Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor - #704 - Chapter 685 The Final Autumn: Vito’s Letter

There is an oval tower at the highest point of Macraghera Fortress. In the study room surrounded by Roman colonnades, there are many books, documents, and Guilliman’s private collection. Most of them are rare and unique copies. , recording the last events of a distant era.

And none of them, those books with the most distant stories, can compare with this letter. There is a simple, even a little too simple letter placed on the desk. Considering its content and the writer, this letter is simply casual. .

There is no sealing wax, the handwriting is sloppy, and there is even God knows what kind of grease on it. The letter itself is not a high-end parchment, but just an ordinary printing paper. The character of its owner is also like this. Casual, but the content is anything but.

Guilliman was looking at this letter. He still had nutrition bottles hanging on his body and various hoses plugged into him. Since the end of the Plague War, he had been quickly brought back to Hera Fortress by the Ultramarines for treatment. He was surrounded by the best physicians in the galaxy, Space Marines and mortals alike.

These days, Guilliman felt like an animal in a laboratory, surrounded by scientists in white coats. They worked hard to remove the plague and scars from Guilliman’s body and restore the original body to its original state. According to one of the doctors, it was like a newborn baby.

But Guilliman knew that was not the case. The mark of Nurgle still remained on him. He could feel the divine plague running in his body. It was just more secretive and almost impossible to be observed by the outside world. But Guilliman knew it himself. He knew , Nurgle could kill himself at any time if he wanted to.

But it didn’t, and the answer to all this lies in the letter in front of him. Guilliman dismissed the guards and doctors who had been following him all day long, and read the contents here alone. Of course, he knew that he must also In this way, because of the content of the letter……

Below is the content of the letter.

Child, you were already awake when you saw this letter, child? Damn, I’m really a bit of a coward, aren’t I? But sometimes I really forget that I am older than you, but I am often more immature than any of you, but that’s how it is for people, isn’t it? The older you get, the more stubborn you will be in believing in something, because that is the reason why you persist until now.

I am not good at rhetoric, nor do I understand literature, so I just said Robert, your father, I mean him, your biological father. I know you have never regarded him as your father, but you share his blood. Blood, this is the fact, which makes you involuntarily fall into the big trouble he caused.

You couldn’t get out of that trouble, not when I first met you, and no, I’m not talking about Macragge, not when he found you, but on Terra, and you must have been fine. I have the impression that it was in the genetic laboratory in the Himalayas. Your mother, my lover, don’t believe it. Although I am a lover of Alexandre Dumas, Astara (Author’s note: the name Astarte is too weird) (so I changed it)) is indeed one of my favorite women from the past.

She is a good person, a truly good person. She is your mother. Although you have never known it, she brought me to meet you. It is ironic to say the least. At that time, the emperor’s evil pen gave you names that were all numbers. I made an impromptu decision. I gave you names, and as a result, you were actually called by these names. I don’t know whether it was fate or some more profound manipulation, but your Connaught father called you Robert, just like I did at that time.

Children, I watched you come up, and I watched you grow up. You serve under me, but you are all my friends, even brothers. The hierarchy of generations is confusing, right? But what the heck.

Robert, I really love you. You know that an old immortal like me should never curse. I told you that immortality is actually a curse. It is a curse that makes you unable to die even if you want to. You will see As all my friends pass away one by one, I have experienced it too many times. Apart from him, you are one of the only friends I can keep with you for a long time, so I really don’t want to tell you this, but I have to tell you. you.

This is my responsibility. I know that I am a casual and willful person, but I also know my mission well. During those long years, I knew what I wanted to do, and I also know what I should do now, and You, my child and friend, you have already been in the chess game, and I know that you also understand your mission, but today, I want to tell you your true mission.

Your blood father, the one I once called brother, betrayed us. , this time is more serious, he will become a god. No matter you want to admit it, child, he is already a god. My brother is dead, your father is also dead, and now he is just a corpse with an obsession for revenge. of living corpses.

That is a god, a god more terrifying than the Chaos Gods. Chaos only wants endless joy and fun, and what he wants is very simple, just destruction. He intends to destroy the entire universe. Literally, he will Destroy the universe, you, and everything I have ever cared about will disappear.

I won’t allow it, child, I will stop him from going even if he is called a traitor by the world, don’t hate those people, because they don’t know anything, I also hope they don’t know, because, this is also a curse, kill It’s hard to be my lifelong friend, I can tell you that, but I have to do it.

My child, I watched you grow up, I watched you step into the star sea, ascend the throne of Macragge and the throne, sleep and wake up again, I know who you are, I understand you, maybe, just like your father Conor. , you probably know me too, so I know you won’t stand idly by either.

This is a dangerous bet, Robert. You and I will be regarded as traitors, and we will be accused by thousands of people just like Horus once was. But I don’t care. When everything is over, I will leave quietly, and But you, my child, can’t do this. You can’t just throw it away like me, so I hope you think it through before making a decision.

And when you make your decision, if you still decide to embark on this road of eternal destruction with me, I want you to be prepared. The plague war is over, and I promise you that Nurgle will not come back again. They won’t hinder you. Although they can hardly be called help, don’t worry about them stabbing you in the back. Those guys are crazy, but they also know how to protect themselves and fight for survival. If everything goes well, your former traitor brothers will also Will come back with me.

But at that time, everyone was a “traitor”, right? So okay, you just get along with them, at least I hope so, and you know what to do with the rest, prepare your troops for war, polish your weapons and blades, and use your rights to take over and control most of the empire for the trial Be prepared today, and I will have the Inquisition and the Assassin’s Court assist you.

and I? I will leave, quietly of course, and I will leave a substitute to confuse the god on the throne. He cannot know what I will do next, and neither will you. I don’t want to deceive you, child, but, Maybe it sounds like an excuse, but you don’t know what’s better for you.

When I return I hope you are ready and that is all, no matter how you choose Robert, I want you to know that your mother Astara and I are so proud of you that you have truly become the person you wanted to be. Become a person.

Farewell, Robert Guilliman, Lord of Macragge and my son.

Vito Constantine.

Guilliman put down the letter in his hand. He leaned on his desk and chair and looked at the moonlight outside the colonnade. The stars in the sky were shining in the sky, shining on those blue eyes.

“Good luck to you, my Father of Guidance.”