Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Vito's current movements are not very comfortable, and I'm pretty sure he shouldn't be very comfortable, because hanging upside down with his head down, leaning against the wall with his neck supporting his whole body weight is probably not a very comfortable position, but fortunately he is like this now. There are quite a few people who are upside down like him.

Everyone on the docking deck of the trestle fell to the ground. Stormtroopers and Marines huddled together and screamed. They were like sardine cans crowded on the wall near the gate.

Colonel York and his men were huddled together, everyone was complaining, and the one who complained the loudest without even thinking about it was Ragnar.

The Young Wolf Master of the Space Wolves is face down on the wall, his whole face is like white dough pressed on the panel, and this funny expression all comes from Lancelot pressing on him, and On top of the latter was Bell, and the three Astartes were huddled together like stacked men.

"Get out of here, you Caliban orange cat and Macragge blueberry!" Ragnar cursed from below. Ragnar felt like a Terminator was pressed against him. You know, the two What does it look like when a Space Marine wearing a full set of power armor is on top of another?

Vito looked at them with his body and vision hanging upside down and smiled. Loken was also thrown up by the inertia of gravity and stuck next to Vito. Both of them were hanging upside down, a demigod and a superman hanging side by side. I need to find a camera to capture this scene.

"I remember we played a similar operation back then, right?" Vito asked with his head on the floor, while Loken's head was on the other side. "Indeed, one time Togaton and I sailed a boat to attack a group of people. The same thing happened when a green-skinned warship swooped down from the cross-section of the battlefield, and more than a hundred Luna Wolf warriors were squeezed into sardine cans in the cabin. "

"And if I remember correctly, it was your plan that time." Loken said in a low voice. This was not because he did it intentionally. The guard was simply out of breath when he fell upside down in power armor.

Vito laughed jokingly. As the sailing angle of the Infinite Frontier corrected, he finally returned to his normal position. As Vito slapped him on the ground, everyone was freed from the plight of being huddled together on the wall. come out.

Bell and Lancelot got up and looked at Ragnar who was lying on the ground. The latter wailed and looked at the two of them, "What the hell, pull me up. My arms are numb from your crushing."

Lancelot and Bell looked at each other and smiled, then they took Ragnar's arm and pulled him up. There were many people around them repeating similar actions to pull up their comrades around them. Everyone complained after getting up. Navigation method of landing on the bridge.

"Well, at least we successfully broke through and escaped from the encirclement among dozens of Necromancer warships. I feel that there is no one like you before or since." Vito boasted proudly with his hands on his hips.

Loken stood up with his support on the ground. The burly green armor standing on the deck was so conspicuous that it almost immediately attracted everyone's attention.

With them escaping the Necron siege, the mysterious Astartes warrior now attracts renewed attention, especially Captain Eisenstein of the Imperial Fists.

Captain Eisenstein, who was wearing tall golden power armor, walked over. He was very tall, half a head taller than Loken. The majestic Imperial Fist Captain walked up to the two of them with heavy steps. He first said Salute to both of them.

"Judge, do you still have the artifact in your hand?" Eisenstein asked. Vito smiled and took out the rotating undead artifact from the canvas pocket on his waist.

Eisenstein looked at the intact artifact and nodded, "Very good. You are as wise and reliable as ever. Inquisitor, the way you evacuated just now is impressive."

"Thank you, Captain, and I also found a magical use out of that iron-clad bastard's mouth. It's a double harvest." Vito looked at the artifact in his hand and said with a smile, but it was obvious that Dorn's son would not smile because of this. , to be honest, do they still remember how to laugh? Vito had never seen anyone from the Imperial Fists laugh.

Captain Eisenstein nodded, "Like I said, your results are impressive. Can you please introduce us to this strange brother?"

He looked at Loken and said, behind him the remaining Astartes gathered around. They stood behind Captain Eisenstein and looked at Loken with curiosity, especially Ragnar among them. He concealed his curiosity, even to the point of being offensive, a bit like watching a monkey.

Although Vito feels that among these people, he may be closer to the definition of "monkey", ah no, Husky may be more suitable.

Olaf stepped forward from Eisenstein. The old wolf inserted the bolt gun into the holster with flying mane decorations on his waist. Olaf, who was wearing a burly priest power armor, looked at Loken and raised an iron hand. , "Excuse me brother, I don't recognize your battle group mark and painting. What battle group are you from?"

"The Luna Wolves." Loken replied almost subconsciously. Subconsciously, he had no fear of his Astartes brothers at all, although he should have. To him, Istvan's betrayal seemed like Still the same as yesterday.

Olaf and Eisenstein looked at each other in confusion. The two veterans were even more so with the young man behind them. Ragnar very frankly showed his ignorance and confusion. He scratched his head and looked. To Lancelot, the latter shrugged his shoulders.

But Bell, who was obviously the most knowledgeable among them, was not like this. He stood calmly and looked at Vito without saying a word. The latter was also thinking about this issue without giving him any clues or orders.

Eisenstein frowned slightly and turned to look back at Loken. He looked up and down at the battle brother in front of him and thought hard, but in the end he couldn't find any clues in his memory.

"Please forgive our ignorance, brother, we have never heard of your war group. Can you tell us who your genetic father is?"

Loken was stunned after hearing this request. This was not because he was afraid because his father was a traitor, but because he could not express the shameful fact. He was ashamed of the honor of his legion and he did not want to say that. A fact that puts all Luna Wolves to shame, but this action seemed to the serious Eisenstein to be concealing it.

The solemn captain of the Imperial Fists frowned, and his hand subconsciously pressed the bolter on his waist. This action surprised Olaf and quickly tried to dissuade him, but the captain raised his hand to signal Olaf not to. put one's oar in.

Eisenstein looked at Loken's finger on the trigger, "Brother, why are you silent? Is there anything you can't say?"

"I" Loken hesitated to speak, his expression full of entanglement and pain. Eisenstein's suspicion became more and more serious. Before the stubborn son of Dorne continued to ask, Vito spoke, and he helped Loken speak. , and he knew what it meant.

"He is the son of Horus, and Horus is his father." Vito said softly, and the moment he said these words, they exploded like a thunder.

Eisenstein almost immediately drew his bolter and pointed it at Loken, followed closely by Ragnar and Lancelot who drew their weapons and aimed them at Loken's head, and even Olaf subconsciously drew his gun.

But the old wolf didn't have a gun pointed at Loken in the tangle, but it didn't matter, because besides that, there were three bolt guns pointed at Loken's head, and soon there would not be only three.

"Colonel York! He is a Chaos traitor!" Eisenstein shouted. Hearing the words "traitor" and "Chaos", the colonel raised his gun as if reflexively. The stormtroopers and marines around him all raised their guns and took aim. Loken, instantly there were hundreds of laser guns, plasma guns, melta guns and large-caliber shotguns aimed at Loken.

Loken took a step back. He looked at the hostile brothers in front of him, but there was no resentment or anger in his eyes, but sadness and shame. Regrettably, he had no right to resent them. He was indeed the son of Horus. That betrayal The genetic son of the Emperor's men.

Loken sighed and stood upright. He looked at Eisenstein in front of him and smiled bitterly, "Well, maybe you are indeed qualified to kill me. I didn't expect that one day I would be executed by my loyal brothers. ”

"Eisenstein, put down your gun." Vito raised his head and said majestically. His careless look was gone. Now he was like a leader, a king and an unquestionable master.

"All of you, put down your guns." Vito said sternly, and his words did work for mortals. Colonel York and his men put down their guns, but the Astartes still raised their guns and continued to aim at Lor. Ken.

Eisenstein held the bolt pistol in his hand. Behind him were the muzzles of Ragnar and Lancelot. The company commander looked at Vito and frowned suspiciously, "Why do you want to protect a traitor? Inquisitor Wei Trust, you know better than us that traitors cannot be forgiven!"

"I know, but Loken is not a traitor, he is a loyalist, the last loyalist." Vito said without giving up and walked up to Loken, standing between him and Eisenstein, speaking in an irresistible way. Suspicious eyes stared into Eisenstein's eyes.

The company commander frowned and hesitated, but Ragna behind him was as forthright as ever. He directly asked the question for the company commander.

"Loyalists? Loyalists? What's that? I've never heard of Loyalists in the Traitor Legion."

"No, indeed, and I also told you about Ragnar." It was not Vito who answered him, but Bell who walked up at the same time. He looked at Ragnar who looked confused.

"Captain Nathaniel Gallo of the Death Guard, Captain Thor Tarvitz of the Emperor's Children, and War Blacksmith Barabas Dantioch. They are all traitors who are still loyal to the Emperor. Great brother." Bell explained, while Ragnar frowned slightly and looked at him in confusion.

"How do you know? You have never experienced a major rebellion."

Bell sighed speechlessly and looked at Ragnar in front of him, "Read a book, Ragnar. I have advised you that you should read more ancient books and documents. There are records of them in the collection of Macragge Library. I see Remember, I even told you."

"Ah? When? Why didn't I know." Ragnar said confusedly, with an expression like a fool. Bell held his forehead speechlessly, "Because you were drinking mead when I was talking to you, you idiot. , you didn’t listen to a word I said.”

Lancelot looked at Ragnar and couldn't help laughing, with a gloating smile on his face, but Bell looked at Lancelot and frowned in displeasure, "You're laughing, you were drinking wine at the time, that's the same word." Didn't even listen." "Ah this."

While Fenris Husky and Caliban Orange Cat were being trained, Captain Eisenstein turned his head silently after hearing the key information. He still did not lower his gun but looked into Loken's eyes.

Hundreds of years of fighting have taught him how to see the heart of a Jean through his eyes. He knows what the eyes of traitors look like, and he also knows what the eyes of loyalists look like, and there is no doubt that Loken belongs to the latter.

But he was still worried. The caution of the Dornish heir prevented him from letting down his guard so easily. The company commander looked at Vito and asked seriously, "Even so, how can you be sure that he is not a traitor pretending to be a loyalist? He The armor is indeed different from that of Abaddon's traitors, but we also know that Alpha is good at infiltration and disguise."

Eisenstein's words immediately spread throughout the hall, making everyone alert again. The surrounding mortal warriors slowly pulled the trigger again and looked at Loken warily. Ragnar and Lancelot also held their hands again. The bolter keeps an eye on Loken's every move and can kill him on the spot almost at any time.

"Why do you believe in him so much, Inquisitor, do you know him? A man who lived ten thousand years ago." Eisenstein said, and his words indeed made sense. A loyalist veteran from ten thousand years ago suddenly returned? Or do you believe this is a spy in Alpha disguise? I think most people lean toward the latter.

Vito looked at them in silence, he was struggling, he knew what it would mean if he stood up, and now he knew what the second half of Trazin's prophecy meant.

"And he will also connect with your destiny and bring the Last Lord back to the empire. The gears of destiny will thus break the ten thousand-year deadlock."

Now he knew what that meant, either he would stand back and let Loken be killed, or he would stand up and protect him, and it was obvious what that meant.

"Old bastard." Vito cursed in a low voice. Loken looked at Vito and sighed and pressed his shoulders, "You don't have to be like this, my friend."

"No, that's all it can do now. Besides, I won't let my old friend leave again." Vito said. The second half of the sentence was full of unspeakable sadness, but he soon said it. Looking at Eisenstein and Olaf, he had already made his decision. It was time to bring the marshal back.

"I know him, and I know he is a loyal person." Vito said calmly but very seriously. Eisenstein and Olaf frowned at each other and then looked at Vito together.

"How long have you known each other?" Olaf asked, and Vito smiled and turned to look at Loken with a smile, "Ten thousand years, a full ten thousand years."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was surprised, but even more confused. The mortal soldiers looked at each other, and the sergeant approached the colonel with a laser gun and asked softly.

"Colonel, do you know what that means?" the sergeant asked, and Colonel York glanced at him and turned his head, "Your Majesty, how could I know?"

As surprised as the mortals were the Astartes, who looked at each other completely unaware of this. Eisenstein and Olaf exchanged glances about this matter, and then Olaf looked at Vito again and looked at him seriously.

"I don't quite understand what you are saying, Judge. Are what you just said a metaphor?"

Vito laughed in the face of Olaf's confusion, and shook his head with his hands behind his back, "No, literally, Bell, tell them, tell them everything."

Following Vito's words, everyone looked at Bell. The Ultramarine stood behind and nodded before walking forward. He passed between his brothers and came to Vito to signal him.

Bell was like the messenger who delivered a message to the king in ancient legends, solemn and unquestionable. He looked at the brothers and mortal soldiers around him and said loudly, "Vito Constantine is not just a judge, he is It’s the Supreme Marshal himself, who has never left us for thousands of years!”

Everyone looked at each other in surprise, and even Eisenstein showed a shocked expression. He could not hide his surprise and confusion when he looked at Vito in front of him.

Bell continued to recite loudly the content of the declaration that he had been preparing for a long time. He had been preparing for this moment since he knew Vito's identity. In fact, he did a good job and even made Vito laugh.

The marshal suppressed his laughter and looked at Bell. Looking at the marshal's messenger who was proclaiming loudly, Bell raised his arms and looked at everyone like a devout believer and loyal warrior.

"He is the Supreme Marshal himself! He is Vito Constantine. This is no lie or coincidence, but a sacred fact in the name of the Emperor!"

People looked at Bell and Vito in silence. Everyone stopped discussing and communicating. Everyone looked at Vito with only shock and awe.

Olaf looked at Vito as if he suddenly understood. He suddenly figured out many problems. Why did he live so long without any life-extending modifications? Why did he know so much knowledge and secrets? Why was he so familiar with Bjorn, even to the end? The extent to which the wolf and the wolf master obeyed him, all the problems that had troubled Olaf for many years were suddenly solved.

Yes, the Supreme Marshal, if he is the Supreme Marshal then all this can be explained, almost perfectly and appropriately explained.

Some of the mortal soldiers around were about to kneel down. When Lancelot was about to kneel down to salute, he was pulled back by Eisenstein. The company commander with a serious expression looked at Vito, who also looked at him. The two of them looked at each other. The stare-off lasted for a moment.

"If that's the case, prove it to us and prove that you are the Supreme Marshal." Eisenstein said, and Vito laughed and rubbed his wrist.

"I know the father of all of you, the original body, and Eisenstein, you are really alike to Dorn, you are equally suspicious and cautious, but you are also equally honest and will not hide or deceive anything." Vito said, rubbing his wrist, and a tiny electric light began to flash in his eyes, "Very good, if you want proof, I will give it to you." Vito snapped his fingers after speaking, and with the crisp snapping sound accompanied by lightning, suddenly Vito's eyes turned completely into golden light, and a halo appeared behind his head with the joy of lightning. The shining halo gradually took shape little by little until it was completely formed behind Vito's head. Everyone stared at the halo with wide eyes, they all knew the halo, no Imperial did not know the halo, it was the same halo as the Emperor! As the halo appeared, a powerful force surged in Vito's body instantly, and the powerful psychic energy like a stormy wave instantly spread from him to every corner of the deck, and the halo guided the power like a rising sun, covering everything around it with power. Vito looked at them, his golden eyes looked at them. As Vito looked, everyone knelt down. The mortal soldiers around followed Colonel York and knelt down. They surrendered to the Supreme Marshal, a figure that once existed only in myths.

Olaf, Ragnar and Lancelot also knelt down immediately. They bowed their heads to Vito without any hesitation. Even Bell knelt on one knee with Loken on both sides of Vito after a moment.

Vito looked at Eisenstein, the only one who had not yet kneeled. His voice, accompanied by the surging psychic power, sounded around like a sonic boom, "This is the proof you want, Eisenstein, son of Dorne, do you agree?"

Vito's voice was like the Emperor himself, majestic, noble, and sacred. Eisenstein looked at the face in front of the shining sun halo. The face completely shrouded in sacred light looked like the Emperor himself.

If there is any characteristic of the Sons of Dorne besides stubbornness, it is their honesty when they realize their mistakes. Captain Eisenstein knelt down almost without hesitation. The proud Captain of the Imperial Fists knelt down to salute the Supreme Marshal.

"I, Eisenstein Batalov, the Captain of the Third Company of the Imperial Fists salute you. I have no right to ask for forgiveness for my offense, but I swear in the name of Dorne and the Emperor that from now on I will no longer have any doubts about you, Supreme Marshal."

Vito looked at Eisenstein and nodded. He looked around and raised his head. The bright sun shone on everyone in the universe. They were bathed in the shining golden light and reborn in the sacred light of the legendary Emperor's brothers.

Lilith and Cole also came late on the docking deck. Cole was shocked by the golden light, and Lilith smiled at Vito after a moment of surprise, "Supreme Marshal, he is finally back."