Warhammer Inquisitor Chapter 343

Chapter 343 Crusade Road: Astartes Gathering

Terra Standard Year - M31K.401

Great Expedition Eastern Galactic Province-Main Star of the Mikaia Galaxy

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I dare say that such a summit must be rare. It is not uncommon for space warriors to appear in groups in the present era. Space Marine Force, so it's no surprise that these tall giants are everywhere.

But here, in the newly built Sacred Flame Palace on today's main planet Mikaia, there is an unprecedented gathering of interstellar fighters, which is not reflected in the absolute number. In fact, the number of people in this hall The number of space warriors is only a little over a hundred, but the uniqueness of this gathering is reflected in the fact that almost all the warriors of the eighteen legions are present.

From the 1st Army to the 18th Legion, warriors wearing power armor of various colors and styles and wearing the weapon logos created by their respective legions' unique culture gathered together. These tall giants stood on this towering dome Next, each other gathered in groups of three or four to chat with each other.

Soldiers from different legions chatted happily. They are all strong men from various legions. In fact, the people who can stand here cannot be ordinary space warriors, at least they must be officers. The members of the first class gather together as equals, they have the same high-level military ranks, and they also have the same respectable achievements.

But when the sound of light footsteps entered the hall from beyond the gate, a little mortal figure walked among the space marines, his boots inlaid with silver iron plates stepped on the white marble floor of the hall of the sacred flame. Above, he's wearing a rather understated, even inconspicuous black jacket, with the bolter slung sideways on his belt that swings as he walks.

Logically speaking, when a mortal walks into such a Gathering of Space Warriors, regardless of his status and reputation, he should be quite cautious and awed. Most imperial nobles, even those famous family members on Terra, would Choose to walk quietly from the edge of the hall, trying not to attract the attention of the space warriors here.

But this man didn't, he walked straight into the hall, without even dodging, he walked straight towards the White Scars warrior in front of him, as if the tall giant should give way to him, what a bold act! I bet he'd be... well, Space Marines out of the way.

The eagle warrior from Planet Chogoris moved aside respectfully. He leaned his right hand on his chest and bowed obediently to those who walked by. Several officers of other legions beside him immediately moved aside. Open, one after another bowed their heads to salute him on both sides.

And so the mortal man walked through the midst of a crowd of Space Marines, all Space Marine officers from all Legions making way for him, all these formidable Space Marine officers using their In the culture of the legion's home planet, the most expressive gesture of respect and submission pays tribute to it.

Even the arrogant warriors of their respective Legions, who were the most arrogant and defiant, with respect only for the Primarch himself, bowed down to him, and he raised his eyebrows as he passed among them, watching with a hint of a smile. Lord Aidolon of the Emperor's Children Legion bowed his head.

The proud Emperor's Son reluctantly lowered his head. Obviously he didn't approve of the man in front of him very much, but it didn't matter. After all, besides himself, Aidolon might also Just a little bit of respect for Fulgrim, and only a little bit.

When the man passed by Aidolon, he glanced at the two warriors standing behind him. Among them was a young swordsman with short hair. He stood behind Aidolon wearing his gorgeous slender rapier, his handsome face His face was full of incomparably confident smiles, his face was handsome without any blemishes at all, a simple word would be perfect, he was a typical son of the emperor who couldn't be more typical.

Beside him is the Emperor's Son with long hair. The difference between him and his brother is that he also has a handsome face and is quite humble, without any arrogance on his face. expression, but a calm expression with the head bowed in respect.

"Hello, Captain Tarwiz, and Captain Lucius."

"My tribute to you, Marshal." Lucius raised his head and responded with that incomparably confident smile. Tor saw a new scar on the back of Lucius' cheek?

Lucius showed that part quite intentionally. Vito knew that Lucius had the habit of defeating a powerful opponent. It is worth mentioning that he left a small scar on his face to show his honor and Victory is displayed in the most inescapable way.

After all, the medal is hung on the chest. If Lucius doesn't take the initiative to introduce it, you will ignore that part if you don't pay attention. The “medal” on the face is as long as you look at Lucius' face when you talk to him. There's no need for this self-confident fighter to brag about himself, although in effect it makes him look a little more haughty.

As I said before, the most typical Emperor's Children.

"I salute you, Marshal." Tarvitz next to Lucius nodded to Vito in a more satisfying and cheerful tone. Vito looked at him and nodded with a smile. One of the most relatable fighters among the Madmans and the Perfect Seekers, not because of anything else, but because of his eternal humility and true respect for others.

"Yeah, Tarwiz, I wish you a happy day." Vito nodded again to Saul Tarwiz. Among the Emperor's Children, Tarwiz has always been his favorite fighter, and the relative Correspondingly, Eidolon was the one he disliked the most, so Vito just glanced at Eidolon, but walked over without saying a word.

Apparently this made the honorable Lord Eidolon very upset. He frowned and glared at Vito, but then he glanced at the first company commander of the Imperial Fist who stood opposite him and frowned immediately after seeing his angry expression. After Sigismund's warning expression, Master Eduron immediately suppressed his anger.

Vito didn't need to turn around, he knew Eidolon's expression behind him. He put one hand on the bolt gun on his waist and waved gently as he walked in front of Sigismund. The Imperial Fist officers responded to Vito's friendly greeting in typical, standard Sons of Dorne fashion.

With a straight face, he stood at attention and saluted Vito expressionlessly. Vito looked at them with a wry smile on his face. They were definitely the sons of Rogge Dorn, and he knew it without looking at their armor.

Vito continued to move forward, and he passed between a group of space warriors who made way for a straight road on both sides. They all stood on both sides, following Vito who was walking in front of him intently, and Vito also looked at them, Looking for those friends he knew, he quickly found them.

"Hey, Loken, congratulations on your promotion, you are also the company commander now." Vito stopped and stood in front of the young Luna Wolf officer, Gavier Loken looked quite stiff, looking around The officers around him who are older than him, in fact, he is the youngest member here, his face is full of youthfulness and restraint.

"Thank you for your reminder, Marshal! I assure you that I will faithfully perform my duty, for the Emperor, the Warmaster, and you!" Loken stood at attention and said loudly, as if it was some kind of duty report The report would be the same, which made the various regiment commanders around him laugh.

Torgaton, who was beside Loken, immediately put his arms around Loken's shoulder, and he patted the young company commander's shoulder, "Okay, Loken, stop seeing people congratulating you on your promotion every day, and let you go immediately." I feel annoyed when I speak the official language."

"That's right, brother, your promotion is a matter of course. All of us still remember that you led your troops on Ullanor and blocked a large group of green-skinned beasts alone. Without your leadership, the Warmaster And the Emperor could not have stormed the Greenskins' palace, slain the beast and won, and the Warmaster would not have been our Warmaster without your valiant fight."

Asimander, known as "Little Horus", also stood behind Loken and said with a smile, while Loken was startled and immediately nodded to him in awe, "No, the title of Warmaster is because of his own achievements. , Lord Horus would have done it without me! I dare not compete for the honor of Warmaster."

"Enough, Loken, Asimander is joking, you didn't hear it? You are too easy to be teased." Among the officers of the Shadow Moon Wolf, the first company commander Abaddon, who was wearing a tall Terminator armor, haha Laughing, the Shadow Moon Wolf warriors behind him also laughed together, which made Loken quite ashamed and at a loss.

Seeing Loken's flustered look, Vito was also amused. He smiled and patted Loken's leg armor and walked over. He pointed at Torgaton with his finger like a pistol, "You are responsible for making Loken stop being so weird, can you do it?"

"Guaranteed to complete the task, Marshal." Torgaton also made a pistol gesture and pointed at Vito, then turned around and walked towards a certain direction in the hall with Loken in his arms. Dun dragged away like a blinded little wolf cub.

Abaddon and Asimander also laughed, and the Luna Wolf warriors began chatting with the surrounding Imperial Fists, Ultramarines, and Blood Angels company commanders, discussing more pleasant little things. Jokes.

After Vito became active from behind, soldiers walked past the soldiers laughing and chatting with each other. Amid the laughter, he walked to the door at the end of the hall. It was a magnificent door built according to the emperor's "local gold" The huge gate, as usual, was shining with gold, and there were too many meaningless decorations. In front of the gate stood two Custodians.

Vito saw two Space Marine officers standing in front of the door. They were away from the crowd, standing in the shadow of the colonnade in front of the door, talking softly, as if it was an ulterior secret.

"Okay, Aciman, you and Sanguinor are not the dark guys of the Dark Angels, what little secrets are you exchanging here?" Vito walked up with a smile, and the two standing in front of the gate The soldier also looked at Vito. The Blood Angels company commander, who was standing in a gorgeous red armor and a pair of steel wings behind him, had a slightly weird expression on his face.

"Master Vito, please don't call me by that name, call me Azcalon." "What's the matter? I think Sanguinor's name sounds nice. It's the same as your Primarch's. I always think his A name like himself, the most beautiful of all Primarchs."

"That's why I changed my name. I don't intend to use this name that looks like Lord Sanguinius to share his honor and respect. I hope to fight for it with my own hands. Let the name Azcalon, It can also be remembered by people.”

The "former" Sanguinor, now the captain of the first company of the Blood Angels renamed Azcalon, and also the captain of the Primarch's own guard said so, Vito shrugged with a smile, "Okay, okay, But I believe your name is still loud enough."

"Then, I am very honored, my lord, then call me Azcalon instead of the original name that offended the Primarch himself." The company commander said seriously, although Vito had a smile on his face in front of him, There is no trace of seriousness corresponding to each other.

After all, not only Vito, but even his Primarch, Sanguinius, the father of the Blood Angels, never felt that the name Sanguinor was an offense to him. On the contrary, the Primarch himself liked the name very much. Make him and his offspring more like true father and son.

But his first company commander still thought that the almost identical name to the Primarch was a disrespectful offense, so he changed his name to Azcalon.

Vito walked up to the two of them, and he looked at Ahriman with his arms in his arms. The chief think tank curator of the Thousand Sons looked very distressed, and the sadness on his face was completely different from the cheerful soldiers gathered in the hall behind him. , it's hard to believe this is happening at the same time under the same roof.

"How is it? I'm worried about losing my job, Ahriman." Vito greeted him with that cheerful smile that could melt icebergs as always, and Ahriman also smiled with a trace of bitterness on his face.

"No, Marshal, I'm not worrying about myself, but Lord Magrus." Ahriman said and turned to look at the magnificent gate behind him. The gate was closed tightly, and the gate was guarded by two guards. , They held halberds and stood guard in front of the gate.

"What are you worried about? It's his brother and father inside, isn't it? And me, the handsome and awesome Generalissimo Vito." Vito boasted and pointed to himself, his head raised as if to turn his nostrils into new ones. eyes, that movement made him look rather comical.

Of course, Vito did it on purpose to ease the chilling atmosphere here. Azcalon laughed immediately when he saw the movement, he smiled and nodded and pressed Ahriman's shoulder, "Marshal is right. , it's all brothers inside, you have nothing to worry about.”

"If the people there could still be called Lord Magruth's brother, they wouldn't use a trial to question him." Ahriman said softly, he raised his eyes to look at Vito in front of him, and then The latter shrugged his shoulders with his hands in his arms, and glanced at the assembly scene in the hall behind him.

"I don't think this is a trial. You and the Thousand Sons are here too, aren't you? Having a drink with the brothers in the hall, I believe it will be like this inside."

Ariman looked at the assembled soldiers in the hall, "No, Vito, that is the execution squad, the execution squad used to execute us when Lord Magrus and we refused to give up our psionic powers and knowledge."

"Look, the Emperor's executioners are here." Ahriman said, turning his head to look at the corner of the hall, and Vito also turned his head slightly to look in that direction, where a group of Space Wolves officers gathered. Holding wine glasses around a long table and shouting cheerfully, like a pack of wolves having fun.

Vito looked at Bjorn standing on the table, holding a wine glass and loudly carrying out the traditional part of the Fenris party, the bragging contest, Bjorn, the youngest wolf in the Primarch Guard, was standing on the table, and another The wild wolf officers compared each other who had the loudest voice and who told the most outrageous stories, which drew cheers from the audience.

But Vito also saw it. When Bjorn was yelling and waving his arms, he was wearing a chain saw ax on his waist. All the wolves were armed, and one of them was fully armed.

Vito was silent for a moment, then he looked at Ahriman and nodded, "I assure you my friend, I will not let things go to that point, I assure you by my name."

"I believe you will, Marshal, my... friend, good luck, I think both you and Lord Magrus will need it." Ahriman stepped aside as he spoke, and he sideways made way for the golden gate path of.

Ariman looked at the door and raised his head slightly, "Go, they are all waiting for you."

Vito took a deep breath, tapped Ahriman's knee twice with his fist, and walked over. He walked towards the golden gate, and raised his hands to the two guards who were holding the gate when he was about to reach the gate. The two golden-armored guards immediately stepped forward, walked to the center of the gate and opened the huge gate for Vito.

Accompanied by the loud opening of the gate, Vito straddled his bolter and walked in through the gap of the gate opened by the imperial guards, while Ahriman and Azcalon stood side by side, looking at Vito's back from behind, just It's like watching a gladiator walk into an arena full of wild animals.

"Good luck, Marshal."

(end of this chapter)

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