Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

The ruins of the city fell around like fallen trees. The last time Vito came here, he saw solemn temples, magnificent halls and gorgeous spiers. The streets were also full of sculptures and sacred carved stone walls.

People come and go on the bustling streets, hymns and hymns are everywhere, and believers write scriptures and perform worship activities devoutly day and night. The whole city is solemn and full of vitality.

But now, there is only a desolate scene left here, and all that remains are the ruins of the post-apocalyptic world.

Here, Vito recalled something, some ancient memories. He remembered the city that was destroyed by civil war in the Age of Strife, the snow-stormed streets and deserted squares after the global nuclear exchange.

It was snowing here too. Vito raised one of his hands, and dark snowflakes fell on his hand. Of course, it was not blood but ashes, the ashes of the city.

The bombing from the orbiting Ultramarine fleet destroyed this place. The Empire's orbital bombing was as efficient and accurate as ever, which is extremely ironic, because the formulation, popularization and doctrine of orbital bombing tactics were all controlled by Vito.

At first, Vito designated the orbital bombing plan only to destroy those completely militarized satellites, fortress cities, and bunker groups. These places often required the legions to spend huge costs and time to capture, so Vito designed orbital bombing tactics to This effectively destroys these military targets.

But now, he walked among the ruins of the perfect city, among the destruction brought about by the military doctrine he himself wrote, his silver iron boots stepping on ashes and broken glass.

Vito looked at the dead ruins around him. There were still many blackened bones lying on the street. The bones had almost completely turned into charcoal and were covered with a thick layer of black ash.

For a moment, Vito looked at the corpses and thought that he had killed them. The fleet in orbit, their weapons, the military command structure, the fleet and legion assignments, and the tactical combat doctrine were all designed by Vito himself, although each of them was designed by Vito himself. The Primarchs all carried out stylized reorganizations of their own legions, but the Imperial Navy and the Imperial Army under their command barely moved.

People always say that Vito is the founder of the Imperial Army, the Emperor created the body and spirit of the Empire, Malcador created its brain nerves, and Vito created his fists and muscles.

But now, Vito has a deep sense of guilt. He thinks that he needs to be responsible for the deaths of these people. Many times he regrets joining the old bastard's expedition, especially now.

He walked forward along the deserted streets, and the scene of the doomsday was vivid in his mind. Even the sky was so gray and lifeless, with black snow flying in the sky, and the streets were full of broken walls.

The tall collapsed building hit another building above him, and the ruins of the apocalypse were built together, one after another, like a jungle of destruction and death.

He walked on this dark street filled with only destruction and death. The empty skeletons around him seemed to be looking at him, silently saying something.

Vito began to be afraid of facing Lorgar. He was afraid of seeing him because he didn't know what to say at all. He knew the feeling of having a place he cherished destroyed, and he also knew the self-blame he felt when he knew that the destruction came from himself.

So he didn't know what he could say to Luojia. He didn't know how to face him or comfort him.

But he still walked over. No matter how scared or confused he was, Lorgar was his friend after all, and Vito would not leave his friends behind, no matter what happened.

He walked along the street to the square. He walked out from among the ruins. An arcade of ruins was built above the fallen tall buildings. He walked to the square and looked at the Word Bearers kneeling on the ground.

A large number of soldiers knelt in the square, one after another. The once glorious, immortal and sacred legion was now dim, only sadness and pain enveloped everything.

They lowered their heads, crying and talking to themselves one after another. They were all in a bad state, and the most serious injuries often did not come from physical, but mental torture.

Vito walked between these giants wearing vermilion armor. He kept walking around among them, and walked step by step towards the giant in the front row.

He stood next to Luojia and looked at the Great Temple in front of the square. The central building of the city was riddled with holes. The magnificent hall was now barely supported by the support structure built by the huge body, just like a person collapsed on the ground. Giants.

"Logar. I. I'm sorry." Vito leaned down and said sadly. He looked at Lorgar's face of self-doubt, resentment and pain. For a moment, that kind of sadness came to his heart, making Vito Completely mute.

"I just want to help him, I want people to recognize our cause, recognize him, I have been dedicated to him for two centuries, to his empire and career, what did I do wrong."

Lorgar lowered his head and said sadly, his arms hanging on the ground and recounting in pain, "He said that I betrayed our cause. How did I betray it? Everything I did was for him. My legion and My people loved him, but he responded to our love with destruction."

"I don't know, Vito, what did I do wrong, she, what did they do wrong." Luojia said, Vito stepped forward and hugged his head, "No, you didn't do anything wrong, Everything is wrong.”

"Then why did he do this? Why did he kill them and destroy this place? What did these innocent people do wrong? They just praised him and supported him."

"You did nothing wrong, kid. You are one of the kindest and most merciful among all your brothers. Vulcan, Sanguinius, Khan and Horus all want them to recognize you. You did nothing wrong."

"Then whose fault is this? Vito, whose fault is it?" Lorgar's question made Vito unable to answer. He wanted to say that it was the old bastard's, but he didn't say it. The words choked, as if subconsciously.

He didn't know that although he hated that bastard, he didn't want to slander him, not at all.

Lorgar sighed deeply and closed his eyes. "Let's go, Vito, let's go, let me stay here alone." "Lorgar." "Let's go, my friend, leave." He didn't say anything, just hugged Lorgar's neck, then gradually let go and knelt in front of Lorgar, "No matter what happens in the future, Lorgar, I will support you." After that, Vito got up and walked away. He walked to the ruins and looked at Lorgar. Sad tears flowed down his face and fell silently on the ground. Vito walked into the darkness of the ruins. Among the legion, among all the people kneeling in the square, there was one who didn't really feel sad, but a kind of joy. The chief priest of the legion, Erebas, showed a malicious smile at the corner of his mouth. Vito didn't know, they didn't know at this moment, what the destruction of the perfect city meant. Vito never wanted to know, but the cruel reality would always find him, just like before, again and again.