Warhammer Inquisitor

The Starport Fortress Fortress has a wide side hall. Almost every empire fortress, battleship and military base has such a place. It is prepared for those high-ranking officers and imperial nobles who are serving again.

Here you can intuitively see the endless and magnificent Milky Way through the huge tilted hanging windows, as well as various abnormal but spectacular astronomical phenomena in the dark night sky, composed of huge star clusters rising like giant pillars of the star world. Giant pillars, surrounded by dark background, pull out the rotating nebula with long wave borders and other beautiful wonders.

This has a unique appeal to many imperial naval officers. After all, as a navy sailing the galaxy under the light of the emperor, who doesn't have a romantic desire for the galaxy? So there is this kind of place, a large viewing platform that is very suitable for expressing poetry, painting and other elegant aristocratic hobbies.

Of course, it is also very suitable for picking up girls. Vito has had a lot of such places where he "talked about the Milky Way" with female captains of the navy. The very spacious talk is also due to the fact that the ground here is still very spacious.

But it's obviously not suitable for chatting here today, especially not for picking up girls. After all, who would talk about philosophy of life in a place full of battleship explosions, wreckage landslides, atmospheric orbits, and being hit by shells at any time.

Vito looked at the galactic battlefield outside the window, his eyes jumped on the flying battleships outside the window, they spewed out the bright flames of their propellers and flew past the window, flying across the fiery night sky to the side of the planet's orbit, on the planet's twilight line In the direction of the battlefield, the constantly flickering explosion flames are rising from the edge of the entire world, like the rising dawn.

"Are you okay? Malakin." Vito asked while standing in front of the window. A huge figure was reflected on the floor-to-ceiling windows beside him. He walked behind Vito in a golden battle armor. Standing silently in the dark space of the observation deck, only the firelight lit by the explosion outside can illuminate his face through the wide hanging window.

Vito's eyes turned aside, staring at the reflection of the face illuminated by the fire on the glass window, who stood in the flames of the explosion and sighed, "I'm all right, my lord, at least I'm still alive , living in disgrace.”

"You're depressed, my friend. My eyes won't deceive me. I know you haven't had a good time." Vito glanced at the person on the reflection, he looked up at Vito and sat down with a sigh On the stone platform beside him, he sat next to the statue of an angel of the empire holding a spear and flying a flag.

Malakin sat down at once, and he put the yellow helmet on the steps beside him. Vito saw that the helmet was full of bullet craters and gaps with tearing wounds, which silently showed that the man who was sitting down with his head bowed A warrior who has fought for the Empire in this dark galaxy for many years, perhaps a lifetime.

But even if he spent his whole life fighting blood and sacrificing blood for the emperor in this dark universe for so long, he still couldn't wash away the heavy, suffocating feeling of oppression on his body, which came from shame and Self-doubt is like a drop of blood and tears, just like the drop of blood on his shoulder armor.

"Are you still regretting what happened to Badab? It's been so long." With his back to Malakin, Vito stood under the fiery starry sky. The firelight shone from the edge of the golden armor, lighting up Looking at the golden eagle spreading its wings on the shoulder armor, the eagle's wings cut the incoming fire light into several pieces and projected them.

Malakin sat on the edge of the shadowed steps, he raised his head, his face was illuminated by the shattered shadow of the holy eagle's wings flickering in the firelight, he looked at the tall giant in front of the window, he stood there speechless , as if the Emperor himself was standing there, listening and witnessing what happened here.

Malakin looked at the stalwart back and was silent for a moment, then the chapter leader let out a long sigh, he lowered his head and put his hands on his knees, "We betrayed the emperor, we betrayed Sanguinius, we Join forces with the enemies of the Empire and join forces with the machinations of Chaos."

"You were deceived, Malakin, and I told you at the trial, and all of you, that it was not your fault, but the real traitor's."

Vito stared at the firelight outside the window, his figure was reflected in the light of the fire, and the edge of his body released a hazy halo, just like a dawn sun rising slowly from the horizon, the light from the dark It shot out slowly from the horizon, but it was still suppressed by the darkness, buried deep in the dusk of the sunset.

"I will always remember and be grateful for your help, my lord. If you hadn't fought hard in the trial and even threatened the Salamander with violence, we, the Executioner Group, and the Mantis Warriors would have long since ceased to exist. gone."

Malakin remembered that during the trial, the Chapter Masters of the Sharkha and Tauren Chapters insisted on the execution of all rebels, all three surrendering Chapters, and their honor and record from the Empire. At that time, there was almost no support for the Wailers and the other two surrendered chapters, and no one dared to support them in front of the two chapter masters.

And as members of the rebel party, they are not even qualified to defend themselves. It seems that the only ending will be that they will fall into the abyss of sin forever after being executed as shameful traitors. The soul of his father, Sanguinius, would no longer be willing to look at them even once.

But in that silent trial seat, only Vito and Tushan, the Chapter Master of the Salamander Chapter, defended them. There was a direct quarrel at the time, which was quite lively but also exciting.

The head of the tauren battle group took out the order scroll of the high lord council and slapped it directly on the table, roaring and warning the audience that the high lord council had ordered him to strictly deal with all rebels, and that strictness meant using rebels His remains warned the rest of the universe of the consequences of betraying Terra.

And Vito directly slapped the Grand Inquisitor's pendant on the table with a bolt gun, and angrily scolded the high lords on the spot for being a group of senile idiots, only a stupid idiot can do that. He would listen to them without thinking, which made the tauren Chapter Master almost declare Vito's heresy on the spot.

In the end, Tushan stepped forward to stop them, and also directly told the representative of the trial court in charge of the trial that the founding group Salamanders opposed the execution of everyone. In the name of the Lord of Fire Dragons the Lizards will refuse to execute and perform what is truly righteous.

It was almost a remonstrance, and there was almost a fight at that time, the tauren and the shark battle group and the salamander, and several sub-groups supporting the start-up battle group, another interstellar battle just after the Badab War Warrior Civil War.

But in the end, Vito settled all these disputes. He prevented the conflict that was about to break out. Vito suggested to the representatives of the Inquisition in the name of the Grand Inquisitor of the Inquisition to replace the general execution with a redemption expedition.

Let the returnees go to the deepest part of the galaxy to fight against the enemies of the empire for a period of one hundred years. During this period, the returnees must continue to fight against the enemies of the empire, and cannot recruit new recruits. If they still have not died after a hundred years, That would mean the Emperor forgave them.

Although this is also very cruel, it will almost certainly mean that all battle groups have to pay a painful price, but it was also the best solution at the time, Malakin knew, because it still represents hope, as long as they can survive that century , then forgiveness can be obtained.

In the end, after another heated discussion, the representatives of the Tribunal accepted this proposal, and finally Vito also persuaded the White Shark and the Tauren to accept, although the final result was that Vito, the White Shark and the Tauren The two chapter masters of the two chapters broke up, and the two sides broke up unhappy, but he also saved three chapters.

Malakin has always been very grateful to Vito for saving his wargroup. In the subsequent Redemption Crusade, Vito has also been secretly helping the Wailers. He quietly used his position as a judge to provide them with various assistance, Supplies, armaments and repair places, etc., especially when the Wailers encountered the Tyranid Hive Fleet later, without the reinforcements brought by Vito, the Wailers would have perished at that time.

"You have completed the redemption expedition and persisted for a hundred years. During this period, you fought bloody battles with countless imperial enemies, saved many imperial worlds, and countless people on them. Why do you Do you still want to repent? You have washed away your shame."

"No, my lord, it's not. Our battle group is still cursed. Doom and curse have enveloped us from the very beginning. Badab is just a part of our cursed destiny. We can't wash away that shame at all. Our Existence is a sin."

Malakin lowered his head and said, he said in a low and sad voice, Vito looked at him in the glass reflection, "You say curse Jianjun again?" "Yes, my lord, curse Jianjun, the name itself has Curse, just like our fate."

Malakin said in a low voice. He looked at the scarred helmet in his hand. It had gone through thousands of years like him. Malakin stared at the countless gaps and damages on it. It had already reached the point of being completely damaged. Edge, like his warband.

"We took part in the Abyssal Crusade, but we returned, and we should have died in the Eye of Terror in that glorious battle, but we returned, and returned with that curse, and died in the glory of the Emperor, Or maybe a group of battle captains who took refuge in the enemy of chaos, but we are the only ones back, perhaps, this itself is a joke made by the evil god of chaos."

Malakin smiled wryly, with an unconcealable sadness in that smile. He smiled wearily, and Vito looked at the reflection on the glass and looked at him silently.

This is what happened to many cursed founding armies, as well as warbands returning after the Abyss Expedition, the reason is very simple, isn't it? Of the many warbands who went to the Eye of Terror Crusade, most of them did not perish in it, defending the glory of the Emperor with the heroic sacrifice of the last man, while others chose to betray, and took refuge in Chaos amidst the whispers of the warp. .

But, you are the only ones who came back from it, you didn't perish, and you didn't fall into chaos? Just come back like this? Who let you back, why, you are back, this suspicion sprouted in everyone's hearts, causing the Wailers and other warbands who managed to come back alive from the abyss expedition to suffer from chaos spies and traitors at any time stigma.

They were targeted, cursed and hostile. Most of the last survivors of the Cursed Army were driven from their homes, or resources, or were forced. Their home world was occupied by those loyal battle groups, and They, like the Weepers, were driven to the farthest corners of the galaxy.

Many wargroups betrayed in this way, not from the chaos pollution in the abyss expedition, but from the hostility of the empire and even their own blood brothers. They were abandoned and betrayed, and in the end, they also Fell into the embrace of Chaos as prophesied.

This is a self-fulfilling prophecy, born of doubt and fulfilled by doubt.

"The brothers don't trust us, and the other warbands don't even want to be in the same room with us, with a group of cursed children of darkness who were brought back by the evil god of chaos."

Malakin touched the crack on the top of the helmet, where Tyrann's claws had left, and touched the place with his iron fingers, sighing sadly, "Black Wrath is stronger than any other Sons of Sanguinius." Curse us even more deeply, and I have seen countless brothers die here, burning out in the final madness, which makes even our own brothers unwilling to accept us."

"We were exiled to the edge of the galaxy, hoping to find salvation there, but all we got was the fate of betrayal. Badab Huron easily deceived us, making us turn our backs on the glory of the Emperor and stand on the side of traitors. We don't even realize it."

Malakin caressed the helmet, and his fingers lightly touched the traces of the helmet, which were traces left on the edge of the Milky Way in the dark years, "We thought that after thousands of years of sacrifice and After the battle, we finally ushered in redemption, we defeated the curse, we defeated the bad luck, we finally became the real children of angels, but the fate that awaits us is only a deeper destruction."

Before the Badab War, there were only more than 700 Wailers left, but after that, there were only more than 300 people left in the war group, and only three of the ten companies were left. Almost died out.

"When you gave us redemption, we seized that opportunity thinking that we could be saved again. We embarked on a redemption expedition, but as before, we ushered in only destruction."

Malakin lowered his head and said, Vito knew that the Wailers ran into Tyrann's Hive Hive Fleet during the expedition. Almost none of the entire battle group survived, and they would perish almost at any time. They were just lingering on their last days. , lingering in that misfortune as in the past thousands of years.

No brother would accept them, the Emperor's Light forsaken them, and at the end of this dark galaxy, only destruction awaited them, and that was only the length of time, fate was set.

"My lord, you should have let us perish before the Hive Fleet. Perhaps only then can our sad fate come to an end. Perhaps, only then can we truly die as the sons of angels."

Malarkin lowered his head and lamented that he was depressed and depressed. Countless failures and bad luck had already made him give up pursuing hope. All he was waiting for was destruction. When the doomed destruction came, he could die as the son of an angel as much as possible. rather than a group of the damned.

"Bad luck? Malakin, you say it's bad luck, but I don't think so." Vito said, looking at the burning Milky Way outside the window, and he slowly turned around to look at Mara who was sitting on the edge of the steps behind him. Jin, he also raised his head, and looked at the dazzling fire that radiated from Vito's chest, as if the sun had finally risen from the horizon.

Vito stood in the light and looked back at him, the marshal looked at the blond commander in the fire, and the latter also looked at him, his eyes met each other.

"I have lived for tens of thousands of years. The greatest advantage is that I have witnessed the rise and fall of many things. I have witnessed the beginning and end of the Great Rebellion. I have also seen with my own eyes how countless battle groups betrayed the Emperor and the Empire. Especially in the building of the cursed army, I witnessed with my own eyes that more than half of the wargroups chose to betray, they devoted themselves to the enemy of chaos in the abyss, none of them rebelled on the spot, and half of them chose to betray in the future after returning."

Vito stood under the firelight, staring at Malakin in front of him, "But you didn't, the Wailers returned from the abyss, you were rejected and treated differently by your brothers, and even banished to the end of the galaxy. On the edge, if you want to curse the other battle groups in the founding army, I am afraid they will choose to rebel."

In fact, quite a few wargroups who returned after the founding of the Cursed army betrayed because of this, the brothers' exclusion, exile, and the name of the curse forever, the hatred eventually continued to accumulate and became the fire of betrayal.

"But you didn't. You chose loyalty at the border of the galaxy. For thousands of years, you silently performed your duties. You were watched with indifference but did not choose to betray you. I have witnessed that you died in order to save the civilians of a world. But you are still fighting to the death, if there is any real nobility in this world, it is your actions."

Vito raised his power claw, the golden claw was shining with the luster of flames, he raised his claw and stood up to Malakin, "Your father, Sanguinius also suffered from the curse, blood thirst and Black Wrath cursed him and his descendants, but the Archangel did not fall because of this, he rescued civilians on Terra, blocked the attack of Chaos with his own body, and allowed countless men and women to survive."

"I have witnessed the noblest sacrifice, and the most shameful betrayal, and I was there to witness it, and you, Malakin, were no less noble than your father, Sanguinius. Will be proud of you, and so will the Emperor."

"Emperor? My lord, why? Why do you know?" Malarkin sat there with a surprised expression on his face and asked, Vito smiled and watched him put his hands behind his back, his smile was shining in the flames Shining like the light of salvation.

"You came back alive from the Abyss Crusade, but none of the other warbands, and I have never seen a warband who faced an entire hive fleet of the Tyranids alone and came back alive, Malakin, what do you think is the fate of all this? Who illuminates the way?"

Malakin was silent for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he raised his head and looked up at Vito in surprise. He walked under the sun's rays, and the dawn was rising behind him, and the figure dispersed the entire side corridor. In the darkness, he walked slowly in front of Malakin, and the dazzling light behind him also shone on the face of the chapter leader.

Vito looked down at Malakin in front of him, with a smile on his face, "When the Tyranid swarm came, why do you think I knew and led the fleet to help? Who told me? And who, for me? What about the route opened in the shadow of the subspace?"

Malakin looked up at Vito in front of him, he looked at him hesitantly, his eyes widened in the firelight, he knew what he meant, he knew who the person who opened the way was.

"You call that bad luck, but I call it luck, you have withstood all the tests, all the difficult tests that the Emperor himself puts you have done perfectly, just like your father did, so, no, Malakin , you are not cursed, on the contrary, the Emperor's Light shines on you like never before."

As Vito said, he stared at the fire-lit battle armor on Malakin's body. The armor shone with dazzling golden light, and the scarred battle helmet suddenly seemed to shine like new, and the rays of the rising sun dissipated The darkness was broken, and the light from Vito's head lit Malakin's face down.

Vito looked at him, and in the darkness raised his arms towards Malakin, and the Emperor's own power armor hand stretched out, as if it were His invitation, "The Emperor will not do anything Nonsense, Malakin, who saved you from ruin, and chastened you with that suffering, until you were his proudest blade, and you did."

"Therefore, there is no need for remorse and regret, Malakin, because the Emperor's Light is never far away, he is never far away from you, he is only watching you."

Vito stretched out his palms to Malakin, and the latter also looked up at the god in front of him, Vito in the dawn, he looked down at Malakin and stretched out his hand, "You once bowed your knees in the curse, now The Emperor wants you to stand up for all to see."

Malakin's face was lit up by the dazzling light, and his golden hair was burning and shining like fire. Malakin looked down at the helmet at hand, then he raised his head and reached out to grab the Emperor in the light. Armored palm, Vito pulled Malakin up from the ground with all his might.

Baptist of the Chapter Master Standing in the rising light, the shining light dispelled all the darkness and doubts in his heart and surroundings, the Chapter Master Malakin of the Lamenters stared at Vito in front of him, proudly He raised his head and stood before Vito with a pride he had never felt before, as the son of an angel, standing.

"From the ground of Bhaal to the farthest reaches of the galaxy, across dark universes and seas of fire, the Lamenters will forever swear to walk in the glory of the Emperor, whatever trials he may set for us hereafter, We will all keep our vows."

"It's worth it, the blood of Sanguinius."

Vito looked at the Chapter Leader in front of him and pressed his shoulders with a smile. Vito nodded to him affirmatively, then turned around with a smile and looked at the French porthole behind him, "You know? You are indeed Fortunately, what you just said gave me an inspiration."

"Get ready, Son of Angels, the Emperor's new test has come."

"Then let it come, and in the name of Sanguinius, we shall tread on the path that the Emperor will light for us."

Malakin and Vito stood side by side, and they stood on the firelit observation deck, gazing at the burning starry sky in the distance, and the dawn rose on the twilight line of the planet's boundary.