Warhammer Inquisitor

The ruins of the city fell around like a toppled tree. The last time Vito came, he saw solemn temples, magnificent halls and gorgeous minaret temples. The streets were also full of sculptures and sacred carved stone walls.

People come and go on the bustling streets, hymns and hymns are everywhere. Believers write scriptures and worship day and night devoutly. The whole city is solemn and full of vitality.

But now, there is only a bleak scene left here, and all that remains are the broken walls and ruins after the end of the day.

Here, Vito recalled some things, some ancient memories, he remembered the city destroyed in the civil war in the era of strife, remembered the blizzard-filled streets and deserted squares after the global nuclear exchange.

It was also snowing here, Vito raised his hand, and the black snowflakes fell on his hand, of course it was not blood but ashes, the ashes of the city.

The bombing from the Ultramarines fleet in orbit destroyed this place. The empire’s orbital bombing was as efficient and accurate as ever, which is extremely ironic, because the formulation, popularization, and rules and regulations of orbital bombing tactics were all handled by Vito.

At first, Vito designated the orbital bombing plan, which was only used to destroy those completely militarized satellites, fortress cities, and bunker groups. These places often require a huge cost and time for the legion to capture, so Vito designed the orbital bombing tactic. This efficiently destroys these military targets.

But now he walks among the ruins of the perfect city, among the ruins of a military doctrine of his own writing, his silver-plated boots treading in ashes and shards of shattered glass.

Vito looked at the dead ruins around him. There were still many charred bones lying on the side of the street. Those bones were almost completely charred and covered with a thick layer of black ash.

For a moment, Vito looked at the corpses and thought that he had killed them. The fleet in orbit, their weapons, military command structure, fleet and legion assignments, and tactical combat regulations were almost all designed by Vito himself. The Primarchs stylistically reorganized their Legions, but the Imperial Navy and the Imperial Army remained largely untouched.

People always say that Vitor is the creator of the Imperial Army, the Emperor created the body and mind of the Empire, Malcador created its brain nerves, and Vitor created his fists and muscles.

But now, Vito has a deep sense of guilt. He believes that he needs to be responsible for the deaths of these people. Many times he regrets joining the expedition of the old bastard, especially at this moment.

He walked forward along the deserted street, the scene of the doomsday was vivid in his mind, even the sky was so dark and lifeless, black snow was flying in the sky, and the streets were full of ruined walls.

The tall toppled building hit another building above his head, and the ruins of the doomsday were built together, one after another, like a jungle of destruction and death.

He walked on this dim street, where there was only destruction and death, and the empty skeletons around him seemed to be looking at him, saying something silently.

Vito began to fear facing Lorgar, he was afraid to see him, because he didn't know what to say, he knew what it felt like to destroy a place he cherished, and he knew that the destruction came from himself.

So he didn't know what he could say to Lorgar at all, and he didn't know how to face him and comfort him.

But he still walked over, no matter how scared and confused he was, Lorgar was his friend after all, and Vito would not leave his friend behind, no matter what happened.

He walked down the street to the square, and he walked out among the ruins, a ruined arcade built over the top of the fallen tower, and he walked out onto the square, looking at the Word Bearers kneeling on the ground.

A large number of warriors knelt on the square, one after another, the once glorious, immortal and holy legion was now dimmed, only sorrow and pain enveloped everything.

They lowered their heads, crying and talking to themselves one after another. They were all in a bad state, and the most serious injuries often did not come from physical, but mental torture.

Vito walked between these giants in scarlet armor, he continued to circle among them, and walked towards the giant in the front row step by step.

He stood beside Lorgar and looked at the Great Temple in front of the square. The central building of the city was riddled with holes, and the magnificent Great Hall was barely supported by the support structure built by its huge physique, like a man collapsed on the ground. Giants.

"Lorgar. I. I'm sorry." Vito said sadly, leaning down. He looked at Lorgar's face of self-doubt, resentment and pain. Totally dumb.

"I just want to help him, I want people to recognize our cause, recognize him, I have been dedicated to him for two centuries, for his empire and his cause, what have I done wrong."

Lorgar said sadly, with his arms hanging on the ground, he said in pain, "He said that I betrayed our cause, how did I betray, everything I did was for him, my legion and My people love him, but he returns our love with destruction."

"I don't know, Vito, what did I do wrong, her, what did they do wrong." Lorgar said, Vito stepped forward and hugged his head, "No, you didn't do anything wrong, Doing everything wrong."

"Then why did he do this? Why did he kill them and destroy this place? What did these innocent people do wrong? They just praised him and supported him."

"You have done nothing wrong, boy, you are one of the kindest and most merciful of all your brothers, Vulcan, Sanguinius, Khan and Horus want them all to recognize you, you Did nothing wrong."

"Then whose fault is this? Vito, whose fault is it?" Lorgar's question made Vito unable to answer. He wanted to say that it was the old bastard's fault, but he didn't say it. As subconsciously.

He didn't know, but he obviously hated that bastard, but he didn't want to slander him, not at all.

Lorgar sighed a long time, he closed his eyes, "Come on, Vito, let me stay here alone." "Lorgar." "Come on, my friend, go away. "

He didn't say anything, just hugged Lorgar's neck, then gradually let go and knelt in front of Lorgar, "No matter what happens in the future, Lorgar, I will support you."

After saying that, Vito got up and walked away. He walked to the edge of the ruins and looked at Lorgar. Sad tears flowed down his face and fell silently to the ground. Vito walked into the darkness of the ruins.

In the legion, among all the people kneeling on the square, one didn't really feel sad, but a kind of joy. The chief priest of the legion, Erebus, showed a vicious smile on the corner of his mouth.

Vito doesn't know, they don't know at this moment, what the destruction of the perfect city means.

Vito would never want to know either, but the cruel truth kept finding him, just like before, over and over again.