Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Tip at the beginning: Take a day off, stop for a day tomorrow, continue double updates on Monday, and please leave comments. Although it is social fear now, when I routinely read the comments and feedback every morning, it seems that I am on a single machine, which is very demotivating. of.

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The squirming warships exploded, and their bodies made of flesh and blood instead of steel were torn apart with an explosion. Corrupted blood spurted into the void, and was instantly ignited by fire. In the blink of an eye, the galaxy began to burn.

The flesh and blood fleet turned urgently, and the blue fleet appeared from the darkness. The light flashed like a meteor in the deep sky. The fleet rushed out of the darkness, and the beams of light lit up one by one, like a standing lance, armored cavalry. As they came to fight, the sound of horse hooves was replaced by the roar of propellers, and the neighing of war horses and the shouts of knights were replaced by the sound of millions of cannons.

The only thing that is the same is the flag. Just like the ancient knights charging into the battlefield with flags and swords, the battleships carry the symbols on their bodies and charge head-on with the shining symbols.

The explosions lit up one by one, just like the dirt kicked up by the iron hooves of a war horse. The giant horse stepped on the flying dirt, leading its knights to rush towards the battlefield without hesitation.

The warships of both sides collided head-on. Countless flashing light points hit each other from each other as they passed each other. The boarding torpedoes led their respective brave cavalry into the enemy formation.

The landing hatch opened with a bang, and a Terminator veteran wearing heavy armor stepped into the flesh and blood hull. The rotating cannons between his arms roared. In the light behind him, more Ultramarines rushed out, fighting against them. It's the renegade Space Marines of the Death Guard who join the spectacle, armed with a variety of weapons.

Listen, it is the sound of a symphony, the blaster echoing within the ship, the cello playing the movement as a subsidiary moon tune, the chainsaw's violin matching the notes, they play together, accompaniment to the chorus of the song.

The music of war, the absolute main theme, is undoubtedly the screams, curses and all the sounds. At this moment, the primitive instinct of human beings is ignited, the song that has been singing among our species for tens of trillions of years. , played again, it is called death, it is called war.

And all of this has nothing to do with the Macragge Glory. In her Glory Strategy Hall protected by multiple layers of void shields, the real conductors of this vigorous movement are here. They are the singing group. The leaders, they, stood on the high platform, leading the music to the climax.

Calgar stood in front of the tactical map table. He looked down at the countless flashing spots of light. The eyebrow arches under his pale eyebrows were all lit up. Next to him was Tizik, the Chapter Master of the Nova Warriors Chapter. The two of them looked down. In front of the map of battlefield facts that echo each other and are chaotic, large icons go up and down, and smaller beacons surge like a tide inside the large icon.

Around Calgar, there are many warriors, leaders, and commanders, all of whom are extraordinary. Today, this place is a battlefield of gods, a war between demigods, and there is no place for mortals.

Blue flags fluttered in the wind, red, white and green morning war flags moved in the wind. A majestic statue stood between the flags, holding a huge sword and wearing a cockscomb war helmet, overlooking the people in the hall.

Look at the top of the hall. Hundreds and thousands of flags are hanging down. The front and back are lined up with the glorious battle flags of the Ultramarines. Ten companies stand up, all lined up, and behind them, there are hundreds of flags. The banner of the fraternal chapter from the bloodline of the Gene Father of the Ultramarines.

Wearing white armor and holding spears, as solemn as an ancient Roman consul are the Chapter Master Matsimilian of the Executor Chapter, the Chapter Master of the Silver Eagle Chapter Haxus, and the Chapter Master "The Crusher" of the Star Chapter. Murasevici and his company commanders were surrounding the table, and behind them were more heads.

Looking around, there are cockscomb battle helmets and towering spiked red tassels, and there is an endless stream of gorgeous battle armor. Those oath scrolls symbolizing glory, victory and triumph were once so dazzling in their respective battle groups, and Here, it is unknown, because everyone present has countless honors.

The servitors have been dismissed, and mortals have no right to enter here. No one's glory can make them comparable to these people, no one can compare with you and them, except for one person, and he has arrived.

The chapter leaders and their subordinates turned to look. Suddenly, the hall was full of the sound of kneeling, and the sound of the iron knees of the power armors was heard one after another. The soldiers lowered their heads, even the most proud ones, such as those from the Ultramarines. Captain Sicarius buried his noble head that never bowed.

The heavy halberd hit the ground regularly. With the first sound, the door opened. With the second sound, the loud horn blew. With the third sound, the stalwart body walked into the hall.

Everyone bowed their heads to them, and even the flying flags stopped, as if they were holding their breath for their arrival. This was indeed the case. There was silence in the hall, and even the sound of breathing disappeared. Fortunately, there were no mortals here, If they do it again, their hearts will burst and die.

Not dying of attack or fear, but unparalleled honor and ecstasy, because they would see with their own eyes the Thirteenth Emperor of the Emperor, the Lord of Macragge, and those who walked side by side with him from Creation. In this era, the unparalleled Imperial God of War.

Guilliman marched on the left, and behind him was a long row of Honor Guards. Leaders from various chapters were fortunate enough to become members of the original guard. Now, they have all put on the blue armor wings that symbolize glory. War helmets, golden wings flying between their foreheads.

The leading flag bearer held high the five-hundred-world war flag of Macragge, which represented the original body himself. Thousands of chapter emblems surrounded it, just to first embrace the giant U letter at the core.

On the right side, Vito and Guilliman advanced side by side. The Imperial High Marshal's guards were all dressed in golden armor. Accompanying him were the Imperial Guards. These were wearing gorgeous battle armor and were even better than the honorary guards of the Ultramarines beside them. , and the marshals were accompanied by armored guards.

Unlike Guilliman's guards, they did not follow Vitor, but spread out around him, with halberds standing everywhere. They did not hold a banner high, because their banner marched in the center. Humanity was and is now. The absolute greatness is the flag itself.

Vito is wearing the Emperor's armor. When he walks, the double-headed eagle on his chest seems to be screaming silently. It is the symbol of the Emperor himself and his symbol. Everyone knows his identity. He is the Emperor's. War Messenger, God of War, that is the title that hundreds of millions of followers of the state religion will recite when cheering loudly in temples.

Two titles, the Regent of the Empire, and the Supreme Marshal of the Empire arrived at the same time. This planet, which is now facing the erosion of war and plague, will surely flourish. Until eternity later, people here will sing the praises of this day, because when They appear at the same time, and the enemy in the galaxy can once again become rampant.

"Stand up, my sons." Guilliman said loudly. He stood in the center of the hall and spoke to them. In an instant, the whole hall echoed with rising voices, followed by salutes from different battle groups. Pay tribute to their leader, regent, and most importantly, father with different planetary cultures.

"It seems I'm redundant. Should I leave?" Vito said with a joking smile, crossing his arms and winking at Calga, who immediately understood.

"Why do you say this? Lord Vito, on behalf of the Ultramarines and all our brothers, I salute you and praise your victory."

"Feeling better?" Guilliman asked from behind.

"Well, there are many things to write about. Every time we are together, everyone will only notice you, and I am just like the air. Many people think that I am just a member of the Forbidden Army, one of your bodyguards. "

"What virtue and ability can I have to allow Vito, our famous victorious general and the undefeated, to protect me?"

"Unless you are a woman, let me tell you, Robert, it would definitely be interesting if you were a woman." With a playful smile on his face, Vito began to think about what it would be like if Guilliman was a woman.

Guilliman's expression became more and more weird later on. Vito seemed to really think about this issue again. Then he smiled and waved his hand, "Forget it, you will only become like that. I said this during the date. The rose is precious, and you are the kind of woman who can explain its niche in biology to me, and you are suitable to date Magnus.”

Guilliman suddenly raised his eyebrows. Now that the picture really appeared in his mind, it was simply terrifying. ,

Vito smiled jokingly and stood in front of the large number of red dots on the holographic map with his arms folded. "Okay, stop your brain. I think this is scary, just like me dating that old fool."

As Vito spoke, his whole body suddenly twitched. He remembered a joke Lily had made before. When she was in Gomo, she turned herself into a woman and said that her biological characteristics were all women. If she really The person is a woman, and she is also an immortal of a high enough level, so wouldn't it be possible when the originals were created?

Just thinking about that scene, Vito felt goosebumps all over his body, "I have to change my mind, Calga, find me a target that I can beat up, someone who is thick-skinned and can be fucked."

Vito cleared away the terrible thoughts in his mind and raised his head. The three-dimensional projection of the planet appeared on the holographic image in front of him. Its name, its history, and its past were presented in front of him.

The world of the state religion, Saint Guillimander.

Vitor couldn't help laughing when he saw the name. He looked towards Guilliman, whose expression also twitched as expected.

Put yourself in your shoes and think about the expressions of the female friends who are usually below you, but the face above you is the same.

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