Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

In the dark corridor of the battleship, the light of the flashlight extended with the footsteps. The halo illuminated a piece of vermillion and gray-black armor. Those burly giants fell on top of each other, and the dried blood stains had almost disappeared. There is no trace, only the deep bolter bullet holes in the wall, and the incomplete traces of the chainsword and power claw cutting through the wall, still telling the story of the battle at that time.

As Vito and his team went deeper, more and more traces of the war were exposed before their eyes. Lancelot looked at the broken power armor and the broken bones on the ground.

The tall giant walked forward with heavy steps. His helmet turned and swept the lighting across the corpses. Every warrior died in a fight. Although the number of heroic Raven Guards was far less than that of the traitors, However, through flexible combat deployment and unpredictable infiltration attacks, the invaders suffered heavy losses.

The vermilion armor that fell to the ground, and the obvious redundant gray and black armor, most of them were pierced and torn to pieces by the power claws, and a Raven Guard could be killed only after paying a heavy price.

Lancelot looked at the markings on the scarlet armor. Those markings were strange to him. He vaguely remembered that he might have seen them somewhere, but he couldn't name them well.

"Are these people the Black Legion? I vaguely remember seeing it among the traitors." Lancelot said, the footsteps of the power armor came one after another behind Vito, and the judge's flashlight shone on a red armor who fell to the ground. traitor.

The man's chest was pierced by a bomb, and the entire armor was torn and dented inwards. Vito walked past the body and bypassed the defensive positions arranged in the corridor.

Sandbags, bulletproof steel plates, and broken steel frames were dumped everywhere, and Vito walked around the wreckage one by one.

"No, it's the Word Bearers." Vito said, while Lancelot was slightly confused. He looked at the numerous corpses of the Word Bearers around him. "I have never seen so many Word Bearers moving together, Vito." ,never."

Yes, there are not many Word Bearers today, or their number is not large, and most of them are hiding under the protection of the evil gods in the subspace. Most of the Word Bearers who appear everywhere in the physical universe have joined. Join the Black Legion and threaten the Empire as Chaos Priests and Warlocks.

There are very few warbands composed purely of Word Bearers, but the number of Word Bearers here is obviously quite large, and their number may even be more than one warband.

Vito looked at the Raven Guard warriors around him. He looked at the ancient models of power armor in silence. Lilith followed behind him and looked around with her hands behind her back. It seemed that there was no one like Vito and Lancelot. Feeling of heaviness.

"These armor models are very old, Inquisitor. I have only seen them in the Chapter's Halls of Glory, but I can conclude that these armors come from the era of the Great Crusade."

Lancelot looked at the ancient armor, the ancient power armor inherited from thousands of years ago. It must be said that the quality of the armor at that time was very high, and the environment inside the ship was basically in a dry state. The state of preservation of these armors was... Not bad.

Although most of them are completely unusable due to battle damage, after walking for such a long time, Lancelot can conclude that the preservation of this battleship may be pretty good, although considering that it crashed, many of its parts may be It can no longer be repaired or disposed of, but there is still value in being excavated, dismantling the usable parts and installing them on the Infinite Frontier.

As they went deeper, Lancelot's conjecture was gradually confirmed. Although most of the hull parts were damaged to varying degrees, the reactor and large transmission shaft were still intact, at least to the extent that they could be repaired and used.

Although most of the equipment tested inside the ship was covered with dust and suffered damage in the street battles of the Space Marines, most of them were only instrument losses, and the core components underneath were probably still functioning.

With just a little awakening, the machine soul here can be revived, and Lancelot is sure that the people of the Mechanicus will probably be very excited and happy. After all, this is an ancient battleship from the Great Expedition era, and there may be some in it. Technology is what is missing and forgotten in the empire today.

But Lancelot still couldn't understand the Mechanicus' obsession with this and their madness after excavating similar equipment. To Lancelot, these things were just tools.

"This ship should be in pretty good condition. We may be able to dig it out and add some of its parts to our ship, although I'm not sure whether the warships from the Great Expedition era can be adapted to our ship."

"I believe Omega will take care of it. When we get back, we will give them the coordinates and then dig it out." Vito said silently. He looked at the armor around him and the eyes of the Raven Guard armor gradually became clear. Wake up.

He recognized the suits of armor they belonged to, veterans of the First Company, members of the Primarch's guard.

Vitor passed through a heavy-casual defense line, littered with the bodies of the Word Bearers, where the Raven Guard's battle was at its most intense.

The defense barricade was covered with single holes and cutting marks. Soldiers in vermilion armor and gray and black armor were entangled and fell together. A gap was made in the broken defense line, and it was through this gap that Vito was able to pass.

He reached out to help Lilith jump off the Word Bearer's body, while Lancelot walked around and pushed several corpses aside to open the passage.

They passed through the fierce defense line and came to the door. It was a room at the end of a long staircase behind the defense line. The door was closed tightly, and there was a decoration hanging on the door. There was some kind of totem made of crow feathers and metal rings.

Vito stood in front of the door and looked at the thing. Lancelot also walked up to look at it. The Inquisitor took a deep breath and pointed to the end of the stairs, "If I remember correctly, according to the Inquisition's database map , then it’s the command bridge of the ship. Go and take a look. Maybe you can activate the backup circuit and at least activate a few displays to see the situation of the ship. "

"Lily, go up with him. If necessary, you can help the little lion look at those things, if you can." Vito said. Lilith nodded slightly, turned around and patted Lancelot's leg armor to signal him. Keep up.

Lancelot looked at Vito, "Aren't you coming together?" "No, I'm going to take a look inside. There may be something valuable. You and Lily go up, I'll be back in a moment."

Vito said coldly. Lancelot was not saying anything. He knew that Vito did not like to explain at this time and would not explain. He had followed Vito for many years and understood his habits and some of his thoughts.

If it were other people in his own group, they might suspect that Vito was hiding something or plotting something, but Lancelot believed in him, and even if he had doubts, he would believe Vito.

"Come here! Light up the light for me!" Lilith shouted in the middle of the stairs, and Lancelot immediately walked over and walked up the stairs wearing his own helmet lantern.

Vito took a deep breath after confirming that Lancelot had left. He raised his fingers and pushed gently inward. The huge psychic power instantly penetrated the iron door, and the door tilted inward to open the passage.

Vito walked in with a flashlight. He snapped his fingers, and golden lightning was injected into the wall beside him as his fingertips beat. In an instant, the entire room lit up. The lighting equipment that had been silent for many years was illuminated by psychic lightning. Resurrected with recharge.

He turned off the flashlight and walked to the huge desk in the dim light. The desk was very large, far larger than the size of an average Space Marine.

This room is very simple, so simple that it is a bit too simple. There is only a desk, a chair and a bed. There is nothing else, no additional decorations, and no additional daily necessities.

Its user must be simple, simple and pragmatic, although he may be outstanding in ideological cultivation.

Vito looked at the books placed on the bookshelf. The size of the books had been enlarged according to the user, but the titles on them had not changed in any particular way.

"The Complete Poems of Kant"

Vito smiled, held his forehead helplessly and sighed, "Kovaz, your taste is as profound as ever."

As he spoke, Vito waved his fingers slightly, and the book flew off the bookshelf and landed in front of Vito. He skillfully opened the huge book page and used his psychic power to quickly turn it to page 47, which was just like his impression. , a letter was placed there, the size of which was normal human size.

Vito stepped on the page and picked up the letter. He sighed and sat on the ground beside the bookshelf. He sat on the floor and looked at the wax seal on the letter, as well as the familiar calligraphy style and poetic signature technique. It can be called soaring, but it does not lose its beauty.

He had always been a literary young man back then. Although he was usually withdrawn and silent, or silent as a stone, Vito knew that his literary quality was no lower than Guilliman's, even though his favorite style was the same, very melancholy.

Vito opened the envelope and took out the letter that had been dusted for thousands of years. He looked at the yellowed parchment letter and had to say that this might be the reason why the Ministry of Government liked parchment. Even if After all this time, the parchment still ensured that its contents were clearly visible.

"To my dearest friend Vito, I know that the one who will find this letter will be you, my friend, and I know very well that you alone of all people will come to look for my footsteps, or maybe By chance, but, my dear friend, please believe that I trust and miss you.”

Vito looked at the lines of handwriting. It was hard for him to write such a small letter and write it so beautifully.

"As you know, I left, I left quietly alone, crossing the ocean like a lonely raven. I'm sorry that I didn't say goodbye to you.

"I am ashamed of my warriors. As their father, I failed to protect them. I am ashamed to face them. I am also ashamed of the emperor and my people. Therefore, I left and went to the shadows. , use my last life to complete the final redemption.”

"And my guard captain, he knows me as well as ever. He caught up with me with his small group of soldiers. I told them my road to salvation. They stubbornly chose to sail with me. I have no right to refuse. They, when I kill their brother, I no longer have the right to refuse them."

"And my friend, here I can finally tell you, my shadow brother, the purpose of my coming here is to hunt down the traitors and make them pay the price. What I am hunting is all the chaos. origin."

"I know, you once told me that it was not his fault, but brothers kill each other, brothers kill each other, destiny and duty, he must pay the price, even though we were brothers."

"Logar." Vito sighed and pressed his head. He closed his eyes and sighed sadly. He sat on the ground, sitting on the cold ground.

He raised his eyes and continued to read the lines of letters.

"The members of my guard still follow me. I feel ashamed of my friends. They prepared with me to enter the Eye of Terror, but in the process we were attacked by the Word Bearers. They gave their lives to win my escape. Opportunity, once again, I feel sorry for my children. I must leave alone and let them sleep with the enemy in the darkness. "

"They are dying as I write this, so please forgive me for not being able to say more, my friend."

"I will never forget the beautiful memories we had in the past, my best friends, and I will never forget my brothers. I will never forget the days when we drank wine together, discussed and imagined the stars all night long, and I will never forget the friendship between you and me. , until the stars burn out and time reaches the end.”

"Here, I will go to the deepest darkness, the darkness that will never return, and let the traitors join me in the dark night and usher in eternal sleep."

"This is my farewell to my truest friend."

Vito put down the letter. He sat alone in the cold room, alone on the cold ground. In that deep and cold room, the lights went out again, and the last energy was finally exhausted. And darkness enveloped everything again.

"I go here to say goodbye forever, my friend, my most precious friend. It was in the dark night that we met for the first time, and it was also in the dark night that we said goodbye again."