Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Chapter 40 Are you willing to carry forward for the empire? twenty four

Eisenhorn is getting old.

The high-spirited judge who once frightened the enemies of mankind is now gray-haired and lives up to his former appearance.

Eisenhorn, a high-ranking judge of the empire, was once regarded as the enemy of mankind and was completely besieged by the empire.

Later, he tried his best to prove his loyalty and innocence, and killed the instigator, Quesos, the heretic judge who was considered dead by the trial court for many years and who once made the whole galaxy fearful.

Killing Quesos was his moment of fame, but not his peak.

Vinsenhorn has made great achievements. He wandered outside the light of the Emperor's Astronomical Torch, and wiped out those alien remnants that had long been considered extinct by the Imperial Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Also used the Demon Prince to eliminate a fallen Emperor Titan.

Use demons many times to fight other demons.

Stopped a heretical plot to destroy a sector.

Drive out those heretics lurking in the human world.

Of course, behind these glory, there is a sad price.

His former friends, disciples, and lovers all died in the battle against the devil.

He was left alone, living in this world.

Vinsenhorn remembers the death of each companion.

His brain has been engineered to remember everything, ensuring that no detail is lost in the fight against heresy.

This ability is a kind of torture for the old judge.

The way his companion died was engraved in the minds of those judges, which could never be erased by time, and would always accompany him and torture him until the day of his death.

Vinsenhorn was plagued by the same problem, and the priest of the Mechanicum once offered to erase his memory.

But he was also reluctant to lose the only trace left by those companions in this world, so he could only live in pain.

The life extension surgery performed more than a hundred years ago is still working, and Vinsenhorn can still live for decades.

Of course, in the past few decades, he was doomed to be accompanied by loneliness, chewing on the grief brought about by the death of those he cared about every day.

He tried to continue to fight against the heretics and demons who were destroying the empire, and let them know that Inquisitor Eisenhorn's anger had not yet been quenched.

It's a pity that his lifespan is still there, but his bodily functions can no longer support his terrible adventures.

The artificial device implanted in his body tortured him, and any high-intensity movement would make him feel heart-piercing pain.

Eisenhorn did not expect that he would be summoned by the Regent of the Empire.

Having fought against aliens and demons for many years, he clearly knows how powerful a Primarch is.

There are countless terrifying and unimaginable aliens in the galaxy.

They are powerful, eerie, and possess unimaginable power.

Every time the Inquisitor uproots one, he will pay a heavy price.

But the Primarchs cleaned up those monsters, and built an empire that continues to this day on the remains of the aliens.

Eisenhorn walked down the wide marble corridor led by several imperial attendants.

There are many memorable portraits of judges who died in order to maintain the empire and protect mankind on these corridors.

They fulfilled their vows, and thus deserve to be remembered.

Eisenhorn didn't know if he was eligible to be hung in this corridor, maybe not.

In his long career as an Inquisitor, he has had as many sins as he has done.

Using the power of demons is a stain that he can never wash away, and he has shot other teams of judges many times in order to get out of trouble quickly and solve the troubles at hand.

Walking through the promenade, there is a majestic trial hall.

The Glory Guards wearing Terminator armor stood on both sides, and they looked at Vinsenhorn who walked into the hall.

"Those bolt guns only need one shot, and I'm probably torn to pieces." Vinsenhorn said in his heart when he saw the bolt guns in their hands.

A Space Marine's bolter is a more formidable caliber than those wielded by Inquisitors and Battle Sisters.

When performing missions in the past, he had seen these emperor angels take action many times.

When these armored warriors are thrown into battle, all who stand against them should be terrified.

Space Marines are uncompromising war machines, and nothing can stand against their power.

Several servo skulls were suspended in the air, and the scanner released a scarlet light, strafing Vinsenhorn.

After confirming that there is no problem, the servo skull lifted off and continued to hover around the hall.

Walking into the hall, Vinsenhorn saw the covenant at first sight, and the other party was standing respectfully aside.

Never seen an Inquisitor so honest and polite.

A judge without a superior often doesn't even pay much attention to the Imperial Senate.

A giant in azure armor sat on a huge chair, flipping through many materials classified as high-level secrets.

His face was perfect and solemn, and just sitting there exuded an irresistible charm.

"My lord, here he is," said Covenant.

Guilliman turned around and looked at the gray-haired Vinsenhorn. The long-term battle caused the judge to lose many flesh and blood limbs, which were forced to be replaced with mechanical prosthetics.

"You go out first, I have some questions to ask him alone." Guilliman said.

Sheng covenant nodded, and after performing the eagle salute, he walked out.

The hall was emptied, leaving only Vinsenhorn and Guilliman.

"Master Primarch, what do you want to ask?" Vinsenhorn said humbly.

In front of him was not the trash of the Senate, but a Primarch who had lived in the age of mythology.

Any disrespect is stupid.

"You once summoned demons and drove them. I saw several accusations about you in the data file. You even fought side by side with a demon many times."

"Yes, my lord. At that time, it was a last resort, me."

Vinsenhorn was interrupted by Guilliman before he could finish his explanation.

"You don't need to explain, I understand."

Vinsenhorn's mood became tense, he didn't know if this great figure was planning to punish him for his rebellion.

Even now, the Tribunal has considered him innocent and allowed him to teach new blood in the Judge Academy, but Vinsenhorn understands that a Primarch can easily overthrow all of this.

"To fight against those terrible things for human beings, any means are worthy of forgiveness. Only the most despicable, shameless, and bottomless people can win the final victory."

Guilliman's words made Vinsenhorn stunned for a moment, and he realized that the other party did not come to punish him.

"My lord." Vinsenhorn didn't know what to say.

"Vinsenhorn, are you loyal to the Empire?"

Guilliman changed the subject and asked in a solemn tone.

"My lord, I am extremely loyal to the Empire."

"Then do you love human beings, and are you willing to give everything for the survival of human beings?"

"My lord, I have served for hundreds of years and fought countless demons. My friends, disciples, and even my lover died in those frightening battles. I have sacrificed everything for mankind."

"Very well, Vinsenhorn, then are you willing to carry forward the burden for the empire and mankind again?? Endure the accusations of those ignorant people again, and move forward in the dark until the dawn comes, until mankind is redeemed."

Guilliman's eyes were fixed on Vinsenhorn, and his tone was unprecedentedly dignified, which made Vinsenhorn understand that this was definitely not a joke.

"My lord, I am willing."

Eisenhorn answered quickly, without giving himself time to think.

It should not be the judge's fate to live alone and take his last breath on the hospital bed.

It is the Inquisitor's destiny to die on the battlefield against the enemies of mankind.

"Can you swear? You will walk in the dark and abide by the original intention of protecting mankind. Unless the dawn comes, you will never reveal what you have done. Whether you are accused or facing the crisis of death, you must never Question what you do."

Vinsenhorn raised his hand, "I swear, before the dawn of the empire, I will keep my oath and never reveal or question what I have done."

"I hope you can fulfill the oath you made, Vinsenhorn, I need you to help me with something, this thing does not look honorable. It looks rebellious, but it is very important."

"What is it, my lord?" Vinsenhorn asked.