Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 145 63-19 aftermath (4000 words chapter)
Ryan El'Jonson, Fulgrim, Perturabo, Jaghatai Khan, Leman Russ, Roger Dorn, Conrad Kurtz, Sanguinius, Felix Russ Manus, Angron, Robert Guilliman, Mortarion, Magnus the Red, Horus, Lorgar, Vulcan, Corax, Alpharius.

That is the name of a series of heroes who are "soon to" enter the annals of history.

They represent the fruitful fruits of the Great Crusade and the re-proclaiming of the Emperor's name across the vast galaxy.

Whenever his eyes glanced at these names, Petronilla couldn't calm down for a long time.

This is the best of times, at least for now.

The Emperor's fleet crushed with an iron fist all enemies who dared stand in the way of humanity's return to galactic supremacy.

Those Astartes legions, who looked like gods descended from the earth, used their blood, courage, and loyalty to forcefully occupy half of the galaxy for mankind.

Now, it's time to think about what will happen after the recovery of the entire galaxy.

The names of these heroes must be remembered, so that people in the future can know the magnificent achievements of these "heroes" in the past.

This period of history must never be forgotten and must not be tampered with, because this is a precious quality that must be maintained when human beings step out of the galaxy in the future.

And to record all this completely and objectively is the mission of countless narrators like Petronilla who were sent by the emperor to various expedition fleets.

She is about to be dispatched aboard Expedition 63, the Vengeful Spirit.

She knew very well that it was the flagship of Horus, the Warmaster.

That would be a supreme honor, at least for a mortal, to be able to witness the last journey of the Great Crusade on the Spirit of Vengeance, and engrave it in the history books forever, is definitely a "stressful mountain" things.

Every word must be carefully weighed, for no shadow can be seen beneath the dazzling light of the Emperor.

This invisible "sense of responsibility and mission" puts great pressure on her.

But she wasn't overwhelmed by it.

Gently pressing a certain crystal button next to the table, the video played again.

It was a mortal story.

Judging from the playback records, this video alone has been played hundreds of times.

=This is a conspiracy, a conspiracy that pulls everyone to be buried with them=
=They control everything in your country, and their ultimate goal is to drag all of you to be buried with them=
= Next, I will take you to witness the true face of the so-called emperor =
= A sword fell, and the head of the false emperor shot up into the sky. =
Compared with those magnificent war scenes, she prefers the video in front of her.

She knows what that means.

That is a feat of mortals.

It wasn't until she learned the whole story that she discovered that a mortal could change history.

Compared with those Astartes who always seem to give people a sense of "out of reach", it seems that this kind of great deeds that mortals can do has more "motivation".

Even from a certain point of view, it has to be admitted that the mortal has almost surpassed the spiritual power of the prime minister of the empire, Malcador.

After all, no one has the power to be so strong that the whole body is ionized and then dissipated in the air.

But that's a "controlled psyker."

A psyker and master mechanic who forcibly stopped a war.

The codes left in the broadcasting instruments have all been collected by the Mechanicus. According to gossip reports, some Mechanicians even secretly called those codes the blessing of the Ohm Messiah.

Of course, this kind of "heresy" speech was quickly suppressed.

And just as she was reminiscing about the video she had watched countless times, and thinking about how to write such a story, there was an almost imperceptible vibration in the surrounding room.

"Magard, are we here?"

As Petronila finished speaking, the pure memory pen in her hand started to move.

=Yes, my lord, we have arrived at the clothing store that the information said=
Looking at the words written on the paper, her brows that were frowning due to excessive pressure gradually relaxed.

This place has long been turned upside down by the Star Language Court (the management agency for early psykers in the empire).

But they still haven't found any trace of "any information about the mysterious person" here.

Of course, the advantage of turning upside down is that all the "mantis monsters" have been wiped out.

After stepping off the specially-made luxury transportation boat, all she saw was an ordinary clothing store.

A special "sachet" is hung on the door of the clothing store. Obviously, some traditions cannot be changed in a short period of time.

With Magad respectfully pushing open the door of the clothing store.

And exactly the same as in the information, there is only one old man and a "waiter" who seems to be his daughter staying here.

Seeing Petronila push the door and enter, the old man's slightly cloudy eyes lit up.

"I know what you want to ask, but before that you must agree to my conditions." It was an old voice with an inexplicable sense of power.

Hearing this, Petronilla did not hesitate.

After all, this is also one of her tasks. Although I don't know why the person in front of me insists on calling her name, but since the Emperor has personally approved this matter.

Then she doesn't need to question the twists and turns.

I looked at the girl in front of me, named Kelia.

She didn't see anything, but the pen hidden in her hand moved by itself.

=My lord, that girl is indeed an extremely stable advanced psyker=
Although she didn't know who Magadh had arranged for the test secretly, she would not doubt this loyal servant who had been with her for decades.

"I accept all your conditions on behalf of the empire, can you reveal your secret next?"

Hearing Petronilla speak, the old man seemed to have made up his mind.

He walked to the crystal ball in front of the table in the distance.

That is a kind of "witchcraft" that is absolutely forbidden in the empire.

If it wasn't for the emperor's personal approval, most of these people would end up being "purified" directly.

In fact, if it weren't for the extremely stable psyker-Keliya who was discovered in the process of "screening the mantis people in the Star Language Court".

Then this old man who has been obsessed with playing the so-called "prophetic witchcraft" has long been "purified".

It was precisely in consideration of Kelia's spiritual stability that such a negotiation occurred later.

Of course, as for why the emperor would personally intervene and approve this "apparently inconspicuous matter", that is not a question that Pedroni should consider.

Seeing the old man who was sitting still and about to cast a spell, Petronilla ordered Magad to take Kelia to avoid it for the time being.

Because that is the focus set by the Emperor himself.

=Yes, my lord. =
In the narrow clothing store, the crystal ball placed on the wooden table was emitting a strange blue light.

She seemed to have seen the maple table in the shop before.

It was a gift to commemorate the great oath taken in the Urals.

Petronilla, who was familiar with history books, knew that it was the last battle during the War of Imperial Unification.

In that final battle, the valiant warriors raised the Thundering Banner, the symbol of the Emperor's unity, before mortally wounded and dying.

And that table was the maple table that the Emperor himself had given to her great-great-grandmother after that great victory.

But now is not the time for her to think about it.

Accompanied by the beginning of the ceremony.

A large number of ancient spells that Petronilla could not understand escaped from the mouth of the old man.

That is a horror not recognized by the truth of the empire.

Vaguely, she only heard one sentence: "Young man, in the future you will do some things that seem rebellious and make you doubt yourself, but you must persevere."

In the next second, countless golden lights burst out from the old man's eyes.

The burning sensation emanating from those lights even made Petronilla, who was standing far away, feel extremely uncomfortable.

She could see that the old man in the light was gradually "drying and withering" under the scorching rays.

But she didn't have any reaction to this.

Because the Emperor's order was, "Look on, and record what you see."

The golden nib is waving on a thick sheepskin scroll.

The story in the crystal ball that seems to come from the ancient distant universe is gradually being written.

In the pitch-black deep space, golden cracks were violently torn open one by one.

What followed was an imperial fleet like a vast sea of ​​stars.

That's not hundreds, not thousands, or even tens of thousands, but tens of millions of warships.

But when the camera turns, on the opposite side of the fleet is the familiar and heinous purple vortex - the Eye of Terror.

That's where reality and the "beyond" meet.

Without any hesitation, the next second after jumping out of the subspace, these fleets sailed towards the subspace again.

It was a planet-like "steel forest", and it was an absolutely crushing force.

No creature, or existence could resist this torrent of steel.

All resistance was easily torn apart by the soldiers of the empire.

Among the soldiers and ships, Karl saw 20 badges.

He could identify 18 of them, and for the remaining two he couldn't find anything despite his desperate attempts to sift through the debris of the chip's data.

Helpless, he had no choice but to continue watching.

At the end of the war that smashed the stars was just an accompaniment, the entire imperial fleet was crushed in front of the four gods themselves.

At this moment, even the Four Gods, who can infinitely resurrect demons, are hiding everywhere under the oppression of this overwhelmingly superior fleet.

Because in the center of that fleet, there is a huge machine running.

It is the crystallization of human wisdom, and ten mechanical canons are surrounded by the roaring anti-ether phase engine.

It is a supreme creation that can tear apart the origin of the subspace and forcibly change the rules of the universe.

Every being of the warp slain in howling becomes fuel for its roar.

It's an unfair fight, only this time the ones with nowhere to complain aren't humans.

At the end of the war, the four gods hid on the last "miracle star" in the subspace.

And the emperor, who knew well that he wanted to completely wipe out the existence of the four gods, did not choose orbital bombing.

Without any operation, the roaring anti-ether phase engine will naturally "drain" the entire subspace.

Finally, the four gods who had been compressed to the limit made their last resistance.

They crazily rushed towards the Imperial fleet, but in the end, with the efforts of the Emperor and the 20 Primarchs, they were completely "concept obliterated" before the anti-etheric engine.

At this moment, it seems that the human empire has locked victory.

With the technology of draining subspace energy, the stage of human beings will no longer be limited to the Milky Way, but the entire star sea.

But at the moment when everyone thought they had won, the whole picture suddenly went dark.

"No, we shouldn't kill them!"

That was the Emperor's last advice.

All the descriptions came to an abrupt end here, and it felt like a strange and terrifying "disaster" happened at the moment of defeating the four gods.

That kind of catastrophe could even make the emperor, who had almost become a god in the flesh, only have time to issue a warning.

The golden memory pen dancing on the ancient parchment stopped.

Looking at the blank scroll above there is a sentence, "Your mission has been completed".

Petronella froze.

She vaguely felt that she had written a lot, but at the moment the thick sheepskin scroll was blank.

The old man in the distance has been dead for a long time.

Like a dead body that has burned itself out, it lies in front of the crystal ball that has been broken long ago.

Tremblingly holding the golden memory pen in his hand, Petronilla has mixed emotions in his heart.

Although she can roughly guess what the last sentence of mission completion means.

But this kind of work with unknown results made her feel uneasy.

But she has no other way, after all, simply experiencing this kind of weird event outside the truth of the empire is enough to make her exhausted.

If it wasn't for the emperor's personal order, she would have ordered Magad to kill him the moment she saw the old man uttering a strange spell.

At the same time, she also knew that everything she experienced here could not be mentioned to anyone.

Or rather, the person who needed to see it all had seen it all through some way she didn't know.

After tidying up the slightly messy corners of her clothes, she walked out of the clothing store.

"Magard, let the people from the Star Language Court come over, this place needs a purification."

=Yes, my lord=
Sitting at her desk again, Petronilla couldn't calm down for a long time.

What did I miss?
she does not know.

It wasn't until she pressed the loop button of the video again that she temporarily broke free from the upset.

Could the young man mentioned by the old man be the one in the video?

If so, it's a little too dramatic.

Of course, the artist-born Petronella did not dislike such coincidences.

But precisely because she was born as an artist, she also hates this unknown feeling very much.

When this kind of "blunt and abrupt pretentiousness" she used to use was applied to herself, she felt a little dissatisfied.

That's an abominable trick of the chroniclers, and it's actually not uncommon in those works sent back from the front.

But that's all there is to it, sitting at the table and rearranging his slightly messy appearance.

After all, next, she will go to the flagship of the 63rd Expeditionary Fleet - the Spirit of Vengeance to become the Warmaster's narrator.

Obviously, this is the real test.

Can she surpass those failed colleagues before, proudly compose a poem in praise of the Warmaster, and not pay for those brave legends forged in the scorching flames of war?
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(End of this chapter)