Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

The lion's face split from the center, and the steel door roared open. This is also the end of the corridor road. Behind the door is the end of the journey, the giant rock.

When I first entered the giant rock, the first impression here was one word, quiet. Everything was shrouded in silence. There was only the low chanting of hymns from afar and the faint smell of incense burners. Everything else was in a mysterious silence, as if the nine realms did not belong here.

And here, at the end of the trestle road, behind the lion's door, at the end of the sitting lion statue and the long steps of the arch, there were two warriors waiting here. One of them wore a winged helmet and a huge two-handed knight sword on his waist, revealing majesty and unquestionable authority.

There was another person, with a gray beard and a mysterious hood on his head. Under the brim of the hat was a face that could be called old even among the Space Marines, but this did not affect him. The man was still burly and his eyes were like torches.

The warrior in front, wearing a winged helmet, looked up at the two people who were approaching, "Welcome to the Rock, brothers, on behalf of the Dark Angels, I welcome you." "We are honored to be received by Chapter Master Azrael himself." Bell nodded to Chapter Master Azrael, stopped in front of him and also paid tribute to the old warrior on the other side, "I think this is the famous Chief Priest of Dale, salute you." "My honor, precious brother, I am honored that you recognize me." The old priest's voice is deep and authoritative. Although he is old, he still has the power of a lion. "Your reputation is well-known and should be known by everyone. Even after you return to the throne, your reputation will be passed down through the ages." Bell said with respect, and this earned Dale's respect. He nodded to the young warrior, "You should do the same, precious brother Bell." "It seems that you also recognize us." Eisenstein spoke in a low voice and looked at Azrael. The latter nodded, but his gestures were like a lion, revealing a solemn and unshakable sense of power. "Our chapter priest received the star message, which informed us of your visit, including your identity, so we came here to welcome you, the Marshal's messenger." "It's an honor, Chapter Master." While Eisenstein was talking to Azrael, Bell observed the surrounding environment. He almost forgot that the giant rock was essentially the remnant of Caliban, the only part left after the supernova explosion. It was protected by the chapter's monastery shield and became the last part of Caliban, like a piece of broken earth, so it was called the giant rock. This place is essentially a monastery of the war group, not a warship, so everything around it does not have the steel feeling of a naval ship, but is built with rocks, making it more solemn and sacred. The hymns floating in the distance have shrouded this place in a mysterious feeling that is not well known to outsiders.

But according to Lancelot, even the people here can hardly say that they really understand the giant rock. Lancelot has been trained and raised here since he was a child, but he can't say that he knows all aspects of the giant rock. There are too many mysteries here, and many mysterious places that have never been discovered.

"I am very happy to see the Dark Angels in Damocles Bay, Chapter Master, your arrival has brought valuable troops." Bell said again after the observation, which in return Azriel's movements were very small, almost difficult to see, but with enough to be felt, and the authoritative nod that could not be questioned.

Bell had heard that Azrael was the youngest Chapter Master at present. He had been the Chapter Master for less than a hundred years, but there was no doubt that this Chapter Master was no less capable than any old warrior. Looking at his eyes, you would know that he was an outstanding warrior. Only in this way could he gain a foothold in the Dark Angels, an ancient and glorious Chapter.

"We are honored to respond to the call and come here to fight side by side with the voters and warriors of the Empire to defend his glory." "Indeed, respectable Azrael, you have brought the glory of the Emperor, but why let it flicker in such a deep void?" Bell responded, "The Marshal is looking forward to meeting you on the capital planet, which is shrouded in the darkness of despair. The shadow brought by the aliens has shrouded the hearts of the people on the planet. Now only the regiment can bring light to pierce the darkness." "Tyrael Munda, continue the support of the Space Marines. The aliens are already approaching the border and the situation is critical. Why hasn't the regiment gone yet?" Obviously, Captain Eisenstein, as the son of Dorn, does not have a high literary literacy. He prefers simple, but plain language. This removes the mist that shrouds the conversation between the Dark Angels and the Ultramarines. Bell looked at Eisenstein with a little uneasiness, but Azrael was calm, his eyes flickering between the hoods between the wing helmets. "Our forces are scattered and we are unable to gather our strength. We can only consider the next step after the mission is over." "What kind of mission? Clear out the pirates? This is a futile effort, Chapter Master." "I think what Chapter Master Eisenstein means is that clearing out the pirates will have little effect and will delay the Chapter's precious military strength."

Bell quickly added to polish the words of the straight-tempered Son of Dorne. He turned his attention to Chapter Leader Azrael, "The pirates have been unable to be exterminated all year round. This is an undoubted fact for the Empire. The Imperial Navy has been fighting against them for many years, and it has not been able to do so." Able to deal with the threat of pirates and invest the precious troops of the Chapter in it. No offense to the most expensive Chapter Master, but please allow me to use this word, stupid. If I offend you, please."

"There is no need to ask for forgiveness, my brother, how can you question the right words? How can you be offended?" Azrael said calmly, his expression did not change at all, like a sleeping lion, staring at the grassland territory. All living beings above.

"Investing space warriors against pirates will not have any effect, but we have no choice but to do so. There is a serious shortage of imperial ships in this system. If left unchecked, pirates will become rampant and openly attack many weak settlements. , and the transport fleet sailing in the galaxy will also be destroyed, and the capital planet will also lose valuable supplies. The lack of food and many important supplies will inevitably lead to riots and further weaken the defense of the galaxy. "

Azrael spoke with reason and reason, and his words made it even more difficult to doubt him. His words were blameless, "Currently, the only effective navy in the galaxy is the Dark Angels, so we have no choice and must invest in it. Contain the attacks of pirates and aliens, and keep the many planets in the system safe until the Imperial Navy and other ships aiming for the glory of the Emperor arrive to support us.”

Azrael's words were so perfect and logically consistent that it would be difficult to see the flaws. If that person hadn't been familiar with the galaxy situation and the massive Ministry of Government information, but fortunately, Ragnar once commented on Bell. As an insect that grows in books, although this has some derogatory connotations, it also has a positive connotation.

"Chapter Commander, Damocles Bay has lacked development for many years. It is inaccessible and inaccessible. Most of the planets are self-sufficient, and this is especially true for the capital planet. It has never needed external transportation to survive. In fact, across the planets, The merchant fleet in the period has also stopped due to the tense situation, and there are no longer any ships that need escort and protection. "

As soon as Bell's words came out, there was a moment of silence. Pastor Dyer looked at him with surprise but admiration, and Azrael's micro-expression also changed briefly. It was only for a moment, so small that no one could see it clearly. But I think Bell got the point right.

"The capital planet does not need shipping to avoid riots. In fact, all inter-planetary shipping has been terminated so far. Even if pirates are rampant, they are destined to not gain anything. What awaits them is only the cold Milky Way."

"But many small colonial planets that lack protection will face catastrophe. Brother Bell, is this what the Emperor wishes? Is this the way of mercy he taught us? Is it the responsibility of the Space Marines?" Dyer The pastor intervened in the topic, his words were sharp and hard to deny.

Bell nodded, and nodded to Dyer with regret, "What you said is undeniable, priest, the Emperor did teach us this, but the Emperor also taught us that the ultimate purpose of the Space Marines is to protect the continuation of humanity. , and as long as the capital planet exists, those destroyed planets will be rebuilt in the future, and the hard-working people of Damocles will recreate the glory of the emperor. However, if the planet's capital falls, no matter how many colonies exist, they are just waiting to be slaughtered. Fish meat.”

"The kindness of the Dark Angels is certainly respectable, and I can only blame myself for this, but I must also admit frankly that the Dark Angels Chapter cannot protect all colonies, especially when the central capital of the entire galaxy falls, then, At that time, people will be the slaves, and I won’t be the one to eat the meat.”

"Only by keeping the capital planet, many colonies will have a future, and the light of the Emperor will continue to shine among the stars." Bell raised his head and said frankly that the priest's words were quite reasonable, but the son of Guilliman was even more irrefutable. All words are spoken by the truth, even the blind and deaf cannot ignore it, or even deny it.

This is the purpose of Vito asking Bell to come here. He has studied the art of eloquence since he was a child. When he was on Macragge, he was able to argue with the most knowledgeable elders on the planet. His words were like the sharp teeth of truth. , enough to pierce all hypocrisy and lies.

Azrael looked at Bell in silence, his eyes slightly closed, and Eisenstein on the side also took advantage of the victory and said, "What Brother Bell said is absolutely true, and it is the truth. This is what the Emperor hopes, and what the Marshal hopes. The battle group regrouped and headed to the capital planet to answer the call."

The Dark Angels did not answer and remained silent, like lions protecting treasures, unwilling to leave their lair. Bell stared at Azriel's eyes for a while and frowned slightly, "You are unwilling to give up now." There is a mission, chapter leader. Are there any important targets or even threats that the pirates have to face? "

As soon as these words came out, Bell observed a trance that lasted only a moment. The reaction lasted only milliseconds. Even Eisenstein could not detect it, but Bell saw it as he said, and he confirmed his judgment.

Azrael also seemed to be aware of this. The lion cast his eyes, which seemed to have thousands of fangs and sharp teeth. The atmosphere became silent, and a sense of silence enveloped the world. Even the hymn in the distance was here. It gradually became silent.

The two looked at each other, confronting each other head-on, with cold light shining between their eyes, fiercely fighting each other's minds for a moment of hesitation and wavering, but in the end, the silence was broken, and someone came.

Heavy footsteps came from a distance, and the figure appeared at the top of the stairs, and then walked down. It was a tall man, wearing a mysterious robe, his face hidden under a mask, and beads around his neck. Six rosary beads are arranged on it.

He brought a sense of threat, along with himself, along with an uneasy atmosphere, as if it was the incarnation of death, followed by pain, and even his breathing was as piercing as an icy abyss.

"Priest Azmodai, do you two know him?" Azriel asked, the tension of the confrontation slightly weakened, Bell looked at the disturbing interrogating priest and nodded in awe, "I have heard about you. Name, interrogation priest Azmodai."

"Nice to meet you." Azmodai's words were like ice, emotionless and inhumane. They were as steely as the war hammer on his waist, and the only thing he felt when he touched them was pain.

He went to Azrael and whispered in Azrael's ear. The language he used was not any language that Bell knew. It was not High Gothic, nor Low Gothic, nor even any known language. Finally, Bell realized that he heard a word.

“Les ailes Dood Wing”

Bell seemed to have heard this word from Lancelot before. It was not the language of Cologne, where he was born. In fact, Lancelot once admitted that he had long forgotten the language of his hometown and only had a slight accent. , is still with him as the final proof of the land of his origin.

No, he had heard that language spoken by Lancelot when he prayed before the battle. At that time, Olaf was also performing an ancient blessing ceremony in the ancient language of the battle group's hometown, and Lancelot was on his right. , chanting the same ancient words that are inaudible and unreasonable.

It can be guessed that it is the long-lost Caliban language. That language has long disappeared with the planet. Nowadays, there are not many people who are familiar with it, and most of them are the Dark Angels. Now, they use Caliban again. language conversation, just because they don’t want others to understand their conversation.

After a while, the conversation ended, and Azmodai retreated behind the chapter leader. The latter looked up, and pulled out the sword blade from his waist. The cold light flashed, making people step back in shock, but he did not intend to chop. Instead of cutting anyone or anything, he stood the sword in front of him, holding it in the hands of the Chapter Leader, standing majestically under the statue of the lion.

"As you have said unshakably, the Dark Angels will answer the Marshal's call, the companies will regroup, and the Sons of Lawn will come to Tyril Munda with the roar of lions, and all filth will be eradicated. "

The Chapter Master's words are like the roar of a lion, like the trumpet of war. From there, he spreads across the vast starry sky. At that time, tens of millions of warships will reunite, like a pride of lions pounce on their prey.

"Then it will be like this, as the Emperor wishes." Eisenstein said solemnly with his head raised, Azriel also held the hilt of his sword tightly and said with his head raised, "As the Emperor wishes."

He did not notice the subtle changes in Bell's expression, just because Bell understood some meanings in the ancient Caliban language. He had already known the usage rules and meanings of this ancient language from Lancelot over the years, so , he heard such a sentence in it.

"Them, with the Tau."