Warhammer Inquisitor

When the sun of the galaxy rose to its high point, the sun shone down on all those in the central plaza of the Rock, the very center of the magnificent monastery, surrounded by towering walls, palaces, and stone sculptures overlooking the living beings.

The hated angel holding the sword stands around, silently overlooking the people below. The dark angels gather here, as well as the sub-group fighters under Lancelot, the primordial star warriors and the original star warriors are here Gathered.

Ryan is also here. He stands at the front of the crowd, and behind him are Azrael, Cypher, Lancelot and others. They and many veterans are silently behind the Lion King.

A black crow fell from the sky and stood on the shoulder of the statue. Celestine, who was below, noticed it and looked back.

The crow looked at her with its blue-black eyes, flapping its wings and making a cry that only she could hear, Celestine nodded slightly.

The warriors around her were discussing, showing surprise at the dark angels being imprisoned in the distance, today was their death day, but no one had fear on their faces.

They were chained together peacefully, staring ahead, and following the sound of footsteps, they looked over with the surrounding soldiers.

Luther walked in. Unexpectedly, he didn't wear a torture device, but walked like a free man. Behind him, there were two dark angel guards holding spears.

They walked from the edge and came to the square under the open-air starry sky, where the guillotine had already been set up, and the silver lion lay on the ground, holding up the sunken place.

Asmodai stood there, and he was in charge of the execution, surrounded by veterans of the Dark Angels holding swords, separating the execution platform from the surroundings.

Vito walked over with Luther, and they walked side by side, looking like each other sending their friends away. The soldiers on both sides looked at Luther from both sides of the road, and Ryan also watched him silently. , the dark angel holding a spear followed him and led him to the guillotine.

Luther was escorted to that place, and he looked at his fellow fallen angels who were imprisoned beside him. They were very calm, without panic in their eyes, as if a sailboat was sailing far away on a sea without strong winds.

After staring at each other for a moment, Luther nodded slightly, then was pushed down by Asmodai on one side, and his head was placed on the guillotine.

Luther knelt on the ground, closed his eyes, and the interrogating priest Asmodai took the wide knight sword from someone else, raised it high, and aimed at Luther's neck to chop it off.

He was stopped, and Vito raised his hand to signal him to stop.

"I come."

The soldiers present looked at each other, the Supreme Marshal wants to execute the sentence himself? He is the Emperor's executioner, so there is nothing strange about it, but is Luthor really qualified for him?

But questioning is not the bounden duty of Astartes, they are weapons, when to wield them, and to whom they wield them can’t be decided by themselves, Asmodai nodded silently after hearing this, put down his sword and backed away.

Vito walked up and replaced Asmodai's original position. He stretched out a hand to Celestine in the crowd behind him. The latter walked over and handed him the flaming sword worn on his waist .

Vito drew out his sword, and the flames ignited instantly. He raised the red sword and pointed it at the back of Luthor's neck. The latter smiled and closed his eyes.

"Wait." Someone yelled.

People look, it's Ryan, he looks at Vito.

"Supreme Marshal, can I execute the sentence?" He asked, "The person who sentenced others to death should also shoulder the responsibility of seeing him off."

Luther opened his eyes, that's what he told Ryan, he looked up at Ryan, the two looked at each other, as if talking a lot, and finally Luther smiled, smiling very proudly.

Vito and Ryan looked at each other, "Is this what you want?"

"yes."

Vito put down his sword, and he stepped back. Ryan stepped forward and stood on the edge of the guillotine. He drew out the Lion King Sword from his waist. The huge sword shone coldly under the light of the galaxy.

Ryan raised his sword high and aimed it at the back of Luther's neck. He looked at the old man below, but the latter smiled.

He looked at Ryan proudly, traveled through time and space in an instant, and saw the child in the tree hole, "You have grown up."

Luther said calmly, like a father, looking at his son, Vito looked at Ryan, he noticed that the Lion King's icy face shook briefly, and the ice and snow melted in an instant in his forever frozen eyes.

But Ryan still held his sword, he didn't say anything, Luthor smiled at him, and closed his eyes.

"Goodbye, my boy."

"Goodbye, Luther, father."

With the sound of the sword peak breaking through the air, only darkness remained in front of Luthor's eyes, the deepest darkness enveloped everything around him, just like the prison where he was once imprisoned.

But gradually, a golden light shot into the darkness, piercing the hazy darkness, and Luther opened his eyes.

He stood on a calm sea, the sea under his feet had no waves or disturbances, only the golden light fell from the sky and shone on it, like a mirror.

Luther saw his own appearance from the reflection under his feet. He changed, no longer the old man with white hair, but the young knight he once was.

Wearing snow-white battle armor, the armor of a cavalier of Caliban, not a dark angel, but his cloak is tattooed with the dark angel's winged sword.

The sound of the crow's wings sounded from afar. Luther looked up and saw a man standing on a boat. It was a golden crow with feathers as bright as the sun.

He was wearing a cloak that hid his face, a flaming scepter in his skeletal hand, and stood in front of the boat, where he waited for Luther.

He raised a hand and motioned for Luther to come over. Luther looked back, looking back at countless memories in a distant place, and then walked away.

Luther boarded the boat and sat down as the boat rocked. The hooded man behind him propped up the boat and started sailing. The crow flapped its wings and looked into the distance.

The man in the cloak held the scepter in his hand, and pushed the boat to the far side of the golden sea, and the golden sun rose to the end of the other side of the sea.

"Where are you taking me?" Luther asked.

"You don't go to my halls, and you don't want to, but you don't go to the purgatory of the Warp either," said the boatman, rowing the boat.

"After everything, are you still willing to give me a ride?"

"There is a beginning and an end."

Luther sat on the bow of the boat, feeling everything in his mind dissipate with the waves going backwards. He felt his body getting lighter and lighter, turning into light and dissipating around.

"I still loathe you," Luther said on the boat, casually, and he didn't answer, only the raven on his shoulder croaked.

Luther smiled and looked into the distance, "But you gave me a good son."

"You gave me a good fighter, too."

"Goodbye, Luther Ars."

As the man spoke, the crow on his shoulders flew up. It twittered and flew to the far shore. The boat followed behind, and Luther was sitting on the boat.

Luther sailed to the distant place. On the golden shore, there is no golden throne, no hall of glory, no fire of purgatory and gate of hell.

But there, in the light, in the cry of the ravens, the story of Luther Ars ended.