Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

The splendid colorful rays of the Milky Way shine from the depths of the starry sky. They shine on the towering buildings of the Emperor-class battleship. The statue of an angel wearing a battle robe and spreading his wings forward with a holy sword is bathed in the light. The stars on his face are twinkling. .

Starlight shines on the barrel of the macro cannon, as if covered with a layer of gravel. The towering light spear barrel stands in the light of the universe, like a tower of Babel leading to the sky, casting a wide shadow down. , it left a long shadow on the wide deck on the side of the battleship.

The shadow passed between the Thunderhawks parked here. They stood quietly under the starlight, sleeping in the gorgeous and dazzling light. The entire battleship fell silent, and only one servitor walked across the deck. , stretching its long shadow on the ground.

He walked stiffly step by step, walking under the starlight. The long hose on his abdomen was penetrated by the light, and the liquid in it shimmered. The empty eyes on the dull face seemed to come alive under the starlight. Come here.

Eisenstein stood next to the Thunderhawk and looked at him. He sat on the hatch of the Thunderhawk that had been lowered. His wrinkled face seemed much younger under the starlight. He seemed to have gone back in time, sitting on the aircraft of the Mountain Array. In the library, I looked up at the stars and thought about everything in the thousands of galaxies.

He remembered that he liked to look at the sky when he was a child. At that time, the sky in Terra was always shrouded in haze. He had to climb very high, climbing to the top of the church with his childhood friends whose names he had forgotten. Tower, slip through the statues, grab the eaves and climb to the towering top.

Countless stars twinkled in the dark sky there, and they would give them names. That was because Eisenstein didn't know what was there yet, and had only the best illusions about the unknown starry sky.

He imagined that at the other end of the universe, when he looked up at the star, there was another child looking up at him. Only when he grew up did he realize that those stars were the hottest stars, the hottest sun. There is no life up there at all.

When he was older, when he joined the battle group and took a battleship into the starry sky for the first time, he realized that there were no dreams in that world, there was no child who looked up to each other like him, and there were only endless enemies waiting for him. , looking up, there are enemies everywhere.

But Eisenstein still looked up at the stars, not because of fantasy, but because of a desire. Even though he knew there were endless monsters and monsters there, Eisenstein still wanted to look at the stars and look for things that might never exist. Stars, up there, there will be a child looking at him in the starry sky.

He would also look at the sky during the battle, believing that the child was looking at him, and he would win, not only for himself, but also for the child he had never met and perhaps would never meet.

Eisenstein looked at the servitor and his eyes. The soulless face that had been lobotomized seemed to have a soul. He stopped and looked at the Milky Way sky outside the hangar, and looked into the distance.

Could that be that kid? Just like the one on Terra, looking up at the stars, and finally entering the universe with him in a strange way.

"Eisenstein, I didn't expect to see you here." The sound of footsteps followed by a deep voice interrupted Eisenstein's thoughts. He pulled away from his imagination and looked at the man. The power he was wearing Their armor flashed in the starlight, and they wore a gray wolfskin cloak on their shoulders, which was the unique symbol of their legion.

Under the capital's cloak, the wolf is always roaring, just like his name, always galloping in space, bringing the primitive roar and roar of mankind to that place.

"Olav, old wolf, you haven't slept yet? It's already very late." Eisenstein asked sitting on the door of the Thunderhawk, holding a book in his hand. Olaf came over, "No, I came here to take a look. The Milky Way, it’s something I never tire of.”

"Yes, it is beautiful, just as beautiful as when humans first entered the universe many years ago, tempting us to fly into its depths." Eisenstein sighed with emotion, looking at the nebulae in the distance. Deep down, it was like a sandbank, sparkling in the distant moonlight.

Olaf sat next to Eisenstein, and he caught a glimpse of the book in Eisenstein's hand, "But we also miss home. The farther we fly, the deeper we miss home."

Olaf reached out and approached the book. Eisenstein did not refuse and handed the book to Olaf. The latter opened it and started reading. There were many pictures, illustrations or photos on it. Towers, magnificent city buildings, the sun rises over the desert, and the golden morning light pierces the first ray of light in the darkness before dawn.

The old wolf looked through the book and touched a photo with his fingers. It was a beautiful photo. The person who took them was a real photography master. He preserved Terra's most beautiful moment in the picture forever, making that beautiful Never fade away.

"Terra is still so beautiful. I visited once many years ago when I was just a priest recruit. I was honored and appreciated and sent to Terra to be trained as a psyker. I stayed there. After many years, the glory of the throne still exists in my heart."

"I'm lucky, compared to many psykers." Olaf hesitated, stopping the words in his throat, as if it was some kind of taboo, something that should never be mentioned.

"It is beautiful there. I grew up there. The blood of Terrans flows in my bones. They say it is the purest human blood. We are also proud of it, but I am not offending your hometown. ,brother."

Eisenstein apologized and nodded to Olaf, but the latter smiled, closed the book, and looked at the stars, as if to find his one among the thousands of stars.

"I know that many people think Fenris is a cruel world, but the snowfield there raised me. Just as all Fenrisians will never forget it, neither will I. I will always remember that white snowfield, which is so important to me. To me, it’s the most beautiful place in the universe.”

"I will not forget the Wolf Fang Castle or the towering peaks. I crossed the ice and snow and passed the trial to become a sky warrior. But I will not forget the person who raised me, my mother. She is a strong woman. Like my clan, I will not forget them, and if I forget, I am lost."

"Olav, can I ask you a question?" After pondering for a long time, Eisenstein asked in a low voice, and Olaf nodded, "Ask, brother, if I can answer it."

Eisenstein took back the book and looked at the picture above, the towering spiers of Terra, missing the golden city walls, tall buildings, walls and fountains, the brilliance of the throne shining on the top of the Himalayas.

"If you had the chance, you could return to the snowfields of Fenris, would you choose to go back? Leave everything behind just to return to your brothers."

Olaf looked at Eisenstein in silence. The wise old wolf saw the entanglement and pain hidden in his brother's heart under his calm surface. However, he did not point it out directly, but looked towards the deep Milky Way and the wild Fenris. The wolf sat on the hatch of the Thunderhawk, looking at the invisible home in the distance.

"I want to return to the snowy Fenris, stand on the snow again, drink together with my tribal brothers in the banquet hall, go hunting together, and sit by the fire at night to tell each other's wonderful stories. Story, looking at the palace of the ancestors in the northern lights, but I will not go back. The emperor gave me the identity and mission. Being a sky warrior is not only an honor, but also a responsibility."

Eisenstein was silent for a long time, then slowly raised his head and stroked the Monastery of the Phalanx in the book. The Phalanx in the photo was bathed in the light of the sun and rising with the dawn, "Is this the call of a true brother? ? The call of blood."

After listening, the old wolf looked at the starry sky. The two old warriors sat together on the hatch of the Thunder Eagle, looking at the boundless universe. There was no need to say anything, he understood.

The servitor walked in front, passing under the sandbank-like starlight, and the footsteps echoed in their ears, "What should I do? Old wolf, how should I choose? The mission given to me by the emperor, my responsibility, Where do I go to fulfill the identity He has given me.”

"This is a difficult choice, brother, I know." Old Wolf pressed Eisenstein's shoulder and nodded to him, "I have also made choices. When other brothers needed me, I faced choices, but I responded to the blood The wolves were calling me, and I decided to answer their call.”

The two old warriors looked at each other, the starlight shone between them, and through that light they looked into each other's eyes, "But no matter what, no matter what choice you make, you will always be my brother, This will not change. It is an iron law, just like the sun. It cannot be changed. Although you were born in Terra and I was born in Fenris, time and space cannot separate us. The same thing flows in our veins. No matter where we are, blood connects us."

"Thank you, brother. It is my eternal honor to be a blood brother with you." "That's mine too, brother." Eisenstein also pressed the old wolf's shoulders, and then he stood up and bathed in the starlight. Down, looking at the distant starry sky.

Eisenstein left, walking under the starlight, gradually fading away on the starlit sandbank, "Have you made a decision? Brother." "Not yet, I need to ask someone." "Who could that be? Marshal? "No, not him, but our common father."