Warhammer Inquisitor

Chapter 53 The End of the Era: The Dream of the Star Sea

Imperial Calendar. Terra Standard Year 998.41K
Obscure Starfield. Fakouron Twin Star Cluster

The Mars-class battlecruiser has been sailing in the dark galaxy for a long time, and the pendulum that calculates the time symmetry axis between the physical universe and the subspace is rattling, and time is being infinitely elongated with the long propeller tail flame. Extending, the old red flames illuminated the entire rear edge of the battleship.

The meeting parts of those buildings are mixed with red and black, which is the perfect fusion of Mechanicism and the creed of the empire, the bright red symbolizing the God of Myriad Machines, and the perfect fusion of gold and black symbolizing the emperor, forming this building. Silhouette of the superstructure of a grand spaceship.

The lacquered Gothic spiers and Bose-glass windows are fully illuminated, the distant light of the star system is projected from the depths of the Milky Way, and the huge hull looks so huge under the starlight.

A series of silent macro cannons pointed at the dark Milky Way, the bright light reflected on the cannon barrels, and the steel surface shone like a layer of brittle snow.

Behind the Archangel statue on the top of the battleship is a majestic church-like building. The building is so tall and huge that it almost covers the entire upper part of the ship. Layers of dark buildings are arranged along the central axis of the battleship, with countless weapon launch arrays. In it lies a silent slumber under the starlight.

It wasn't just the machine soul that was sleeping, the battleship was also sleeping, and according to the navigation clock, it was the night of standard Terra time, and tranquility shrouded every corridor and hall.

In the hangar, the soldiers of the God of All Machines docked silently on the deck. Thunder and Lightning fighter planes lined up on the deck, and their supplies and weapons and equipment were piled up in the corner. Chimera armored personnel carriers and rhinos quickly The off-road vehicle was also parked here, and the soulless machine servant dragged its stiff body across the deck.

Starlight splashed across the hangar from outside the attack cabin door, and the brilliant galaxy background projected gorgeous light into it, making the hangar seem like a beach of starlight. The servants walked across the deck, and their shadows were cast on the gravel-like A long shadow stretched out of the starlight, its cast-iron legs echoing with its clacking lash.

The entire battleship was asleep, and sailors were sleeping soundly in every cabin, even the guard boxes on duty were silent, everything seemed to be completely silent, like a space hulk floating in the Milky Way.

The sound echoed in the entire hangar, and was also transmitted because of the tranquil environment. It echoed in the nearby corridors and halls. The sound passed through the deep night into a cabin located at the rear of the magnificent battleship.

This is a spacious room dominated by gauze curtains, sea blue, and milky white marble. Its decoration part uses a large number of house-shaped vaults, Roman reliefs and plaster lines. Its appearance is almost the same as that of ancient Rome and ancient Greece on ancient Terra. The noble room is exactly the same, and there is even this big man-made bubble pool for bathing.

The wooden desk was placed near the window in the room, and the starlight shone on the old desk. There were many books and scrolls piled on it, most of which were ancient documents and books, and some of them were written by the owner himself. manuscript.

In fact, I even prefer to call it literature, because those books are too thick, diaries and manuscripts are almost as thick as dictionaries, and the slightly yellowed pages have a strong atmosphere of the times.

The steel plate was placed on an unfinished manuscript, and the ink bottle pressed one corner of it, illuminating the title of this manuscript under the dreamlike starlight.

The Unfortunate Guardian - The Midnight Haunting of Conrad Kertz's Tale

The pages of the book were filled with many words, many of which were written in Gothic, but there were some Gothic fonts that were not used by the empire today.

Those Gothic scripts are obviously also human, and their grammar and structure are almost the predecessors of modern Gothic, and their authors have used a large number of these ancient scripts that have long been forgotten.

The red cloak and overcoat hung behind the screen, the chainsaw sword in the armed belt was quietly leaning against the head of the bed, and the bolter was also stacked with its matching parts on the bedside table.

Vito was having a nightmare on the Roman column bed, his face was stiff and his arms were pulling the sheets, his head was bumping around on the pillow as if avoiding something, and he recalled one voice after another in his mind.

"Defend the Eagle Gate! Hold the city walls!"

A chaotic voice sounded amidst the sound of gunfire and noise, it was the voices of countless people, the voices of different people screaming with all their might.

There were flames and figures flashing before his eyes, huge figures were slashing and killing in front of him, giants fought with giants, like a bloody gladiatorial fight.

"For the Warmaster! Forward!" a voice yelled, and Vito's brow furrowed at the voice, and his breathing began to be heavy and rapid.

"Son of Dorn! Hold your ground! Where is Captain Sigismund?!" Another voice shouted, and the dense bolters roared in Vito's mind with the roar of the chainsaw sword. He looked at those Spilled blood and flying debris.

The sound of shouting and killing came one after another amidst the dull explosions, the heavy footsteps of the Titan mechs stepped on the ground, the heavy rain mixed with the strong wind roared and reverberated in Kongzhou, and there were dense explosions amidst the sound of the Thunder Eagle crossing the sky.

"We must defend this place, we cannot leave." Vito said the golden voice holding a halberd in front of him, and behind him were countless similar golden figures, holding the halberd and walking towards the shining light in the distance without hesitation.

The shattered silhouette of the city flashed in front of Vito like a revolving lantern, countless debris and rubble poured down like fallen leaves in a strong wind, and the scarlet crazy giant rushed into the crowd with a chainsaw axe in hand, blood and death permeated the whole world in an instant middle.

"Juba Khan! Rush up! Block them." The roar of the motorcycle roared and rushed, and Vito was breathing quickly. He watched the fight between the two giants, the golden wall-like giant and his body. Giants drawing Hydra fight each other, swords and chainsaws collide.

Battleships with the same appearance are fighting with each other in space. Explosions and flames are filling them. Those come from a factory, and a giant with the same shape and weapon is biting together. One of the giant ships is breathing out blazing Lie Yan rushed into the orbit of the planet and fired the first orbital shell downward.

"Traitor!" The shouts followed the gunfire, again and again.

Vito gritted his teeth and seemed to be enduring some kind of terrible pain, his expression was struggling and ugly, "He betrayed us, the Warmaster!"

"Worth the blood of Sanguinius!" "Wolf God! Wolf God!"

Screams and battle cries came and went, and Vito's breathing was short and difficult. He seemed to be looking at something, watching painful and twisted moments one after another. It was a terrible torture to the soul, and it seemed that it was difficult to find any suitable adjectives. .

"Stop, brother, it's too late to turn around now, father will understand." A loving voice said, the silhouette of wings fell to the ground behind him, tall and glorious, but what answered him was a tall silhouette, his head Behind him was the red light of death, and a sad and determined voice answered him.

"No, brother, I can't turn back."

"Let the galaxy burn!"

"What have you done?" said a sun-like figure with a holy sword burning in his hand.

The voice roared like thunder, and the voice shattered the dream in an instant. Vito opened his eyes suddenly, and he sat up and sat on the bed panting for breath to return from the abyss of pain.

Vito stared at the messy bedsheets with his forehead, he let out a long sigh, it seemed that this kind of nightmare was not the first time.

"You've had that dream again, my friend," said a voice, and Vito looked towards the man standing in front of the large French windows at one side of the room, holding a long staff and gazing at the brilliant nebula.

Vito grabbed the bolter on the bedside and pointed it at the man's head. Vito stood up from the bed, and as the sheets slipped off, the scarred body stood beside the bed. He looked at the man with his back facing him. The man pressed his finger firmly on the trigger, "Who are you?"

"Your friend." The man said and turned his head, his pointed ears flicking the starlight that spilled into the room.

Vito showed a look of astonishment, "Aidarad Aussuran?"

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