Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

As the star of the galaxy reaches its highest point, the sun shines on everyone in the central square of the rock, at the very center of the grand monastery, surrounded by towering walls, palaces, and stone sculptures overlooking all living beings.

Hatted angels holding swords stood around, silently overlooking the people below. The Dark Angels gathered here, as well as Lancelot's sub-regiment warriors, Primaris Space Marines and Founding Space Marines. Gathered.

Ryan is also here. He stands at the front of the crowd, followed by Azrael, Cypher, Lancelot and others. They and many veterans are silently behind the Lion King.

A black crow fell from the sky and stood on the shoulder of the statue. Celestine noticed it below and looked back.

The crow looked at her with its blue-black eyes, flapped its wings and made a cry that only she could hear. Celestine nodded slightly.

The soldiers around her were talking and showing surprise at the Dark Angels being imprisoned in the distance. Today was their death day, but no one had any fear on their face.

They were chained together calmly, staring ahead. As footsteps came, they looked over with the surrounding warriors.

Luther walked in. Unexpectedly, he was not wearing a torture device, but was walking like a free man. Vito was behind him, and there were two Dark Angel guards holding spears.

They walked from the edge and came to the open-air square under the starry sky. The guillotine had already been set up here, and the silver lion lay on the ground, holding up the sunken place.

Asmodai stood there, responsible for the execution. Dark Angel veterans holding swords surrounded him, separating the execution platform from the surroundings.

Vito came over with Luther. They walked side by side, looking like they were sending friends away. The soldiers on both sides looked at Luther on both sides of the road, and Ryan also watched him silently. , the dark angel holding a spear followed him and led him to the guillotine.

Luther was escorted to that place. He looked at his fellow fallen angels who were imprisoned on the side. They were very calm, with no fear in their eyes, as if there was a sailboat sailing on the sea without strong winds, sailing into the distance.

After looking at each other for a moment, Luther nodded slightly, and then was pushed down to his knees by Asmodai on the side, and his head was placed on the guillotine.

Luther knelt on the ground and closed his eyes. The interrogating priest Asmodai beside him took the broad knight's sword from the hands of others. He raised it high and aimed at Luther's neck, preparing to chop it down.

He was stopped, and Vito raised his hand to signal him to stop.

"I come."

The soldiers present looked at each other. The Supreme Marshal wanted to carry out the execution himself? He is the emperor's executioner, so there is nothing surprising in theory, but is Luther really worthy of him?

But questioning is not the Astartes' bounden duty. They are weapons. It is not up to them to decide when to wield them or to whom. After hearing this, Asmodai nodded silently, put down his sword and stepped aside.

Vito walked up and took Asmodai's original position. He looked at Celestine in the crowd behind him and stretched out a hand. The latter came over and handed him the flaming sword on his waist. .

Vito pulled out his sword, and the fire ignited instantly. He raised the red sword and pointed it at the back of Luther's neck. The latter smiled and closed his eyes.

"Wait a minute," someone shouted.

People looked and it was Ryan, looking towards Vito.

"Supreme Marshal, can I carry out the execution?" he asked. "Those who sentence others to death should also shoulder the responsibility of seeing him off."

Luther opened his eyes. That was what he had told Ryan. He looked up at Ryan. The two looked at each other as if they had said a lot of words. Finally, Luther smiled, very proudly.

Vito and Ryan looked at each other, "Is this what you want?"

"yes."

Vito put down his sword and stepped back. Ryan stepped forward and stood on the edge of the guillotine. He drew out the Lion Sword from his waist. The huge sword shone coldly under the light of the galaxy.

Ryan raised his sword high and aimed it at the back of Luther's neck. He looked at the old man below, but the latter smiled.

He looked at Ryan proudly, and instantly traveled through time and space, meeting the child in the tree hole, "You have grown up."

Luther said calmly, like a father, looking at his son, Vito looked at Ryan, he noticed that the lion king's cold face wavered briefly, and in the eyes that were always frozen, the ice and snow melted in an instant.

But Ryan still raised his sword and said nothing. Luther smiled at him and closed his eyes.

"Goodbye, my boy."

"Goodbye, Luther, father."

With the sound of the sword peak breaking through the air, Luther saw only darkness. The deepest darkness enveloped everything around him, just like the prison where he was once imprisoned.

But gradually, a golden light shot into the darkness, piercing the hazy darkness, and Luther opened his eyes.

He stood on a calm sea. There were no waves or disturbances in the sea under his feet. Only golden light fell from the sky and shone on it, like a mirror.

Luther saw his own appearance in the reflection at his feet. He had changed. He was no longer the old man with white hair, but back to the young knight he once was.

Wearing snow-white armor, the armor of the Caliban Knights, not the Dark Angel's, but his cloak is tattooed with the Dark Angel's sword wings.

The sound of crow's wings sounded from far away. Luther looked up and saw a man standing on a boat. It was a golden crow with feathers as bright as the sun.

Wearing a cloak with his face hidden underneath, and holding a flaming scepter in his skull-like hand, he stood in front of the boat, where he waited for Luther.

He raised a hand and signaled Luther to come over. Luther looked back. In the distance, he looked back at countless memories, and then walked away.

Luther boarded the boat and sat down as the boat rocked. The hooded man behind him propped up the boat and started sailing. The crow flapped its wings and looked into the distance.

The man in the cloak held the scepter in his hand and pushed the boat towards the far side of the golden sea. The golden sun rose at the end of the other side of the sea.

"Where are you taking me?" Luther asked.

"You won't go to my palace, and you won't want to, but you won't go to the purgatory of the subspace either." The boatman said, rowing the boat.

"After everything, are you still willing to give me a ride?"

“There is a beginning and an end.”

Luther sat on the bow of the boat, feeling everything in his mind dissipate with the waves of the boat. He felt his body getting lighter and lighter, turning into light and dissipating around him.

"I still hate you." Luther said on the boat, casually. He didn't answer, only the raven on his shoulder was chirping.

Luther smiled and looked into the distance, "But you gave me a good son."

"You also gave me a good warrior."

"Goodbye, Luther Als."

As the man spoke, the crow on his shoulder flew up. It screamed and flew to the far shore. The boat followed behind, and Luther sat on the boat.

Luther sailed into the distance. On that golden shore, there was no golden throne, no palace of glory, no fire of purgatory and no gate to hell.

But there, in the light, in the crow of the raven, Luther Als's story ended.