Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

There was laughter and laughter in the activity hall outside the monastery. Everyone gathered here. Priests, monks, medical staff, frontline soldiers and many believers from the pious congregation gathered here. It must be said that everyone was in a good mood today.

Laughter and hymns reverberated throughout the hall, and the smell of wine and scarlet pigment filled the hall. Everyone was singing in unison or laughing, even the monks who usually had a dead face. The people laughed out loud, and the warm atmosphere set off everything here.

Marshall leaned under the porch and watched the celebrations of the men and women in the hall. Although they looked a little crazy, they should indeed be happy. After all, after taking over the Hammer Factory, they were closer to the "Great Holy War" and "Final Salvation" A lot, so yes, everyone was happy.

He himself almost died there in the factory battle. Although Mosley's fanatical believers were commendable for their fighting will and courage, they obviously did not understand any tactical concepts at all. In short, they rushed up in a swarm and opened fire at random. The beating seemed to be the result of inhaling a lot of scarlet pigment just now.

And Marshall was almost shot by some fanatical idiot, probably because Marshall was neatly dressed, with clean armor and clothes, so in the eyes of those lunatics, he was probably a heretic. "That kind of look.

Marshall sighed melancholy, crossed his arms and looked at the shining golden icon of the Redeemer, but suddenly a person appeared beside him, suddenly and silently.

He turned his head to look at the man in surprise, and then turned his head again, "Where did you go? Vito, you missed a lot of good shows." "Deal with some problems, I hope I didn't miss too much." "Also. Well, apart from Henry’s victory speech and the priests’ poor religious proclamations, yes, there wasn’t much to miss.”

Vito smiled and saw a happy believer walking up, holding a pot of scarlet pigment incense burner that emitted dust, "Brothers! Come! This is the best holy dust we have reserved for you!"

"Praise for your great achievements, Brother Vito!" the man said excitedly. Vito smiled and took the incense burner and looked around, "Where is Brother Mosley? He didn't come out to say a few words?"

"No, he's not here. I don't know where he went, and no one has seen him, but I believe he must have something important!" the believer said with certainty, and then handed another incense burner to Marshall.

The latter looked at Vito with a different look, and the latter slightly shrugged and put the mouth of the pipe on the incense burner into his mouth, took a strong puff, and then returned it to the believer after a moment of silence.

Then the fanatical believer smiled and handed it to Marshall, who naturally took two sips. The believer's eyes were red, and he laughed like a madman and took a sip himself, "Did you hear that? God Very satisfied! They are laughing and praising our victory!”

"Of course, of course, brother, continue celebrating, may the Emperor guide you." Vito smiled and patted his shoulder. The latter was stunned for a moment, but also smiled crudely, "Then I won't disturb the big shot. May the Lord of the Redeemer bless you."

The believer walked away, and Vito slightly tilted his head to signal Marshall to follow. The latter also nodded slightly and followed Vito out of the event hall.

But they did not stop, but walked straight through the long silent hall. The joyous celebration sounds gradually disappeared in the distance, as if they were in another world far away, and the bright lights gradually faded away. The color gradually turned into a monotonous cold tone.

There was no one in the silent monastery corridor. Only the cold light shot out from the floor-to-ceiling windows on one side. The light was projected on the statues, outlining the outlines of the dead objects, making this place even more like a cemetery of time.

Vito leaned against a statue, which was an image of an Astra Militarum soldier holding a spear with a flying flag in his right hand and a laser gun in his left hand. The flag was slowly fluttering behind him, and his expression seemed to declare something. victory in a great war.

But unlike other statues in the empire, all the imperial elements on this statue have not been erased. The Imperial Sky Eagle, the emblem of the Astra Militarum and the military ranks have all been erased.

Marshall looked at Vito and realized something was wrong. He was not maintaining his typical sarcastic smile, but had a completely cold face, just like those monks.

"What's wrong? Vito, what happened?" "Okay, it's time for Marshall to show off his cards. I know you are an undercover agent sent by Shanglao. If I am not mistaken, you were sent here by the Grand Arbitrator?"

Marshall was stunned, then frowned and looked hesitant, "What are you talking about?" "Come on, you won't go crazy like them when you take scarlet pigment, which means that like me, you are equipped with filter lungs, which can filter harmful gases. Filter it out, so none of us will be affected, and that will ensure that you won't be mentally affected and become a religious lunatic like them."

"And I can see that you don't believe in religion at all, and you don't even care much about the emperor, and you don't have much desire, so yes, I know you are an undercover agent." "Plus your marksmanship, don't try to perfunctory me, Marshall, your marksmanship is obviously that of a sniper, and you are a long-range sniper. You have fought and served in open terrain for a long time, which is not an environment that the nest can provide. "

Marshall frowned and slowly put his hand on the holster, while Vito smiled jokingly and waved his hand slightly, "Don't worry, I won't report you. In fact, I am also an undercover agent."

"What?" Marshall asked, but still pretended to be calm. Vito smiled sarcastically and crossed his arms, "I am also from the empire. Let me tell you first, I am not a member of a noble family in the nest, nor am I a member of a noble family. Forced into exile here.”

Marshall looked at Vito up and down, but still did not remove his hand from the holster. Vito smiled and crossed his arms, "Guess a riddle. Who do you think will run to this section from the other end of the galaxy? There are many mysteries about him. I like it." To engage in conspiracy and interfere in local affairs? "

"Traitor?" "No." "Follower of Tzeentch?" "Your Majesty the Emperor, can't you think of a profession that doesn't require a single shot to destroy you?"

Marshall looked at Vito's helpless expression, and then his eyes gradually widened. He immediately removed his hand from the holster and stood upright almost immediately.

"Lord Judge!" he said in surprise, while Vito smiled jokingly and patted him on the shoulder, "I guessed it right this time. Let me introduce myself. I am the judge of the Tribunal of Foreign Religion. By the way, "My name is not a pseudonym, what about yours?" "Not sir, at least it's not a name."

"Reintroduce yourself, my friend." Vito said with a smile, and Marshall nodded solemnly, "Lieutenant Marshall Cops, a law enforcement officer affiliated with the Legal Department of the Victoria System."

"You have served in the Astra Militarum, right?" "Yes, sir, the 758th Cadian Regiment. I participated in the Victoria Counter-Rebellion Campaign and was later seconded to serve by the Ministry of Justice."

"Counter-insurgency campaign? Was it also done by the Pious Society last time?" "No, sir, it was the Chaos cultists."

Vito's expression was a little weird, but he quickly laughed and rubbed his neck, "Okay, you guys are really busy here."

As he spoke, he walked to another statue and looked up at the angel statue. "I was sent by the Grand Inquisitor Highgate. We received an astrological message from Victoria, so I went undercover first."

"Have you discovered anything? Lord Inquisitor." "Yes, it's very important news, so I need to meet with your superiors, and as soon as possible, the sooner the better."

The judge clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the painting on the wall. On it was a mosaic of Imperial soldiers fighting against some kind of imperial enemy. Although it was blurry, coupled with the erosion of time and the difficulty of seeing their faces, But you can still get a rough idea.

"Tell the Grand Arbitrator that a threat, a huge threat, is emerging from the other side of the galaxy. I must meet with him as soon as possible and resolve the thorny issues of the moment."

Vito said and turned to look at Marshall seriously, "Lieutenant, and pass the message on as quickly as possible, understand?" "Understood, sir."

He walked up to Marshall, suddenly turned his head and looked towards the end of the empty corridor. After staring into the deep void for a while, he turned his head and whispered.

"There are heretics and traitors in the upper echelons of Hive Victoria, and as you hold a high position, you must keep the secret secret and ensure that only the Grand Arbitrator gets the news."

Marshall frowned slightly, but he didn't seem surprised, "I know, sir, we have long suspected that there is a traitor among the upper-class dignitaries, but we currently don't know who the traitor is. Have you got the news?"

"No, not yet, but I will know soon." Vito said. He patted the empty bolt gun holster on his waist. He was not carrying a weapon. "Moxley is dead. I and I My partner dealt with him and read many important contents from his mind. There are some things that my companions and I will deal with as soon as possible, and the arbitrator does not need to worry. "

"And now, with Mosley being solved, an important position has become vacant in the Lower Nest Order, and..." "You will soon be received by the senior leaders of the Pious Society, and then promoted. Then you will be able to see clearly. Their faces."

Vito smiled appreciatively and looked at the young undercover law enforcement officer in front of him, "Yes, you have a bright future, boy."

Vito said in an older man's tone. Although he didn't look much older than Marshall, my friend, he was a judge. Generally speaking, their life span would not be as young as they looked.

Especially female Inquisitors. Of course, I seriously suggest you don't ask about their age. Seriously, they don't just like to eat bolter bullets, do they?

Marshall also smiled and nodded affirmatively, "I will inform the arbiter as soon as possible. If there are any new developments, I will inform you as soon as possible, Lord Inquisitor." "Very good."

After Vito said that, he patted him on the shoulder and walked towards the end of the corridor. Marshall thought for a moment and looked at his back, "Sir! What kind of threats will we face?"

"It's very, very big, so hurry up!" Vito said, waving his hand, and disappeared into the darkness at the end of the corridor, leaving only Marshall who turned to look at Vito and kept looking at him. A mural, although the mural is very damaged and shows signs of time.

But there is still a line of Gothic text describing the name of the great war depicted in the picture.

The great victory of the Ultramarines, the Battle of Macragge.

Marshall's expression suddenly froze, and then he took a deep breath. He raised his head and looked at the majestic statue of the Astra Militarum. More statues will be erected here soon.

If this planet is still alive at that time.