden throne, nor sitting in a static position, but with you, watching your sacrifice and courage for ten thousand years, so Bell, you don't need to be ashamed. "

Vito looked at Bell, and the latter raised his head and saluted Vito gratefully, but Bell still had a questioning expression on his face, Vito looked at him and smiled and put his hands behind his back, "I can see that you still have problems. , ask Bell."

Bell lowered his head and hesitated for a while, then looked up at Vito, "Marshal, since the empire is so bad today, why haven't you shown up to correct our mistakes? Why have you been hiding your identity and not showing up? Salvation and rectification of all this?"

Vito laughed, turned his back to Bell and let out a long sigh, "You still asked this question, Bell." "I'm sorry Marshal, please forgive me if I offended you, but I still know the truth, if you If you want."

Vito let out a long sigh, turned his head and looked at the angel's fountain and was silent for a moment, "Well, Bell, I don't guarantee that this answer will satisfy you, but let me tell you a story first."