Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

"Damn, you guys smell really good."

"It smells so good, I know."

Ragnar smiled and scratched his hair. His braided beard was covered with sticky liquid, and a sour smell was emanating from it. It was literally "smell-inducing"

The hatch of Sapphire II was placed on the ground, and the Astartes passengers were continuously coming down from it. No matter what style their armor was in the past, whether it was MK4 type or the latest MK5 type, it was original cast. It’s hard to tell whether the red and white helmet is still the solid color of the original Space Marine.

The fluid of Nurgle clings to them, Chapter emblems, ranks, nothing can be seen clearly. In a way this realizes the true brotherhood among the Astartes, you know, the unity of the world.

They are the same now, indistinguishable from each other, especially in terms of taste.

"How was it? Did you enjoy this trip? Bell."

"I must take a bath and wash myself with holy water. I'm sorry, Lord Guilliman, please forgive my choice of words."

"It's nothing, my son. Many things in the state religion are nonsense, but their holy water is indeed useful in many places, such as cleaning stains on our bodies."

Guilliman bent down and got out of the cabin. Although Sapphire One was very large and could fit a small truck in and out of a mortal fighter, and the Astartes could easily get out of it, Guilliman still It's too big, especially after wearing the Destiny Armor.

"Indeed, I'm sure that the archbishop will be happy to baptize you personally, and will always recite the latest hymn in his ear. I remember it's called "The Blessed Son of God"

Guilliman's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he looked at Vito, who shrugged, turned around and whistled to the Sisters of Silence, "How about this, is this pleasant? My little girls. "

"Successfully completed the task you assigned, sir."

The nuns carrying flamethrowers stopped. All the nuns were carrying their own weapon boxes. When they were not fighting, they would pack their weapons and keep them safe, and only pull them out during battle. They said that such weapons are Only then will the soul realize their respect and be invincible in battle.

Vito didn't know if this would work, but the girl was pretty good-looking, with silver hair, which was rare among the Sisters of Silence. "What's your name?"

"Miriam Dolby, my lord."

"Hello, Miriam, you did a good job. Go take a bath, and I'll treat you to a drink afterwards."

"As you command, my lord."

The nuns saluted Vito and then turned and left. Carrying weapons bags and boxes, they walked non-stop to another Valkyrie transport plane that was ready to go, where the tribunes of the Forbidden Army and other Forbidden Army were waiting for them.

"How many of them have you slept with?"

"Do I look like that kind of person?"

"picture."

Vito and Ragnar looked at each other and smiled, then patted him on the shoulder. The latter smiled with his arms crossed, then picked up his ax and walked towards the church.

There was a large tent there, and the bathing facilities were set up outside. The hard-working servitors completed all the preparations. The Astartes were bathing outside, while the nuns placed their weapons and went inside. They took off their clothes. The graceful figure without her armor cast a silhouette on the tent.

"You have to go and wash yourself. If you show yourself to people when you get back on the ship, your faith will collapse."

"I'm not a god, I said it, just like you told me."

"Humans are simple creatures, Guilliman, and they only want to believe in what they want to believe in, a god, a son of a god, and so on."

Vito shrugged and glanced at the busy servitors on one side. The Astartes in the commando team were taking off their armor and diligently wiping the armor with water guns and rags. Others were serving the nuns inside. Brainy guys don't have to worry about their eyes and hands running around and looking.

"I really envy them, but the servitors are not thinking, so the nuns are not worried that they will peek at their figure that belongs only to the emperor, and they won't even let me see it. Damn, that old bastard is so lucky."

"But you see, human beings are like this. In order to avoid anxiety and worry, they can tolerate a lot of things, cold touches, cold eyes, eating less, etc., but as long as it can relieve their anxiety, they will be willing to do so. Choose to believe.”

"Believe in a god, a strong man, or a dictator? Who knows, that's how people are."

"I didn't expect you to be a philosopher."

"I am also an ancient Greek, right? Aristotle, Socrates, Plato and so on, and that old bastard has known me for a long enough time. I don't want to hear his nonsense, but I have heard enough. too much."

Vito turned around. At first glance, he seemed to be that man. Guilliman even had a vision for a time. He fell silent and looked at his hands. The hands of fate were extremely clean.

He knew Vito was joking. He didn't need to take a shower at all. The Armor of Destiny was as shiny as new. No Nurgle creation had left any traces on it, including the smell. He was unique among the entire commando team. , as if, he had never been there.

Guilliman was lost in thought. Vito glanced at him and then looked at the sky with his hands on his hips, "It really deserves a good wash. I didn't expect you to bring a souvenir."

In the sky, three gunships were flying over with a huge stone tablet hanging on it. Seven or eight thick cables were tied under it, lowering the huge stone from the gradually clearing sky.

It sat on the square in front of the church, and the stone tablet quickly attracted a lot of attention. Only the soulless servitors did not cast their gaze. No wonder, after all, they could not smell the sour smell on it.

"Um, did you beat the crap out of Mortarion?"

"No, I didn't see him. He's not there, but this thing is."

Guilliman looked towards the stone. In his field of vision, Vito also strolled over. He pinched his nose and approached the stone to take a look.

"You should destroy it. Everything in it will be burned with a fire."

"That's what I thought at first, but then I gave up."

"Why? You think this stone is beautiful? Do you want to put it in Macragge's museum? Aren't you afraid that it won't pass the health inspection?"

"When I killed that demon, before I actually killed it, it was scared, and I could feel it, and when it turned around it didn't run away, it was about destroying it."

Guilliman came to the stone tablet. He stroked the surface of the stone. The fragile blood threads were still dried on it and turned into many slender lines. The fungal spores were still growing on it, full of vitality, but different. They lose their power.

"It's very strange. After the flames released by the flaming sword burned away all the pollutants, it was the only one that was safe. It was not a subspace creation."

"so what?"

"So why would a demon of Nurgle place a common, unimportant stone there and protect it to the death? Then destroy it when I want to take it, or should we ask, why do our brothers hold it? it."

Guilliman's eyes showed questions and more curiosity. He was such a person. He was always irresistible in the face of questions and possible answers. He was eager to know everything in the world, from Macragge to This is always the case in space.

"So you brought it back and are you going to take it with you?"

Vito flicked the cable holding the boulder with his finger, and the small runes carved on the stone below it shook off a cloud of dust. It indeed looked like an ordinary stone.

"Yes, it's not a threat. I asked Bell to check it. It's not contagious. The Sisters of Silence also checked it and said it doesn't have a strong psychic reaction, only some very weak ones, but it's very special."

"indeed."

Vito held his chin and looked at the runes on the stone. He tilted his head and showed a puzzled expression, "I always feel like I have seen this symbol somewhere, but, well, it doesn't feel like there is anything scary about it. , Take it with you as a trophy, and take it back to Macragge. It will be more lively when the horse-drawn carriage is used to pull the triumphal ceremony."

"No, it won't go to Triumph. Although it looks ordinary, I don't believe Mortarion would like an ordinary thing. You know him, his temperament."

Guilliman frowned and said, Vitor also smiled and shrugged, patting the stone, "Just kidding, of course I know, this thing needs to be placed in a safe place and studied."

"When we return to Macragge, I will hand it over to the institute and find out in detail what gift my brother left for me."

"Sounds good, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Guilliman looked at his hands in silence, and only raised his head after Vito interrupted. He shook his head and walked over, "Nothing, let's go and order the fleet to prepare to set sail. I will be in the sky when I come back." The demons who saw Nurgle disappeared, and the Death Guard withdrew."

"indeed."

Vitor looked at Guilliman's back. His hand seemed to be subconsciously pressed on the flaming sword. When he was talking to the Astartes, his eyes always stayed in one place.

That church, to be precise, is the statue of the emperor in the church, and the coffin at its feet, which contains the bones of the living saint.

The golden statue stood on the stone platform behind the coffin, sitting on the throne surrounded by sculptures of all living things, holding its head high, and its golden pupils stared at his heirs and him.

Vito looked at those eyes, those seemingly dull eyes, and silently raised his middle finger, "Let me let him accept his identity? Fuck you, old bastard."