Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

The sun shines on the majestic statue. On his towering body, the face is unevenly illuminated by the sun. The already magnificent armor sculpture on his body also looks even more majestic, tall and immortal under the light. And in The muzzle of a gun protruded from the value behind his head.

The stormtrooper holding a sniper rifle sat cross-legged in the gap next to the statue. His helmeted head was observing the scenery outside the scope through the lenses on the surface of the helmet.

Lively streets, bustling shops are scattered all over the pedestrian streets, and the main roads below are even more crowded. A large number of citizens celebrating festivals are walking on the streets. Numerous flags and logo banners are surging with the crowds, and the crowds are walking along the streets. , advancing slowly in the direction of the palace gate not far away.

The sky is clear for thousands of miles, without a single dark cloud, and there is no haze caused by any factory lingering in the sky. Some people say that it was the arrival of the King of Angels in the sacred land of Terra that dispersed all the dark clouds. Some people also rumored that it was the Emperor. The emperor sent down his divine power to express his blessing to his resurrected heir.

But Stormtrooper observers knew that it was the work of a Mechanicus ship from space. In order to celebrate this unusually heavy Emperor's Ascension Festival, the Terran government specially transferred it from Mars, carrying an advanced and large-scale ship that required A weather control device can only be transported by a battleship to ensure clear skies and the best weather on the festival day.

They did indeed do it. The whole sky was clear and cloudless. The sunshine that had not been seen for many years made a large number of citizens enthusiastically take to the streets to participate in the parade and celebration. Finally, they went to the Triumph Square outside the palace to participate in the rally of tens of thousands of people and listen to the original speech. The words of the body and the pilgrimage to pay homage.

This has also made the security work extremely cumbersome and complicated. There are observation posts, snipers and mobile duty teams arranged everywhere around the palace. There are also aerostats and warning skulls in the sky. They are safe. Eyeliner is just like his eyes.

The storm trooper looked through the scope at the streets below and the surrounding high-rise buildings. Another group of snipers on alert on the high-rise buildings below waved to him.

"This is Fox Hunter 1. Everything is normal around here. No other armed personnel appear. It's over." "Copy that, continue to observe." "Understood."

The stormtrooper said, but he was obviously not competent and his observation was not deep enough, because behind him, there was a sniper carrying a gun climbing up the shelf behind the statue. She was wearing a tight leather jacket and a mask on her face. Wearing a mask that is completely connected to the skin-like tactical uniform.

The Vindicare assassin glanced at the storm trooper from a high place, turned around quietly, leaned down with the precision sniper rifle on her back and quickly ran to the edge of the statue. She stopped at the gap between the armor and the shoulder. , took off the sniper rifle from his back, screwed on the silencer and put the rear end on his hand.

She sat cross-legged on the shelf, the muzzle of the sniper rifle just at the edge of the shadow behind the statue. Her eyes were aimed at a car below, locking on an imperial official coming down the stairs. He and his colleagues While chatting and smiling, he didn't even notice that he was being targeted.

"Ready." The Vindicare female assassin whispered, the muzzle of the gun did not shake at all as she spoke. Suddenly, a firework rose in the air outside. It exploded in the air. The officials below raised their heads and looked. In the sky, the Storm Troopers, who were also on the statue but knew nothing about what was about to happen, also raised their heads and looked at the fireworks.

The colorful ribbons flew with the explosion, and one of the petals fluttered with the wind. It fell from the air, stuck to the face of the statue and slid downwards. The stormtroopers watched it fall downwards into the crowd. A pair of slow steps flew forward.

The ribbon fluttered along the ground, and soon it rose up with a gust of wind. It turned in the air, and flew along the high wall to the glass roof of the apartment. On the surface of the glass, it continued to move forward, as if, Like a surfer surfing in the ocean.

The sun shines on the glass, reflecting a dazzling light. Under the light, the ribbons slide down from the edge of the roof, flying and held on the marble pillars, and then fly outward again, spinning and falling under the countless flying flags in the background. On one shoulder, it stopped steadily.

But soon, a hand rose up and dropped the ribbon. Vito patted it down, leaned on the back of the chair and straightened his collar, then crossed his legs and sat on the chair.

He looked around at the chairs in an arc. Many imperial dignitaries and officials were sitting here. Their chairs had famous plaques carved on them, showing who should sit in each position.

This also made it easy to see who was not present from the empty chairs. Vito looked at the empty chairs and the familiar names on them. A list emerged in his mind, and A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Vito followed the line of sight of the people sitting on the rostrum around him. He looked at Guilliman who was speaking on the podium in front. He stood in the sun, as always, fighting high-spiritedly to the crowd of people below, and Passionate speech.

His words were very contagious, and Vito had to admit it. Cheers and shouts kept coming from outside. Thousands of flags danced vaguely in the dazzling sunshine, accompanied by colorful ribbons flying all over the sky, making the entire festive atmosphere Push to climax.

Sanguinius was beside him, the King of Angels spread his wings slowly, and the sun shone from between the feathers, like a gem emitting brilliance. Her presence alone was enough to make the entire festival more exciting. There were loud, enthusiastic cheers as the crowd chanted Long Live the Regent, Long Live the Emperor, and Long Live the King of Angels.

Conrad is not here, of course, no surprise at all, right? Why do you think he would participate in such a festival? Maybe, he was staying in a less bright place now, quietly watching the gathering below.

Vito sat under a tall banner. On both sides of the double-headed eagle flag, magnificent statues stood in the sun, raising their heads like silent sentinels, guarding the gate of the palace and the high-spirited statues beneath it. Speech by the Regent.

"I have said enough, but today, I am not alone here. Now, let you, our marshal, make a speech."

Guilliman turned sideways as he spoke, and raised his hand to signal to Vito, who looked at him leaning back in his chair, while Eva's voice came from the headphones hanging by his ears.

"The assassin team is ready and ready for action."

After hearing this, Vito stood up. He patted his clothes, tidied them up, and walked to the podium under the shining sunshine. At the same time, the day of judgment began. He smiled at Sanguinius. He nodded and stood on the rostrum with the latter's smile.

Vito stepped onto the rostrum. In front of him, the entire square was filled with crowds. Hundreds of thousands of people cheered for Vito in the square in front of the palace. The flying flags kept dancing back and forth in the sun, in the center of the square. , around the tall monument among the sea of ​​people, some people climbed onto the sculpture and waved flags from high above.

From above his head, several Lightning fighter planes pulling colorful smoke roared past. Their roar passed over the square. The crowd looked back at the flying fighter planes. They quickly pulled up behind the square and pulled up in the air. The emblem of the Imperial Sky Eagle was produced in tribute to Vitor, Supreme Leader of the Astra Militarum.

The cheers of the crowd reached a climax, and Vito smiled as he looked at the streaks of colorful smoke. In his ears, gunshots also came from the headphones, an extremely precise sniper rifle shot.

No one present knew that at almost the same time, dozens of high-ranking imperial officials died at the same time, the deputy minister of the Ministry of Military Affairs was beaten to death in a car, the cardinal of the state church unexpectedly fell from the top of the church, and the representative of the lord of the Rogue Trader While having dinner with his family at home, he was shot dead along with his wife and children by his cousin who was cooperating with the Inquisition.

During the meeting, the Admiral and his henchmen were shot collectively by Callidus assassins disguised as substitute adjutants, while the Grand Inquisitor of the Ministry of Justice was hung on a high wall with a noose around his neck, and the Navigator's Astrology Master Zhe and the Tutor of the Academy of Astrology were killed by the same Chusalis assassin. The foundry chief of the Adeptus Mechanicus stationed in Terra suddenly overloaded his brain program and his brain exploded and died.

The source of all coups, the Executive Chairman of the Ministry of Government, was personally executed by the leader of the assassins, Master Eva. After finding the letter that Vito wanted, he was buried in a sea of ​​fire with his whole family in his own mansion, just as she got Command, baptism of fire.

Before dawn, all the cultist strongholds that cooperated with the rebels had been bloodbathed by the Astartes squads, and the Everson Assassins also participated in the operation, staining the dawn, and now the sunshine, with blood.

But no one knew all this. The only thing people could see on his face was a smile. Under the sun, there was a piercing smile. "This is a dark age, an age of deception. You have heard too much about it." The promise of the future, the promise of a prosperous life, the promise of peace. Is what Guilliman just said true? I can't say. In the past ten thousand years, you have seen and heard too many high-sounding things. Too many lies from those in power.”

"However, the empire did not collapse because of those lies, and those vicious rumors did not defeat mankind. Ten thousand years ago, when I stood here, everything was about to collapse, but ten thousand years later, I once again Standing here, watching you, loyal people

I am not a philosopher, let alone a person as knowledgeable as Guilliman. In fact, I am not much smarter than you. It is you who made me understand that the reason why mankind survives is not relying on Superman, not Relying on powerful divine power, if it were, then I wouldn’t be standing here.”

"Some people chose to betray because they believed in that power. Wealth and power represent everything. They faithfully believed in this and finally made their choice. But they were wrong. The real power of human beings does not come from where, but, trust

This is a very valuable quality. In these ten thousand years, in this long night, human character will be worn away. Greed, selfishness and arrogance have swallowed up many people. "

As he spoke, he stood on the rostrum, overlooking the crowd below. The sound of breaking in came from the earphones, followed by the sound of a burst of bolters, and finally a simple summary reply.

"Torpedoes to be found, all targets to be annihilated."

"But you, even if you faced countless deceptions, faced the demonic and monstrous galaxy, you all believed in the people around you. Faced with the temptation, promises and commitments, you chose to believe, believe in what you have always believed in, believe Yourself, your friends, your hands, that's where the power comes from."

A sniper rifle sounded, and the official who walked down the stairs was shot in the head. The colleagues behind him panicked, but they were also shot through the head one by one and fell to the ground, leaving blood along the stairs.

"Those who chose to betray, they chose the wrong path, greed made them regard the reflection in the pool as the sun in the sky, and they will pay the price for it, but you, those who the traitors laughed at, are in the end Standing here."

"I don't want to say too much, and I'm not good at speaking, but you guys made me understand something, and I hope you can understand it too."

While he was speaking, Eisenstein walked up to the last cultist. He was lying on the ground, looking at the tall Astartes in front of him in horror. He raised the battle ax in his hand and pointed it at the cultist on the ground. Cultist, in his screams.

Vito smiled and put his palms on the table, "Trust will always be rewarded, and betrayal is never a good choice, because the new era will abandon those people, and now, for you, welcome to this A new era, long live the empire of mankind."