Warhammer Inquisitor

The night is shrouded in this huge hall, and the wide steps surrounded by layers are extremely wide, and the steps there are even taller and wider. Obviously, they are not designed for ordinary people, but for some taller, stalwart people. Designed with powerful beings.

But that was many centuries ago. This place has been abandoned for a long time. The passage of time and wind and sand have made it 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. , swaying with the cold night wind blowing in from the surrounding collapsed walls.

And in the surrounding area, there are only a few towering white marble pillars still standing, and the entire circular hall is full of incomplete bodies. Fragments of the tiles were piled together and scattered all around, between the tall terraced seats.

The stepped seats are full of dust, and the thick dust covers them, staining their surface gray. They stick to them and submerge all the glory and memory of the past under the yellow sand of history.

Darkness shrouded this ancient palace, where the wide halls lined up layer by layer, the towering statues and exquisite murals have all been silent in the night.

But a golden light pierced the dark curtain. The light shone on the lowest point of the stairs, in front of the stone steps seat in the front row near the throne. The dim darkness below it was pierced by the golden light. The dust-covered surface was illuminated there, and the dust was blown away by a cold wind blowing from the ground.

The thick dust covering it fell off little by little. Under the light of the faint golden light, the relief below it finally appeared from the ashes. The first thing was a spread wing, then the other side, and finally when The last breeze blew, and the relief of the holy blood and blood drops reappeared in the world.

That drop of blood is not made of gemstones but the same stone material as the stone steps themselves so it doesn't shine but in front of it another real gemstone shines in real gold and its surface flows It is shiny, just like the golden wings on both sides.

Under that symbol, the surface of the golden-red battle armor shone with luster, and the filthy blood covering it on its clean surface fell off under the golden light, and they slid down a little bit, reflecting the golden sun on its surface, It was an incomparably shining sun, its borders beating with sharp edges and corners.

And before the sun, a blurred figure was reflected on the surface reflection of the battle armor, his face was shrouded in the bright moonlight falling above, blurred by the light, and turned into a blurred shadow.

He stood in the light and looked down at the hanging head in the center of the red battle armor below. His mottled white hair was like a silver thread under the moonlight. He looked down at the head in front of him, imprinting the footsteps of a lightning single-headed eagle. Taking a step, the golden battle armor emerged from the moonlight, and the face also walked out from behind the light curtain.

The faintly flickering golden eyes shone in the darkness, golden arcs danced in the corners of his eyes, and the pupils that shone and burned like the sun looked down on the white-haired Dante in front of him.

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

"You're so pale, and your face is wrinkled like Ragnar's used towel, maybe even wiped the floor by the servitor."

"You are still as weird as you were five hundred years ago. I hope you haven't been eunuched in these five hundred years. Maybe that would be better, and it can cure your indecency." "Just like you?"

Dante raised his head and looked at him, and then the man in front of the throne laughed for a moment, he jumped down from the top laughing and held Dante's hand.

"I'm glad you're not dead, old man. I always thought you were dead and buried." "I'm not dead if you ain't dead, Vito, before you die, I'll 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 when we were buried in the ruins, I stepped on your head and climbed up? What are you doing?" Time to hold grudges like this." "One of the benefits of living longer."

Vito stood aside with his arms folded and looked at Dante with a smile. He stood up, and the latter looked at him with a playful smile on his face, raising his eyebrows continuously as if hinting at something crazy. After Dante glanced at him, Turned over a white smoke and smiled.

"Okay, I know, thank you, I thank you on behalf of the whole group, is this going down? Or should I add all of Barr?" "No, anyway, Barr has seven people now, and he can't spell a complete arm and leg." Yes." "Do you know what a hell joke is? I recommend you go to the subspace to develop a talk show business." "I have been there, and I was almost hacked to death by the Khorne demon." "It's a pity, it was just almost."

Vito raised his nose proudly, and walked past Dante with his hands on his hips. He looked up into the sky and pointed to the bright moon hanging above his head in the night sky, "If you want to thank, then You can't just thank me, but also thank your sincere friend Khorne for sitting down first Tsundere, Sanguinius' rumored best friend, 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 at a distance from the earth also approached the ground as night fell. The abuse logo has also become super big, super conspicuous, and super loving.

What? Why is there love? I think for Kabanda's behavior of rushing thousands of miles to help the Blood Angels, rushing out of the subspace without hesitation when the Blood Angels are in danger, grabbing two battle axes and laying them between the Blood Angels and Tyron, I have nothing but love Couldn't find any reasonable adjectives.

"He really, I'm crying 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 strange expression.

"To be honest, I've always wondered if he has feelings for your father that transcend enemies, or even friendship, what do you think?" Put you in a cannon and shoot into Baal's sun."

Vito laughed and looked at Dante with his hands on his hips. He glanced at the white hair, which became particularly conspicuous and bright under the moonlight, like an unfolded desk lamp or something, shining Shiny, brighter than the bastard's skull that Vito sees every time he goes to Terra.

He raised his palm to cover his face, stepped back, popped his head from the side of his palm, and looked Dante up and down, "Yes, I still have my hands and feet, and I still have both eyes, and I didn't run away because of the heat of my brain." One-on-one with the tyrannical tyrant, then he was chopped into a stick, and then he could only be put in power armor, and he had to be fed."

"Are you in Yin Yang Calgar?" "Have you?" "What do you think? According to your description, can the whole empire find a second person?" "Great, it seems that the whole empire knows it, remember Don’t be idle, you’ll have nothing to worry about, and you’ll run to fight the big monster that looks fierce, especially if he’s a few meters taller than you.”

Vito stood there with his hands on his hips and looked up. He laughed wildly, wondering how Bell would feel if he heard him comment on his Chapter Master here.

"Isn't this a good fable? It can be compiled into the One Thousand and One Nights of the Star Warriors and told to the recruits. I'll print it out and I'll send you a copy. And 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." Vito shrugged his shoulders, quite cheerfully, although he didn't know if Calgar would take the Macragge Glory and fly thousands of miles into him if he knew. In front of him, and then give him a Titan Slaying Fist, the kind that strides towards him.

Dante looked at Vito, who was hahaha, embracing his arms speechlessly, "When Calgar knew you were the Supreme Marshal, how did he react, and did he feel like me that human beings would be finished with you?"

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

"My warband is dying and my home is in ruins, so yes, I think I should be bitter now, Vito, unless you have some good news to cheer me up, like Calgar Like that."

As Dante said, he shrugged his shoulders slightly and gestured towards the air, as if Macragge was right above his head, no, it wasn’t there, the only thing above his head was the oversized LOGO left by Kabanda, which shone brightly in the moonlight. Galaxy class ad placement.

Now, before the skulls are emptied, the Blood Angels will wake up and look up every day, and they will be able to see the appearance of their father's "good enemy", once in the morning and once in the evening, to deepen the user's perception.

Vito glanced at the moon with the Khorne logo on his head and smiled, then lowered his head and shrugged his shoulders towards the angel throne, "How about I resurrect your father too? Let the eagle boy fall from the sky and return like lightning Dance with you around the pyre of Tyranid corpses."

"If you can do it, I'll immediately laugh and hug you, but if you can't, just shut up and make a joke that doesn't annoy me more."

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

Dante glanced at him, and it was hard to believe that this strange creature in front of him was the most powerful psyker in the galaxy and the great leader of the empire who stood side by side with the emperor.

His character is simply incompatible with the empire. What about the dark galaxy that he promised? Why are you so happy? Did you think this was a Star Trek set?

Vito scratched his nose, he caught a glimpse of a line of inscriptions on the pedestal below the silver throne, Vito's eyes followed the inscription and began to read, "A person's power is determined by his responsibilities, the greater the power, The responsibility is greater, just like the master of this throne."

"I think this is a famous quote from Dickens?" Dante also looked at the inscription and asked, Vito burst out laughing, and he put his arms around the golden double-winged throne, "No, the movie's , Old Terra." "Movie?" "Hmm, you must have never seen it, but the protagonist in it is also dressed in red, and he likes to fly around in the sky, just like you."

"Oh, by the way, he can also shoot spider silk and shoot it out of his body." He pointed his finger at the armor part between Dante's steps, and the old battle leader looked up at him speechlessly, "Sometimes I I really doubt that you are pretending to be the devil of Slaanesh." "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 thumbs, and Dante stood beside him with a smile on his arms, "I hope you don't mind if I record the segment just now and send it to the Imperial Broadcasting Company, so that they can be heard all over the empire." Play your rhetoric once."

"That won't work. Many people will feel inferior, especially the believers of Slaanesh. It would be a big sin to disturb their unrequited love. Maybe their dreams were shattered for a while, and they rebelled and retaliated against society on the spot when they couldn't think about it?"

Vito stood in front of the throne with one hand on his hips, his legs pressed to one side, and with a happy mood, he pulled out the bolt gun from his waist, and flicked it quickly on his fingers. He looked at the rotating muzzle of the gun. , while opening and muttering, "About the increase plan of the Blood Angels Chapter, do you have any attention? Are there enough seeds loaded into the muzzle of your regiment to fire?"

"You were an inquisitor before, aren't you a Slaanesh spy?" Dante said helplessly from the side, his eyes under the white hair turned to Vito from the corner of his eye, and his eyes were as bright as the sun behind his head. With a smile on his face, he walked towards the silver throne, and he jumped up all at once, and climbed onto the high platform of the throne with both hands.

"Considering the current situation where the three of Barr can't make up a leg, I reckon it's impossible for you to rebuild your recruits, so let me help you and make sure to find enough arms and legs for you."

"So is there any deep meaning in your hell joke? Or have you finally been with the Eldar for a long time, and your mind is finally out of order." Standing with one hand below, looking at Vito above, the latter stepped on the seat cushion of the throne , raised his head and reached for the back of the throne, where he fiddled.

His head was close to the throne, half of his body was leaning against the backrest, but he was still muttering, "The answer to the riddle is also very simple. A group of guys who like to wear red ragged robes full of the smell of motor oil and have weird eccentricities for gears can solve this problem." .”

"Adeptus Mechanicum? Really? I don't intend to turn my warriors into gear freaks." "The Iron Hands will be sad when you say that."

Dante sighed speechlessly. Every time he talked about such a serious issue with this unscrupulous guy, Dante was extremely speechless. He raised one hand and stood in front of him and looked at the guy on the throne, "Can you Seriously? My warband is dying, do you think I'm in the mood to keep joking with you?"

"Isn't all human beings dying every day when they open their eyes? But we won't be alive when we eat dinner, so be optimistic, Dante, you should learn more from the 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 be blunt, Kaul's Primaris warriors can solve this problem, the quantity is large enough, and they are much stronger than the current interstellar warriors, and the equipment is also better, I will send you a battle The team is set up in one set, this time free shipping."

"Original Forge Warriors? The group you deployed to the monastery?" "Yes, how is it? The package service for my own use, isn't it bad? Don't thank me. Next time I go to Fenris, I'll get a red cotton coat. I'm looking for some A reindeer will bring it to you in a sleigh."

Dante looked at the guy's back and hesitated to speak. After thinking for a moment, he smiled wryly and sighed, but he sighed with laughter, "You guy, okay, thank you, plus you helped us beat us away earlier. Taryn, I owe you a big favor."

"Keep it, and I'll talk about it when I think about what you want. In addition, I used the one that hit Tyron first. I accidentally let go of the soul ability before, and turned one-fifth of Baal into a rift and a melting pot." It’s crazy, I hope you don’t mind.” “What?! Then, damn it, you did what I saw on the way here before?”

Dante choked on his saliva all of a sudden, and then spit it out, Vito stood up and raised a box in his hand with a smile, "Oh, don't react so big, last time I took Guilliman's Sosa It was half blown up, and he held back, now, I will give you a gift to calm down."

Vito said and threw the box to Dante, who caught the box. He looked at the box that had the same golden-red appearance as his armor, and there were several steel horizontal bars on the surface of the box. Bars, beneath which are hardened steel armor, manufactured in exactly the same way as Space Marine armor.

It is very hard, just like a small space warrior power armor. There are several shallow cracks on its surface, which are scratched out by sharp claws, and one of the cracks is pulled from the side of the holy blood symbol in the center. In the past, the edges of the wings were neatly cut off.

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

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

Dante sniffed the scent, he frowned and looked up at Vito in front of him, who stood in front of Dante with his arms folded and sighed, "I let Bell and the others go to the monastery, and Lancelot based on my He came here to meet you at your request, and brought you in as a guide, but on the way here, his Thunderhawk received a signal for help, so he rushed over halfway."

"But when they arrived, they only found the corpses of Tyrannos, the remains of several Blood Angels soldiers, and the military box. They desperately defended this thing. I hope the contents inside will make you ignore my Small mistake."

Vito said with a playful smile on his face, Dante raised his head and stared at him, his face was weird and he always felt that something was wrong, but he stopped talking, he and Vito have known each other for a thousand years, if he understands One of the characteristics of this guy is that as long as you get into a dispute with him, you will definitely not win. His mouth can talk about Tzeentch and the devil to the point of collapse.

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

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

After Dante stared at the light in the gap for a moment, he pressed the palm of his hand on the edge of the box and slowly lifted it up. His eyes suddenly widened when he saw it, and the haze covering his pupils instantly Dispelled, the white light shone on Dante's face, as if dispelling all the darkness.

The light shoots out to the surroundings, and spreads from the box to the surrounding space. When the light and the moonlight come into contact with each other, even the bright moonlight is instantly assimilated, and the bright moonlight turns into pure white light like snow in the blink of an eye. Continue to shine around, eventually illuminating Vito's face.

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

It was a huge feather with a slight tip, and a faint light radiated from the forked wings around it. Dante held it in his hand, and looked at the feather with slightly dilated pupils. Vito in front of him was also holding it against it. Slowly put down the hands clasped in front of him.

Now he knew why, the Blood Angels had sacrificed their entire lives to protect the box from the Tyranids.

"This is, the feather of Sanguinius? I thought it was buried in the cemetery." Vito asked lightly, his eyes fixed on the feather in front of him, and the faint white light shone on his face, which was also covered by the light. Dante also brightened his face, his pale skin seemed to have turned bloody under the light.

He stared at the feather in his hand intently, 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 lightly as the feather.

"It's his feather, the angel's feather. We kept him in a holy tomb in Baal East, as the only thing in his father's tomb, a part of his body."

The eagle boy stayed on the Spirit of Vengeance, he died there, and in the end he didn't even bring his body back. It became the eternal grief of the Blood Angels. Only this feather was in Sanguinius at that time. Azcalon, the first company commander beside him, broke through the barriers of the Son of Horus, killed all those who blocked him in a state of almost complete madness, and came to Sanguinius from the chaos beside.

He couldn't take away the angel's body. Before he was surrounded and killed, he only took a feather from his wing and brought it back. This became the only body of Sanguinius and was buried by the Blood Angels. In Baal's tomb.

"When the Tyranids invaded, we were forced to abandon most of Baal's area, including the Tomb of the Angels, so I ordered the 1st Company to go there to escort the holy relic back and lock it in the sacristy under the monastery"

Dante stopped suddenly while speaking, he looked at the feather, and the light shone on Dante's face, suddenly, as if some memory had been evoked from his silver-haired head, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Wei. Trust it seems.

"In the sacristy, there is something waiting for you."