Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

The three people gathered together and walked to the monument mentioned by Joseph.

This huge monument is about 20 meters high. To be honest, it is not majestic and tall. They have seen too many tall buildings when they live in the nest city, but they are the property of the nobles, and they are also the property of nobles. Or a chimney spewing poisonous smoke.

In the past, they would glance at things that had nothing to do with their lives with cold eyes, hold their noses and pass through the settling dust, brush the dust off their bodies, and then go about their lives.

But now facing this tall, simple monument, Dover's nose felt a little sore.

"This is the first building we erected. People must have some faith. To be honest, I always thought it was just something the priests of the state religion said casually. Who would have thought that people really need to have faith."

"So it was erected, and we were going to call it the Monument to the Unsung Heroes... Too many people died, too many corpses were thrown into the starch synthesizer. Those days were too difficult. Condensation on the battlefield There are so few dog tags, and those small metal pieces are buried together by various shrapnel..."

"So we built it a little cleaner and tidier... There is really nothing left to decorate. If anything, there is only a double-headed eagle that is still being blessed by the nuns and is ready to be hung."

Joseph and Anne complemented each other with every word they said. They both had a tacit understanding, and neither one took away from the other. Such a plain feeling made Dover feel the sweetness of love.

He had watched movies. When he was in school, he and the girls in his class went to watch those sweet love stories, where the hero and heroine would walk in the man-made park and have a drink in the tavern next to the purified water circulation system. Have a few drinks.

Then step on the soft glow of the sun lamp to admire the emperor's icon on the broad street. This kind of plain and full of beautiful love once made Dover yearn for it. But when he grew up, he discovered that life was far more realistic than the movie. After the girl he liked politely rejected him, he turned around and walked towards another more promising boy in the class.

His grades were better, his family was wealthy, and he was generous. At that time, Dover was still a bit shy and shy, and there was nothing to say about missing love. After all, nothing had begun, and there was no need to talk about loss.

But... there are still some small regrets...

Not only were the three of them visiting the monument, there were also some people who slowly approached with heavy respect, looking at the clean monument with their eyes and crying silently.

The gray-haired man may have lost a son, the young girl may have lost her mother, and the soldier about his own age may be a survivor of a close company.

Everyone has their story, so does this stone tablet, and so do these relics, Dover thought.

Will anyone remember me the day I die? Will anyone still remember me?

When he thought about being the only one left in the family, Dover felt uncontrollable sadness. The sadness pulled at the corners of his mouth, forcing his numb tears to come out again.

"Oh, cry, it's time to cry." Joseph did not go up to comfort the silently crying soldier, but stared at the pale monument with empathy.

"I remember you are a soldier from Hades's nest, right? Why is there..."

"My commander is from Seaglass Hive."

"Oh? Do you know the name? Maybe I know it too."

"He didn't leave anything behind, just these things."

"Okay... In a few days, people from the state church will come to say the last mass at this monument. Let's take a look then."

"Ah."

"If you have nowhere to go, you can come to my house first."

"it is good."

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Three days later, the mass at the Monument to the Unknown Heroes began. A group of nuns and Anglican priests rushed here specially, bringing with them a pure gold holy double-headed eagle.

There was a huge crowd in front of the monument, and almost everyone in the city gathered here to listen to the mass of the Anglican priest.

The state priest, wearing a white cassock with red edges and a golden cross, opened a thick book of ancient mantras on the chanting stand. Under the sound of turning books, the crowd fell silent, and everyone listened attentively to the priest's mass.

"In those most difficult times..."

"The true Lord of mankind, the Lord of all truth and all things, the Divine Emperor, has sent down for us this revelation."

"Don't rejoice at the insignificance of betrayal, don't be proud of the incompetence of loyalty..."

"We remember the Emperor's revelations and obey his voice. We practice his truth under his compassionate and majestic eyes."

"Our loyalty is to this planet. Our loyalty is to this planet that belonged to the Empire in the past, belongs to the Empire now, and will still belong to the Empire in the future."

"There is endless danger and hatred among the stars. They are watching our lives, our souls, and everything about us in the darkness. They are eager to lead us into the grand path of betraying the Emperor and bring our souls into them. The dirty and bleak path to destruction.”

"Many people waver in their love and loyalty to the Emperor in times of crisis. But more people burst out with a more powerful and holy wrath of the Emperor in times of crisis."

"Although these unknown heroes bid farewell to our mortal life, their loyal souls will always stay at the edge of the Golden Throne, in that magnificent and supreme sacred hall, inspiring with their pure eyes full of justice and heroism. Our souls.”

"As long as the people of Armageddon are not extinct in the dark stars, this planet will always belong to the great Emperor!"

"Humanity is immortal! The throne lasts forever! For the true god in Holy Terra!"

Under the impassioned speech of the priest, the people of Seaglass Hive knelt down to pray, using their most simple and sincere emotions to express their infinite love and gratitude to the emperor in whom they believed and were loyal.

In the subspace, the cold golden sun watched indifferently as the people of Armageddon worshiped him.

"This shouldn't be like this, you should thank yourselves..."

Taiyang's words were mixed with self-blame and hatred.

"But what can..."

A sigh once again expressed the sadness in his heart.

"I hope you can really change everything..."

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"Are you really going to leave?" Domicilon looked at the statue of Alec with the red cloth removed from the high platform of Hades's nest. "Your prestige here is so great that you can do whatever you want. Then he sat on the throne of the governor and managed the entire planet...Listen, I know you are very disappointed with the nobles of von Strab, but why don't you manage it yourself?"

"Don't persuade me, Domixiron..." Yarick stood up from his chair. He was only wearing a simple political commissar coat, and the iconic power claw on his arm was also removed. Come down.

Yaric patted Domicilon's shoulder with his only remaining hand, "War...Politics...I know it may sound like I'm weak by saying this...but maybe I'm not a strong person to begin with. Man, do you know? When I was signing battle orders one by one and attacking the orcs, I could see the faces of those young guys. I was a butcher, sending them to the battlefield where they were destined to die to delay time. ..."

"No! You're not! Think about it, without your command, Hades' nest would have fallen long ago!"

"But after all, I am just a political commissar...the commanding job should be left to people who are more knowledgeable..."

Domicilon was irritated by Yaric's flinching. He grabbed Yaric's coat, lifted him up, stared at him and sprayed his saliva on his face.

"Damn it! You coward! Ryder said you are a tmd hero! You are a tmd hero! I don't care what you are! But at least don't let Ryder down!"

Yarick didn't say much, but calmly watched the angry Domicilon venting his anger.

Domicilon looked at Yaric's face. This was the first time he took a serious look at what this hated political commissar with a poker face looked like.

The thin face exposed his cheekbones, and the highly arched aquiline nose made the pale and wrinkled face even more shriveled. Domicilon looked at the white hair under Yaric's big hat and the hole where the electronic eye was not placed, and then realized that he had lifted Yaric up.

It's so light... without the power claw... he's so light that he can be blown away by a gust of wind...

Yes, Yarrick is old. He had been a political commissar for a long time when he came to Armageddon... Judging from the time he served, he has expired, and it is time to find a peaceful one. The place is waiting for the arrival of its destiny.

His hand loosened, Domicilon looked at Yaric, speechless for a long time.

"Now that you've left... don't come back again. I don't want to see you a second time... You will only remind me of Ryder's shadow..."

The two Eldar don't like each other. One thinks the other person is a lunatic, and the other thinks the other person is an idiot. The Ark Eldar do not like to have children and they also have problems with the education of their heirs.

Mom, those Eldar are enslaving a human monkey!

Don't look at their ashes! I don't want you to be influenced by them... Oh, Ashes no!

asheshae (definitely the name)!

Hit my mom!