Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

The silent cargo hold was empty, with only packed boxes and strange cans covered with canvas that were airtight and stored silently in the dark. Dim light shone in from the narrow ship window on one side, illuminating the dim light in the lonely cabin.

But soon, the silence was broken, the grille window of the ventilation duct was pushed down, and the grid fell to the ground with a black figure. It was a figure wearing a large windbreaker. He fell to the ground steadily and almost silently, and the grid window in his hand was calmly placed on a box beside him.

Vito looked around in the dark space. He was wearing the hood of the judge's windbreaker on his head. The black hood, black cloak, pants, and boots were all the same color. The black dyed Vito into the color of the darkness itself, silent and difficult to see.

Vito walked in the dark cabin, his fingers gently sliding across the surface of the boxes. He silently watched the sealed wooden boxes that stored unknown goods. Obviously, these were smuggled goods, so they needed to enter and exit from such a secret port.

The cabin here is not very large, and it doesn't seem to be used to store any important goods, but this is just right for Vito, because it also means that there will be no guards here, and he doesn't want to start bleeding before reaching his destination.

The dim light in the cabin turned into cyan, and the hazy green smoke still appeared outside the window. Vito turned around and looked at the floating fog from his eyes under the hood. The cyan ghostly fog appeared silently, just like the ghost of the ancient war on this planet.

Vito walked to the narrow cabin window, his eyes peeking out from the glass window of the long window, the cyan smoke was sweeping from all over the hull, and the soft smoke slid across the gray surface of the hull. The beautiful and dreamy fog enveloped everything around.

But don't be fooled. These fumes are the most deadly virus gas. This mysterious fog was used on a large scale during the planetary civil war at the end of the Golden Age. As long as any life form, whether human, animal or plant, is exposed to this fog, it only takes a few seconds for the flesh, bones and all the elements that make up the life form to decompose and collapse.

These beautiful fumes will eat up the flesh, bones and all the elements that make up the life form like locusts, and nothing will be left in the end. All they leave behind is the barren land and rocks.

Even after tens of thousands of years, these deadly gases are still scattered in the lowlands of Khar, turning these places into a place of death that no one will visit. Even through the cabin, Vito can hear the hissing sound of the smoke corroding the surface of the hull, but obviously, steel can survive here.

In the dark green smoke, the towering mountains, cliffs and bare rock surfaces of Nakhar are vaguely revealed. Those towering mountains are like giants walking in the thick fog, casting their burly bodies in the clouds and mist, and casting their huge shadows on the hull.

The smuggling transport ship was flying in the green smoke, and the fully enclosed hull shuttled through the clouds and mist, as if it was sailing across an ocean. The side sails and the steering tail at the end of the hull slid through the clouds and mist, drawing a long trajectory in the green smoke, and the route was heading towards a high mountain.

The tall mountain giants stood in front of him. Vito watched the mountain getting closer and closer, as if the ship was about to hit it, but in fact it was of course not the case. The transport ship suddenly turned in front of the steep mountain and slid almost close to the mountain. At a very close distance, the protruding rock walls were even about to break the glass in front of Vito.

He looked at the mountain passing quickly outside the window, and the clouds began to become thinner and loose, and finally disappeared completely. Behind the high mountain was a safe valley space, and the transport ship sailed to the safe ground at the end of the valley.

Vito leaned against the cabin, observing the direction of the ship from behind the glass window. The ship was heading for a mysterious monastery. The secluded monastery was completely away from all cities and settlements, and was secretly built in the valley surrounded by poisonous fog. Vito was sure that the place was definitely not used to praise the emperor's reputation.

The transport ship gradually descended from the air. On the simple dock on the side of the monastery, there were several monks waiting. They were wearing gray robes, and their faces and most of their bodies were completely covered and shielded. They stood on the dock, facing the huge airflow when the transport ship landed.

The jet flame of the landing recoil thruster ignited from the end, and the orange-red flame pierced the darkness of the valley. The transport ship slowly landed until it was completely docked at the simple dock built on the rocky ground on the side of the monastery.

Seeing this, Vito turned and walked towards the door of the cargo hold. This was not a big warehouse, and the door was naturally not very big. In fact, it was just a rolling door, small and inconspicuous, especially compared with the whole ship.

Vito pulled the lever on the wall, and the rolling door was slowly lifted with the rumble of the transmission mechanism. The light from the valley shone into the warehouse. Vito leaned against the door and looked out vigilantly.

His eyes looked at the dock not far to the right. The storage area of ​​the bottom cabin was almost level with the ground. He watched the captain and several guards walk down from the landing deck in the distance. They were chatting with the leading monk on the wooden simple dock. Then the monk took out a solid bag from his wide cuffs.

He handed it to the captain, who took the bag and looked at the contents, weighed it, and handed it to the guard behind him. The captain shouted into the cabin.

"Okay, boys, bring down the goods, the food, the drinks, and the cans. Once we're done, we'll leave." The captain said loudly, and soon received a burst of responses, including the crewmen carrying guns. They got out of each hatch, and they complained and started to move boxes and cans off the ship one by one. Two of them were also walking in the direction of Vito.

Vito rushed out of the warehouse before they arrived. He jumped over the abyss between the hull and the monastery ground. He rolled and fell to the hard ground. Vito turned over and hid. In the bushes on the side, he hid behind the tall grass and trees to spy on the crew members who were moving cargo into the cabin.

One of them leaned against the door and took out a cigarette. He took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth. "Damn, why are we dealing with these psychopaths again? I feel sick every time I see them."

The crewman said and took out a lighter from his body, but unfortunately the lighter was broken. No matter how hard he pressed the switch, he could not light up the fire. The crewman cursed, and the companion who checked out of the cabin took out his own lighter and lit it for him. It was bright. The flames briefly illuminated their faces.

As the cigarette was lit, another crew member carrying a laser gun also took a cigarette from the smoker. He lit the cigarette for himself and took a puff, and a faint smoke came out of his mouth. .

"Because of their strange bodies?" the gun-toting crew member asked, and the man leaning against the wall waved his hand, "Otherwise, by the Emperor, what's wrong with their bodies? They look a bit bigger than normal people. And he was stooped, as if he had a tumor.”

"I dare say, it must be even more disgusting under their robes. God knows how deformed they are down there." The sailor leaning against the wall took a puff of his cigarette and complained as he puffed out the smoke, while the man carrying the gun shrugged helplessly.

"These monks are not normal to begin with. Who the hell would live in such a ghost place, shrouded in the smoke of the curse every day? I dare say they are definitely not monks of the state religion, but heretics!"

He said the last two words in an extraordinarily low voice, and even peeked behind him to make sure the disturbing monks didn't notice their chatter. The crew members leaning against the wall nodded and murmured in low voices.

"I dare say there is something wrong with them. For the Emperor's sake, if it weren't for the fact that the money they gave is really good, I would rather give them a shot." "Isn't that right? They give me chills on the back. Damn it, let's move things quickly. Come on, I don’t want to stay in this damn place for a second.”

Vito hid behind the trees and heard their conversation. The marshal raised his eyebrows and confirmed his suspicion. Yes, this must be the place he wanted to find. While the two crew members began to carry the goods, Vito also turned around and ran out. Through the trees, he quickly lowered his body and ran towards the main body of the monastery.

Vito ran through the small garden on one side of the monastery, his eyes always paying attention to the monks walking on the raised ground on one side. They were all wearing robes and had their hands in their sleeves. One of them was standing there. Looking at the transport ship at the end of the monastery gate from the stairs at the end of the elevated ground.

These people are very ominous, making people feel a chill on the back and the eerie feeling of hair standing on end, especially the man at the end of the stairs. His body is obviously not right, and his swollen abdomen is fixed with ropes to hold the robe close to his body. The fabric even showed off his completely abnormally proportioned body.

A monk holding an incense burner was walking on the ground. He seemed to notice something as he passed by. The monk suddenly walked from the side to the stone handrail and looked towards the garden on the edge of the cliff. Vito acted decisively with quick eyes and quick hands, making a slip. Shovel hid behind a big tree.

He leaned against the tree and looked at the monk warily from the corner of his eye. The man stood in silence for a moment and then turned away. He swayed the incense burner and walked on the ground in front of the gate, maintaining his posture. Toya breathed a sigh of relief and continued to move forward.

He rushed through the dim garden at the edge. Although his speed was fast, he was silent. His steps were steady on the ground but perfectly avoided all the dead branches and fallen leaves. Vito came in two or three steps. When we arrived at the high wall on one side of the monastery, there were five or six very old stone pillars protruding from the towering wall.

Vito stood under the stone pillars and high walls and looked up. He moved his arms and stepped on the wall. He leaned up and grabbed the edge of a stone pillar. He used his skilled hands and feet to Climbing the stone pillar, how long ago did Vito learn the assassin's skills? He vaguely remembered that it seemed to be in the Middle East?

Vito vaguely remembered that he first learned the art of assassination in order to assassinate corrupt and evil nobles who could not be killed by conventional means or political methods. He often did this kind of thing in the Middle Ages.

For example, a certain greedy aristocrat has gone mad and insists on collecting the total taxes of the farmers for the next ten years in advance, probably to build a palace, or to bribe the church, etc. In short, he is just torturing the local old farmers, and these miserable farmers will Will pray to God to punish this nobleman.

Vito didn't know whether God heard it, but at least he heard it, so Vito would sneak into the nobleman's castle, and then not surprisingly, justice was fulfilled and implemented. Vito did this kind of thing Over time, it got a good name and legend. People in the Middle Ages passed down stories about Robin Hood orally.

In the years that followed, and even now, Vito will still use these techniques from time to time, especially after the empire was established, in order to eradicate the tyrants and warlords on Terra. Many times it was not convenient for the imperial army to take action directly, or in other words, When his actions would result in serious losses, Vito would kill the tyrant, and in the end the Empire captured the entire region without bloodshed.

Later, Macado also proposed that Vito form such a professional organization, so that Vito could be freed from assassination work and better perform his duties as a marshal. This organization would become the Assassin's Court in the future.

After the Emperor sat on the throne, and when the Empire began to turn into the mess it is today, Vito also carried out similar assassinations on various corrupt governors, officials and lords from time to time. After all, many times, it is not you who slaps the table and shouts "I'm here" The problem of the inquisitor can be solved.

This is the situation now. Vito climbed up the stone pillar and reached the roof. He bent down and squatted on the roof made of rows of tiles. Vito squatted on it and observed the monastery within the high walls, like most monasteries. , there is a garden in the atrium here, but there is something particularly wrong with the garden here.

The plants growing inside the high walls withered and withered, and sickly branches grew on the bare treetops. Vito saw those fat insects crawling on the ground and tree trunks, and disgusting sticky saliva like spider webs from between trees. The window was hanging down, and he watched a monk in the garden grabbing the bugs and throwing them into the bucket.

Vito squinted his eyes and looked at the hands he stretched out from his cuffs. They were shriveled hands, covered with calluses and sores. Vito frowned slightly and watched the monk walking towards him carrying an iron bucket full of fat worms. Main hall.

Vito took a deep breath and looked up at the surrounding environment. This was a deep canyon, with cyan poisonous mist filling the top of the canyon above his head, and the sky was also obscured by thick fog.

"Helen, is this place connected to the sky?" Vito asked in a low voice. Helen's three-dimensional image suddenly appeared on Vito's wrist. The small artificial intelligence lady looked up to the sky. Her eyes flickered slightly and she nodded. .

"Well, the necklace, although it is blocked by the poisonous fog, can still penetrate it." Helen replied briefly. Vito nodded and stood up slowly. He looked at the open door of the main hall and quietly opened the belt. holster on.

"Send a signal, mark our position, make sure Olaf and Loken can receive it, and tell them to prepare for airdrop strikes." "The signal has been sent, I suggest you stay on standby for the time being, waiting for support."

Helen looked at Vito and said softly, but Vito smiled at her and pressed the hilt of the sword. Helen sighed helplessly when she saw this, "Okay, I know it's useless, but I still have to say it, don't play to death." "Myself." "Have I ever killed myself?"

Vito smiled jokingly and ran towards the side of the roof. He jumped up and stepped on the top of the high wall surrounding the monastery with one foot. He ran all the way along the top of the narrow wall. His movements were very steady and fast. The eccentric monks walking among the gardens and colonnades below were completely unaware of this threat overhead, and he reached the top of the main temple silently like a ghost leaping from house to house.

Vito stepped onto the yellow-orange roof of the main hall. He reached the edge of the rubble on the side and jumped down. He landed on the platform above the door. Vito looked towards the garden behind, where the monks were still surrounding him. He walked aimlessly in the garden, his swollen and stooped body walking unsteadily.

But they found Vito, very good. Vito sneaked in quietly from the broken colorful glass window on the side. He entered the surrounding eaves at the top of the main hall, where there are towering stone pillars and curved beams supporting the ceiling. , the burning brazier in the main hall shone the flickering firelight on the sacred painting on the dome.

The mural depicting the Golden Throne was replaced by a scene of mutation, describing those hateful rivers, corrupted streams, withered forests, cities, and diseased everything that replaced the once sacred light. The mural is almost the image of this church. The epitome of perfection.

Vito looked at the icon of the emperor. The once shining golden statue was dirty and corrupt. Countless living diseased objects were crawling on the icon. Huge proliferative horns pierced the emperor's body. The stinking The smell was pervasive, as if excrement had been smeared on the Emperor's statue.

It wasn't just the emperor's statue that suffered the same fate. The surrounding angels and saint statues were all covered in corruption. The collapsed murals were shattered to the ground. Flying insects were lingering on the dirty floor and walls. The monks whose bodies were so swollen that they could no longer meet normal people were also here.

Vito raised his eyes above their heads to the blasphemous icon to which they knelt and prayed, chanting in hoarse, low voices.

"Great Father, we seek your salvation, leave us your place in your garden of everlasting happiness, and let us find eternity in your boundless love."

"Oh, my most loving Father, hear the prayers of your children and we will forever love you and spread your love across this planet."

Vito smiled bitterly as he listened to these blasphemous prayers. He shrugged slightly and slowly stood up from the rafter. His large black windbreaker spread its wings back like the wings of a black crow. Vito looked at the blasphemous statue and raised his own With one finger, his finger was likened to a pistol, and after lightly pressing his thumb, a bolt of lightning roared out and shattered the statue.

The broken statue collapsed and disintegrated, all the flesh and blood parts were burned out, and the horns were broken into debris along with the statue in the silent scream, and fell to the ground in pieces.

The monks stood up in shock, and they looked back and saw Vito falling from the sky. He fell to the ground wearing the black inquisitor's windbreaker. As his legs landed on the ground, the two wings of the black windbreaker slowly fell to the ground.

Vito raised his head and gradually stood up. He looked at the monks in front of him. Under their wide robes, they revealed a completely inhuman face, and their fat faces were full of pustules. They faced Vito angrily, and their completely swollen arms stretched out from under the robes. Each of them held a wide machete in his hand.

"Blasphemer! Blasphemer of false gods!" The leading monk roared angrily. He raised his machete to Vito, who smiled slightly and calmly put his hands on both sides, completely ignoring the two monks who rushed in from the gate behind him. They surrounded Vito from behind. These huge human figures surrounded Vito, and a bunch of crude weapons hung down in their hands.

Vito looked at the communicator on his wrist, which had a clock on it. He nodded slightly and raised his eyes with satisfaction, "The time is just right."

"What?" The leading monk said vaguely with his swollen vocal cords, and Vito smiled at him, "Of course it is"

Before Vito finished speaking, a huge roar echoed above the head of the church. The monks all looked up. The two monks behind Vito looked at the ceiling above their heads, but what they saw was a huge base smashing the rock, and the collapsed rubble fell to the ground with a bang. In the roaring dust, two huge steel objects smashed the two people.

Their broken bodies collapsed into flesh bombs and scattered behind Vito. The monks in front of the statue looked at the flesh on the ground in surprise, and then looked up at the two airborne capsules behind Vito. In the dust of the collapsed roof, the iron door of the landing capsule fell down, and six burly figures walked out of it. Chainsaw swords, bolt guns and power armor appeared behind Vito, and Vito put down the communicator in his hand with a smile on his face. He gently pressed the hilt of the sword with one hand and raised his eyes to look at the monks in front of him, revealing a playful smile, a smile that announced death, "Nothing, it's just that your death has come."