Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Kalda followed Duke Dracula on horseback. He and a group of knights followed behind their lord. The servants followed the adults with their spears held high, and flags with various patterns flying on the spears.

This eye-catching team came from far away from the river. They rode up and down with the horses, and the dull sound of horse hooves echoed on the ground, especially after they stepped onto the bridge of Tecksburg. Ringed.

The crisp sound of horseshoes echoed in Kalda's ears. He held the flag in one hand and followed Duke Dracula. The knights followed and ran across the bridge. The horseshoes clicked on the stone pavement of the bridge. Dense echoes as they passed among the broken, toppled ruins of the City Gate Bridge.

Kalda looked at the ruins around him. He couldn't believe that they destroyed the city gate in an instant. He still remembered watching the Lightning fighter planes on the hill fly over the river and destroy the city gate with a missile they couldn't understand. .

Everything about these extraterrestrial visitors is difficult for them to understand. Not only the squire knights, but even the lords seem to have difficulty understanding it. Only the knowledgeable Lord Draku knows a little bit.

He was the one who knew the Empire, the Emperor, and the Angels of the Empire best among these people, so he led everyone across the bridge. They crossed the wide bridge to the entrance of the fortress at the end.

The city gate here was opened, the internal gate was lifted up, and the wooden fence gate was broken into broken pieces and fell to the ground. Kalda looked at the heavenly soldiers outside the city gate, who were standing with guns or guns on their backs. Chatting under the city gate, there seemed to be no sense of vigilance at all.

The equipment of these people was also difficult for Kalda to understand. He didn't know why the armor on them was so scarce. They only had a set of breastplates, leggings and helmets.

But perhaps their weapons can make up for this shortcoming. The firearms in their hands can instantly penetrate the knight's armor, and the power of the grenades they carry far exceeds the ultimate power of local explosives.

The knights passed by the heavenly soldiers. They rode past a Chimera armored vehicle. The knights passed under the huge bridge hole and entered the inside of the castle.

Draku took the reins and asked the horse to stop. He sat on the horse and looked around the scene in the city.

There were corpses everywhere. The corpses of the rebels fell in pieces everywhere. The Marines were carrying the corpses and stacking them in the same place. But obviously so many corpses brought a huge workload, so the corpses now Across the fields, there was only a small mountain of corpses outside the stables.

They piled the corpses onto the corpse mountain, and soldiers holding flamethrowers walked up and lit the corpses. The high-temperature fire sprayed on the corpses and instantly caused the mountain of corpses to burn.

The horses were frightened by the sudden appearance of the fire. They neighed as they stamped their hooves on the spot, but they soon calmed down under the comfort of the knights.

Draku dismounted and stepped on the gravel road covered with dried blood. The heavy armor trembled as it landed. The lords also dismounted and straightened their armor.

Draku nodded to Kalda, and the attendant understood the situation and rode to the other stable with the other attendants, where they would wait for their lord.

Draku and the other lords walked towards the main entrance of the fortress with his sword in hand. Outside the gate, Lancelot was standing there waiting for them. The burly black-armored giant looked at the knight lords approaching.

When they arrived in front of Lancelot, they immediately knelt down and saluted. The knight in the feathered helmet nodded slightly, and Draku stood up and looked up at the angel of death in front of him.

He raised his finger and pointed at the entrance of the fortress, "The Inquisitor is waiting for you, don't let him wait too long."

Draku nodded immediately, and then led the lords into the fortress. Lancelot looked down at Draku who passed by, and then looked at each lord who passed by, observing them, watching their reactions and action.

He watched them pass by one by one and watched them enter the fortress. After a moment of reflection, Lancelot turned on the communicator, "Vito, I have someone chosen."

Draku led the lords to walk in the corridor of the fortress. There were black bloodstains everywhere. Although the corpses had long been emptied, the previous tragic battles were still vivid in their minds.

The lords walked across the sticky ground, and many of them made disgusting curses, but Draku walked forward in silence, with his head held high, and he walked in the corridor with his sword in his hand.

The burning torch illuminated the outline of his face as he walked past statues and corners, his cloak floating behind him with his footsteps.

He knew where to go without guidance, he knew it very well, so he led everyone to the Lord's Hall of Tex Fortress, where the throne of the director once stood.

They walked into the hall, and Draku was the first one to walk in. He stood in the hard hall made of hard stone, which was still decorated with many blasphemies of pagans and cults.

Their flags, signs and carpets were laid here. Although they also gave this cold and cold hall some life, for Draku, this was an act of sacrilege. The existence of these things is not beauty, but It is a blasphemy against the Emperor's faith.

He raised his head and looked at Vito, who was sitting on the throne. He was sitting on it like a king, while the female judge was sitting on the wide armrest of the throne, like a queen. She leaned on the back of the throne and crossed her legs. He looked at the lords jokingly.

Of course she has returned to her normal self. You can't let a succubus receive the lords, right? What? Do you think it's good? Then I recommend talking to the political commissar about this issue. He will kindly tell you the consistent principles of the empire and practice it for you.

Three death angels stood around the throne. They wore helmets and stared coldly at the visitor. They did not say a word, but their presence created a sense of oppression that was almost fearful.

Draku stepped forward after it was clear that all the lords had expired. He walked to the throne and knelt on the ground. The lords also stepped forward and knelt down to salute Vito and Lilith one by one.

Vito smiled and raised his hand slightly, "Okay, I'm not the emperor himself, so get up." As he said that, Vito threw a head in front of them.

The head rolled down from the front of the throne and fell to the ground. Draku looked at the head. It was the head of Duke Mushilon. The man's expression before death was extremely painful and collapsed. Perhaps it was because he was defeated and led by the emperor's messenger. Come with frustration?

"The traitor is dead, and the Emperor's light will shine on this land again." Vito said, and Dracula also stood up and nodded affirmatively, "I agree, sir, we will ensure that the Emperor's light will always shine on this land. , let darkness and betrayal be driven away forever."

"I have ordered and instructed the subordinate lords to lead the army to attack. They will defeat the remaining rebels. It won't take long, sir, and all the guilty people will be punished."

Vito sat on the throne and leaned on it. After taking a deep breath, he stood up and held the chain sword with one hand. "But the Emperor needs a guardian, one who represents his will to defend the dark frontier and spread the truth to the utmost." Messenger of Dark Corners.”

The lords raised their heads and looked at Vito, and the Inquisitor turned to look at a cult flag. He shot and broke the rope of the flag. The flag fell to the ground, and the huge flags overlapped on the ground, making a sound as the Roman pole fell to the ground. A dull crashing sound.

"The Emperor needs a guardian who is not only a defender of the faith, but also a defender of the people of the planet. He needs to fight against the demons and monsters in the star sea."

"And I, the Emperor's personally chosen judge, Vito Constantine, will select in the name of the Emperor a Governor of Casson Star personally appointed by the Emperor, or in your words, the Supreme Lord."

The lords looked at each other, but Draku was still looking at Vito. He bowed his head and thanked humbly, "Praise the Emperor's Light, as he wishes, and we do need such a representative."

Vito looked at the lords, scanning their faces one by one, as majestic as the emperor himself, "This person needs to be loyal, brave and resourceful, humble and good at using others."

"I have been observing for a long time, and the death angels under me also share the same opinion with me, and I will announce it here."

Vito said and took out a ring from his arms, a skull with the symbols of the Imperial Sky Eagle and the Holy Skull, and a small letter I of the Inquisition on it.

He stepped off the throne and walked towards Draku step by step, "We all believe that you, Duke Draku, are the most qualified to take on this important task. Here, I, Inquisitor Vito Constantine and Inquisitor Lilith, In the presence of the Emperor, you are granted this important task in his name."

Some lords seemed to have objections, but suddenly Lancelot also walked into the throne room. He suddenly appeared behind the lords. The black-armored giant looked down at them, and then walked to join his brothers.

No one dares to have an opinion anymore, no one does.

Lilith also took the seat, with a piece of the Inquisitor's signature rosary hanging on her waist. She walked to the throne and looked at the lords below with her sword in hand, together with the four angels of death.

Draku took off his iron glove and put it under his armpit. He formally reached out and took the ring. He looked at the ring in his hand and stared at the ring that symbolized responsibility, dignity and mission.

Vito watched Draku put it on his finger solemnly. He raised his head and looked at Vito and nodded respectfully, "In the name of the Emperor, my family, my descendants, and I will be honored by the Emperor." Light burns life to illuminate the darkness.”

Vito smiled with satisfaction and pressed Dracula's shoulders, who also looked at the emperor's envoy in front of him.

"Then, Lord Governor, now it is your turn to do your first thing for the Emperor."