Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

If you want to become a knight, you first need to become a knight's attendant. From this step on, it is already difficult, because most knights are nobles, and their attendants are generally children of nobles. This is almost a closed door within the aristocratic class. cycle.

An adult noble becomes a knight, and then leads a young noble to become a squire, and then he circulates within the small circle of nobles, thereby completely throwing out and preventing civilians, peasants, and unscrupulous people from polluting the noble class, and Organizational framework, this often works well.

However, this is not certain. There are still some knights born among civilians, although most of them are not recognized by the mainstream knights. In their eyes, these knights are just country bumpkins riding horses.

The irony is that these civilian knights are often very brave. They come from the bottom, dare to fight and fight, and are not conceited or arrogant at all. This allows them to see many problems clearly, so civilian knights and attendants often only exist for those with discerning eyes. A nobleman who knows pearls, knows clearly, and is worthy of respect.

For example, Kalda serves under the venerable Duke Jean Delacour. He is a respectable knight of the kingdom and a respectable lord.

Kalda was honored to learn to be a knight by his side, and he stayed with the Duke for many years, learning combat skills, calendars, and devout faith in the God-Emperor from his side.

The Duke taught him that as a knight, loyalty is the most important, and their loyalty belongs to the great God-Emperor, to the Lord of the Hall of Glory among the stars, and to the God-Emperor himself on the other side of the Golden Sea and Star Sea.

So when the traitors invited the Duke to join the rebellion and subvert the faith of the God-Emperor in the name of heresy, Duke Draku firmly rejected them and joined the war against the heretics resolutely, with Kalda also following him.

At first everything went well, and the coalition forces between them and the loyalists were victorious, defeating the traitorous Duke and his rebels. However, with the victory, the arrogant nobles among the loyalists began to become arrogant and conceited, and they began to become more arrogant. , stubborn and reckless attacks and assaults, just for the glory.

In the end, these idiots made everyone pay the price. The traitors seized the opportunity and dispersed the loyalist troops through a counterattack. The various knight lords and their troops were divided and surrounded, and suffered heavy losses.

Unfortunately, Kalda was also among these troops who were surrounded and severely wounded. He and Duke Delacour fought bravely together until Duke Delacour was swarmed by those despicable traitors and impaled in an extremely shameful way of pretending to die and assassinating him. Thigh.

Kalda protected the Duke. He put the Duke's hand on his shoulder and helped the Duke retreat to the rear. Along the way, Kalda kept wielding his sword to kill each enemy, killing every heretic who dared to come forward.

He supported the Duke, and the Duke limped forward. They withdrew from the edge of the chaotic battlefield, and withdrew from behind a stone fence into a field already filled with corpses.

Kalda supported the Duke, and they walked on the path outside a mill. There were corpses and arrows stuck in the ground or trees everywhere.

The broken flag of the Loyalists fell to the ground in the mud and sewage. The Duke passed by and cursed as he looked at the knight lying in the cesspool.

"Those idiots! Their arrogance betrayed the Emperor!" The Duke said resentfully, waving his sword to block the long sword of a traitor who came out from behind the fence and was about to launch a sneak attack on them. The Duke waved his knight's sword with one hand and struck out. The sword cut off his arm, and when the traitor fell to his knees wailing, another sword cut his throat.

Blood spurted out from the gap, and his body fell into the cesspool. The blood dyed the black pool red, and the black stream water mixed with the blood, watering the land.

"They will be punished! The God Emperor will not forgive them!" The Duke continued, the mustache on his mouth moving with his words. Kalda helped the Duke advance on the path, his armor and the Duke's They collided with each other, making a clanging sound and being extremely heavy.

He himself was wearing an armor weighing more than ten kilograms, and he had to support the Duke, who was fully armed and weighed several dozen kilograms. This made Kalda very difficult, and he couldn't even say a coherent sentence, so he could only use a stammering tone. to respond to the Duke.

The Duke could see that Kalda was tired. He pressed the child's shoulders and said, "Leave me alone! Kalda, leave by yourself and find a horse! Then you can escape from here and pass the alarm to the Archbishop!"

"No! Your Majesty, I swear to be loyal to you and will not leave!" "We are also loyal to the Emperor at the same time! His loyalty is higher than mine! Leave me, Kalda! Go and serve the Emperor!"

Young Kalda did not have time to respond, because many rebels emerged from the woods beside the trail. Among these rebel farmers, there was even a knight. He was wearing blasphemous black armor and had a sword on his helmet. A purple feather, and its armor decoration is also ridiculously gorgeous.

The exquisite leopard-spotted cloth fell on it. The traitor raised his sword and pointed it at the Duke and his attendants and gave the order, "Kill them! Dedicate their heads to the goddess of pleasure! Dedicate them to the Phantom Queen!"

The crazy farmers rushed up with long knives and spears. Kalda blocked one of their attacks with a long sword, and then stabbed him in the abdomen.

Kalda pulled out his sword and kicked it away. The Duke also blocked the attack and killed a traitor with his backhand. Kalda helped the Duke escape from the gap in the fence and escaped from the path.

He and the Duke ran together on the grassland that had long since lost its vitality. The two of them ran towards the windmill not far away. The traitors chased after them, waving long and short swords and shouting. They pursued them like a group of A wild dog that smells of blood.

Kalda placed the Duke under the wall of the windmill. The Duke growled and endured the pain in his legs as he looked at the traitors, "Karda! Leave! You can't defeat him!"

"No! I swear allegiance to the death!" Kalda shouted, brandishing his knight sword and forging it with the farmer. He knocked the inferior weapon away from the farmer's hand with one sword, then cut off his head, and then immediately fought with the next person.

Kalda kept swinging the knight's sword and fought with the traitors one after another. The armor jingled under the knock of his weapons, but the strong knight's armor protected Kalda and allowed him to continue to kill the enemy.

Obviously, unlike the squire knights who had received years of training, the peasants only had savage strength and were beaten back steadily by Kalda's skills.

More traitors rushed over. They looked at the squire knight a few steps away. The traitors nervously looked at the knight with long and short weapons, and then, encouraged by a bald farmer, they prepared to swarm forward and overwhelm Kalda with their numbers. .

But when they were about to take action, the black-armored knight came up and blocked them with his long sword. The knight turned the long blade and walked towards Kalda, "Let me see how Duke Draku has trained you, country bumpkin."

He challenged provocatively, and Kalda roared and charged forward. He had no way out, he could only fight bravely.

Kalda stepped forward and fought with the traitor knight for a day. The two fought fiercely, but obviously, compared to the real knight Kalda, he was still very inferior, and he was quickly suppressed and attacked.

The black-armored knight kept changing his body, dodging Kalda's attacks. The purple feathers on his helmet kept floating in the wind, and his cloak was dancing like a phantom in front of Kalda.

Kalda was completely unable to hit the vigorous knight. His speed far exceeded Kalda. His dexterity reflected every attack of Kalda, and his attacks against Kalda were more like teasing and playful.

He hit Kalda's helmet hard with the hilt of his sword. The squire knight was knocked to the ground, and the helmet slipped down. The black-armored knight looked at Kalda who fell to the ground and laughed.

"Is this the knight of the false god? The warrior of the Corpse Emperor? Weak and imperfect, join us, join the sect of the Goddess of Joy and the Queen of Phantoms, and you can achieve perfect sublimation."

"Really perfect! Extremely wonderful!" He laughed and said, his martial arts is indeed very outstanding, so outstanding that it can be described as perfect.

"No! Heretic! Traitor!" Kalda cursed and raised his knight's sword and rushed forward, but the black-armored knight immediately blocked his chop and then hit him in the face with a fist.

Draku watched Kalda fall to the ground again, with blood showing from his nose. He lay on the ground and raised his head to see the black-armored knight standing in front of him. He raised his long black robe high. The sword was aimed at Kalda's forehead.

"Last chance, believe in her! Sisters who believe in joy! You can get perfection!" "Fuck you! Traitor! I will never betray!" "Then go to hell!"

Draku braced himself and prepared to stand up, but just when Draku was about to step forward to intervene, a huge shadow fell from the sky, and the giant object hit behind the black-armored knight.

Kalda looked at the giant who slowly stood up in surprise. The man was as tall as a steel mountain. His black carapace did not reflect the slightest bit in the sun. Scarlet light flashed under the helmet decorated with wings. That's a knight.

The black-armored knight turned around and saw the giant. The traitor knight slashed his knight sword at the winged knight, but the giant's sword passed by his eyes almost at lightning speed. The traitor knight's sword broke instantly, and Then there's the Traitor Knight himself.

Kalda looked at the knight holding the electric arc sword. He had never seen a power sword, let alone an Astartes, but he still recognized the identity of the knight at the first sight. He had read it in countless songs and legends. with the image seen in the mural.

"Angel of Death?" He said in surprise. The black giant looked at him. After getting up, three more giants fell down. The bolt gun in the hand of one of the giants immediately began to roar, and the mob instantly turned into pieces under its firepower. end.

The Winged Knight turned around and charged into the enemy formation with his companions holding the knight sword. Kalda and Draku witnessed the massacre with their own eyes. In a very short period of time, the four death angels killed all the traitors in the blink of an eye.

Those traitorous farmers all died in an instant, unable to even cause the slightest damage to the Angel of Death. Before they had time to react, all the traitors were killed quickly.

Draku heard the roar above his head. He raised his head and looked at the slowly falling Thunder Eagle. As the Thunder Eagle fell to the ground, the huge steel thing was completely unlike anything they had ever seen before.

Kalda nervously held the sword and looked at the Thunder Eagle that landed on the ground. The four Death Angels looked at them without saying a word. Two people walked out of the hatch that the Thunder Eagle had already opened, a man and a woman, but they were both wearing black clothes. Battle uniform with a red letter i on the chest

"Who is coming! Tell me your name!" Kalda stammered nervously, but his warning soon came to an abrupt end.

The young attendant raised his head. He was surprised and even horrified to see the scene above his head. Countless bolides were streaking across the sky. It was a heavy rain, a rainstorm made of fire and steel pouring down.

Kalda lowered her head and looked at the two people in front of her. The breathtakingly beautiful lady attracted Kalda's attention. Almost immediately, the silver hair and beautiful purple eyes seemed to suck away the young knight's attention like a whirlpool.

She also looked at her jokingly, with a beautiful smile that could make any man suffocate.

But Draku was more stable and mature than Kalda. He walked up to them and glanced at the four angels of death. They were standing in the distance, and then looked at the man. He knew that he was the commander here.

"Are you the emperor's magic weapon?" Draku asked, and the man smiled jokingly, and stepped on the land of this planet with his silver studded boots.

"You can say that." Vito said. Four giants stood on both sides behind him. Above his head, the emperor's death iron rain was pouring on the earth.