Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

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The fire flickered in the dark church. The weak fire came from a burning candle, which stood on the marble steps. Although it was weak, it was still burning. Its light illuminated a small part of the surrounding space and those posted blessing paper tapes.

Another candle was lit, and its sparks ignited from the depths of the wax core. A slender match was gently extinguished. At its end, the blue steel giant hand appeared in the firelight. The candlelight lit up the golden U letter logo, and the olive crown slowly unfolded under the symbol.

A burly man knelt down, holding a huge sword in his hand. The firelight lit up the hilt, and the golden olive crown scraped on the hilt, hanging on both sides of the two-headed eagle with its wings spread. The firelight shone on the eagle, and the reflection caught the handsome face on the side.

Roboute Guilliman knelt before the shrine, with countless candles burning in front of him. Their flames gathered together, illuminating the burly son, the thirteenth son of the Emperor, the Lord of Macragge and his newly acquired title, Roboute Guilliman, Regent of the Empire.

He lowered his eyes, his long golden hair draped over his forehead, but it still couldn't block the shining blue eyes. Guilliman stared at the Imperial Eagle symbol surrounded by candlelight in front of him. It stood in the shrine, surrounded by thousands of candles, and it was also the only light source in the darkness.

Countless ancient flags fluttered above his head, and the faint light of the fire illuminated them. On those flags, on the glorious battle flags, victory whispered its name in the firelight.

Guilliman knelt in the firelight, staring at the flag among thousands of glories, the flag among all flags, the Imperial Eagle.

The Imperial Eagle shone brightly in the darkness. It was different because there were no Imperial statues around it like most Imperial shrines. No, no, the Lord of Mankind and the Emperor of the Empire were not there. Only it, the Eagle, the Eagle that symbolized the Empire itself, was worshipped by candlelight.

Guilliman pasted a prayer scroll on the wings of the Eagle. There were many more posted there, but without exception, they were all signed with only one person's name, his, Robert Guilliman's.

"I never thought that I would do such a religious act. This is a superstitious act that goes against our beliefs." Guilliman whispered, kneeling on one knee in front of the Eagle, the flickering firelight dancing on his face.

"But I still pray to you, because you are not a false god. You cannot speak, but you are the true symbol, the Empire itself, the embodiment of the truth of the Empire." Guilliman stared at the Sky Eagle, which was burning in the candlelight. The candlelight shone on its surface, like the brightest star sun, the golden sun, but Guilliman would not pray to him, never. "Bless our Empire, protect our soldiers and people, because darkness has come." Guilliman lowered his head, holding the sword in his hand, and under the firelight, the letter U on his arm flickered with the hilt, together with the crown. "The night is long, and the dawn has not yet come. We have fought in the darkness for many years. I am lucky. With the help of my friend Vito Constantine, my brothers have returned one by one. Lion, Saint Gilles, I am his first tour, and I hope I can take on this important task." Guilliman stared at the Skyhawk, his blue eyes sparkling like gems. He wore a crown on his head, and his golden hair fell from both sides of the crown like the wind. "Victory, this is the joy that the missionaries cheered in the temple spires, and it is also the message conveyed by the commander to the soldiers. The Indomitable Crusade is winning step by step, and we are constantly taking back the Empire's territory from the Lord of Destruction." "But we are still surrounded by enemies, and the flames of war are still burning in the galaxy. In every battle, we defeat mutants, traitors, and aliens." Guilliman said in a low voice, word by word, like the oldest holy bell echoing in the air, that bell, the bell above Terra is echoing, again and again, each time symbolizing the passing of a life, the passing of a loyalist, and the passing of an imperial warrior. They bravely sacrificed themselves in the name of the Emperor, and faced the demons and monsters in the darkness with human bodies. Listen, do you hear it? The bells are ringing, and it is a hymn to mortals.

"They say that the hymn of mankind is courage. They say that under the leadership of the descendants of demigods, the light of mankind will illuminate the galaxy. Listen, demigods, what a ridiculous term." Guilliman said contemptuously, he raised his eyes, and his blue eyes stared at the eagle, "Faith cannot save us."

He said. "Lies cannot protect us."

"But hope still exists. Right now, the Empire's army is launching an active attack on the enemy. Mortarion and his Nurgle hatelords cannot defeat us."

"The mortal body is not resistant to the plague, but, as my friend said, there is only hope."

"I am a human, a son of a mortal, and I will lead my compatriots to victory."

He said word by word, "People will sing the hymn of victory, victory, that the galaxy is burning, victory, that our empire is transforming, victory, that is, the roar of mankind that the light of hope has not disappeared."

After saying this, Guilliman stood up suddenly, turned around and left, leaving the Sky Eagle behind him burning in the candlelight, and above its head, thousands of flags fluttered silently, watching him, Robert Guilliman, the thirteenth son, the son of revenge, leave.

After Guilliman strode into the open door, the lights came in dazzlingly, and the huge explosion mixed with the blazing fire illuminated his face in front.

Vito, who was in front of the holographic map, turned around and stood up wearing dazzling golden armor, the emperor's armor!

"coming?"

"Well, are you ready?"

"Always waiting."

Vito turned around, leaning on the map with countless icons emerging, staring at the Milky Way outside the window, that burning Milky Way.

Guilliman stared at the Milky Way, closed his eyes, and said silently in his heart.

"victory."

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