Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

"Father Hus, I didn't realize you were here."

Eisenstein looked at the priest and said, he was wearing a red robe with a snow-white ceremonial robe on top, a tall hat on his head, and a human skull hanging on his chest, which was hung with a wax seal. A prayer scroll, the skull symbolizes human purity.

Hus walked out from behind the statue, holding a lit candle in his hand. The dancing flame illuminated half of his old face. He did not undergo any mechanical transformation or life-extending surgery, showing a true The human side.

Hus came to the throne. He looked up at the statue of the emperor and recited a hymn in a low voice with his eyes closed. Then he placed the candle in his hand on the marble stand in front of the throne. It was already filled with many long-lasting candles. Burning, shining the flame on the throne, the majestic emperor's body flickered under the starlight and the illumination of many candles.

"The dawn is about to rise. The Emperor will be here to welcome the dawn, and I am here to witness that moment with him." Hus said, taking out a blessing scroll from his wide sleeves, which came from a A sailor in the navy, an unknown sailor, but his prayers were sent here by Hus to be enshrined at the feet of the emperor.

Hus placed the scroll under the candle, and the fire light danced, making the red wax print edges reflect the ruddy light. He began to clean up the burned candles on the table, shoveling away their wax residues, milky white The dust was swept off the throne's countertop, leaving new space.

"Do you need me to light a candle for you?" Hus said, taking down a few candles from the table on one side and inserting them into a candlestick. "Yes, light it, but it's not far away." Not nearly enough.”

"Too many brothers have gone to the throne. I only hope that the light of those candles can guide them in front of the throne." Eisenstein stood up and sat in the first row of the bench. He sat down , holding his hands in front of him and lowering his head, he recited the song in a low voice.

As he spoke, Huss took out a match. When he scratched the edge of the matchbox, the sparks jumped and the flames burned. He blocked the flames with his hands and lit the candles one by one. Then he placed them on the throne table and joined countless others. candles burning together at the feet of the God-Emperor.

In the dark church, the flame of the candle danced, and its embers flew upward with the light towards the Emperor's face, lighting up the eyes of the Lord of Mankind.

"Farewell brothers, may the candlelight and the Emperor's eyes guide you to find the way to the throne." Eisenstein buried his head and whispered, reciting these eulogies of praise in his mouth, Emperor Sitting on the throne, watching him silently.

"You are grieving, but not for your brothers." Hus said. He swept the ashes off the candlestick with a short broom, and the snow-white marble reappeared in the firelight. "You are grieving for your choice, for That painful choice you have to make.”

Eisenstein was stunned for a moment, he was surprised that Hus could actually see his emotions, "Yes, my brothers are calling me, my battle group, my blood brothers are suffering, they are calling me to return ”

"Then why are you in pain?" Hus said, taking out the bottle decorated with skulls from his cuffs. Holy water gushes from the eyes of the skull, as if crying, and those tears spilled on the table.

They are mixed with mithril powder. People in the empire believe that it is a gift from the emperor, which can eliminate curses and fight evil spirits in the subspace. But don't believe those little dusts. Gray Knights are generally equipped with mithril. weapons.

Hus sprinkled the water containing mithril on the candlestick, and the water ran between the candles, and was lit by the light of the fire at their ends. The mithril in them shone with light. They flowed down from the candlestick and from Hus' feet. The edges flowed by like drops of tears.

Legend has it that whenever a loyalist dies, the Emperor sitting on the throne will shed a tear. I think that for those warriors of the Imperial Fists, these may be their tears.

"When I answer the call, it means that I have to leave behind another group of brothers. No matter what I choose, I am destined to abandon the brothers on one side." Eisenstein said sadly. He raised his head and looked up at the bright starlight. The emperor's face is so perfect. Legend has it that the emperor's appearance will appear in the most perfect appearance in the eyes of the beholder.

"They are all my brothers."

Hus ignored him and continued what he was doing. He wiped the candlestick with a rag, and the holy water fell from the table. Where it passed, the mithril melted into the marble and shimmered under the candlelight. Like the light of new life.

Eisenstein looked up at the Emperor's face, his eyes always looking into the distance, as if he never knew what was happening below him, "How would the Emperor want me to choose? How should I choose so that I can fulfill his wishes?"

"Why ask what the Emperor wishes?"

"For I am his weapon, and I will wield it wherever he wishes."

The emperor on the throne was still looking into the distance, his eyes looking up at the stars above his head. The starlight shone on him. The majestic body of the Lord of Mankind was sitting on the throne. Eisenstein looked up at that, waiting for his words, but that He opened his mouth but never moved, as if he had never heard his own words.

"What is your responsibility?" Hus said, stroking the prayer scrolls in front of him with his fingers. He reposted the fallen ones on the throne and recited the prayers written on them. His voice was very soft, but it was majestic. The lord of mankind seemed to be looking at him, and a starlight fell on him.

Eisenstein looked at Hus standing in the starlight, raised his head, and looked up at the emperor's face, that flawless face, "It happened as the emperor intended."

"What does the Emperor mean?"

"We will fight to the death."

"Why fight to the death?"

"This is our heavenly responsibility."

Eisenstein looked up at the statue of the emperor, and Hus's words echoed in his ears, as if he, the man sitting on the throne, was speaking, "What is your responsibility?"

"As the Emperor wishes."

"What does the Emperor mean?"

"We will fight to the death."

"Why fight to the death?"

"This is our heavenly responsibility."

Hus turned around under the starlight. He held a candle in his hand. It was not lit. He stood in front of the golden throne. "This is what the Emperor wishes. Eisenstein Batalov, what is your wish?" What is wish?”

Eisenstein stood up, and walked slowly in front of Hus. Under the gaze of the Emperor, he stepped from the shadows into the starlight, and stood under the starlight projected by the Emperor, "The soul returns to the throne. "

"When will the soul return to the throne?"

"When you die in battle."

"When will you die in battle?"

"With my brothers, under the watchful eyes of Dorne and the Emperor."

"Who are you?" Hus said, his voice swaying with the firelight. The light shone on the face of the statue, making the golden eyes seem to come alive.

"Eisenstein Batalov."

"Who is Eisenstein Batalov?"

"Imperial Fists, Sons of Dorne."

Huss presented the candle, and under the starlight, handed the unlit candle to Eisenstein. There was a match in the other hand. It lay quietly in Huss's hand until Eisenstein took it. passed.

He looked at the candle, then rubbed the flame on his armband. The fire suddenly appeared, it burned, and Eisenstein used it to light the candle in Hus's hand.

Hus handed the candle to Eisenstein, who took it and walked to the Emperor's throne, holding the burning candle in his hands and placing it among the many burning candles.

"Who offered prayers for the Emperor?" Hus asked behind him. Eisenstein looked at the candle, the firelight flickering in his eyes. He stared at the flames. "Captain Eisenstein of the Imperial Fists, Roman Gedorn and the Emperor's son."

After speaking, Eisenstein turned around and looked towards Hus. The Imperial Fist captain nodded silently to Hus, "I already know my choice. Farewell. I hope we can be together beside the throne." Meet again."

After saying this, Eisenstein walked towards the grand door at the gate. Hus looked at him behind him. The candlelight shone on his robe and flickered in the eyes of the skull on his chest. In the empty eye socket, a pair of eyes Watch him go.

Watching him, he gradually entered the darkness. When he was completely submerged in the night, only the statue of the Emperor and Hus stood in the light, watching him.