Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor - #692 - Chapter 673 Doomsday Storm: Who are the Saints for?

The Storm Eagle roared and slowly landed on the ground. Its landing gear landed on the granite pavement with a dull sound. The gravel and dust swirled and danced with its airflow, setting off a brief dust explosion all around. But when the hatch fell, everything that was originally noisy around him instantly fell silent.

Inside the hatch, a tall figure slowly appeared. He stood at the top of the hatch and overlooked everything outside. On both sides of the avenue, the mortal guards with guns immediately stood at attention. Immobile statue.

These statues are not works of art carved by skilled craftsmen. They have nothing to do with beauty. Almost everyone has scars on their faces, and blood and stains are solidified on everyone’s face. Even the armor is full of blood stains, but this This is the art here, the art of war.

The sound of heavy military boots echoed in the air on the avenue. The soldiers on both sides all stood at attention. The tall figure walked down from the cabin. He walked on the avenue. The soldiers on both sides stared at him in silence, holding their chests and heads high. , the flag bearer held the flag tightly and turned his head sideways following his stalwart figure in front of the team.

He walked through the middle of the avenue. Behind the Thunderhawk behind him, many other fighter planes descended, and many Space Marines descended from it. They held fluttering battle flags and followed this man solemnly in uniform. Behind the extraordinary body.

The heavy footsteps of the Ultramarines were accompanied by rumbling sounds, and the flags were flying above their heads. In this battlefield, in this crowd full of ruins and blood, they are the most holy existence, just like As described on the mural.

The Emperor’s Angels passed in front of the crowd. As they passed, the soldiers on both sides knelt down. Their commanders and political commissars took off their hats and put them on their chests. The flag bearers behind them knelt down holding the flag. , and behind him were soldiers kneeling down one knee at the same time.

Countless heads hung on both sides to pay tribute to the passing Ultramarines, while the demigods held their heads high and strode across the avenue above the battlefield without stopping, passing under the cannon-fired sky. In the sky, squadrons of fighter jets were roaring past, and the deafening sound of engine explosions echoed up and down the sky.

At the end of the clouds, on the overcast sky, huge shadows were moving among them, and the plasma flames shone hot red light in the darkness. They were Imperial warships flying in orbit, and the firelight bloomed on the clouds.

Under the firelight of the sky, the Ultramarines walked through the avenue between mortal soldiers and came to the magnificent church at the end. It stood under the clouds covered with firelight. On the top of the church tower, angels with spread wings stood proudly. There, reach out and touch the sky with your fingers.

The Ultramarines walked up the steps, and the flag slammed to the ground. The flag bearers held the flag in one hand and the sword around their waists with the other. They looked down at the mortals. Then the Ultramarines separated from the center, and a majestic figure appeared on the stairs. He stood there tall and majestic and lowered his head.

“Praise be to you and the glory of the Emperor, Lord Guilliman.” Kyra, the Sister of the Battle Sisters, knelt on one knee. Her rosary slipped from her belt, and the pendant, which symbolized faith and purity, was proudly displayed at the limit. In front of the soldiers.

“Praise your glory.” With the echo, everyone in front of the church knelt down, except for one person. She stood there proudly, standing among the battle nuns, survivors of the National Church, and the defense forces. between.

Guilliman looked at her and raised his head slightly, “Why don’t you kneel down to me? Are you unwilling to surrender to me? Or, are you unwilling to pay me your respect?”

“Respect? No, my lord, I will not, because the Emperor will not kneel to you.” The girl said, her eyes flashing with a faint golden light. Guilliman looked at her with a slight frown and a look of displeasure. This short girl was wrapped in a red robe, her bare feet exposed to the cold wind.

“Emperor? You just said that.” Guilliman said silently, he raised his head, his words were full of majesty and questioning. Of course, the original body would not tolerate any challenge, especially a little girl.

“Of course, sir, I was summoned by her to come here to help you.” The girl lowered her head piously, her palm gently pressing on her heart, “Just as the emperor said, follow his will, He did not ask me to kneel to you. His messenger will not kneel to anyone, not even his son.”

“Are you that girl? The girl in my dream?” Among the few mortals following Guilliman, the excited priest suddenly jumped out. His expression was joyful, mixed with a lot of fanaticism. Guilliman looked at him with some displeasure. The Primarch’s attitude towards religion was well known.

“Dreams? Father Mathieu, are you talking about dreams?” Guilliman asked, his face still stern, as if he was not interested in this question at all.

“Yes, sir, a dream.” Father Mathieu made the eagle salute on his chest, and after a series of pious and longing prayers to the emperor’s statue in the church, he finally came belatedly to the emperor. Liman said, “Yes, sir, I received the emperor’s oracle in my dream. He told me about a girl who will help you win this war.”

“First of all, don’t make me wait, Mathieu, you are not qualified, and secondly.” Guilliman said and looked at the girl, “You said you are my father’s messenger? How can you prove it? It’s just your words. ?”

“She showed miracles, Your Majesty!” The major, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his head and said enthusiastically and positively, “We all saw it with our own eyes, Your Majesty.”

“Keep calm, Major. Are you a soldier or a commander? You should think carefully before speaking, and what you just said obviously did not have any serious thinking.” Guilliman said, looking at the major’s expression with criticism and displeasure. His demeanor was enough to make any mortal feel ashamed and afraid.

Under the gaze of the original body, Guilliman spoke slowly, “Vito, this is your man, don’t you say something? You are unexpectedly quiet today, aren’t you?”

“Quiet? Maybe.” From behind Guilliman, Vito Constantine walked out. He was wearing golden power armor that should have been quite eye-catching, but for a while, no one noticed him. .

He came to Guilliman and stood side by side with him. Vito watched the major raise his head, “But Lord Guilliman is right, you should stay calm. This is the most basic quality of an imperial officer. I know your army This is not strictly managed, but I hope all of you will be as self-restrained as the Navy.”

“Your Majesty, I apologize for my rashness, but what I said is definitely not false.” The major lowered his head and said, “She showed a miracle, which is obvious to everyone. There is no room for sophistry or ignorance.”

Guilliman frowned slightly and cast his sight on the nun beside the major. “Yes, sir, what the major said is true. This girl has indeed shown miracles.”

“What kind of miracle?” Guilliman continued to ask, “Look up, I want to see your eyes and listen to what you say.”

The nun raised her head, her eyes locked with Guilliman’s, but she nodded without any hesitation, “As I said, respected primarch, this girl has performed miracles before our eyes, and demons are afraid of her. She drove away the demons with the radiance of the Emperor, shattering their bodies and burning them to ashes.”

“This is a real miracle! I wish I could be there to see it with my own eyes.” Mathieu raised his hands devoutly and looked at the angel on the spire. He looked at the girl with longing eyes, confirming what he believed in. , “She is a true saint, my lord, what is there to doubt?”

Guilliman looked at the girl. She stood there, silently but without fear, looking at the original body. Guilliman looked away silently, “Major, report the local situation.”

The major was stunned for a moment, not understanding why the original body suddenly asked this question, but when he raised his head and looked into his eyes, he immediately spoke truthfully, “The losses have been heavy, sir, but we still hold on to the final hive.” of major and minor thoroughfares.”

“Where is the starport?” Guilliman asked.

“Also under control, my lord.”

“Very well, get your people ready. My follow-up troops will be deployed immediately. I want your commanders to report the situation to them and obey the commands of me and our officers from now on.”

Guilliman said calmly but majestically, and the major lowered his head without hesitation, “As you wish, my lord.” “Very well, Sister, your people are as reliable as the major.”

“As the emperor wishes, my lord, you…” the nun asked doubtfully, raising her eyes to look at the girl. She stood there expressionlessly, stroking the head of the little black-haired girl next to her with her hand. The latter was frightened, but she seemed to have not seen the original body at all.

“When the Lord is in front of you, look at him with your eyes!” the Ultramarines standard bearer behind Guilliman said angrily. He moved forward to teach the girl a lesson, but Guilliman raised his hand to stop him.

“My lord, how should we arrange the emperor’s envoys?” Mathieu stepped forward and asked. He showed courage that few mortals have. Even though he knew that Guilliman might deliberately avoid the question, he still chose to do so. ask.

“I know many apostles and priests. I know their miracles and their power. Many of them are difficult to understand, but I don’t think they represent the authority of my father.”

Guilliman said silently, with an expressionless face, “I know many psykers, many of whom have extraordinary powers, but they never know it.”

he said, looking at the priest instead of the girl, who also touched the head of the little girl next to him, paying no attention to the Primarch who was speaking.

“When danger comes, their power will be awakened at their potential, and then they will show many miraculous powers. But is this really related to my father?”

Guilliman looked at the nuns and asked the major. Of course, they did not answer because they did not need to answer. “A long time ago, long before my father became the emperor and before the empire was established, such people existed widely. They were ignorant. Some people call them witches, but knowledgeable people know how to call them and treat them correctly.”

“As far as I know, this kind of people led to the fall of the Golden Age. They were unable to control their own power and would attract demons and predators from the void.” Guilliman said calmly, his voice calm but not letting go. No one ignored it, except that girl, who still touched the black-haired girl’s head, even though the latter’s face was full of fear.

The major and the nun looked at each other nervously, and Mathieu also showed a surprised look, “Sir, you can’t, no! Absolutely not, she is your father’s messenger, and I will never allow it!”

“You don’t allow it?” Guilliman asked indifferently, his eyes swept over, and the priest froze in an instant. After he realized his gaffe, he nodded silently and stepped back, “Please forgive me, my lord. , but I advise you”

“Yes, she is my father’s messenger, maybe, maybe not, but I think I should show respect to my father.” Guilliman said, turning to look at his followers, among whom there are more than limits. Warriors, as well as the Imperial Guards who followed Vito, and the Sisters of Silence.

He looked at the Sisters of Silence, raised his finger and pointed at one of them, “Sister Samira, you are responsible for taking care of this young messenger, take her down, and take care of her on my behalf. As for Father Mathieu”

The original body looked at the priest with cold but majestic eyes, “You just offended me, but I chose to forgive you. Now, I give you a task, use it as an atonement matter, as you are willing to call it.”

“Of course, sir, what is it?” Mathieu asked. Guilliman looked at the girl with a smile. She still didn’t look at the original body. “Go and check to see if she is the saint you call her. If She’s not. I believe you know what to do, and as for how to check, just use your old methods. I heard you like those methods.”

Guilliman turned and left, leaving only the people there. Mathieu looked at the girl with doubts on her face. He knew what method Guilliman was talking about.

And when Mathieu looked, the girl just smiled and tilted her head at him. She had no fear.