Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Everything here felt familiar to Celestine, as if he had been involved in such a battle between Space Marines many years ago during the Great Rebellion.

She knew these were other people's memories, memories that other people lived in their own minds.

Ever since the Emperor asked him not only to serve as a herald and messenger, but also to search for the souls of those brave and loyal warriors, and bring them to the golden sun to be reforged by the Emperor and join the Legion of the Cursed, his memory has been Confusion began.

Of course, it's not because that guy makes himself available year-round, working overtime at high intensity every day, like saving lives here and manifesting ghosts there, but because of the uniqueness of this mission.

The Emperor allowed himself to guide the souls of those warriors. In order to select the best warriors, not only physically strong, but also pure and reliable in spirit and mind, warriors who could resist the temptation of Chaos, the Emperor gave himself A unique skill, an ability that even Sanguinor and other living saints do not have.

Reading their memories and past allows Celestine to judge their abilities from their memories, experiences and emotions, and whether they are worthy of trust and entrusted with the mission. In many cases, the Emperor will let her choose the living saint in this way. The candidate, in short, that guy likes to work overtime.

Many memories, those of space warriors and those of mortals, are mixed together. People rely on memory to determine who they are, their names, origins and belongings. If they lose their memories, they lose themselves.

This is also true for Celestine. There are so many memories that Celestine can’t figure out which ones are his own and which ones are not his. Many times, Celestine can’t even figure out what he is. who is it.

Every time at this time, her memory of being with Vito was as bright as a beacon. The impression of the never-serious old bastard was deeply rooted in her mind like an anchor that would never disappear. Whenever she thought of him, Celestine can recall the past and let him remember who he is.

The little angel laughed, and the old man's face appeared in her mind again, "Old scumbag."

As she spoke, she swung a firm and decisive sword, and chopped a vampire to pieces with her sword and axe. She stood on the steel wreckage above the battlefield and looked around.

The fire swirled with the flying blade. Celestine held the flaming sword and played the dance of death on the barren land of Cadia. The angel's holy wings made her body like a golden phantom, and her speed was dazzling.

The cherub was like a sharp blade wielded by the Emperor himself. The flaming sword kept slicing through the Chaos Heretics. Daemons, traitor warriors and their dark allies fell one by one under the blade. Holy fire rose like a whirlwind of fire. , burn all filthy things.

The fiery warriors of the Cursed Legion fought fiercely with the traitors. These incarnations of the Emperor's wrath fought with the Black Legion and the traitors of the Chaos Space Marines. Bolter gunfire echoed everywhere, and blades burning with the fire of vengeance were fighting. Flashes continued across the battlefield, bringing the wrath of the Emperor himself upon these age-old traitors.

Around them, the Black Templars and Imperial Fists warriors fought side by side with the Legion of the Curse. Just as they had for thousands of years, Cadia was now transformed into a battle between supermen, demigods between Space Marines and Space Marines. The war leaves no room for mortal intervention.

Therefore, Lord Creed did not choose to intervene. Instead, he led the battle nuns and Cadian warriors to assist them. The mortal warriors fought against the mortal traitors and the chaos demons in a series of bloody battles, with bayonets red and laser volleys fired. , tanks galloped across the ground, and artillery fire roared under the sky.

Mortal soldiers and demons fought together, and the bloody flesh-grinding battle turned the plain in front of the fortress into rivers of blood. Scarlet rivers flowed between ravines and craters, with corpses and mutilated corpses floating in them.

If Khorne wanted blood and death, he would be delighted with what was here.

Flags fluttered in front of the big bastion, like an eternal iron wall blocking the attacking edge of Chaos. In the chaotic battlefield, Celestine flew up from the wreckage of the tank, and when he landed, he turned around and slashed with his sword. After killing a World Eater traitor, the red-armored traitor's neck was chopped open with a sharp blade, and blood spurted out from the gap.

Around him, his traitor brothers surged forward, stepping over the corpses of mortals and Space Marines on the ground. Traitors of the Black Legion, World Eaters, and Iron Warriors surged forward, charging towards Celestine brandishing their blasphemous weapons.

The little angel waved the sharp blade and turned around. Its wings rotated as the body swung. Fire spewed out from under each feather, and the sacred fire billowed out from under the wings and flew towards the face.

The traitors' vision was blocked by the fire. They all stopped. The traitor of the Black Legion wearing a black helmet looked at the other side of the fire. Celestine roared out from the fire cloud, and the sharp blade instantly cut off his head. The traitor The head soared into the sky, like a rising meteor in the fire.

Celestine rushed out of the sea of ​​fire, and his long steel boots suddenly slid across the ground. Dust sprayed out at his heels. The little angel stepped on the ground and kicked his legs with lightning into the enemy's position.

The flaming swords swirled among the traitors, their armor shattered and cracked, and foul blood spurted out.

Celestine cut off the Iron Warrior's arm in one fell swoop. The traitor roared and raised his arm covered with blasphemous runes. It had already been equipped with a large number of terrifying weapons by the Dark Mechanicus. The decomposition ray was very close. Range shot towards Celestine.

Celestine somersaulted back, dodging the ray with her exquisite ballerina-like body. The green decomposition lightning flew almost close to her chin. After somersaulting to the ground, she threw out the flaming sword with her backhand. , the holy sword stabbed directly into the face of the Iron Warrior, and the holy fire spurted out from every gap in his armor.

Amid the screams, Celestine did not relax her vigilance. She bent down to avoid the World Eater's battle ax coming from one side. She kicked him on the side of the leg. It looked slender but was as powerful as a shot. The kick from the cannonball brought the World Eater to his knees.

With a wave of Celestine's hand, the flaming sword was pulled out from the corpse and returned directly to its owner's hand. Celestine cut off the World Eater's head with a backhand sword.

The scarlet helmet rolled down from the ground full of corpses with its head, and the helmet fell in front of a group of World Eaters. These bloodthirsty butchers, covered in blood and almost completely in a state of rage, raised their hands. Chainsword and Chainaxe.

Celestine looked at them. The World Eaters wanted to attack, but out of them came a Devourer with no armor on his right arm, bare arms, and a pair of blue feather earrings hanging on his helmet. , he walked out from among the traitors with a chain ax in hand.

The furious World Eaters made way for him, and Khorne's bravest and most favored traitor stood on the battlefield.

"Kahn." Celestine said, getting ready for battle. Kahn watched her prepare to step forward without saying a word, but suddenly there was a roar from behind.

"She's mine!" said the voice and appeared in the crowd. The World Eaters looked back. They saw the tall giant wearing Terminator armor appearing in front of them. He had his trademark hair tied in his head. With braids soaring to the sky, he walked forward with steps that shook the earth.

Warmaster Abaddon appeared in front of Kahn and Celestine. He stared at the Khorne champion in front of him, "She is mine, leave." "She is a gift to the Blood God, Abaddon, you have nothing to do with it." Stop me."

Kahn said as viciously as he did. He raised his chain ax and pointed it at Celestine, but his eyes were always fixed on Abaddon, who raised his long power claw and pointed at Kahn's chest, as if he was about to attack. Wolf.

"I am the warmaster chosen by the four gods. Khorne ordered you to follow me, so you must obey my orders, Karn." Abaddon growled, staring at Karn's eyes under the helmet in front of him, "Obey the Warmaster's orders."

Kahn looked at Abaddon, and then slammed his chain ax on his breastplate. For a moment, Celestine thought they were going to fight, but no, Kahn just growled and pushed away. The Black Legion warriors led their World Eaters away.

Celestine looked at Abaddon, and he slowly turned his head to look at Celestine, "I will use you to humiliate the false emperor, I will take down Cadia, and I will make the galaxy burn!"