Warhammer Inquisitor

Incense is permeated under the empty dome, exquisite statues are arched on the roof, swords and holy hammers are raised high one by one, and statues of angels soar high. They stand between the eaves, and the eaves are extremely luxurious. Each wore robes of glittering gold, or gowns embellished with diamonds.

The sword is shining brightly, flickering in the warm sunlight, the dim sunlight splashes down from the painted dome like a kaleidoscopic mirror, the sunlight slowly elongates along the gap between the statue's fingers, lighting up the delicate reliefs, One by one they appeared in the sunlight, and each face carved on the magnificent walls gradually emerged from the darkness.

It was a picture scroll of war. The sons and daughters of Macragge, the Astartes and the mortal auxiliaries fought against the invaders from the starry sky. The Tyranid war beasts were carved out lifelike, with long teeth and five claws, It was terrifying, but the Emperor's warriors still held their posts.

On the magnificent mural, the Astartes held high their bolts, and below them, heroic mortals went into battle, and even militiamen stood with them, banners fluttering, and outlines of those nameless people were outlined in the sun. , above their heads, banners were flying in the light.

This is the Great Sanctuary of Hera in Macragge. It is located in the central part of the central fortress of the Ultramarines. It is surrounded by tall walls and surrounded by forests of turrets. Once upon a time, the status of this place was equal to that of the Primarch's sleeping Great Temple. important.

Here is where the Ultramarines, from the Legion to the present era of all honors are written, whether glorious or ordinary, they all have a place here, magnificent murals describe epic wars, Tyrannian frenzy, Chaos Invasion, millions of sacrifices and the glory that comes with it.

More sculptures towered on both sides of the church, a statue of a man, not all Astartes, but many mortal figures, all of whom were revered by the Ultramarines, most of whom were long gone.

But there is a proverb that says that a person will die three times in a lifetime. The first death is biological, the heart stops, and the brain degrades and disappears. The second death is sociological, and the third death is When the last person who remembers you, the person who knew you will finally pass away.

If this is the case, then these people have gained eternal life in a sense, they live here forever, accepting the offerings of generations, the Ultramarines will know them here, and bring their deeds to thousands of years Thousands of battlefields, and with him or a long or short life.

When these warriors pass away, they may also be able to create brilliant achievements. When they are fleeting like meteors and fly across the sky, they will also be reborn here, standing among the stone platforms, and passing on their spirit to the next world. One generation of fighters, the next, will be in the hearts of heroes who stand by their side.

Heavy footsteps came from the far end of the hall, approaching from far away, his voice echoed among the statues of heroes, in the epic picture scroll air raid.

The recruits of the 10th Company of Ultramarines, carrying guns on both sides, looked at him and saluted as he passed by. He turned around, and the cockscomb helmet in his hand turned with his posture, "Go down, Guard the gate, and no one can come in and disturb you."

"Of course, commander of the third company." The recruit squad leader took a step forward after saluting, and turned to look at his comrades, "All of them! One step ahead!"

The recruits took a step forward, stood in two neat rows, and then put their guns on their shoulders. They hadn't put on real power armor yet, but the carapace on their chests still glistened in the sun.

"There are all of them. Turn left, start, and go!" The squad leader also shouldered his gun and walked on one side of the team. The recruits passed by on both sides. The company commander watched them walk towards the bright and bright gate in the distance, and then turned his head. Walk quickly into the depths of the hall.

He is very familiar with this place. As the eternal guardian who stays in Macragge and Hera Fortress all year round, he knows every corner of this fortress, every corridor, every gun array, and the power system of the fortress better than anyone else. All the pipelines are clear in his heart.

So he passed through the grand hall very quickly, and there were only occasional machine servants along the way. It seemed that there were no thinking beings here, but this was an illusion, because the most intelligent brain in the real universe was here.

When entering a remote and dark side hall in the depths of the hall, the tall figure came into view. He stood there alone, with his head raised, looking at the tall statue in front of him.

It was a statue in heavy armor, holding a chainsaw sword in both hands, and a pair of eagles with wings spread on their shoulders. Their size was larger than the average Astartes battle armor. , guarding the head of that huge figure.

"Mikael."

He turned his head and saw that the company commander stopped immediately after taking a step forward, lifted the shirt that fell from his side shoulders and knelt down, the company commander held down the jewel-encrusted sword hilt at his waist, and lowered his head, "Master Primarch."

Yes, of course it is Guilliman. Few people have come here for so many years, and many people don’t even know the existence of this place. This is an ancient corner of the entire Hall of Glory, and its existence is even older than Hera Fortress. Only the oldest veterans of the regiment know it, and none of them survive.

Even Calgar knew very little about this place, and often forgot its existence. Only Mikael still remembered, the guard of Hera Fortress and the eternal sentinel of Macragge.

Because the people enshrined here are the incarnations of history, they are the starting point of the empire, and now, they used to be standing on the high platform, but now, they are below, dignified and majestic, like an invisible stalwart.

"Why are you here?", "The high-level leaders of the battle group found that you were missing, and Lord Calga immediately ordered to find you. Captain Sicarius and Captain Sefursk led their companies to search for you in the fortress, but I didn't expect you to be here.", "Then you found me, why? How did you do it?", "I think, maybe you came back to see old friends, my lord."

Guilliman smiled silently, but nodded in satisfaction. He turned his head and looked at the magnificent statue in front of him, "Dorn, to be honest, it's not like him. Dorne's hair is less than this, we were They say he was born bald."

Guilliman smiled, and Mikael raised his head to look at the statue of Rogg Dorn. He was carved by the best craftsman in Macragge. come impression.

""I ordered it to be built here, but I have only been here once, and this is only the second time in 10,000 years. "As Guilliman spoke, he started to walk among the statues. They formed a circle around them, eighteen of them, but some were covered with white cloths, covering them from head to toe.

"I have dreamed of this place many times in my dreams, it is different from my impression, have you rebuilt it?", "Yes, my lord, Hera Fortress was invaded during the Tyrannian War, and it was attacked by a titan beetle , the temple guards finally killed it, but it was also severely damaged, and it was rebuilt after the war."

"Well, indeed, you can tell, Lion, heh, he's not that old, have you forgotten that he's as old as us?" In front of A, his master stepped on a huge demon, the sword was stuck in the demon's head, and his hand was pressed on the hilt.

The man was majestic and formidable, and behind him was coiled a huge lion, whose head was placed under the hand of the armored man. He was thus touching the lion with one hand, and holding the sword with the other, and his winged helmet was hung on his waist.

"According to the legend, Lord Ryan is solemn and forbidding, so the craftsman we found carved it according to the description, and everyone who saw it recognized the final result."

"Indeed, very solemn and solemn, just like himself, that is, his beard is not that long. Ryan will shave his beard and always shave his face clean. He said that is the code of knights."

Guilliman smiled cheerfully. He touched the demon's head and turned his head to look at the statue on the other side. He was completely different from the one in front of him. He had a happy face, and he smiled with sharp teeth, messy beard and flying hair. Behind him, he held two battle axes, followed by two giant wolves left and right.

"Russ didn't like it very much. He called Ryan a bitch, so they fought a lot. I remember, there were wins and losses. There were more draws. That is, both of them beat each other to the ground. No one One last punch."

"Two rambunctious kids, aren't they?"

Mikael struggled for a moment. He thought about whether it was disrespectful to evaluate the Primarchs in this way. Now that Mikael heard about it, he took them out and tied them to the stone pillars outside the fortress, showing them to the public. three days.

He raised his head and glanced at Guilliman, who was looking at the statues with a playful smile on his face. Mikael lowered his head after thinking for a moment, "As you can see, my lord."

"Perfect answer, neither approval nor disapproval, you are very good at words, Mikael, in other words, tactics.", "My lord?" Mikael raised his head, and Guilliman smiled at him Laughing, turned around, "This is a compliment, Mikael, don't be nervous, I know the word scheming is not a good thing nowadays."

Manipulation means plans, plots, and tricks. Any word is enough to make you be shot three times by the Ministry of Justice and the Tribunal. It has a place in the empire's dictionary of sensitive words that is almost as big as a planet.

Most people say this, then you have to think about how to defend yourself, or turn around and run away, at least it is a comfortable way to die, but for what Guilliman said, you don’t have to be nervous, because he was still There is no such dictionary.

"Well, their looks are different from what I remember. Is it because I slept too long, or are they not like this?" Guilliman walked in front of the statues, he glanced at one statue after another, and then stopped at a In front of a giant statue taller and burly than anyone else, he stood there, covered by a white cloth.

"Mikael, will you still teach the deeds of the Primarchs?", "Of course, my lord, this is the standard recruit education.", "Then do you know them all?", "Yes, my lord," the Iron Man Wall" Roger Dorn, "Lord of the Lions" Ryan Olsson, and "Lord of the Wolves" Leman Russ."

"What about him?" Guilliman pulled down the white cloth, and it slid down, revealing the figure behind it. When the white cloth fell completely, Mikael stood up, almost subconsciously, He stepped back and held down the saber at his waist, the power sword was drawn out of its sheath, and the lightning was instantly activated on the sword.

"His name is Horus."

"And he is." Guilliman pulled down another white cloth, the statues behind it were taller than the surrounding ones, and when it came crashing down, revealing the statue behind it, it was only possible to see why he was so tall, because he Holding the censer with an iron chain, it was lifted high.

He stood on the stone platform, and the feet and back were shaped like church steps, and he walked down from it, with symbols painted on his bald head, smiling kindly, holding a book in his hand, It was as if an angel who had descended into the world, or a prophet in mythology had stepped out.

"Rebel……"

"No, his name is Lorgar." Guilliman looked at him with a long sigh of relief, as if relieved, "Fortunately, the alien didn't destroy them, the way these brothers look, otherwise they wouldn't be rebuilt."

Guilliman looked at Lorgar's appearance, saw his enthusiastic smile, and silently patted the bag on his waist with the book in his hand. Mikael noticed a book in it.

"What do you want me to do here, Company Commander?"

Guilliman's words seemed to wake Mikael awake, he let go of his hand, put the sword back into the scabbard, and saluted Guilliman, "The high-level leaders of the battle group are ready, and Calgary invites you to participate. Meeting, my lord."

"Then let's go." Guilliman turned and left the statue in front of him. The white cloth fell under his feet. When the footsteps gradually faded away, Mikael followed behind him, glanced at the statue and spoke in a low voice.

"Do you know him, my lord?"

"No, I never knew him, Mikael."

The slanted sunlight came in from outside the door, crawled along the wall, and finally illuminated the book and the face of the person who stepped down the steps.