Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Within the high walls of the palace, the Lane Palace was full of people. The sun shone in from the towering stained glass windows, shining on the ornately decorated clothes, making the metal pieces, gold-inlaid ribbons, and gemstone decorations all shine in the sun. Glittering, people in these gorgeous costumes greet each other and wait in this hall.

The cheers of the crowd are still heard outside the window, the festival parade is still going on, flags are flying on the wide streets, colorful fireworks fall from the sky, people stand in front of the windows, between the two huge lion heads, the floor-to-ceiling windows Afterwards, they looked down at the parade below, raised their glasses and clinked glasses with each other while chatting.

Soon, with the sound of a heavy halberd hitting the ground, the noisy hall suddenly became quiet. Everyone turned and looked towards the door of the main hall, where two majestic lions sat cross-legged on the ground. The door between them was knocked open with a sigh, and the Imperial Guards holding explosive halberds pushed the door and entered.

The emperor's golden-armored guards strode into the hall, like a golden ocean, and behind them, the corridor outside the hall was also filled with the emperor's golden-armored guards, guarding both sides of the avenue. Guard the entrance and exit leading here.

They blocked the accompanying officials at the far end of the corridor. The senior officials in the hall saw a forbidden soldier walking out of the guard. He was wearing a gold and red war robe, and the weapon he wore was not a halberd, but It is a sharp sword with an eagle at the end that opens its beak and screams.

This allowed people to recognize his identity at a glance, the Holy Messenger, the personal messenger in the imperial army who summoned the emperor's orders and acted on his behalf. He stepped into the hall, stood on the high platform and raised his head to the people below.

"The Emperor's chosen regent, Robert Guilliman, the King of Angels, Sanguinius, and the great Supreme Marshal of the Empire, Vito Constantine, are here. Everyone, kneel down."

After he said that, he looked down at all the senior officials below and knelt on the ground, and then moved to one side. With their chests held high and their heads held high, the Imperial Guards standing with spears on both sides stared at the three people walking out of them.

Vito glanced at the Oracle. He nodded respectfully to himself, but he had no such respect for Guilliman. The Imperial Guard would only respect the Emperor himself and those they chose to respect. They have done so since ancient times. So true.

Although Guilliman is the Regent of the Empire, he only has jurisdiction over mortals and Astartes. The Custodes will not obey him. They will only obey the Emperor and the commander he chooses. In the past, Vitor would Together with the Forbidden Army Commander Waldo, he led the Forbidden Army and formed many Forbidden Army companies. For many Forbidden Army, Vito can almost be called the father of the Forbidden Army. He was another commander. When Waldo was away, Vito , in charge of all the golden-armored guards.

Vitor smiled at him, and then followed Guilliman to the steps in front of the senior officials. The three of them stood side by side in front of the officials, all with their heads bowed.

"Haha, please raise your heads, friends, I am the regent, not the emperor." Guilliman smiled and raised his hand to signal. In his kind words, the officials looked at each other and stood up. Looking at Guilliman on the stage, a tall lady with a tall black ponytail walked up from the crowd.

"Mrs. Varsia, it is a pleasure to see you here, my dear Lord Speaker of the Empire." "I am also extremely honored, Sir, and you, Lord Angel, and of course, Lord Marshal." "Don't worry, Speaker. Sir, I know I'm not as conspicuous as them, after all, I'm not four or five meters tall."

Vito's words caused a brief burst of laughter, which relaxed the atmosphere of the interview a lot. Guilliman also smiled in recognition, and Sanguinius patted him on the shoulder and laughed, which was enough to make the audience laugh. Eclipses any lady.

"This is a day worth celebrating and remembering. I believe that the historians of the empire will definitely write down this day, and Ms. Sumani will leave a lasting mark."

"Yes, Ms. Sumani, our Head of History." Guilliman said with a wry smile. Vito raised his eyebrows, keenly aware of Guilliman's strange eyes, especially when he said the name himself.

Guilliman also noticed Vito's teasing smile, cleared his throat and turned to the senior officials, "Are some people not here?"

"Yes, sir, I am extremely sorry. There are indeed some people who did not come. I must have sent summons to them, but I will contact them as soon as possible."

"No, you don't have to." Vito interrupted with a smile. The Speaker of the Varsia Empire looked over with a surprised expression, but soon she felt a chill all over her body. She turned her head and looked in the direction of the source of the cold. There she met Eva, Grand Master of the Court of Assassins.

She appeared there silently. No one had noticed her arrival before. Even the Imperial Guards clenched their weapons and showed alert and displeased expressions, as if to provoke them. But because of the presence of the Supreme Marshal, none of the Imperial Guards specifically expressed their dissatisfaction.

The senior officials of the empire looked at Eva and subconsciously stepped back. It was an instinctive fear that no one would like or be willing to be in the same room with an assassin, especially their great mentor.

She stood aside wearing her iconic skull mask, with two folding knives on her waist hanging behind her. There were still traces of blood on the blades. With her arrival, it seemed as if the cold winter was coming.

Behind her, Celestine fell from the sky. She fell from the open glass skylight. The armor on her chest was still stained with blood. She flapped her wings and landed next to Eva. She hit Vito with a smile. Hello.

"What's going on? What happened?" Guilliman noticed it. It was obvious that he was neither stupid nor observant. "Where are those people."

"When they retire, they will not return to their jobs, and the problems they caused will be solved." "Vito, what have you done behind my back?" "Solve the problem. , what you told me, I thought, maybe it would be faster to use my method, although I didn’t know she was involved.”

"His Majesty the Emperor asked me to go. He felt that you would need help." Celestine said it proactively before they could ask themselves. This was equivalent to an endorsement of everything that had happened. From, the Emperor Endorsed by the emperor himself.

The senior officials of the Empire looked at each other and started talking quietly. Sanguinius frowned slightly and looked at Guilliman. She knew that they had not had a very pleasant conversation when they met the Emperor again before.

Guilliman looked down at Vito, and the two looked at each other. Suddenly, there seemed to be a smell of gunpowder, "Vito, if you want to execute my officials, I hope that you can tell me first and discuss it instead of Kill first and then play.”

"Some things, it's too late to ask for instructions, so you can only deal with them first and then report them." "Then I hope that such things will be as rare as possible." "I hope so too."

The two looked at each other, and the surrounding atmosphere suddenly became quiet. No one from the Imperial Chancellor or senior officials dared to interrupt, and they all remained silent in the face of the tense atmosphere. This was a duel of power, a clear division of identities, Guilliman. As the regent, he would not allow his authority to be questioned or even offended, not even by him.

If he starts this way, all order will collapse, and this will continue to happen after his other brothers return, and he will not be able to fulfill his duties as regent.

"I hope there won't be a next time, Vito, remember." Guilliman said coldly, staring coldly at Vito in front of him, who looked at him silently, and the Imperial Guards around him were talking to each other. Looking at each other, they were thinking about which side the Imperial Guards should take if there was a conflict between the Prince Regent and the Supreme Marshal.

But in the end, that didn't happen. Vito looked at him in silence for a moment, then raised his head and nodded, "I will remember it. Now, talk to your officials, and I will talk to mine too." ”

After Vito said that, he turned around and walked down the steps. The senior officials in front stepped aside one after another. Guilliman looked at Vito walking by and took a deep breath. In an instant, a smile appeared on his face again. "Speaker, I saw some unfamiliar faces, can you introduce them to me?"

"Ah, of course, sir, this is the new secretary of the Ministry of Government Affairs."

Celestine crossed his arms and watched with a smile as the Speaker brought a person to Guilliman, who smiled and talked to them, making the newcomers frightened, and the atmosphere suddenly changed, as if it had just been a short time. It's like the conflict doesn't exist.

"It seems that he doesn't like your actions very much. Will this affect the actions of you, the Assassin, and the Inquisitor in the future? I heard that he is planning to limit the arbitrary power of the Assassin's Court and the Inquisition."

"You are not from Tzeentch, so don't say such inflammatory words. Also, wash the blood off your body. The person you killed knows what they drank, Eva." After Vito said, he said Lustin smelled the smell on his body and looked at the master assassin with a disgusted expression.

The latter silently handed him a letter. The latter took the letter, looked at the signature on it and opened the envelope, "Have you processed it?"

"Baptism of fire, as you requested, Master." "Anyone else?" "No one left." "Very good, continue to trace their network and dig out the rest. This time, stay hidden. , you know why." "Understood, Master."

Vito opened the letter and took it out. The firelight shone on the surface of the envelope. It was the flame that Celestine used to wash away the dried blood on her body. Her armor was stained with fire, and she leaned towards Vito from the side. Please, look at the letter.

Vito did not dodge. He knew that Celestine's fire would only ignite the things she wanted to ignite, so he followed the firelight on the little angel and quickly scanned the contents of the letter.

"What's in the letter?" Celestine asked without seeing it clearly. He smiled as Vito closed the letter and put it in his arms. Only he saw the content on it.

"We have to take a long trip, to the Far East, to the Gulf of Damocles."