Warhammer Inquisitor

The Storm Eagle roared and slowly landed on the ground. Its landing gear landed on the granite road with a muffled sound. Gravel and dust swirled and danced along with its airflow, setting off a short dust explosion around it. , but when the hatch fell, everything that was originally noisy around it instantly fell silent.

Inside the hatch, a tall figure slowly appeared. He stood at the top of the hatch and overlooked everything outside. On both sides of the avenue, the mortal guards with guns immediately stood up straight. They stood on both sides with their heads held high, like statues Statues that don't move.

These statues are not works of art carved by skilled craftsmen. They have nothing to do with beauty. Almost everyone has scars on their faces. Blood and stains are solidified on everyone's faces. Even the armor is full of blood. That is the art here, the art of war.

The heavy footsteps of military boots echoed in the air of the avenue. The soldiers on both sides stood at attention and walked down from the tall figure in the cabin. He walked along the avenue. The soldiers on both sides stared at him silently, raised their chests and raised their heads. The flag bearer held the flag tightly, and turned his head sideways following his stalwart figure in front of the team.

He walked through the middle of the avenue, and many other fighter planes landed behind the Thunderhawk behind him, and many space fighters stepped down from it. They held flying battle flags and followed solemnly in this place. Behind the extraordinary body.

The heavy footsteps of the Ultramarines passed by with the rumbling sound, and the flags were flying above their heads. In this battlefield, among the crowd full of ruined walls and blood, they are the most holy existence, just as described on the mural.

The emperor's angels walked in front of the crowd. When they passed, the soldiers on both sides all knelt down. Their commanders and political commissars took off their hats and put them on their chests. The standard bearers behind them knelt down holding the flags. , and behind them are soldiers kneeling on one knee at the same time.

Countless heads hung on both sides to pay tribute to the passing Ultramarines, while the demigods held their heads high and strode across the avenue above the battlefield without stopping, passing under the sky full of gunfire, Above the sky, squadrons of fighter planes roared past, and the deafening sound of engine explosions echoed up and down the sky.

At the end of the clouds, in the overcast sky, huge shadows were moving, and the plasma flames shone red hot in the darkness. It was imperial warships traveling in orbit, and the fires bloomed on the clouds.

Under the firelight of the sky, the Ultramarines walked through the avenue between mortals and soldiers, and came to the magnificent church at the end. There, outstretched fingers touched the sky.

The Ultramarines walked up the steps, and the flags slammed on the ground. The flag bearers held the flag in one hand and the sword around their waists in the other. They looked down at the mortals, and then the Ultramarines separated from the center, and a stalwart figure appeared on the stairs He stood tall and majestic with his head bowed.

"Praise be to you and the glory of the Emperor, Master Guilliman." Kayla, the head sister of the Battle Sisters, knelt on one knee, her rosary slipped from her belt, and the pendant symbolizing faith and purity was proudly displayed to the limit in front of the soldiers.

"Praise your glory." With the echo, everyone in front of the church knelt down, except for one person, she stood there proudly, standing in the surrounding battle nuns, survivors of the Church, and the defense forces between.

Guilliman looked at her, raised his head slightly, "Why don't you kneel before me? Are you unwilling to submit to me? Or, are you unwilling to pay me your respect?"

"Respect? No, my lord, I will not, because the Emperor will not kneel before you." The girl said, her eyes were shining with a faint golden light, and Guilliman watched her frowning slightly, watching with displeasure. This short girl wrapped in a red robe, her bare feet were exposed to the cold wind.

"Emperor? You just said that." Guilliman said silently. He raised his head, his words were full of majesty and questioning. Of course, the Primarch would not tolerate any challenge, especially a little girl.

"Naturally, my lord, I was summoned by her to come here to help you." The girl bowed her head reverently, and pressed her palm lightly on her heart, "As the emperor said, follow his will, He did not ask me to kneel to you, and his emissary will not kneel to anyone, not even his son."

"You are that girl? The girl in my dream?" Among the few mortals following Guilliman, the excited priest jumped out at once, his expression was joyful, mixed with a lot of fanaticism, this Let Guilliman look at him with some displeasure, the Primarch's attitude towards religion is well known.

"Dreams? Father Mathieu, are you talking about dreams?" Guilliman asked, his face still stern, as if he had no interest in this question.

"Yes, my lord, the dream." Father Mathieu made a sky eagle salute on his chest, and after a series of devout and longing prayers to the statue of the emperor in the church, he finally belatedly paid his respects to Ki Liman said, "Yes, my lord, in the dream I received an oracle from the Emperor, and he told me about a girl who will help you win this war."

"First of all, don't make me wait, Mathieu, you are not qualified, and secondly." Guilliman said, looking at the girl, "You say you are my father's emissary? How do you prove it? Just by your words ?"

"She performed miracles, my lord!" The major, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his head and said enthusiastically and positively, "We all saw it with our own eyes, my lord."

"Keep calm, Major, whether you are a soldier or a commander, you should think carefully before speaking, and what you just said obviously did not give any serious thought." Guilliman said, looking at the major with criticism and displeasure This demeanor is enough to make any mortal feel ashamed and frightened.

Under the gaze of the Primarch, Guilliman said slowly, "Vito, this is your man, don't you want to say something? You are unexpectedly quiet today, aren't you?"

"Quiet? Maybe." From behind Guilliman, Vito Constantine came out. He was wearing golden power armor and should have been quite eye-catching, but no one noticed him for a while. .

He came to Guilliman and stood shoulder to shoulder with him. Vito watched the major raise his head, "But Lord Guilliman is right. You should keep calm. This is the most basic quality of an imperial officer. I know that your army It's lax about it, but I hope all of you, like the Navy, will be as restrained as you are."

"My lord, I apologize for my recklessness, but what I said is definitely not false." The major said with his head lowered, "She performed a miracle, which is obvious to all, and there is no room for sophistry or ignorance."

Guilliman frowned slightly, and turned his gaze to the nun next to the major, "Yes, my lord, what the major said is true, this girl has indeed shown a miracle."

"What kind of miracle?" Guilliman continued to ask, "Look up, I want to see your eyes and listen to your words."

The nun raised her head, her eyes met with Guilliman's, but she nodded without the slightest hesitation, "As I said, respected Primarch, this girl has performed miracles before our eyes, and demons fear her, In the splendor of the Emperor she cast out those daemons, smashing their bodies and burning them to ashes."

"This is a real miracle! I wish I could be there to see it with my own eyes." Mathieu raised his hand piously and looked at the angel on the steeple. He looked at the girl with longing eyes, and he was sure of what he believed in. , "She is a true saint, my lord, what is there to doubt?"

Guilliman looked at the girl. She stood there, silent but fearless looking at the Primarch. Guilliman silently looked away, "Major, report the local situation."

After the major was stunned for a moment, he didn't understand why the Primarch asked this question suddenly, but when he raised his head and met his eyes, he immediately said truthfully, "The loss is heavy, my lord, but we still stick to the last hive city The size is important."

"Where's the starport?" Guilliman asked.

"Under control too, my lord."

"Very well, get your people ready. My follow-up troops will be deployed immediately. I want your commanders to report the situation to them and obey the command of me and my officers from now on."

Guilliman said calmly but majestically, the major dared to lower his head, "As you wish, my lord" "Very well, nun, your people are just like the major, they are a reliable force."

"As the Emperor wishes, but my lord. You." The nun asked suspiciously, raised her eyes to look at the girl, she stood there expressionless, stroking the head of the little black-haired girl beside her with her hands, The latter was terrified, but she herself didn't seem to see the Primarch at all.

"When your lord is in front of you, keep your eyes on him!" the Ultramarine standard-bearer behind Guilliman said furiously. He went up to teach the girl, but was stopped by Guilliman's raised hand.

"My lord, how should we arrange the envoys of the Emperor?" Mathieu stepped forward and asked, he showed the courage that mortals rarely have, knowing that Guilliman might deliberately avoid this question, he still chose ask.

"I know many apostles and priests. I know their miracles and their power. Many of them are incomprehensible, but I don't think it represents my father's authority."

Guilliman said silently, expressionless, "I know quite a few psykers, and many of them have extraordinary powers, but they themselves never knew it."

He said, looking at the priest, not the girl, who was also touching the head of the little girl next to him, paying no attention to the Primarch who was speaking.

"When danger comes, their power will be awakened from their potential, and then they will display many miraculous powers, but is this really related to my father?"

Guilliman looked at the nun and asked the major. Of course, they didn't answer, because they didn't need to answer, "A long time ago, long before my father became the emperor and the empire was established, this kind of people existed widely, ignorant Some people call them witches, but learned people know how to call them and treat them correctly."

"As far as I know, this kind of people led to the fall of the Golden Age. They can't control their power, and they will attract demons and predators in the void." Guilliman said calmly, his voice was calm but did not let Anyone ignored, except the girl, she was still touching the head of the black-haired girl, even though the latter's face was full of fear.

The major and the nun looked at each other nervously, and Mathieu also showed a surprised expression, "My lord, you can't, no! Never, she is your father's emissary, I will never allow it!"

"You, you don't allow?" Guilliman asked indifferently, his eyes swept over, and the priest froze for an instant. After realizing his gaffe, he silently nodded and stepped back, "Please forgive me, my lord , but I advise"

"Yes, she is my father's emissary, maybe, maybe not, but I think I should pay my respects, to my father." Guilliman said, turning his head to look at his entourage, in which there are more than limit Soldiers, as well as the imperial army who followed Vito, and the nuns of silence.

He looked at the nuns of silence, raised his finger and pointed at one of the nuns, "Sister Samila, you are responsible for taking care of this young messenger, take her down, and take care of her instead of me, as for Father Mathieu"

The Primarch looked at the priest, his eyes were indifferent but majestic, "You offended me just now, but I chose to forgive you, now, I give you a task, take it as a matter of atonement, as you like to call it."

"Of course, my lord, what is it?" Mathieu asked, and Guilliman smiled and looked at the girl, but she still didn't look at the Primarch, "Go and find out, is she the saint you mentioned, if She's not. I'm sure you know what to do, but as for how to check, do it your old way, I hear you like it."

Guilliman turned and left, leaving only the people in place. Mathieu looked at the girl with doubts. He knew what Guilliman was talking about.

And when Mathieu looked, the girl just smiled and tilted her head towards him, she was not afraid.