Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

The horse's hooves stepped on the edge of the golden wheat field. The wilderness stretched as far as the eye could see. Under the sun, golden waves were swaying in the wind. Vito was sitting on the horse. He had a gray broad-shouldered cloak on his shoulders, which was very characteristic. Local specialties.

Sarah beside him also rode up. Under her crotch were a group of chestnut mares. Vito did not remember that she or Lilith could ride horses, but it was obviously the case. She rode them very well. The originally irritable little mare became docile and obedient under her saddle.

Although it might have been the magic of Slaanesh that made those ponies' eyes flash with purple light, but at least she didn't fall, right? that's enough.

Vito looked at the farm at the end of the fields in the distance. It was at the end of the road in the fields, on an isolated island between the golden sea of ​​wheat. He got off his horse and handed the reins to Sarah on his side.

The latter held the horse and was asked to stay where he was. Only Vito walked on the field path alone. He passed through the golden wheat fields, the warm wind blew in his ears, and the wheat ears swayed in the wind. In his hands.

Vito pinched the wheat gently, but the powder suddenly dissipated and flew backwards in the wind. Vito frowned slightly as he looked at the scattered wheat ears.

Behind him, black spots appeared in another cluster of wheat ears, and its horns began to fall off, scattering into the field behind him like yellow sand in the wind. The wheat in the wheat field was swaying and pressed down to both sides. There was a cracking sound from the long-fallen straw.

The horses that Sarah sat on started to neigh in fright. She tightened the reins to calm them down, then looked at the golden sea of ​​wheat and narrowed her eyes slightly, and her fingers quietly slid to the spear inserted in the saddle.

The neighing of the horses alerted the people in the farm. He was polishing the sickle, but now he raised his head and turned around to notice Vito walking towards him. He was not wearing a hood, so his face could be seen at a glance.

The man who polished the sickle put down the whetstone and walked up with the sickle. The two met in the central open space of the farm house. Vito looked at the tall figure. He was wearing a linen black clothes and a hood over his shoulders. Wearing a wool coat.

"Have you settled here?" Vito asked, looking around at the simple but functional cabins around him. There were nails hanging outside the blacksmith shop, a hammer beside the furnace, and a leather traction rope had been tied to the millstone for a long time. , corn is also hung to dry next to the harvested wheat.

"Yes, there are friends and family." "Where are they?" "Nearby." He said, holding a broad scythe. Vito glanced at him, then walked a few steps and looked at the endless wilderness.

The wheat fields swayed like ocean waves in the golden sunshine, and the breeze blew through the bushes, bringing up pieces of dancing wheat ears and grains. On a hill in the distance, a windmill was turning in the wind.

The white canvas rotated and rose, like a white ship sailing in the wind in a distant place. "This world looks pretty good," he replied.

"But it's not like that. This place is broken and dying like an empire." Vito said, and a bunch of wheat ears shattered in the wind. They danced and scattered into the air, like rising ashes.

"How long have you been hiding here? Do you know what Abaddon did? Are you just running away?" Vito looked back and asked. The tall black-haired man stood there, glanced at Vito and then turned his head Turn aside.

"I am not a savior, let alone lead the empire. My war is over." "From the moment you were born, the war has never ended. My child, you can't escape it. That is your destiny."

He looked at Vito, his eyes as dark as night were instantly filled with things. He saw a lot and remembered a lot, but he just turned around and walked towards the blacksmith shop with the sickle in hand.

He placed the scythe on the gray-white powdered wall of the blacksmith shop. After leaning against the wall and remaining silent for a while, he said, "I have done enough for humanity. My mission is over. I will no longer lead the legion."

"This is your freedom, but I hope that you can at least pay off what you owe him." Vito looked at him and said, the man dressed like a farmer, and he listened silently.

"Sanguinius, he is still alive. I want to bring him back. I need you." When Sanguinius's name was spoken, Vito saw his body tremble. There was no escape from Vito. Eye.

He took a step forward and approached the man, "When he let you go, he should have killed you, but he let you go. When I found you later, I should have killed you, but I didn't either."

"You owe a lot. You can't hide forever. Believe me, it's useless." Vito said, his eyes suddenly became sad, "I tried, but it's useless. None of us can escape our fate."

He fell silent, and turned his sideways face back. The figure was still tall, but it seemed that he no longer had the power of the past. He was silent for a long, long time. They stood in the farm silently, and everything fell into silence until a while. A rustle broke the silence.

He looked sideways again, and his arms moved instinctively. He stared in the direction behind him and then suddenly slammed backwards. His shoulders rushed against a body, and the thing flew back and jumped upwards. Landed on the straw roof.

He looked at the thing on it. It was a person, a killer wearing a tight gray robe. He covered half of his face with a scarf, only revealing his sickly dry face and his decaying orange eyes.

The assassin pulled out two venom-dripping daggers from his waist and jumped down. He stabbed the man with his sword. He did not dodge, but grabbed the assassin's arms and slammed him to the ground, and then kicked him. He kicked away the poisonous blade he stabbed, and then crushed his head with a sudden kick.

The assassin's head was crushed like a rotten watermelon, and he didn't have any chance to breathe. He turned his head suddenly and heard the sound of fast footsteps behind him.

He punched out, suddenly hitting the seemingly empty air, but he hit something there. He rolled to the side, his invisible body instantly appeared, and the assassin was lying on the ground. , holding a dagger and staring at himself, then suddenly stepped to one side and rushed out before disappearing again.

He looked back and saw Vito brandishing a long sword. He raised his hand to block the invisible killer's chop with his sword, and then kicked the mass of air, knocking the killer back several steps at once. The man's footprints left footprints on the ground.

Vito saw the bucket of lime used for painting the wall nearby, picked it up and sprinkled it forward. The invisible man was instantly stained with lime and appeared. Then he stepped forward and slashed at him with a sword, and the man was also covered by the lime. He had his sight blocked and fought back hastily, but was finally beheaded by a sword.

Vito looked at the man with black hair and eyes, threw the lime bucket in his hand to him, and he caught it, and then pushed it with his palm in the direction of the footsteps that were rushing towards him. The assassin was instantly lit up by the lime, and the poison blade in his hand also lost his accuracy due to the dust in his eyes.

The dagger stabbed crookedly and passed through the man's armpit. He clamped the assassin's arm and then violently broke his neck. The assassin fell limply to the ground, and the magic blade fell to the ground.

He suddenly looked back at the last assassin. He looked at Vito and himself with both blades. After thinking for a while, he immediately climbed onto the roof and prepared to escape. However, just as he climbed onto the roof, he jumped up and jumped towards the dense wheat field, his body also A gunshot rang out as he quickly turned invisible.

The assassin's head was shot through, and the broken bones spurted out along with the brain matter. Then he fell down weakly and hit the fence, and then fell to the ground.

The black-haired man looked at the rider in the distance. She was sitting on the horse, holding a smoking shotgun in her hand. She put the gun on her shoulder and looked at it from the horse.

The man glanced at her, then squatted down next to the assassin who had broken his neck. He removed the face mask on his face, exposing his dry and blue bloodshot face.

He picked up the dagger on the ground, looked at the blade dripping with venom, turned it over and saw the mark on the handle, "Are you being followed? Did you lead these Chaos assassins to me?"

He stood up and yelled angrily at Vito, but the latter pulled out a piece of paper from the headless assassin and then threw it over. He caught the thing and let the little paper Unfolding it in his hand, he saw his face on it.

With a gloomy, silent and fierce face, the person on it was wearing an armor, with the skull bat logo branded on the shoulder of the armor.

He looked at his face above and slowly raised his head to look at Vito. He shook off the blood on his shoulder. The acid blood fell on the ground and instantly corroded the surface. "I was following them."

Vito looked at his head in the distance and said, "Neither you nor I can escape our fate."

He fell silent and lowered his eyes. After thinking for a moment, he turned around and walked to the front of the blacksmith shop. He kicked the hammer table and knocked it to the ground. Then he squatted down and reached into the hammer under the table. In the pothole.

He held the thing inside, and after a moment's hesitation, he pulled it out suddenly. Dust flew up with it. Vito looked at the double blades on the skull bat glove, and he put it on his On the back of the hand.

He took out the other long claw and put it on his arm. The man looked at the double blades on the back of his hand. Too many things flashed in his eyes and he closed his eyes.

"Are you ready? Conrad Coates."

Curze opened his eyes. He turned around and stood in the sun, his claws lighting up again after thousands of years.