Warhammer Inquisitor Chapter 250

  Chapter 250 Rise of the Primarch: Ten Thousand Years of Sorrow

  The banquet hall was very lively, where the blue and gray warriors were singing and dancing, and the laughter gradually reached a climax with the splashing of wine, especially the long table on the east side of the banquet hall.

  Ragnar is standing on the table, the Emperor is above, how does this table support an Astartes to climb up? I believe Kaul and the Mechanicus must be interested in checking the structure of the long table, but they can't now because Ragnar is still standing on it and writing a lot.

The young wolf cub of the Space Wolves stood on the long table, holding an extrlarge Fenris wine glass in his hand, and the wine in it splashed around as Ragnar kept waving his arms and yelling, but this was different from the surrounding crowd below. Compared with the other fighters, they are not that bad, after all, these young fighters have the same enthusiasm as Ragnar.

  Space Wolves and the young warriors of the Ultramarines surrounded Ragnar, holding their wine glasses and cheering enthusiastically beside Ragnar, echoing the important part of Ragnar's Fenris-style celebration banquet on the long table, bragging.

"Do you know what I met outside that crappy church? I met a super big and ugly Khorne!" Ragnar roared loudly, and the drink came out with his arms swishing. Swinging it around, pieces of golden orange water stains spilled on the table.

The surrounding soldiers cheered, and the wine was waved in their hands, and a large amount of wine was spilled on their power armor. I am sure that they will definitely be taught a lesson by their sergeants tomorrow, but now they are obviously still Without realizing it, she was listening to Ragnar's bragging with enthusiasm.

"I had a fight with a Chaos Traitor just before that! A mighty warrior with an elbow as thick as a Leman Russ barrel! Swinging the chainaxe was like firing a cannonball, blah blah blah It killed a lot of people."

Ragnar stood on the wine table and waved his arms vividly. He yelled and showed how the traitor hacked people, "Do you know what I did to him? I threw him over the shoulder Fly to the wall, and cut off his head with the axe! In the name of the All Father!"

Ragnar raised his arms and shouted, and the surrounding soldiers cheered together, but Olaf, who stood among their sons, sighed speechlessly. He was there at the time and knew what happened, so he knew that Ragnar was bragging now. , probably exaggerated the actual combat effect by ten times? Possibly a conservative estimate.

   But you know, this is the young man of Fenris, so Olaf decided to respect the ancient customs passed down from Leman Russ, and decided to keep silent about it.

Seriously, if Vito can ask Vito in Olaf, how did their Primarch Leman Russ brag after the battle? As the number one cowhide master in the universe, he can put himself and a The three to four meter tall warriors in heavy armor fought a fight, blowing themselves into a wrestling match with the one hundred meter tall frost giant.

  Obviously Ragnar has perfectly inherited the talent of his genetic father, and his bragging is vivid, vivid and exciting. Now he is standing on the table and gesticulating while walking.

"Then that ugly monster came out, and that monster was holding an ax to fight the warrior, ha! Then he found the right person!" Ragnar shouted loudly and punched him in the air. The soldiers cheered enthusiastically again, and Loken, who was standing among them, looked at the young man on the table with a playful smile on his face.

"I had a fight with it, and it was definitely a wonderful fight, even more exciting than the Sakya epic! It slashed, I dodged, I slashed and stabbed, it charged, I blocked, a sword fight." Ragnar said directly With the chainaxe drawn, he swung it overhead with a loud yell to cheers.

   "That monster is taller than a mountain, I think it's as high as 150 meters! It blocked the sky and hit me fiercely, but I blocked them all!"

   Look, what am I talking about, super double isn't it?

Ragnar gestured on the table with his tomahawk in his hand. He raised his huge tomahawk and strode forward. Finally, he turned sharply and slashed down with the axe. and the remains of dinner plates flying around.

  Although the soldiers were smashed by the wreckage of food and drink, they all shouted passionately. They held up their wine glasses and shouted like the people on the table.

"I climbed up a mountain range, jumped towards the monster on the cliff, and then opened its head with an axe! The giant fell to the ground like a landslide!" Ragnar pulled out the chainsaw Ax howled and said, he took a big gulp of vodka casually, and the wine flowed down the crevices of his beard. The ones on the beard flew around.

  He laughed, and the young warriors joined him, obviously no one noticed how outrageous these passages were, but this was a Fenrisian feast.

  Ragnar looked at one area, he laughed and saw Lancelot coming, the latter was walking from the landing deck with a power sword on his face, and the Thunderhawk transporting them behind him had just taken off.

"Lancelot! My good brother, why do you look like you came from Caliban?" Ragnar laughed and jumped off the long table. He strode forward with his glass in hand. Lancelot Then he straightened his sword belt with a wry smile.

   "Try to have a fight with a big unclean person, and the pile of ugly and disgusting dog **** around him."

   "Okay, stop complaining, my father! Why are you so smelly, you fell into the cesspit?"

Ragnar stepped forward and hugged Lancelot's shoulder and complained instantly. The latter rolled his eyes and snatched the wine glass from Ragnar's hand. Lancelot drank the remaining half of the glass and slammed Smash it on the ground.

"Fuck, nonsense! Try being sprayed with blood from that dog!" Lancelot complained loudly, while Ragnar backed away with a joking smile, blocking the surrounding soldiers He looked at Lancelot like a monkey.

"Back them all! Be careful that he is poisonous." Ragnar said with a smile, and the soldiers behind him laughed with wine glasses. When Lancelot sighed speechlessly, Bell walked beside him. Bell's set The white armor was also obviously dyed, turning into some kind of dirty light yellow.

   "I have disinfected everyone deeply. I have done at least ten inspections and nano-level sterilization, so you don't have to worry about what weird plague we will bring back."

Bell patted the stain on his shoulder as he spoke. He tried to clean it but obviously failed. Bell's expression was very uncomfortable. As a pharmacist, he has a strong tendency towards cleanliness, and now his armor is simply a nuisance to him. torment.

"And Lord Celestine's protective aura is indeed very effective. None of us got sick, so we are safe no matter in terms of biology or psionics." Bell continued, but Ragnar Haha smiled and pointed at them.

   "But it stinks." "Shut up, you don't need to tell us!"

Ragnar looked at the source of the voice with a smile. Celestine came from a distance with a disgusted face. She was followed by Drantius, who walked steadily behind the living saint holding a halberd, but Contrary to the calm and calm Drantius, Celestine even has the heart to kill.

"I burned my whole body with holy fire, but the smell just can't get rid of! Did that fat man Nurgle deliberately disgust me?!" The little angel cursed loudly, and even more so when she lifted the stinky hair in front of her. Out of anger, raging fire shot out from her dharma beam in an instant.

  Drantius stepped aside consciously, while Ragnar and the warriors started admiring. Celestine clenched his fists angrily and looked around for that guy.

"Where's Vito?! That old bastard, I'm going to beat him out!" Celestine cursed angrily, while Loken walked out of the soldiers with a wine glass and smiled, and he greeted Drantius He nodded and smiled at her.

"He and Lord Guilliman went to the top of the tower to talk about business. You can beat him up tomorrow, and in order not to make him laugh at you while being beaten up, you'd better go take a bath." Loken smiled. said, raising his glass to Celestine, who was pulling at her hair angrily.

"Bell! Take me to your bathhouse, **** it, I will kill him tomorrow!" Celestine said as she pushed Bell towards the exit of the banquet hall. The people who stayed there looked at her involuntarily. laughed out loud.

"Aha!" Ragnar laughed and suddenly leaned forward to hug Lancelot. Of course he didn't care about the smell at all. After all, his usual hygiene style is the one that can make Bell swing the chainsword to punish him. kind.

"Where are your mysterious brothers? Didn't come to the victory banquet?" Ragnar asked with a smile, while Lancelot shook his head with a helpless sigh, "No, besides, it's hard for me to believe that the dark The Angels have this sort of "banquet," and they go back to the ship after they're done."

   "Fuck, what a bunch of boring people, as boring as Eisenstein!" Even though he said so, Ragnar still looked around to find Eisenstein, and continued to yell loudly after making sure that he was not around.

"But it's okay, you can attend the banquet instead of them, come with us!" Ragnar walked towards the soldiers with a laugh and a smile in his arms around Lancelot. Step into them.

   "Don't you think I stink?" Lancelot said with a smile as he took a glass of wine from a soldier, and Ragnar laughed and clinked his glass with him and took a big sip of wine.

   "Did I tell you that story? I took a dagger out of under a mammoth carcass on Fenris, and that smelled better than yours!"

Loken stood behind them and looked at the young people walking away. He turned around and smiled at Drantius. Loken picked up a glass of wine from the table and handed it to Drantius. The latter smiled slightly after taking the glass. With a smile, the two ten-thousand-year veterans held cups with each other.

  When the banquet hall is singing and dancing, it is not so lively on the top tower of the extreme fortress. A dark and silent atmosphere surrounds the place, and those laughter and singing seem to become a fuzzy phantom of another world.

The sheer sheer curtain, undulating with the wind blowing from the open colonnade, reflected gritty glints from the hazy moonlight, which stretched from the edge of the room all the way to the white On the desk, the light also shines on the blue arm sitting on the steps in front of the desk.

  He sat in front of the huge, oversized desk specially tailored for the Primarch, and there were many books piled up around him, or more accurately, diaries.

Guilliman sat on the steps and looked at the book in his hand. He looked at everything on the page with a solemn expression. Every primarch has its own outstanding characteristics, and for Guilliman, it is the memory of a photographic memory. Quick grasp of knowledge, so it took him some time to read these books, and he also understood what the empire is like today.

  Guilliman closed the book, and he sat on the ground lamenting, the moonlight shining on his weathered face, as if the Primarch had really grown old in that eternal sleep.

"This used to be the study of my father Connor. I would play here when I was very young and watch him deal with all kinds of difficult and difficult problems. When I grew up, it became my study. I am here. Knowing Horus' treachery, the Shadow Crusade and all."

"But all of that, all of that, everything I've ever experienced here is far more than this, this... **** it." Guilliman held his head sadly, his power fist slightly on his head Tightening, fingers lightly ran across the golden hair.

  He bowed his head in great pain, and sighed endlessly, "Rather than letting me see all this, it would be better for Fulgrim to kill me at that time."

   "I know, Loken and his reaction are the same." Vito stood on the edge of the study and looked at the city below. The city of glory has been lit with lights, and the planet is recovering from the flames of war.

"I've also told you about my past ten thousand years. I've told you everything I've said to Loken." Vito said standing in the moonlight, while Guilliman behind him was sitting in the dim Contemplating in the study, his silence lasted for quite a while.

   "Do you really believe that Hope is still alive? Do you really believe that in this dark empire, there is still a seed called Hope in the galaxy?"

The moonlight shone on Vito's face, and the hazy moonlight reflected on the black pupils. Vito Constantine, the ancient guardian who lived for 40,000 years, turned to look at Guilliman, who was sitting in the shadows , whether it is his person or his heart.

  The edge of Vito's hair was shining with moonlight. From this angle, he looked as great as a descended god, but he was not a god, Guilliman knew, or even a **** might not be able to save this declining empire.

"I am a soldier, a soldier, and I know that everything is war and fighting. I have tried my best to defend human civilization, but I am not a politician and a sage. I don't know how to manage and lead human beings. However, today I am I want to tell you a story, a story that both I and the Emperor have experienced."

  Guilliman slowly raised his head to look at Vito, who turned sideways to look at the bright moon, and the holy moonlight shone on his face, illuminating the outline of his entire face.

Vito sighed for a long time before speaking, he looked up at the moon, and the memory of the past came to his mind, "Before we were born, from the earliest times, human beings have started wars, and the irony is that wars The essence always reflects the essence of the parties involved in the war."

   "He and I have witnessed wars, all kinds of noble or ridiculous wars, one after another, the destruction filled the world, and there is no end in sight."

  Vito's voice was like the waves of the long river of time, and the sound of the turbulent waves was transmitted to Guilliman's ears with the moonlight. He looked at the man, as if he was looking directly at the embodiment of the essence of human history.

"We have also been disappointed in human beings. I, he, are all. We all have many precious things destroyed by endless wars. In the desire of human beings to kill, hatred, hatred and pain are filled with the cradle of our birth. Every inch of land."

   "However, in the endless killing, human beings will occasionally find the seeds of salvation, the seeds of hope, but similarly, human beings will also find other things, the seeds of destruction."

"Many people have been sacrificed, and we have seen humanity plunged into horrific wars, escalating wars, from swords to nuclear warheads, and senseless bloodshed that left Terra permanently scarred. "

  Vito looked at the shining moonlight in the sky, the clouds covering the bright moon gradually dissipated, and the purest and brightest moonlight projected onto the earth, illuminating him and everything in the study.

  Guilliman looked at his back, the silver moonlight shone across his cheeks, like a layer of silver veil, Vito stood with his back to him, standing under the moonlight, in the turbulent waves of the long river of time.

  "But amidst the destruction, the seeds planted by countless generations of ancestors are also thriving. When the seeds of destruction engulf the world, the seeds of hope are also taking root and sprouting."

   "Time has not erased the progressive side of human beings. In the end, after we have traveled thousands of years with human civilization, human eyes have turned from blood, dust and death to the stars."

  Vito looked up at the stars all over the sky, he stretched out his hand as if trying to grab the star, the endless starry sky flickered in the dark Milky Way, shining light into the dark forest.

  “We are always looking at the stars, looking at the invisible distance, the new home that can free us from resource scarcity, land scarcity and eternal strife, looking at the new home that brings everything.”

"Humanity has never given up on exploring, yearning, trying to find new horizons, finding new spaces to grow and multiply. The Emperor and I witnessed the flowering of that seed. At the end of 3K, for the first time in history, all human beings in the Unite in a common desire, united in a common purpose."

   "Go to the stars, to those times that can bring mankind out of the darkness, a paradise that brings infinite possibilities to all."

  Vito said looking at the stars, Guilliman also stood up and walked to the side, the two of them looked at the endless stars together, the stars that humans have looked up to for tens of millions of years, and finally set foot on.

"This is the reason why the emperor and I are willing to believe in human beings, and why we are willing to give everything for them. In the tens of millions of years before all this, human beings killed each other in the dark, repeating the pain and suffering again and again, but At that moment, we discovered that since the seeds of hope were still taking root and sprouting, they brought salvation to human civilization in the deepest night.”

"No one ever believed in that before, that hope seemed like an illusion, but I have lived for forty thousand years, Guilliman, I have lived through a night deeper than these ten thousand years, and he and I have witnessed the seed brought redemption, so I believe that the seed is still growing, and this time, it will also bring hope."

  Guilliman turned his head to look at Vito beside him. After a moment of silence, Guilliman said slowly, "What do you want us to do? What do you want us to do about the seed of hope?"

  "Our compatriots have been in the dark land for too long, it's time for us to look at the stars again."

Together, Vito and Guilliman looked up at the sky full of stars, the stars that shone in the dark, the stars that united all mankind in the Golden Age and the Great Crusade, the stars that united people in the Age of Strife and the Age of Darkness. Heading, a great goal.

   Yes, it's time for humans to look at the Milky Way again.

  (end of this chapter)

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