Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Dazzling electric sparks spurted out along with the work of the cutting gun. Lancelot walked between the busy servitors with his sword on his shoulder. The burly black-armored giant took long strides and walked from the boarding deck of the crashed battleship. However, this place has been cleared out. With the assistance of efficient servitors and mechanical priests, it has been cleaned and dismantled first.

Nowadays, this place exists as a transportation base. A large number of still usable parts of the ship have been disassembled, grouped and transported here, and then transported by heavy transport aircraft on the deck to the Infinite Frontier hovering in the orbit of the planet.

Self-loading vehicles are driving back and forth, almost all of them are controlled by the Mechanicum's wetware. Those unmanned vehicles that are advanced by today's standards and completely incomprehensible to the locals are operating in an orderly manner. .

Lancelot looked at the unmanned transport vehicles entering and exiting in an orderly manner under the huge arch leading to the depths of the ship. The orderliness was amazing. There were no traffic lights or any commanders, but They do their work with astonishing efficiency.

A whole group of servitors walked up from the rear landing deck of the battleship. The soulless servitors formed a square formation like a military parade and entered the ship.

The huge servitor team passed by Lancelot, and the Caliban knight stopped to look at them. The servitor queue stopped neatly at the end of the deck hall, and a servo skull flew over from nowhere. The mechanical head passed by Lancelot's ear like a fired bullet.

The servo skull hovered in front of the army of servitors, and a mechanical voice sounded from its speaker, "Disassembly Team 1, go to the fire control deck to disassemble all available pipelines, panels and indicator components." "Receive the order."

A whole line of servitors separated, and they formed a new team and started setting off.

"Disassembly Team 3, go to the propulsion platform, dismantle the disassembly sub-thruster array, and wait for transportation." "Accept the order."

Another group of servitors left, and as the servo skulls relayed instructions one after another, the entire huge army of servitors was divided into several parts and began to advance.

Lancelot watched the servitors enter the interior of the ship. It must not take long for the inspection, disassembly and transportation work to be completed.

Everything here is directly under the responsibility of the Mechanicus. According to the machine guys, such a sacred ancient creation of the God of Machines cannot be touched by idlers. Only those who have converted and been blessed by the God of Machines and the original power can board it. here.

Therefore, the Adeptus Mechanicus prohibited anyone from boarding the ship. They only brought a large number of servitors on board and began to inspect, scan and organize the data. They only extracted data from the Great Expedition era, weapon blueprints and data from the main control computer. The navigation chart took a full day.

But fortunately, Cole then directly ordered these idiots not to do anything but hang up the incense burner first, and then kowtow to the machine and sing hymns. How about he let Ragnar go in and exchange Fenris culture with them, the work efficiency of the Mechanicus is indeed Greatly improved.

But they still stubbornly refused to allow anyone to board the ship. Of course, the Space Marines were excluded. After all, no matter how crazy they were, they did not dare to be crazy about the Space Marines, so Lancelot and his brothers were also on the ship.

Just as the Adeptus Mechanicus firmly believed that only they could dismantle this ancient battleship, the Space Marines also came here with a job that only they and they must complete.

Lancelot strode out of the battleship and walked down the landing deck. A large number of Mechanicus' servitors, mechanical equipment and heavy-duty equipment passed by him one by one.

He walked off the deck, then turned straight into the forest. Lancelot walked in the silent forest, and the burly giant walked through the forest like a huge beast.

Soon, the roar of machinery and the pungent smell of diesel and lubricating oil disappeared in the distance, replaced by the fresh smell of the forest, the aroma of earth, birds singing on the branches, and the breeze blowing from the woods. passed, bringing with it a rustling sound in the bushes and tree crowns.

The sunlight shines down from above the tree canopy, and the tall trees grow together. The sunlight is cut into countless tiny spots of light that shine on the ground, but the bright forest is also lit up by the warm light.

Lancelot stood in the forest, looking at the dots of sunlight above his head. Knight Caliban took off his helmet and looked up at the sky. The fragments of sunlight shone on his face, and his slightly pale face was warmed by the warmth. The sunlight illuminated it, and it suddenly became so friendly and bloody.

Lancelot opened his eyes. Those blue eyes reflected the sunlight, and the dots of light turned into starlight on his pupils. Lancelot took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

This place really made him miss home. He still remembered how it was like this when he was a child, playing in the woods, swimming by the lake, skiing on high mountains, and riding horses across endless grasslands.

Mountains, lakes, forests and charming towns, all the memories resurfaced in this forest. He didn't know if he would have a chance to return to his hometown, but things must have changed.

The Space Marines are doomed from the moment they join the battle group, board the starship and sail towards the stars. They will not rest in peace in their hometown, but will die fighting for the Emperor among the stars.

They will never see their hometown again in their lifetime. After they leave, the partners, friends and relatives they once knew will all leave in just a few hundred years. Mortal life is short and fleeting, but Space Marines They would fight for the Emperor for hundreds of years, until he summoned them to the Golden Throne.

So Lancelot didn't know if he wanted to go home. Many Space Marines were like this. They didn't know that when they returned to their hometown, they found that everything was different and that they were standing on that land like a stranger. How will you react.

Therefore, many warriors, especially veterans, are like Lancelot. They place everything on the Chapter. It is not without reason that Space Marines have an indescribable sense of belonging to the Chapter. In addition to the role of gene seeds, more Because this is their only home, the only place they can call home.

It would be painful for an Astartes to die far away from the battle group, but if the place of death itself is beautiful, it may be able to make up for this regret to a certain extent.

Lancelot continued to move forward. He walked through the woods. The tall giant passed through the beautiful forest and came to a cemetery in the depths. At least it was used as a cemetery.

There are countless grave mounds in a forest clearing. They are piled up one by one with bricks and stones. Weapons are inserted on the grave mounds, and a war helmet is buckled on the top.

The sun shines between the tombstones, long shadows extend in the cemetery, the silent forest surrounds the surroundings, and the crisp songs of the birds are like an eternal lullaby, soothing these warriors who sleep forever.

Ragnar wielded his shovel to dig a new grave. The son of Fenris was sweating like rain. He shoveled a large pile of dirt and splashed it outside. He dug the grave of the Space Marine. He also dug all the graves here. .

It was tiring, but Ragnar didn't complain at all. It was a great honor and honor to bury his brother.

Bell knelt down next to a Raven Guard warrior. He cleaned the dusty armor. The high-pressure water gun washed over the surface of the armor, washing away all the stains, so that they could be buried clean and dignified.

Olaf stood aside holding a censer, and he recited a requiem in Gothic. The melodious hymn seemed so sacred, sweet and melodious under the songs of the birds.

Lancelot walked up. He threw his sword and weapons and equipment on the edge of the cemetery, where they were thrown together with the weapons and equipment of the other three people. He strode forward, grabbed the shovel and jumped into the pit.

They dug the cemetery and piled the soil bit by bit on both sides. The sun shone warmly above their heads, warming the collective cemetery of the Crow Guards.

Their flag was flying on the stone hill in the center of the cemetery. Olaf and Ragnar specially built a shed to shield it from the wind and rain, so that the flag could fly forever, among these warriors forever. , that is a silent narrative of the glory of their lives.

The sun gradually moved to the west, and they also dug the cemetery. Ragnar and Lancelot climbed out of the tomb. They helped Bell solemnly put the Raven Guard warriors into the tomb. These tall giants moved so slowly and Solemnly, little by little, they placed their brother into his final resting place.

The Raven Guard warrior put his hands on his chest, stroking the imperial symbol on his chest. Shovelfuls of soil began to be sprinkled into the cemetery. Ragnar and Lancelot raised the shovels to bury it bit by bit.

Bell and Olaf stood aside and looked down at their brothers. Bell made the Aquila salute on his chest, "Rest in peace, glorious son of the Raven."

"May the Emperor guide your path. Ten thousand years later, you will eventually go to the glorious palace he has prepared for you, where you will gather with all your brothers." Olaf said silently, and he looked at the Raven Guard. Covered little by little with soil, I witnessed with my own eyes the final destination of my brother.

Olaf turned around and inserted a tombstone that had been prepared for him in the cemetery. Like all the tombstones here, the tombstone had no name or military rank, but only a raven and a line of inscriptions.

"Here lies the Raven's Son, the proud son of the Emperor and Korakz."

Ragnar inserted a chain sword behind the tombstone. Lancelot took a step forward after Ragnar retreated. He solemnly placed the helmet on the hilt of the sword. He straightened the helmet and let It can look straight ahead proudly.

Several living giants bowed their heads in salute around the cemetery. After a moment, Lancelot raised his hand again and looked at the surrounding cemetery. The entire land and dozens of brothers were buried. They will be here, in this beautiful forest. and true rest in heaven.

Instead of becoming a holy place, locals would worship here for hundreds of generations, priests would come here to visit graves, bring their young monks to worship here, sweep leaves, dust and tend the cemetery.

People will come here to pay tribute to the angels and remember them forever. Knights will swear an oath to become official knights here. Under the witness of the angels, they will be more loyal to the emperor.

Hundreds of generations will continue to look after this place, and perhaps a family with outstanding bloodline will look after this place. This must be the most glorious mission, guarding the resting place of the angels. This will be their eternal glory, and also Eternal responsibility.

"Have all the brothers rested in peace?" Lancelot asked softly. Bell nodded slightly and looked around the peaceful cemetery, "Yes, all the brothers have rested in peace. They will sleep here, not in the dark." underground."

"This is a great place. I want to die here." Ragnar said with a smile. He raised his head and looked up at the warm sun. The breeze blew across their faces and the tree crowns rustled.

Olaf nodded slightly and paid tribute to the tombstones one by one. The old wolf had more mourning in his eyes than the young warriors. He knew that he might be able to rest somewhere before them.

He didn't really care about his resting place, and he believed that the same was true for these warriors. They fulfilled their inner desires and died gloriously for the Emperor and the Gene Father. This is the greatest impact on a warrior. For sure.

However, it is not bad here. It is indeed good to sleep in a paradise with birds singing and flowers fragrant.

"Where is the judge? Where has he gone?" Olaf asked, while Lancelot shook his head slightly, "I don't know. He was in a bad mood after he came out and left without saying anything."

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Vito was indeed gone, but not far.

On the mountain far away from the cemetery, on the mountainside opposite the beautiful lake, Vito sat there. He looked at the cemetery and the resting warriors.

He said a silent farewell, holding the letter in his hand.

That letter from an old friend, a silent farewell letter.

He sat on the mountain, and the breeze lifted the hair on his head. He sat alone, maybe even when he was resting.