Warhammer Inquisitor

The fire flickered in the dark church. The weak light came from a burning candle. It stood on the marble steps. Although it was weak in stature, it was still burning. Its light illuminated a small part of the surrounding space. , illuminating the pasted prayer tapes.

Another candle was lit, its sparks ignited from the depths of the wax core, a slender match was lightly extinguished, and at the end of it, the giant blue steel hand appeared in the firelight, the candle flame Light up the golden U letter logo, the olive head crown, and slowly unfold under the symbol.

A burly man knelt down, holding a gigantic sword in his hand, the hilt was lit by the fire, and the golden olive crown was scratched on the hilt, hanging on both sides of the two-headed eagle with outstretched wings, The firelight shone on the sky eagle, and the reflected light caught the handsome face beside him.

Robert Guilliman knelt in front of the shrine. Countless candles were burning in front of him. Their flames converged to illuminate the burly son, the thirteenth son of the Emperor, Lord of Macragge from the darkness. With his newly acquired title, Robert Guilliman of Regent of the Empire.

His eyes were lowered, and his long golden hair hung on his forehead, but he still couldn't stop the shining blue eyes. Guilliman stared at the imperial sky eagle emblem surrounded by candles, which stood on the side of the shrine. In the center, surrounded by thousands of candles, that is the only light source in this darkness.

Numerous ancient banners fluttered above his head, and the faint light of the fire shone upon them. On those banners, on each of the glorious battle banners, Victory whispered his name in the firelight.

Guilliman knelt in the firelight, gazing at the banner of a thousand lights, the banner of all banners, the imperial eagle.

The Aquila of the Empire shines in this darkness, it is different because there is no statue of the Empire around it like most shrines of the Empire have, no, no, the Lord of Men and the God-Emperor of the Empire is not there, only it , the sky eagle, the sky eagle that symbolizes the empire itself is enshrined by candlelight.

Guilliman pasted a blessing scroll on the wing of the sky eagle, and there were many other stickers there, but without exception, they were all inscribed with only one person's name, his, Robert Guilliman's .

"I never thought that I would do this kind of religious behavior. This is a superstitious act, and I have betrayed my beliefs." Guilliman said in a low voice, and he knelt in front of the sky eagle on one knee. beating in his face.

"But I still pray to you, because you are not that hypocritical god, you can't speak, but you are the real symbol, the empire itself, the embodiment of the truth of the empire."

Guilliman gazed at the eagle, burning brightly in the candles that shone on its surface like the brightest star sun, the golden sun, but Guilliman would not pray to him, never.

"Bless our empire, bless our warriors and people, because darkness has come." Guilliman lowered his head, holding the sword in his hand, under the firelight, the U letter on his arm was the same as the one on the hilt. Glitter, with that crown.

"The night is long and the dawn has not yet come. We have fought in the dark for many years. I am lucky. With the help of my friend Vito Constantine, brothers have returned one by one. Ryan, San Guinness , I am his first circuit man, and I hope I can take on this responsibility."

Guilliman stared at the sky eagle, his blue eyes sparkled like jewels, he wore a crown, and his blond hair fell like the wind from both sides of the crown, "Victory, this is the joy of the missionaries cheering on the temple spiers , is also the commander's message to the soldiers, the Indomitable Crusade is winning steadily, and we are constantly retaking the empire's territory from the Lord of Destruction."

"But we are still besieged on all sides, and the war is still raging across the galaxy, defeating mutants, traitors, and aliens in every battle."

Guilliman said in a deep voice, word by word, like the oldest holy bell echoing in the air, the bell, the bell on Terra echoed, again and again, each time symbolizing the passing of a life , the passing of the loyal, the passing of the warriors of the Empire.

They sacrificed their lives in the name of the emperor, and faced the monsters in the darkness with their human bodies. Listen, do you hear that? That bell is ringing, it is a hymn to mortals.

"They say that the praise of mankind is courage. They say that under the leadership of the descendants of the demigods, the light of mankind will surely illuminate the galaxy. Listen, demigods, what a ridiculous term."

Guilliman said contemptuously, raising his eyes, blue eyes fixed on the eagle, "Faith will not save us."

He said.

"Lies can't protect us."

"And hope remains forever. It is now that the armies of the Empire are launching an active attack on the enemy. Mortarion and his Nurgle Haters cannot defeat us."

"A mortal body is hard to resist the plague, but, as my friend said, there is hope, and there is only hope."

"I am human, I am the son of mortals, and I will lead my fellow men to victory."

He said word by word, "People will sing the hymn of victory. Victory means that the galaxy is burning. Victory means that our empire is transforming. Victory is the roar of human beings that the light of hope has not disappeared."

Guilliman got up abruptly after saying that, he turned and left, leaving behind the sky eagle burning in the candlelight, and above its head, thousands of banners fluttered silently, and they followed him with their eyes, Robert Guilliman, the thirteenth son , the departure of the Son of Vengeance.

After Guilliman strode into the open door, the lights came blindingly, and the huge explosion mixed with the raging fire illuminated his face, ahead.

Vito, who was in front of the holographic map, turned his head, and he stood up wearing a dazzling golden armor, the emperor's battle armor!

"coming?"

"Well, are you ready?"

"Waiting anytime."

Vito turned around and stared at the Milky Way outside the window on the map where countless icons appeared, that, the burning Milky Way.

Guilliman stared at the Milky Way, closed his eyes, and said silently in his heart.

"victory."