Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

"Constantine, are you still listening?"

"Yes, Miss Petronilla, please continue."

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There was no one in the quiet gallery, so quiet that it was almost dead. The eyes of the paintings stared at Petronilla, as if they were alive audiences, watching the dialogue on the stage.

She looked at Anthony in silence. She was speechless for a long time in this dead environment, and then spoke after a while.

"Anthony, do you know what you just said?" She said, and Anthony just smiled, as if he didn't understand what she said.

"I will not take back my words, Petronilla Viva, you swore that you would choose to record the truth no matter how ugly it is, and I will tell you that truth."

"But before that, let's go to another story." He turned around, "When you finish listening, you will know everything you need to know, then make a choice."

He walked along the empty gallery, walking under the gaze of those godless eyes, "Look, Macragge and our beautiful home, how beautiful it is, isn't it?"

Anthony stopped in front of a picture, "It's hard to find such a beautiful place in the galaxy. The gods have given me luck. I was born in Macragge and was born into a noble family."

"My family is quite prestigious in the local area. Even Captain Calgar knows our surname. The reason is the same." He looked at Guilliman in the painting and the blue angels behind him.

"My family has produced the most Ultramarines in Macragge in the past years, dozens of the Emperor's Angels of Death, and several of them eventually became captains or respected positions." "So we children grew up listening to the stories of the Angels of Death. Like all boys in Macragge, my brothers and I are eager to be chosen and become the pride of the family, so that our names will be the protagonists of the new story and be sung for a long time." Anthony said, looking up and looking at the angel in the painting indifferently, "I am the eldest son in the family. I am better than my brothers in all aspects, swordsmanship, knowledge and all aspects, but they finally chose my brother, not me. "

He spoke with resentment and unwillingness, "Why? I asked the chapter priest why it was him, not me, he didn't answer me, just turned and left. "

"I asked many people, they told me that I was not qualified enough and was not chosen by the chapter. "He said, "But in what aspect am I inferior to my brother? We were born at the same time, learned and grew up together, I am better than him, always have been. "

He stared at the Astartes in the painting with vicious eyes, stared at the giant, then turned and left, and continued to move forward along the darkness of the gallery.

"My brother became an Astartes, a being beyond mortals. When he returns home again, everyone needs to kneel down and salute him, including me."

"But I know that under that superhuman body is a mortal. He is no different from us. I understand him and know him, but why, why is he the special one, and who decides what is special?"

"So I started looking for why the Astartes are special? People told me that they are the descendants of the Primarch, the blood of the Emperor, and the descendants of the blood of God, so they are different from us."

Petronilla followed him and listened to his self-narration in silence. He kept scanning the paintings on both sides, most of which showed the figures of the Astartes. Mortals knelt down to them in submission and praised their greatness and immortality.

"I later inherited the family position, but wealth and fame did not change me. The statue of my brother is in the garden, like all the chosen ones of all generations. I look at them and always remember what I am looking for."

"Why are they special?" Anthony said, his eyes sweeping across a painting with portraits of the Emperor and the Primarchs, "And, why are they special?"

The words made Petronilla shudder. It was not just an ordinary description, but she felt a little scared, but he continued.

"I consulted many documents and ancient books, and spent many years looking for facts, but all I found were the same answers that told me that they were gods, deities, and angels, so they were unique." "Over time, I began to get tired of it, but just when I wanted to give up, a book appeared. I don't know where it came from, but it appeared on my desk, with many other books." Anthony's words were excited. He looked back with a light in his eyes. "It attracted me, and it also gave me a different answer. The book records that the Emperor created the Primarchs in the genetic laboratory in the Himalayas, not as the state religion scriptures said." "Creation, Petronila, the word is creation, not birth, birth." He became excited, "That means they are not born unique, they are created, artificially made weapons, but weapons can be made again." "He created twenty-one weapons and used them to give birth to Astartes, those angels. At that moment, I completely understood that they are not unique." Anthony raised his arms, circled around and continued to move forward.

"This gave me a new direction to look for, a possibility, an unprecedented possibility. There is no difference between me and my brother. I can also be called an angel, and we can all do it!"

He shouted loudly, and the sound echoed in the gallery, which startled Pedrone. He seemed to realize it, apologized to Pedrone apologetically, and his voice calmed down.

"I began to search, how did the Emperor create the Primarchs? Some people say that he is the most powerful immortal, so only his blood can give birth to the Primarchs."

He whispered, "But that's a lie. I know that there is not only the Emperor and the Immortal in this world. In the past, there were many others. I followed this clue to search. Unexpectedly, it was not difficult. It’s like someone is guiding me somewhere.”

"I have seen more ironclad evidence of the existence of immortals from past legends, scriptures and stories. They have existed widely in human history, and they all have miraculous powers. He is not unique. The Emperor has never Not the chosen one."

He passed by a painting of the Emperor, never looking at it again, lost in his own words.

"So why is the Emperor the only one unique? Or rather, what about the other Eternals? They suddenly disappeared. At a certain moment, they all suddenly disappeared, leaving only the Emperor and the Supreme Marshal."

"I spent several years searching for the truth, digging for mysteries and classics. I read all the ancient books I could find, many of which were called forbidden books, but I found nothing." He was silent for a moment, "But I also found nothing. The bottleneck moment was the same as before, and the sudden enlightenment came again.”

"I heard that on a certain mining planet, miners unearthed an ancient data template, which recorded the knowledge of ancient times. I don't know why, but the voice in the dark guided me to find it. I The truth to be sought lies within.”

He raised his hands like a prophet leading the world in the painting. He put his hands in front of him as if he was holding something.

"I hired mercenaries to kill the priests from the Mechanicus and all the miners, and faked an accidental landslide, burying them and the accident underground. No one knew that the ancient secret book came into my hands. ”

"That voice is right, I found the truth in it, Miss Pedronniera." He suddenly turned around, his paranoid and eager eyes frightened Pedronniera, like a crazy explorer .

he yelled, not knowing what dangerous thing he was looking for.

"That data records the records of mankind's first flight into the universe and the ancient years when fossil fuels were used as rockets." He raised his finger, "It records a group of immortals who flew across the stars in spaceships. , went to a planet called Moro.”

He said, "What are they looking for there? There is no answer left in the data." His face gradually turned cold as he spoke.

"But among them, only one survived, and he came back, while all the other Immortals died, and from then on, the stories of the Immortals became rare, rare, and eventually disappeared."

"You know who that is, don't you? Miss Viva, you know who he is," he asked, but Pedrónilla didn't answer and said nothing.

Anthony looked at her for a moment and said, "You know the truth."

He was silent for a while before speaking, "After that person came back and established the human empire, the planet Moro disappeared from all records, and this time coincided perfectly with the moment when the original body was first born. coincide."

Pedronela felt cold, and a biting chill swept through her body. Her intuition told her to cover her ears, turn around and run away immediately, and never listen.

But her body didn't move, and she didn't cover her ears.

"I couldn't find any information on Moro. It seemed to have suddenly disappeared. Then, ah, now, I joined Guilliman's army because I thought it would allow me to find out more things. Power always leads to more discoveries.”

"I found it. When Guilliman ordered to revitalize the empire's knowledge and re-excavate the ancient and dusty documents and knowledge, I obtained an ancient shipping record from the History Court through bribery. It was an The record of a famous rogue."

"He discovered a planet known as Moro in the past and set out to explore it without any purpose. Maybe it was to rest or to find supplies, but in any case, not long after that voyage, The rogues disappeared and vanished from the world.”

He narrowed his eyes, clenched his fingers slightly, and said with a slight smile, "Someone is hiding, deceiving, hoping to hide something, and I will find it."

"In a rare brief meeting in the future, I asked Lord Guilliman about Moro. He didn't say a word and just told me that it was a dangerous planet that had been destroyed."

"He lied, and like his Emperor, he tried to deceive me, but I know that Moro was destroyed in his hands. From an extremely ancient recorder's only document, I learned that in Horus During the rebellion, he set foot on Moro together with Lion Al'Jonson and Sanguinius."

Anthony narrowed his eyes, with a faint smile on his lips, "They were looking for something there, and then they destroyed Moro, smashed the planet into cosmic dust, and destroyed the things on it to prevent others from knowing. "

"He drove me away, and not long after that conversation, I was assigned to the Crusade and exiled from Terra." He sneered.

"Like the Emperor, he hid things on Moro, he deceived us, concealed." He smiled, "But I know, I know what they are trying to hide, that is their ugliest secret, Primarch, The secret of the Space Marines, and indeed of the Emperor himself, the secret that makes them unique."

"How interesting, isn't it? The Emperor went to Moro, and from that came the Primarchs and the Space Marines, and Guilliman went, and from that the Primaris Space Marines were born, the unique Chosen One? God? Hmph."

Pedronilla frowned at the contemptuous words, the resentment and vicious curses on his lips.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"You know, Miss Pedronela, you knew it from the beginning, right? I didn't try to hide it." He walked up and came to Pedronela.

"They were never unique, the Emperor, the Primarch, the Space Marines. They called us mortals and asked us to kneel down." His voice was cold. "This is just their lie, the lie of the chosen ones. They Exclusively and monopolizing the way of evolution and sublimation to become extraordinary has left us at the bottom of the ladder.”

"They are a group of liars, arrogant liars." He said coldly.

Petronila stared at him and was silent for a while before speaking, "Why are you telling me these things? What exactly do you want me to do?"

"Write these things down and make them public?"

"No, in that case you will just disappear like the Rogue Trader and the old chronicler."

"No, Miss Pedrónila Viva, what I want is not what you do now, but when the moment of evolution comes, when the secrets they concealed are revealed, when the supreme beings of the highest heaven are here. When you give us enlightenment, you record everything that is."

He raised his palms, like a prophet on earth, "I want to know, what will you do? After knowing all the truth, will you continue to choose to fabricate lies for the false emperor, or will you stand on the side of the truth, no matter the cost. "

"Your answer, Miss Petronilla. Don't face me with silence. Tell me your answer."

His eyes were fixed on her, and the eyes in the painting in the dead corridor were fixed on her, and after a long time, she opened her mouth and gave her answer.

At the same time, the long voyage had ended, and Victoria Prime appeared on the other side of the gap in front of the battleship.