Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

The light shines in the center of the dark room, and the dazzling light hits the shoulders of Astartes' blue armor, shining with azure light. The bolt gun in his hand is held on his chest, at the barrel. Dancing with cold light.

There is a striking white armor on his right shoulder, which indicates that he is a pharmacist, but at the same time, the bolt gun in his hand will also be used as a tool for the Angel of Death. Now , he began his first vocation.

Bell turned his head suddenly, raised the bolt gun in his hand and fired a shot to the side. The roaring bombs hit the knife-wielding enemy who rushed out of the shadows. He flew back instantly, and his body exploded. Come, turn into countless light particles and sprinkle them on the ground.

On top of the tiny particles of light, a pair of boots stepped over. An enemy holding a chain sword rushed out of the darkness outside the light. Bell turned the muzzle of his gun, aimed at the man and fired a precise shot, and then turned. Turn around and fire continuously.

The muzzle of his gun rotated rapidly, shooting in all directions along with his body, knocking down the enemies who appeared in the darkness one by one.

Their explosions turned into countless flashing pieces of light and disappeared into the air. There was no blood and no severed limbs left on the ground. Bell held the bolt gun, aimed at the crosshairs and pulled the trigger. The bombs roared out and knocked over the hand-held weapons. Coming target.

A laser shot hit his shoulder, and the beam bounced up instantly, causing a buzzing sound to enter the inside of the helmet. Bell looked back, raised the bolt gun with one hand, and knocked over the edge of darkness with one shot. A target with a gun, he instantly fell to the ground, his body turned into a strip of light and disappeared, and the gun in his hand flew away.

Bell looked around at the darkness and suddenly turned his head. Hearing the footsteps coming from behind, he pulled out the tactical short knife from his waist and stabbed backwards with his backhand. The chest of a target was pierced by his sword, and the halo came from His back spread out and he hung on the blade.

"Close training." Bell raised his head and said, and there was an echo of the terminal immediately. The target body on his blade also disappeared. He put away the short knife and walked towards the dark border with the bolt gun.

As Bell walked, the lights there immediately turned on, the darkness was dispelled, and the walls of the training room also appeared in front of him. Bell walked over and picked up the drinking water bottle that was placed on the weapon rack.

But it's a water bottle, but you know, an Astartes-sized water bottle. Bell took off his helmet and took a sip of the special nutrient solution in it. The door of the training room in front of him slid open, and Bell walked out with his head held high. , came to the open training field outside.

Here, other people are sitting on the steel benches around, cleaning and maintaining their weapons. They are polishing the weapons in their hands and applying maintenance powder to the power armor. Most of them are very serious and focused, except for one person. exception.

"Sexos, do you really need to keep your sword? Why not let that artificial intelligence girl make you a new one, just like me."

Sicarius was still as frivolous as ever, with a hint of arrogance in his words. He pulled out a plasma pistol from the holster on his waist. The gun looked very different from the Empire. There was no exposed gun. Regardless, it doesn't have a huge physique, it's very compact and lightweight.

"Helen said that this thing is much better than the Empire's. It won't explode no matter how many times it is hit. It also comes with a cyclone grenade, which is more powerful than the Empire's and is also very stable."

"Thank you, brother, but this sword has been with me for many years, and I feel more comfortable using it." Seksos sat on a table not far away. He polished the power sword in his hand with a whetstone. It was a sword that looked pitch black, but the reflection shone with various strange colors.

On the hilt of the sword, the former eight-pointed star symbol of chaos has been removed. The removal method was very rough. Bell remembers that he broke it off directly and then crushed it to the ground with his foot, as if to prove that he had broken with chaos. .

He wiped it and picked up the incense burner beside him. He hung it on the sword body and began to recite the scripture in a low voice, "Wolf God, Wolf God, guide our sword to kill the enemy and protect us." His heart, his guidance, our path.”

Loken, who was sitting aside, had different expressions on his face. As he listened to those words, many memories flashed in his eyes. He was sitting behind Serksos, who had already put on the snow-white Shadow Moon Cang. Wolf armor.

Loken accepted his brother and asked him to join the new Shadow Moon Canglang Legion. Of course, that would have to wait until they returned, but now, in any case, the former Black Fleet Admiral, who abandoned the Black Legion and turned to the light, has Have a place to belong.

Bell glanced at Captain Eisenstein who was not far away. He was silent as always. He was taking care of his weapons and equipment seriously and devotedly. The huge Terminator power armor took a lot of money to clean by one person. For a short time, in the past, servitors would do the work for them, or at least provide help from the side.

But Bell could see that Eisenstein was very happy and enjoyed the time he took care of his armor. He was careful and conscientious. There was no trace of strange thoughts on his face. He was quite involved in it and did not listen to Sicarius's chat.

"You should replace that sword. I heard that chaos weapons can make the user go crazy. Although you seem to be quite normal, who knows?"

"Then I may be a special case. Many of my former brothers have indeed gone crazy, driven crazy by their weapons and their thoughts. The legion no longer exists, and its former glory has long dimmed. But I, Maybe there are a few who still maintain their sanity, like those from the legion period.”

"Indeed, is that why they made you the commander of the fleet? If you were a lunatic, he would probably just scream and charge forward with the help of a huge fleet."

Sicarius raised his sword. He turned on the light above his head and looked at the blade. "But how did Abaddon lead a group of madmen? Make them obey him and execute orders."

"He can't. As a warmaster, his duties are more of a false one. He is completely different from Horus at that time. The soldiers at that time were still members of the legion and maintained discipline and military discipline, but now, it is completely different. "

Serksos said, shaking the censer in his hand. He nodded to Bell. Sicarius also noticed him and raised his head to greet Bell, "Why are you out? Are you tired?"

"Tired? No, my training is meaningless. My marksmanship is already superb. Continuing is just a waste of time. You might as well come out and see what you are doing. All I see is your endless nonsense."

"This is called understanding our enemies, just as the Holy Scriptures teach, isn't it? You like the Holy Scriptures, you should remember the contents, right?"

Sicarius smiled and turned his head, but the smile on his face did not mean any serious thinking at all, "Okay, let's continue talking and let our great professor also listen. In this way, maybe in his mind What can you do?"

"As you wish, Captain." Serksos responded. He put the incense burner aside and began to wipe the sword blade to remove the polishing marks on it.

Bell also found a seat and sat down. He placed the bolt gun flat on his knees and looked around for maintenance tools. It was too messy here and was made by Sicarius, but soon he saw the gun. Tube, the silent but reliable Captain Eisenstein, handed the thing over.

Bell nodded to him and thanked him, and then took it. Sicarius sat aside, looking at Serksos with a smile, and waved his hand to indicate that he didn't care about Bell beside him.

"Okay, where did I just say it? Ah, yes, Abaddon can't lead them. The current Black Legion and the various rebel legions are no longer the legions of the past. As you said, most of them are crazy. He became manic, irritable, bellicose and bloodthirsty, and most of the time did not obey orders at all.”

"Even if the believers of different evil gods don't fight immediately, I will suffer. They hate it as much as they hate the Empire. And Abaddon, although he is the chosen one of the Four Gods, I dare say that the Four Gods have never They have never looked at him directly. Although they have said they support him in the eternal war over the past ten thousand years, no one knows how serious they are. "

"And the same goes for their followers, who will not obey this so-called war master at all. Abaddon may be able to defeat their war gang leaders through personal competition and gain short-term authority, but soon, the traitors will be disobedient and follow their own will. , will return to the previous state.”

"Most of the time, the rebel legions will not naturally obey Abaddon and the so-called Warmaster. They need Abaddon to exchange, reward and reward for short-term support."

"So most of the time, Abaddon can only call upon his Black Legion. The rest of the rebel legions will only obey his arrangements in the early stage when conducting a Black Crusade. Once the empire collapses or the mission is completed, They will immediately disperse, looking for plunder targets, killing and offering sacrifices to their respective evil gods, so that the military operation becomes chaotic and unnecessary. At this moment, you can no longer control them, and Abaddon can only It allows them to spread chaos and create death and fear.”

"Indeed, Chaos is often undisciplined and does whatever it wants. It starts to fight independently when the war has just made progress, providing the empire with an opportunity to regroup and ultimately win." Bell added, after taking apart the bolter, Start maintaining the weapon parts one by one.

"Yes, it is like this every time, but Abadon can't control them, or in other words, he himself has gone crazy a long time ago. Abadon is no longer the first company commander back then. His heart is swallowed up by anger. Occupied by the desire for revenge, he becomes irritable and often irrational. For the sake of so-called glory, he will solve the problem head-on even if he pays heavy casualties to the legion. "

"This made him defeated by the Marshal on Terra, and after that, his thoughts became even more unstable." Xexos said, touching his face. Although the wound caused by the magic sword healed, But the traces left there still seemed to be bleeding and stinging.

"Ezekiel Abaddon has long since disappeared with the Legion. What is left now are just a group of ghosts trapped in the memories of the past. He always suddenly gets stuck in the memories of the past, talking to himself, and , if you were close to him at that time, you would become a poor victim of his madness.”

Serksos said, Loken sitting next to him was silent, his eyes flashed with many memories, the Council of Four Kings, etc., those things that had already been revealed with the betrayal of Istvan.

"Abaddon once executed the Horus clone created by Fabius. He said that we can't be haunted by the past, but he never really came out. That makes people crazy and affects our genes. My father's feelings have also changed from love to hatred. He will even hate himself, hate the Legion, and hate everything. He has never regarded us as brothers. He just throws himself into blood and fire in order to find the victims of revenge. "

Bell also fell silent. He couldn't imagine that feeling, and he couldn't understand how Serksos had survived under Abaddon all these years. He couldn't imagine that someone would hate his brothers and send them to death. Just for that illusory thing.

But Sicarius seemed to be the same as the innocent man. He didn't know whether he didn't understand, or whether his own pride and arrogance would make him understand Abaddon to a certain extent.

After all, in the past, Bell had heard that for his own glory, he would throw his company into some battles that had no meaning in the war.

"I can still understand him, like when we sit here and are bored, you want to find something to do."

"Then, you're in luck." Helen suddenly appeared beside everyone, and no one noticed when she appeared. "You have a mission."

"What?" The calm Eisenstein spoke for the first time. Helen looked at her. A holographic map appeared behind her, with several coordinate points appearing on it. "Vito, sir, you want to go to these locations." "Point, before dawn, destroy everything in it and eliminate all enemies. No one who can move will be left behind."

"Understood." Eisenstein replied simply, but his actions were not simple. He stood up, holding the helmet in his hand and looked at the people behind him.

"There are only five of us and there are many targets. Are you ready to destroy them before dawn?"

"Nonsense, I would have died of idleness a long time ago." Sicarius stood up with a smile, put the sword on his shoulder, and looked at Bell beside him, "What about you? Professor, are you ready?"

"In your words, nonsense." Bell said, loading the bolt gun, and then pulled the bolt suddenly. He stood up. Loken and Serksos on the opposite side also stood up and looked at Eisenstein. Looking at them instead, he turned around and lifted up the power tomahawk with his strong arm.

"Then set out and let the blood dye the dawn red."