Warhammer Inquisitor

"Father Huss, I didn't realize you were here."

Eisenstein looked at the priest and said that he was wearing a red robe with a snow-white robe over it, a tall hat on his head, and a human skull hanging on his chest with a wax seal on it. A blessing scroll, the skull symbolizes the purity of human beings.

Hus came out from behind the statue, holding a lit ever-burning candle in his hand, the beating flame illuminated half of his old face, he did not undergo any mechanical transformation or life-extending surgery, showing the real Belonging to the human side.

Huss came to the throne. He looked up at the statue of the emperor, closed his eyes and recited the eulogy in a low voice. Then he put the candle in his hand on the marble platform in front of the throne. There were already many long-burning candles inserted here. Burning, shining the flames on the throne, the stalwart emperor's body flickered under the starlight and the illumination of many candles.

"Dawn is about to rise, and the Emperor will be here to welcome the dawn, and I'm here to witness that moment with him." Hus said, taking out a blessing scroll from his wide sleeve, which came from a A sailor in the navy, an unknown sailor, but his blessing was sent here by Hus to be enshrined at the feet of the Emperor.

Huss stuck the scroll under the candle, and the flame danced, making the edge of the red wax mark reflect a ruddy light. He began to clean up the burnt candles on the table, and scraped off their wax residue with a shovel. The milky white Dust was swept off the throne table to make room for new ones.

"Would you like me to light a candle for you?" Huss said, taking some candles from a side table and sticking them in a candlestick, "Yes, light it, but it's far Not enough."

"Too many brothers have gone to the throne. I only hope that the light of those few candles can guide them before the throne." Eisenstein got up and sat in the first row of benches. He sat down , put his hands in front of his face and buried his head, reciting the song in a low voice.

In the words, Hus took out the match, and after scratching the edge of the matchbox, the sparks danced, and the flame started to burn. He blocked the flame with his hand, lit the candles one by one, and then put them on the throne table, with countless Candles burn together at the feet of the God-Emperor.

In the dark church, the flame of the candle danced, and its embers flew upward with the light to the Emperor's face, lighting the eyes of the Lord of Men.

"Farewell brothers, may the candlelight and the eyes of the emperor guide you to find the way to the throne." Eisenstein buried his head and said in a low voice, reciting the eulogy of this and that praise, the emperor Sitting on the throne, staring at him silently.

"You mourn, but not for your brothers," said Huss, sweeping the ashes from the candelabra with his short broom, and the white marble returned to the firelight. "You mourn for your choice, for That painful choice you have to make."

Eisenstein froze for a moment, he was surprised that Huss could see his emotions, "Yes, my brothers are calling me, my warband, my blood brothers are suffering, they are calling me to return .”

"Then why are you suffering?" Huss said, taking out the bottle decorated with skulls from his cuff, the holy water poured out from the eyes of the skull, as if crying, and those tears fell on the table.

They are mixed with mithril powder. People in the empire believe that it is a gift from the emperor. It can eliminate curses and fight against demons in the subspace. Don't believe in those small dusts. Gray knights are generally equipped with mithril. weapons.

Hus sprinkled water containing mithril on the candlesticks, and the water flowed between the candles, ignited by fire at their ends, and the mithril in them shone with light, and they flowed from the candlesticks, from the feet of Hus Flowing by, like drops of tears.

Legend has it that whenever a loyal person dies, the Emperor sitting on the throne will shed a tear. I think, for those warriors of the Imperial Fist, these tears may belong to them.

"When I answer the call, it means that I have to abandon another group of brothers. No matter how I choose, I am doomed to abandon the brothers on one side." Eisenstein said sadly. He raised his head and looked up at the bright starlight. The face of the emperor, his face is so perfect, it is said that the appearance of the emperor will be displayed with the most perfect appearance in the hearts of the onlookers.

"They are all my brothers."

Huss ignored him, but went on with what he was doing. He wiped the candlestick with a rag, and the holy water fell from the table. Wherever it passed, the mithril melted into the marble and shone in the light of the candle. Like a newborn light.

Eisenstein looked up at the face of the emperor, his eyes were always looking into the distance, as if he never knew what was going on under his seat, "How would the emperor want me to choose? How would I choose so that he could do what he wanted?"

"Why ask the emperor's wishes?"

"Because I am his weapon, I will swing where he wills."

The emperor on the throne was still looking into the distance, his eyes were looking up at the stars above his head, the stars were shining on him, the stalwart body of the Lord of Humanity was sitting on the throne, Eisenstein was looking up there, waiting for his words, but that He opened his mouth but never moved, as if he had never heard his own words.

"What is your responsibility?" Hus said, smoothing the prayer scrolls in front of him with his fingers, and he reposted the fallen ones on the throne, and recited the prayers written on them. His voice was very soft, but the stalwart The lord of mankind seems to be looking at him, and a starlight falls on him.

Eisenstein looked at Huss standing in the starlight, raised his head, and looked up at the face of the Emperor, that flawless face, "Everything is as the Emperor intended."

"What is the emperor's intention?"

"We will fight to the death."

"Why fight to the death?"

"This is our responsibility."

Eisenstein looked up at the statue of the emperor, and Huss' words echoed in his ears, as if he, the man sitting on the throne, spoke, "What is your responsibility?"

"As the Emperor wishes."

"What does the emperor mean?"

"We will fight to the death."

"Why fight to the death?"

"This is our responsibility."

Hus turned around under the starlight, holding a candle in his hand, it was not lit, he stood before the golden throne, "This is what the Emperor wishes, Eisenstein Batalov, what you want What is the wish?"

Eisenstein stood up, and he walked slowly in front of Huss. Under the gaze of the Emperor, he stepped from the shadow into the starlight, and stood under the starlight cast by the Emperor, "The soul returns to the throne. "

"When will the soul return to the throne?"

"When you die in battle."

"When will you die in battle?"

"With my brethren, under the watchful eye of Dorne and the Emperor."

"Who are you?" Huss said, his voice swaying with the firelight, which shone on the statue's face and brought the golden eyes to life.

"Eisenstein Batalov."

"Who is Eisenstein Batalov?"

"Fist of the Empire, Son of Dorne."

Huss sent the candle, and under the starlight, he handed the unlit candle to Eisenstein, and there was a match in the other hand, which lay quietly in Huss's hand until Eisenstein picked it up. past.

He looked at the candle, then rubbed the flame over the armguard, the flame burst forth, it burned, and Eisenstein used it to light the candle in Huss' hand.

Huss handed the candle to Eisenstein, who took it and walked to the Emperor's throne, holding the burning candle in his hands and placing it among the many burning candles.

"Who offered prayers for the Emperor?" Huss asked from behind, Eisenstein looked at the candle, the fire was flickering in his eyes, he stared at the flames, "Captain Eisenstein of the Imperial Fist, Luo Son of Gedorn and the Emperor."

After Eisenstein finished speaking, he turned around and looked at Huss. The commander of the Imperial Fist nodded silently to Huss, "I have already known my choice, and I hope that we can be together next to the throne." Meet again."

After Eisenstein finished speaking, he walked towards the grand gate at the gate. Huss looked at him behind him. The candlelight shone on his robe, shining in the eyes of the skull on his chest. In those empty eye sockets, a pair of eyes Watching him go.

Watching him, gradually stepping into the darkness, when he was completely submerged in the night, only the statue of the Emperor and Huss stood in the light, watching him.