Warhammer Inquisitor

The rumbling mechanical roar echoed on the battlefield. Guilliman sat in a land speeder and advanced at a high speed. He looked at the dusty and smokey battlefield outside the window, and couldn't help but recall his appearance when he entered the battlefield for the first time. That was before the empire found him, on Ultramar, when he was fifteen years old and persuaded his father, Connor, his real father to let him go to the battlefield for the first time.

My father told me not to be afraid, and my adoptive mother also gave me a kiss to let me be like everyone in the Guilliman family, to be fearless and to move forward bravely.

But he would still be afraid, listening to the screams of the wounded on the ground, watching the spears piercing the human body, feeling the hot blood mixed with the sand, covering the entire face, so that he could not distinguish on the battlefield. The feeling of panic and uneasiness when fighting against us.

Unbeknownst to everyone, Guilliman is also afraid now. He is sitting in Landry, surrounded by his own guards and stepping into the battlefield, but what he is afraid of is not blood and swords, death and screams, he is not that The child is gone, that Macragge child named Robert Guilliman is long gone.

The one left now is Robert Guilliman called the Primarch. He is the hope of the empire, and maybe the last hope. The heavy pressure makes him breathless, and that is what scares him, too. I hope so much, I am too demanding, and now I have to face another hope I once had, my brother.

Although Vito told himself that that person was no longer his brother, Guilliman did not know that during the rebellion, he had not seen too many brothers who betrayed Fang, only Lorgar, Angron, and Curze That's all, he's never seen the other brothers, and he's always glad that he didn't see them.

Because of this, they are still his brothers in his mind. In his memory, there are only those friendly faces. Even Mortarion, Guilliman has never treated this brother who is determined to be scientific and has similar ideas to his own. There had been any real malice, and there was still... He feared that this memory would be completely torn apart.

He didn't know how this brother who used to despise witchcraft and secret methods, the brother who took the truth of the empire as his life creed, got to where he is today, how they got to this point, brothers fighting against each other, killing each other...

"Lord Guilliman, the Marshal's troops have opened a breakthrough. He said that the enemy's counterattack has been defeated and our road to our destination has been opened." Sicarius, who was also in Landry, approached and said, sitting on the Guilliman's side, he was always by Guilliman's side, and he would not allow anyone to take away the position closest to the Primarch.

Of course Guilliman knew about his pride and arrogance. He was neither blind nor deaf. His unstoppable fuel, so Guilliman took him, and in the next reunion of brothers, there will only be his confrontation with Mortarion. Sicarius will ensure that no one bothers the pair after ten thousand years Reunited brothers.

"Very well, order the commandos on the left and right flanks to follow us and break through the collapsed front. We only have one goal, and that is the enemy leader. Leave the rest to the Marshal and his troops." Guilliman Hong Liang He gave the order, and he used that voice to mask the anxiety and fear in his heart, and it worked as always.

No one doubts that the Primarch can worry, no one thinks that the Primarch has those negative emotions, he is perfect, he can only be perfect, a god, not a person, the Ultramarines are inspired, all They shouted enthusiastically, they were proud of being able to enter the battlefield side by side with their father, and they would die without regret.

The same shout also echoed in the communication channel. In that voice, the Land Speeder broke through the smoke and fog, and leaped over the deep ditch and trench. More sand, mixed with a lot of burning and pulverized human bodies.

Rand was galloping on the scorched ground, with its escort behind it, six Rand vehicles lined up, roaring forward in an echelon.

Guilliman couldn't see everything in the depths of his surroundings. The thick fog blocked everything he could see. Only those crooked and broken silhouettes stood in the fog. They were the broken phantoms left by the bombing, such as Like a monument, it describes the facts of this tragic war.

Suddenly, rumbling footsteps sounded from the sea of ​​fog, and Guilliman immediately noticed him and followed the sound. The sound was getting closer, and as its footsteps became heavier and heavier, a huge shadow Appearing in the mist, it rushed over, Guilliman took a closer look, and then saw clearly that it was a demon engine.

Khorne's giant war beast appeared on the battlefield between Nurgle and the Empire. The roaring mechanical bull rushed over. Its thick forelimbs were as strong as a gorilla, and raging fire erupted from its face. All the exposed parts of the body, the huge body supported by the pair of giant arms slammed into Rand from the side, countless firepower tried to intercept it, but to no avail.

The iron bull knocked Rand over, and Guilliman was thrown out. He came outside, and more iron bulls also knocked over all the rest of Rand. The roaring demon engine raised its forelegs and beat its chest. A roar of flames shot out from behind it.

That flame is a bright beacon, guiding those who are looking for the target in the dark mist, and they have already come, the death guard rebel space fighters, appearing at the same time as the World Eaters, they rushed out of the mist, especially the World Eaters, they are like Roaring like crazy, he rushed towards the Ultramarines who had just got up.

Members of Guilliman's guard knelt on the ground and raised their swords to block the falling chainaxe. The World Eater hooked the end of the axe to the sword and slammed it away, and then the ax split the Ultramarine's head. .

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull sacrifice..." He didn't finish his words, and he wouldn't finish, because his head flew out, and it was Guilliman who cut off his head. The Primarch held the holy sword in his hand and turned Turn around to face the oncoming traitors, once brothers and sisters, but now, they are merciless and merciless in their attacks on the Ultramarines.

Guilliman now truly understands that brotherhood has long since disappeared, and he should no longer have any illusions. With such sadness and even more anger, Guilliman strode forward, cutting off the world-swallowing sword with a sweeping blow. By.

The Ultramarines rallied. Under the leadership of Mikael, they rushed up and fought with the traitors around the Primarch. The chainsaw roared, and the explosive bombs lit up dazzling flames at close range. The battlefield was still the same. No matter how it changes, whether it is swords slashing or guns shooting each other, it is always the same.

Hearing those screams and groans, Guilliman thought of many things, and for some reason he thought more now than ever before. When I met my brothers once, everyone was gearing up. The irritable brothers jumped into the arena first and wanted to show off.

Angron confronts Dorne, extreme rage confronts cold reason, Magruth's psionic power and Halifax's magic burst out dazzling light, Phoenix and angels jump like the most beautiful dancers in the arena After the battle, no matter how fierce the fight is, when night falls, everyone will gather in the banquet hall again, drinking and talking as if nothing happened.

What a beautiful memory, what a beautiful era, and all of this has come to naught, what Chaos did, what traitors did, Guilliman's thoughts burst out here, nostalgia turned into anger, he roared and rushed to The demon engine slashed and slashed along the way, beheading the World Eaters and Death Guards one by one.

He pierced the head of the death guard blocking the way with a sword, and flung it away to attack the demon engine. The huge monster of Khorne also turned around and rushed towards the Primarch. Fighting together, Guilliman grabbed the arm of the Demon Engine and tore it apart with a fury greater than his own.

Guilliman beat the Devil Engine's face with his own arm, interrupting the roar of the Devil Engine. Guilliman didn't stop, he stabbed the holy sword into the gap in the Devil Engine's chest Here, fueled by rage, the Primarch ripped open the Demon Engine's chest with both hands.

The flames of the explosion spewed out from the gap, and Guilliman's bolt gauntlet pierced into the demon engine's chest. He shattered the back of the demon engine with continuous fire, and the flames gushed out like blood. The tall steel giant Struggling and fell to the ground.

Guilliman panted heavily, looked at the dead demon engines, and raised his head to face the remaining demon engines. They roared and exploded their claws at Guilliman, but the moment before they attacked, A burst of artillery fire destroyed them, and a titan that charged into battle appeared behind Guilliman.

"Master Primarch, we are here to support you, please get out of there... Wait, what is this?" The titan pilot's voice changed from pride to fear, and a cloud of fog rose from its feet, engulfing the entire place in the blink of an eye. Amid the screams and interfering noises, the giant Titan collapsed.

Its body was corroded, and molten metal flowed down from the steel skeleton, and the skeleton snapped in an instant, and the titan collapsed on the battlefield.

The fog swept over, and he gradually rose around Guilliman, isolating everything around him from him, except for one person, he walked over, following the sound of heavy footsteps, breathing with the familiar respirator Voice.

"Mortarion."

"Hello, brother." In the poisonous mist, the bright white figure spread the wings behind him, and said in a gloomy, joyful and passionate way, this is a reunion of brothers.