Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

The shining stars shoot down their brilliance from among the stars. Those lights turn into a long river on an astronomical scale. Human beings have observed it in ancient times. When the apes on the grassland looked up for the first time, they He saw the big river for the first time. In the years that followed, he had many names.

People in the East call it the Celestial Palace, and the Brahma people at the foot of the Himalayas call it the Celestial Road. The distant residents believe that it is the Rainbow Bridge, leading to the residence of the gods, but now, humans call it the Milky Way.

It became the origin of human myths and legends, stories about the stars and unknown places. In the end, the stories turned into legends, and the legends turned into myths. Many people believed that it was the palace of the gods, which was forbidden to mortals. The place.

But now, a large ship is sailing in the Milky Way. Its huge hull is covered with colorful glass windows, exquisite statues and magnificent buildings. If it appears in the sky above some wild world, the locals will definitely regard it as a giant. The ship of the gods, it is believed that it carries the gods to the palace among the stars.

But this does not belong to gods. Eisenstein never thought of himself as a god. Mortals always called him an angel, a descendant of the God Emperor, and a demigod among the stars. But he knew that he was not a god.

As far as the other brothers he knew had nothing to do with the concept of God, even those beings called gods by the Astartes, after a long period of contact, Eisenstein secretly believed that they were not related to the true concept. There is no difference between humans.

Is there really a god in this world? Perhaps only the Emperor and the daemons of the Warp could be called gods, but he refused to identify with the latter, preferring to worship the Emperor, like most of his battle brothers.

But sometimes, Eisenstein really hoped that there was a god who could walk among them and listen to their pain and sorrow. Eisenstein walked under the stars, and the light illuminated the corridor through the glass. Outside the window, the majestic The big ship is sailing across the surface of the Milky Way, its hull passing through the stars floating like gravel, leaving a long wake.

The radiance of the stars shines on it, in its body, and on the wall beside it. There are many reliefs on it, and the most eye-catching one is the emperor in the center of the wall. He is majestic, tall, and has a beautiful face. Majestic and sad, the halo above his head shimmered with golden light under the light. He stared at the distant stars, and wherever he looked, the star torches shone.

The arm was carved out of the wall and stretched out towards the endless Milky Way. The ships sailed along the place he pointed to. Ten thousand years of sailing and ten thousand years of exploration have never ended.

Beside him, Malcador holding the scepter was also there. The eternal hero Malcador wore a long robe. The starlight penetrated the robe and lit up his face. He stood beside the emperor, Look up at the thousands of galaxies with him.

On the other side, Vito held the sword at his waist. His gorgeous battle robe was finely carved. On his chest, symbols carved with colorful gems were arranged together, twinkling in the starlight.

It was the emblem of nine chapters, from the shoulders down, lined with Salamanders, White Scars, Ultramarines, Raven Guard, Iron Hands, Dark Angels, Blood Angels, and of course, Eisenstein The symbol on the shoulder, the Fist of the Empire.

It symbolizes Vito's identity. In the past, there were twenty signs shining on his chest. It was a glorious era, but it has long gone, as if disappearing into the night of the Milky Way. Now, they surround But there were only nine left in his chest.

Vito wore a crown on his head, and the golden wheat-eared crown flashed on his head. The crown had long disappeared, just like those legions, but fortunately, some of the last memories were preserved. On the wall, he stood on the Emperor Beside him, the God Emperor's arm was on his shoulder. The two brothers of human civilization stood together and looked at the distant stars.

On both sides of them are the statues of the nine Primarchs, the majestic Lion, the majestic Guilliman, the radiant and benevolent Sanguinius, the mysterious Khan, the strong Leman Russ, and others.

Eisenstein stopped and stroked the arm of the statue in front of him. The three-dimensional carved arm was branded with an iron fist, which was the same as the one on Eisenstein's shoulder, the fist of the empire.

He stood there, raising his head majestically on the wall, looking at the boundless universe with his brothers and his father. Eisenstein looked up at his face, the face under the bright light of the stars.

"Father." Eisenstein greeted in a low voice. Roger Donne on the wall did not answer him. He looked into the distance. He stood under the starlight, as if he had always been there, gazing at everything in the world in the starlight.

Eisenstein looked at him, his eyes forever looking into the distance, "Father, bless the brothers, your sons, look at us, witness their sacrifice in your name, for you, for the Lord of the Earth."

Eisenstein looked up at him and said, but Donne was still looking into the distance, looking at the other side of the stars, always paying attention there, standing by the wall with his brothers and fathers.

"Thousands of sacrifices. The blood of the sons of Dorne dyed the sun of the throne red. Did you see it? In his palace, did you see it?" Eisenstein said solemnly. He received the order to summon him back. That was a star language, transmitted here across the sea of ​​stars.

But it is not a joyful call, not news that can hold a banquet and celebrate with all the battle brothers. It is victory, but it is also sad news. Even the stars will probably be eclipsed after hearing it. , the emperor's tears will turn into heavy rain to water the land of the throne.

The Imperial Fists were on the verge of extinction, and Terra's Iron Guard paid a heavy price in the third war to defend the Sol Sector. Dorn's mortal enemies, the sons of Perturabo, invaded the Sol Sector, and in the first place Under the guidance of the Demon Prince Be'lak, they found a secret subspace passage and sneaked into the inner solar system.

Just like many years ago, the wave of rebellion rushed towards Terra, but there was no longer a guardian on the throne world. The Solar System Fleet was summoned by Guilliman and left the throne world to join the Indomitable Crusade, and the golden armor guarding the throne The guards also ended the ten thousand-year ban under the order of the Son of Vengeance, left the throne, and entered a new battlefield. Only a few guards remained in the throne world.

There is only one force in the entire solar system. The sons of Dorn, the Iron Guards of Terra, and the Imperial Fists are determined to defend the Throne World. They drive the Mountain Formation and lead all the brothers who remain on the Throne World on Jupiter. In the space, a bloody battle started with the traitors.

On that day, the powerful Phalanx faced a place several times its own. The beam shot into the deep void. The explosion light lit up the entire universe. Countless tears spilled into the universe. Blood and tears dyed the sun on the throne red.

During the Battle of Jupiter, with the help of the Gray Knights Company, they successfully repelled the invaders and once again defended the Throne World, but the price was also heavy.

The Chapter Master of the Imperial Fists, Eisenstein's familiar brother four hundred years ago was Imperial Greg Desian. In the battle with Be'lak, he pierced the blasphemous Demon Prince, but he was also stabbed by the Demon Blade. Pierced the heart, and after banishing the Demon Prince, his soul returned to the throne.

On that day, in the morning light of the human home system, when the sun rose again, hundreds of Imperial Fists warriors went to the throne. Their death made all their brothers proud, and the Eye of the Emperor witnessed their death. sacrifice.

The last survivor of the Imperial Fists, Captain of the Third Company, Thor Galadon took over the position of Chapter Master. On the battle-damaged mountain formation, he addressed all the Sons of Dorne among the stars, The sub-groups of the Imperial Fists issued a callback order. The Imperial Fists and the Iron Guard of Terra will not and must not die just like this.

Just as they were rebuilt during the Beast Wars many years ago, the Imperial Fists' sub-groups were called upon to return to the solar system. The one who received this order was Eisenstein. He looked up at Dorn's majestic figure and looked at his Face, Eisenstein let out a long sigh, his fingers slid down his arms, and he walked along the starlit corridor. At the end of it was a door, a tall wooden door, with carved holes on the surface. The traces show the majestic figure of the Golden Throne.

Behind the door, starlight shines in from the long observation window at the top. They fall from high and illuminate the throne in the magnificent cathedral. The golden throne shines in the starlight. On that throne, the emperor's The colossus sat there, countless candlelights burning at his feet, and parchments filled with prayers were spread there.

Eisenstein walked in from the side door next to the throne. He walked from the bench and stood in front of the emperor's throne. He looked up at the flawless face in the light and knelt down on one knee, "God Emperor, Human Lord, my Father, guide me and tell me what I should choose?”

"Only you can decide."

A man's voice sounded from behind the throne, and he came out, holding a lighted candle in his hand. The dancing firelight illuminated his face and the eagle pendant on his chest.

"Father."