Warhammer Inquisitor

The bright starlight shines down through the dome at the top, and shines on the body of the emperor statue. He sits on the throne, the golden throne, and the golden body shines like the sun. His face is made of pure white ceramics , Between the eyes, the golden eyes burst out with dazzling golden light.

There was no sound in the monastery hall, which was not surprising. It was still late at night, and everyone had already returned to the cabin to rest.

It would be better to say that the existence of this monastery itself is strange. Not because of itself, monasteries are everywhere in the empire. It would be strange if there were no churches and monasteries in a world.

But it shouldn't be here, the statue, the frescoes of angels, the columns and the gilded scrolls on the marble walls, they shouldn't be here, they shouldn't be, inside the Macragge Glory.

The Ultramarines have never worshiped the Emperor as a god, even after that fateful day, in the endless darkness, the Ultramarines have never worshiped the Emperor as a god, they have other ways to fight against the ghosts and monsters of the Warp, Reason, and nothing but reason.

But the Ultramarines, indeed, kept the monastery in honor, they did not believe in the Emperor, but they were loyal to him, to his cause, to his will.

Here recruits take their oaths, preachings and ceremonies take place, but that was long ago, and rumor has it that this place will be demolished, and this magnificent monastery will be uprooted from the back of the battleship, because, its former owner , and the current owner hates the existence here.

And he, the existence that hates it, is sitting here himself, Robert Guilliman is sitting on the bench, that wide bench is designed for the Astartes, everything here is bigger, But it was still difficult for Guilliman, who was wearing the Armor of Destiny, to sit down properly.

Guilliman sat in the middle of the church, neither front nor back, he looked at the statue of the emperor in front, he sat on the throne, overlooking everything in the hall with speechless eyes, but, Only him, only him here.

"I said where are you, so you are here."

A man came across the aisle between the benches, his footsteps were light, because he was not wearing the heavy armor, which was good, otherwise Guilliman would think that the man on the throne had come to life.

I don’t know if Vito has noticed, but in fact, he looks somewhat similar to the Emperor, not exactly the same, but they do resemble one person in some places.

"Have you ever been to church?"

"No, never, this is the first time."

"Well, I've been to more than once. I've been to all kinds of churches, good ones, bad ones, good and bad."

Vito appeared beside the bench with his arms akimbo. He was tall, but even to mortals, he was still small among the benches designed for the Astartes.

He looked up at the statue, smiled and scratched his nose, "Is it like him?", "No, not at all, his nose bridge is not that high.", "That is, he is not so handsome, not as handsome as me , These later generations have never seen him, and the statues they made are all outrageous, you should look at your own, they are similar."

"I've seen it, but... yes, like you said, I can't even recognize that it's me." Guilliman smiled wryly, recalling that when he first arrived in Terra, he was dragged out of the state religion by the Pope When the headquarters visited, it wasn't a church, or at least not quite.

He saw his own statue, and others', and he looked at the man standing in the shrine, and he couldn't recognize it as himself, that face, that expression.

"Where's Curz?"

"Hiding in his bat cave, exactly where, I don't know, you know him."

Guilliman smiled. He leaned back on the chair, his tall body raised his head and looked into the eyes of the statue. His golden pupils seemed to reflect everything in the church like a mirror.

"Fortunately, the ones I transferred to fight that sloppy Nurgle were all from the Mechanicus. If they were mortals, how much would the inspection, thought review, and ensuing cleaning work be?"

Vito scratched his head, he glanced at Guilliman, who didn't look at him, but continued to look at the statue, the blue eyes reflected the light of the stars, and he spoke slowly after a long time.

"Vito, are you sure that you are still you now?"

"philosophy?"

"No, it's just a question."

Vito put his hands on his hips and shrugged. He raised his head and looked at the statue, "I think so, the teacher said, I have stopped thinking about who I am."

"Why?"

"Brother, if you live long enough like me, change your name enough, and go through different lives again and again, you won't care too much about who you are."

"Is he too?"

Vito fell silent, he folded his arms and stared into the Emperor's eyes with a long sigh, "Should I be honest? I don't know, maybe there is, maybe not, we are not as familiar as you think. "

"You're his best friend."

"Yeah, but, who says friends really know each other so well? We've been together for so many years, but do you think I know that old bastard much? No, I don't know what's going on in his head, I guess, he I don’t know mine either, and the more people get to know each other, the less they realize they don’t know each other.”

"Then, look at me, am I still the same as back then? Am I still that Robert Guilliman?"

Guilliman said in a low voice, the voice seemed to be the vicissitudes of life drawn from an old organ, and Vito looked at him, "You are, are you feeling alive? How old are you? Ten thousand years? Most It's time to fall asleep."

"No, I just found that I don't know myself a little bit."

Guilliman looked at his hands, which were as clean as new, but in his eyes, they were so strange, "When I was there, when I was fighting with demons, I felt a strange feeling. Those words weren't mine, yes, I came up with them, but I have a feeling they weren't entirely mine."

"I felt him, Vito, I felt his strength, his thoughts, his words echoed in my head, overlapping with my thoughts, and at that moment, I couldn't even tell each other apart .”

"Tell me, Vito, am I still me?"

Guilliman looked at him, Vito didn't speak, he stood aside with his arms folded.

"Answer me, just tell me."

"Honestly? I don't know, Robert, you are not him. Although I don't know him well enough, I don't think you are him." Vito turned his head to look at the statue, frowning slightly.

Guilliman was silent for a long time, looking at the statue, and then at the sword beside him, "People of the state religion told me that when you believe in the Emperor, his "divine power" will be with you, and he will Appeared on you, but I didn't believe him, but he still appeared."

"You want to say, you don't know if you have subconsciously believed in his divinity? Believe it, that person is a god?"

Guilliman was silent for a while, finally nodded, Vito was also silent for a moment, and then sighed, "Tell me, Vito, just tell me one person, is he really a god? His power, when When I use it, I can feel that it is not mortal power."

"I used to believe that it was just a manifestation of psychic power. I used to spurn Lorgar's theory, but I am not so sure now. I know that psychic power can affect a person's mind and thoughts, but I used to In the face of those big demons and those powerful existences, none of them have ever affected me, and I have never seen evil gods, so I don’t know how.”

"But he can. I heard his voice and felt his will. Every wave of movement seems to be through his arm, and every thought seems to overlap with him. Is this a god? Vito."

"Tell me, you are the only one of us who has seen God, and only you know."

"God? What is God?"

"Don't answer me with riddles, I like to think about mysteries, but not now."

"No, it's not a riddle, it's just a fact. What is a god? Do you know, Robert, who knows how to reclaim mountains? Or tear apart planets? I know a lot of people can do it too, those four, others, even It's me, do you think I'm a god?"

Vito smiled jokingly, and patted himself on the chest, "I say I'm a god, and it probably makes people laugh to death. The way my believers worship me is to roll all over the ground."

"Vito, I don't want to make a joke. If you try to appease me, it's no use. Your joke is too bad."

"Hmph, you kid, well, you can ask me."

Vito looked at the statue and leaned on the bench, he folded his arms and said no jokes, Guilliman was silent for a while and then slowly raised his head to look at his statue.

"Spiritual transformation, control of the will, they say, the real god can let you look at him, and you can feel his thoughts, understand, and integrate into them."

"Then do you feel it? Look at him."

Guilliman's eyes overlapped with his, and he shook his head slightly after a long time, "I don't know, is what I'm saying right now what I want to say? Is everything I once believed true?"

"Then, does God have any other representative divine power?"

"Resurrection of the dead? I remember, I have seen a similar miracle in a book, has he done it?"

Guilliman asked, noticing that Vito fell silent, folded his arms and lowered his eyes, and after a moment he sat down on the bench with a sigh, "Did I tell you that story?"

"Which one?"

"About how he became what you call the 'Emperor'."