Warhammer Inquisitor

Chapter 352 The Road to Expedition: The White-haired Lonely Army

The golden wheat ears floated with the breeze in the bright sun, and the tentacles on the heads of the golden wheat ears that stood on the ground collided with each other in the wind, and with the wind, they flew from the fields. Blowing, this golden ocean also swayed.

In the undulating golden sea, a man in a jacket with the cuffs cut off and the thick muscles of his forearms exposed stood up. He stood among the swaying ears of wheat in the wheat field, and raised his hand to wipe himself. Beads of sweat on his forehead from being busy.

His dark skin, deep and firm in the sun over the years, the man carried a hoe, welded together with a long iron rod and armor fragments, on his shoulders, his brown eyes looked around Surrounded by wheat fields and buildings on the edge of the fields.

Those buildings made of wood or iron and metal shine in the bright sun, especially those double-storey steel buildings, whose roofs are like mirrors under the sunlight and reflection, making the whole small building look like mirrors. The whole town is illuminated by the sun.

The man raised his head and looked at the towering metal wall in the distance. It was the high barrier of the Emperor's Dream. It was sleeping on the ground. The towering ship itself stood not far away like a wall of the world. At the place, clouds and mist permeated the surrounding of its armor, floating on the huge energy hoses that were connected to the body of the battleship and hung down from a high place.

Faint clouds and mists floated on the pipes that were shining with a little energy, and each section of their pipes flashed an energy indicator light to detect and show whether the energy delivery inside them was stable.

The slightly old man used brown eyes to look at the cloudy, mist-filled energy pipe that was hanging down from a fairyland. For decades, the pipe had kept the Emperor's Dream, still in the surging quantum reactor. The energy generated is continuously extracted from it and sent to the settlement at the foot of the sleeping giant ship.

He looked up at the thick energy tube, and old Adams looked at the wide side of the giant ship in the distance. The high gold and white walls stood there. If placed on a backward feudal planet, such as Adams before joining the Great Crusade On the homeland, on the feudal agricultural planet, Adams would definitely regard the scenery seen in the distance as the wall of the gods separating the gods from the human world.

One of the man's calloused hand gently held up a wheat ear. He was slightly old, and his face was full of fine wrinkles. Those brown eyes that were still bright looked at the wheat ear in his hand.

He looks like an ordinary farmer from every angle, the kind that grabs a lot of money in the world of imperial agriculture, but he still has one feature that distinguishes him from the average farmer, and that is the sling on his waist. The pistol, the holster with the Lightning logo branded on it, was always hanging on his waist, and he never took it off even when he was working in the field.

In this way, the man reminded himself that he was not a farmer. In the past, now, and in the future when he was buried in the soil, he was a soldier, a soldier of the Great Expedition.

"Stevenson, straighten the scarecrow, it's almost here, don't let me tell you what to do!" The old man put down the ear of wheat in his hand, raised his head and shouted at the eldest son on the edge of the field , his tall and strong eldest son Stevenson put down his scythe and looked up at his father.

"Let him tilt it, that thing is old and heavy, and it will fall down in two days anyway." "A lazy person can't get the emperor's blessing. The emperor wants us to perform our duties and perform our duties faithfully, only That's how he will bless you! So move me now! Don't let me come and kick you!"

The old man shouted and waved his fist, and Stevenson sighed helplessly. He stuck the sharp scythe sharpened with metal fragments on the ground, waved to the brother on the other side, and the two walked together. To the huge scarecrow in the middle of the field.

The scarecrow standing in the golden field, supported by a thick steel bar, looks very unique. It is different from the common scarecrow. It is built with straw, hemp rope and stone. The whole body of this scarecrow is made of steel. The torso is welded with several pieces of iron, and several broken optical power generation panels are embedded in the arms that are spread out.

The glittering optical plate reflects a strong light in the sun, which makes the birds in the air can see it from a long distance and is afraid to be flashed, but the disadvantage is that it is very heavy, and every piece of optical reflective plate is knotted Sturdy, and with the rest of the worn metal all over it, its weight speaks for itself.

"And Daddy, stop yelling about the Emperor, you might as well consider that our irrigation system is in trouble again." Stevenson said, putting his strong shoulders on the scarecrow, his voice also Because of pushing hard on the metal creation in front of him, he was pressed down very low and for a long time.

"Yes, Dad, you've believed in your emperor for so many years, and we haven't seen him come to help us harvest rice, or fix that broken irrigation system." On the other side of Stevenson, there was a brown-black head. The haired brother Gavin said so, and his hands went over the top of his brother's bent head, firmly supporting the wide metal bar in front of him.

They worked together to push the thing up, and Gavin's hands were sore from the long, narrow edges of the metal rebar, and he continued to whine, "He'd be nice to help us get this shit up. "

"Shut up, you lazy bastards! Believe in the Emperor, follow the Emperor, so that he will bless you and save us, and you two brats have nothing to do with piety! Still want the Emperor's blessing? Dreaming !"

The old farmer standing on the side shouted loudly. He braced his waist and looked at the two sons who were pushing the scarecrow. Stevenson pushed the end of the scarecrow with his shoulders. He adjusted the position of his shoulders and continued to work hard. He pushed the ground up, but his mouth couldn't stop.

"But didn't Old Vertus say that the Emperor is not a god? He doesn't need our worship or anything." "Anyway, I don't want to worship someone I haven't seen. I haven't even seen him since I was born. seen."

The two brothers, Stevenson and Gavin, agreed with each other, and the old father frowned angrily. He grabbed a stone on the ground and threw it on Gavin's shoulder. He was beaten and screamed. He hid behind the steel bars, stuck his head out and looked at his father, who was still standing there annoyed.

"That preacher knows shit! I still remember the day the emperor came to me, and it will be your home world. I solved the famine and plague of the entire planet by myself. Isn't this what a god is?" Shouting loudly, he watched his two sons waving their arms, grabbed a stone and smashed it on the erecting steel bar in front of them.

"Put that damn thing up for me, you lazy bastards! Otherwise, I will teach you what the consequences of sabotage are for the Emperor!"

Stevenson and Gavin hurriedly resumed their work. They pushed the metal scarecrow at hand to push it straight, while the old father put his hands on his hips and looked at his younger son Arthur, who was looking at the book in his hand by the field go.

"Arthur! Don't look at that broken book that Virtus gave you! You are such a good student of his! Come down and help me with the work!" shouted old Adams, who had been sitting on the side of the field, in a building The young son Arthur, who was reading a book on the outer wall of the building with the reddish brown roof, raised his head.

When he glanced at the book in his hand, the wall beside his ear was hit by a stone, and he closed the book in shock and carried a hoe leaning against the wall beside him along the edge of the field. The main road walked over, and he came to old Adams from the road made of broken rocks.

"Dad, we've never seen the Emperor, we don't know him at all, we'll feel the way you tell those stories [-] times, we don't believe in the Emperor, just because we don't know or know him at all , you can't ask people to believe in an imaginary great man, can you?"

"Don't take the nonsense of the preacher you listened to. You haven't seen him, I have! And you only need to look at him to know that he is worthy of your trust and follow." Old Adams knocked Glancing at his son's head, he turned to look at the huge scarecrow standing up in front of him.

"Like a scarecrow, he dispels the darkness in the universe and drives away all those crows and locusts. He wears that golden armor, and uses a light that shines brighter than this tattered scarecrow. Light up!"

Adams said passionately, although his eloquence is very bad, but you can't expect too much from an ordinary person from some agricultural feudal planet who is recruited to a ship to be an ordinary infantryman, right?

Just as Adams continued to preach the image of the Emperor's stalwart as loudly as his disdainful preacher, the metal gate behind him slowly opened, and the entrance to the town, the heavy metal gate on the edge of the golden rice field, was rumbling. The middle opened slowly, and Arthur turned his head to look in response. He looked at the Sun Auxiliaries on the inside of the gate. After they stuck their heads out and glanced outside the door, they all stood at attention on both sides.

Arthur looked in that direction in astonishment, completely ignoring his old father Adams, who was still talking, he waved his arms and said loudly, "He has a great figure, a holy face, and a golden one! "

"Halo?" "Ah, yes, it looks like you still remember what I said sometimes, Arthur? What are you looking at? Isn't that Peter and the others back?"

Adams said and turned his head to look beside him with a surprised face, as if he was looking at something incredible. He also turned around with his hips on his back and looked over. When his head slowly turned away, he saw the tall man standing on the side of the road. Adams' hands slipped from his waist when he was a giant.

He looked at the golden power armor, the huge power claws hung on his side, the lifelike phoenix blade hilt shone in the sun, the tall figure stood on the side of the field, the high road He looked down at them, the sun wheel shining like the sun behind his head illuminating his face.

Adams looked at him, and in an instant, countless memories broke through the blur of years and flooded into his mind. The two sons behind him who had just lifted the scarecrow up also saw the tall giant. They stared at him dumbfounded and stood stunned. in the golden fields.

"That's it, the Emperor?" Stevenson asked in surprise, while his father Adams, a few steps away, shook his head, looking up at the face that, even if he turned gray, would never be the same. The forgettable face, one of the only people he swore his allegiance to in his life, one the Emperor himself, the other.

"Marshal Vito?" Adams asked in disbelief, he couldn't believe his eyes at all, he looked up at Vito on the road, his head high on the power armor looked at Adams with a smile.

"Nice to see you again, Adams, it looks like you're back at your old job, farmer, it really suits you." Vito said, looking around the vast golden field in front of him, where he stopped for a while. The harvester was converted from an armored vehicle. The heavy machine gun at the front was removed and replaced by a harvesting gate composed of three pairs of wide scythes.

"It looks like you've taken care of this place well, just like in your hometown, right? You've also tended to such a vast wheat field and raised a whole village of people." Vito looked at the swaying wind In the golden ocean, he raised his head slightly to look at the distant hull of the Emperor's Dream. He was like a high wall of white and gold, standing at the end of the street.

"Yes, Marshal, I am in charge of farming and managing this field and providing rations for the whole ship." Adams stood at attention immediately, he stood in the field like a real soldier, and looked at Vito with his head held high. , the latter still put a smile on his face.

He looked at the excited Adams in front of him, his eyes trembling with excitement, and Vito immediately raised his head to look at the two sons behind him, these two young people who were just rambling, in Vito's eyes, they were almost indifferent. Self-consciously straightened up, and now they know why Papa says when you see the Emperor, you can't help but follow him.

This is reflected delicately in Vito. They looked at Vito with their heads held high, motionless like the scarecrow beside them, and Vito smiled at them.

"You have a good group of helpers, Adams." "I'll do my best, Marshal, and it's a great honor to see you and the Emperor's Light again! We welcome you!"

"I did my best too, Adams, thank you for your dedication all these years." Vito said, raising a hand in salute to Adams, who was so excited that his heart almost jumped out, he put his legs together to Vito Raise your hand in salute.

"For Empire and Truth!"

Empire and truth?Vito was silent for a moment after listening to those two words. He had forgotten that he had not heard these two words for many years. The Imperial Truth really seemed to return to the past.

Vito let out a long sigh. After smiling at Adams, he looked at the main road ahead. It was a long, straight wide road, and at the end of the street was the huge landing deck of the Emperor's Dream. .

The magnificent landing gate bridge has been put down, its wide and long bridge deck hangs on the ground, and behind it is the entire tall ship like the wall of the world, its towering body is decorated with platinum With bright gold statues and patterns, the huge relief and gold-trimmed armor make it look like a shrine on an escaped planet.

The long gate bridge connects the gate of the hull, and on both sides of the gate frame and the bridge stand two tall statues of angels. The two closed-winged angels wearing hoods and fingering holy swords are like Two golden giants guard the two sides of the magnificent gate.

The sun shines on their beautiful faces and the golden armor they wear, and the dazzling light flashes on them. They guard the magnificent ship that fell on the earth. For decades, the faithful guards on.

And like them, under the battleship, on both sides of the road in front of the landing gate, there are many buildings, and there are many people walking between those wooden or iron buildings. Veterans live here, guarding the battleship behind them for decades.

Vito took a deep breath, he slowly exhaled and walked down the street, Peter and his party behind him followed, Lilith naturally walked beside Vito, walking with him at the front, At the end of the line, Magnus looked at Arthur as he passed over the field.

The latter also looked at him, at the crimson Cyclops, the tall Magnus stared at Arthur, his eyes saw the book in his hands, the brown-red book on the cover. The title of the book is written on it, a book that is regarded as an absolutely forbidden book in the current empire, "On the Gods".

Magnus raised his head slightly, he raised his eyes and looked at Arthur and nodded to him. After Arthur nodded politely in response, Magnus walked forward and followed Vito into the trunk. direction of the road.

Vito walked into the junction at the very edge of the town. From here, after passing through the vast fields on both sides and the artificially dug irrigation canals, Vito walked into the outermost part of the town. He raised his head and looked at the town entrance. The first building that comes into view is a steel cabin with a large number of cables and hoses hanging on the outside.

The dense ropes extend from the heights and hang from the walls and outstretched support poles. There are also several towers standing in the open space around the building, with several layers of Tesla on their tops. There are also countless criss-crossing energy pipelines on the ground in between.

Vito stood on the street on the side of the building, looking at the dense, cobweb-like exterior of the building. Peter came up with a gun beside him, and he stood beside Vito and watched the complex with him. building exterior.

"Are you here, a limited edition of Wire Hole in Tin?" Vito asked with a wry smile, Peter beside him shrugged, and he adjusted the blaster on his shoulder with his hand on the sling.

"No, it's an energy relay station. We aggregate the energy output from the reactor on the Emperor's Dream, convert it here, and send it to various parts of the settlement."

"Relay station? Can't use the ship? We still have to build such a hand-rubbed version here. I look like the one from the green-skin waggggggge. It won't explode, right?" At the relay station, the orange Tesla coils flickered with lightning bolts that looked like they were about to explode at any moment.

"The energy control system on the ship can't be used. After we started the reactor manually, we found that the energy without the automatic adjustment of the system is too large. If it is used directly, it will explode into a nuclear bomb, so we built this relay station on the ground here to adjust and divert the surging energy. energy."

Peter said, Vito glanced down at Peter, and then raised his head to look at the Emperor's Dream in the distance. It was lying in the mountains like a dragon in Eastern mythology, and its existence itself was like this world. generally.

Vito looked up at the heights of the cloud-filled battleship. He looked at the energy tubes hanging from the heights and was silent for a moment, "Is there any trouble on the ship? That's why you are trapped here."

"Yes, Marshal." Peter replied softly, while Vito smiled slightly. He lowered his head and looked at the complex group of electrical towers in front of him. "It's okay, I will solve the trouble and take you away."

Peter looked at Vito as if he had heard that before and would take the speaker as a drunk idiot in a bar, but when Vito said this, Peter had no doubts, he believed Vito , believe him unreservedly and conditionally.

Peter nodded. He and Vito looked in the direction of the electrical tower with the gun on his back. Between the dense electrical towers like magnetic storm weapons, lightning bolts shot up. Seriously, it is a miracle that the power station here did not explode. , Since a relay station in such a cottage has been used for decades, Vito can't help but start to think, whether human beings also have wagggggggge energy or something.

"As dangerous as it may seem, it has been functioning properly for decades, thanks to its builder and commander." "Molar."

Vito said the name that Peter hadn't said yet, and he smiled at the console under the tangle of cables in the relay station, and in front of the terminal screen at the end of the cobweb-like pipe stood two Mechanic priests, both dressed in The red robe, its mechanical arm stretched out from under the red robe, methodically operating the instruments in front of him.

When Vito looked, one of the priests also noticed Vito, he raised the upper half of his face, which had not been transformed into a machine, and his iron-grey eyes stared at Vito in a stunned manner. Absolutely rational, and even the cold calculation program revealed a hint of human surprise.

"Scott-2, you interrupted the operation, why?" He still buried his head and asked the technical priest who was operating the terminal in front of him. He spoke in a calm, odd tone.

"If my sensory system and memory matching system are not malfunctioning, I believe that there is an 80% probability that it is Marshal Vito Constantine himself."

"100%" Vito leaned up with a smile, and he stepped behind the technical priest Moral, who was burying his head. It is still flesh and blood, and the right face is still completely transformed into a machine.

Moral looked up at Vito behind him, his mechanical eyes turned and locked Vito in front of him, and then lowered his head to look at Peter who came up from behind Vito, "Colonel Peter, please help verify my As a result of the calculation, is the one in front of me Marshal Vito Constantine himself?"

"Yes, Moral, you don't need to calculate to guess, the marshal is standing in front of you, alive." Peter laughed jokingly, and Vito next to him smiled and hugged his arms, "Yes, I still So handsome, right? And you are exactly the same as I remember."

"The part of the human body that we teach mechanically can withstand the damage of time, and my appearance can match your cognition of memory data."

"Yes, I can see that."

Vito smiled and looked at Moral in front of him. His appearance had not changed at all. It seemed that fifty years or more had passed by without affecting his mechanical body, his face, voice and habits. It's still the same as in my memory.

Vito took a deep breath, then slowly popped out and looked at the priest in front of him with great joy, "I'm glad to see you again, Moral, Om Messiah bless."

"Om Messiah bless you too, Marshal, but, after my system calculations show that we have only a 30% chance of reunion, so my conclusion is that we will never see each other in this lifetime."

"Wow, it's good to be wrong once in a while?" Vito smiled and pressed Moral's shoulder. The latter's semi-mechanical face looked up at Vito's face. He was silent for a moment, and the eyes on the mechanical side followed suit. It flickered for a while, but soon a smile appeared on the corner of Moral's mouth, which was the only human part left.

"I think so, Marshal, Om Messiah bless."

Vito looked at Moral's smile, and smiled with joy and patted his shoulder lightly with his iron fist, "I'm really glad to see you again, my friend."

Vito said and turned and walked to the inner side of the town. Peter stood behind Vito with a gun on his back and looked at the back of the marshal with a smile. He then turned to look at Moral, "Tell everyone, the marshal is back."

"Understood." Moral nodded and said. After he watched Peter follow Vito and left, he tilted his head slightly. A string of data flashed quickly on his mechanical eyeball. Unused cipher data.

"Marshal Supreme, has returned to his legion." This sentence quickly spread throughout the entire Mechanicist network through the flood of information. In the blink of an eye, the entire settlement had already learned the news.

Vito walked onto the main road, under the eaves on both sides of him, and everyone walking on the street immediately noticed Vito, all the veterans saw Vito coming, and they were all stunned for a while at first , They looked at the golden armor as if they had fallen into some kind of empty dream, and when they saw Vito's face, almost out of instinct, everyone stood at attention and saluted him.

"Marshal." In front of Vito, a hunter with a sniper rifle on his back and a local unique small game in the other hand raised his arm and saluted Vito without hesitation. He stepped back and gave way. Go aside.

"Sauls." Vito smiled and saluted him, then looked at the veterans who stood up from their chairs under the eaves. They were all wearing navy blue uniforms. The three immediately jumped up from their chairs, and immediately A salute to Vittor.

"Morvin, Laval and Storru, it's a pleasure to meet you, really." "So do we, Marshal, it's nice to see you again."

After Vito turned his head and saluted the three, he continued to walk along the road in front of him. His arms did not need to be lowered at all. All the expedition veterans around were standing on both sides of the road. They were either alone or three. Five groups lined up on either side, all raising their arms and staring intently at the approaching Vito.

Vito came to a bar. Outside the two-story wood-carved building, a piece of iron was used to carve the shape of a wine glass. Vito stopped and looked at several energy hoses on the outer wall with a playful expression. Many buildings with cables bundled together have also climbed out of the roof.

The double doors of the bar were immediately pushed open, and the veterans who heard the commotion and shouting rushed out of the bar, all holding guns, as if they thought they were being raided, but when they saw standing on the street outside the door, When Vito smiled, everyone lowered their guns in stunned silence.

"Marshal? I'm not drunk, right." The veteran soldier with a mustache on his mouth rushed out the lead, holding an energy pistol in his hand, said in surprise, his accent was weird and thin, sounding funny and funny.

Vito smiled as he looked up at the bar behind him and saw the wall of drinks filled with various glasses. "I don't think you haven't, Ezio, it looks like your technique of making your own moonshine can finally be brought to light."

Vito spoke in that unique ancient Terra, Latin accent, Ezio immediately understood, he was not drunk, he still hadn't heard this familiar accent for many years, and in this galaxy, only A person who speaks in this accent.

"Mamma Mia! The Emperor is up!" Ezio said, and immediately put the pistol in his hand into the holster, and then slapped the hand of a young man with a gun next to him, and he waved himself gestures, shouting to the veterans and young people around.

"Put down your guns! It's the marshal!" Ezio immediately kicked his legs and looked at Vito from under the eaves of the bar. All the soldiers beside him stood at attention and saluted.

"Lieutenant Ezio Florence is reporting to you, Marshal." "Hello, Ezio, it seems that the moonshine water you were chased by the law enforcement team is now legal, and you can hang it upright. "

Vito said and pointed to the wine rack behind Ezio, who laughed, and the mustache on his mouth lifted, "Yes, I spent a lot of time convincing Law Enforcer Oleg. , and Captain Lena, we can't keep our nerves seriously all day long when the ship can't fly and has been on standby, how can we lose morale."

"And it looks like you persuaded them," Vito said with a smile, looking at Ezio who was also smiling in front of him. "Yes, sir, it took a lot of work, but it worked out in the end."

"How's the morale? Is it still high?" Vito looked at the row of veterans standing in front of them, all of them standing under the eaves with their chests up, like soldiers being reviewed, standing in the middle So did Ezio, who stood up straight and held his head up.

"The morale of the whole ship is high, we are at your command at any time, sir!"

"Very good, continue to keep everyone's morale up. After we leave here, we will do the same. I have to come and have a drink in a while." At the end of the street, after Ezio and the veteran next to him looked at each other, they stepped down the steps of the bar two or three times and came to the street to look at Vito.

"Marshal, are you saying we're leaving here?" "That's right, so get ready to pack up these drinks! I haven't had a drink yet."

Vito smiled and waved his hand in the distance. He said the morale-boosting news lightly. He would take them and all of them out of the net and return to the embrace of the empire.

Ezio burst out laughing. He stood on the street and saluted Vito's back, and then slapped his fingers in the air playfully, "Yes, Marshal, get ready!"

Vito continued to walk down the street, and on both sides of him, veterans and their children gathered from all over to salute Vito, and Vito did not hesitate to turn to them one by one.

He is really paying tribute to these soldiers who have been trapped in the netway for more than fifty years, and have never taken off their uniforms, put down their weapons, and as the Imperial Expeditionary Force, the disciplined and proud warriors.

The veterans who strode out from the buildings on both sides of the street quickly walked down the porch. As they walked, they buttoned their military uniforms and stood on the street in front of the eaves. They raised their arms and watched Vito, who passed by across the street, was greeted with the name "Marshal" in an endless stream.

And Vito looked at these men and women, their military uniforms, the navy blue uniforms had turned light blue or even gray after countless washings and wearings, and the worn military uniforms were covered with patches, but they were He never took off that military uniform, the men and women here are still as Vito remembered, he was right, even though the faces of these warriors have been wrinkled and old in the vicissitudes of life, but he can still Recognize them at a glance from their uniforms.

Vito walks past the buildings that were built from the ripped off wreckage of battleships, the steel houses welded together in a very comical way that looked like some bad puzzle, Vito looked. He burst out laughing at those buildings, but this is not surprising, after all, they are all his former subordinates, faithfully inheriting Vito's minimalist and pragmatic aesthetic.

But when Vito looked up at the flag of the Emperor's Eagle flying on the roof, the flying golden Eagle's flag seemed to turn those tin buildings into the most beautiful palaces. There is nothing in this world that can compete with Compared with the buildings in the network.

Vito looked up at the flag and smiled. He stood in front of the building and stopped for a long time. Peter behind him also raised his head and smiled and looked at the flying flag, which had never fallen in the netway for decades. flags.

"Marshal?" An old voice came from the side, Vito was stunned for a moment and then turned his head slightly. He saw the old man walking from the other wooden building with the imperial flag flying behind him. He is very old, very old, very old, and the years have made him unable to stand upright.

The old man was wearing a white robe of a preacher. He was leaning on crutches and walked out with the help of a young preacher who also wore a robe. The old man was hunched over, walking hard and hard. Came here, leaning on crutches like a monk, going to a church that was too late.

Vito turned around immediately, he strode up to meet the old man and knelt down on one knee, he supported the old man in front of him, and looked at the old man's old face from the wide collar of the power armor. His face, already wrinkled, was almost like a piece of parchment that had been squeezed countless times. "Wiltus? Is that you?"

"It's me, Marshal, it's me, I'm too old, right? So old, you don't even know me." Virtus raised his skinny hand and touched Vito's face, as if to make sure, The person in front of him was not a hallucination.

Vito knelt on the ground, letting his wrinkled dry hands touch his face, the old man's eyes filled with tears, he threw away his cane and stroked Vito's face with his hands, "It's really you, Vito. , you are here, and I finally hoped for you with a sigh of relief."

"It's me, old friend, I'm here, I've kept you waiting." Vito also whimpered, pressing on Virtus' shoulder. He still remembered when he first knew Virtus, it was in Thailand. During the War of Unification, he was one of Vito's many who could be called true old friends.

No, and the last, Vito knew Veltus when he was very young, he remembered his youthful and passionate face, and he vowed to preach the truth of the Empire to the whole galaxy until the end of his life, and he did, he worthy of his oath.

"I have kept the seed of imperial truth for us, the will of you and the Emperor, I have kept our dreams, and now I can finally return that seed to you."

"Virtus, don't say that, you." "I'm dying, Vito, I'm the last preacher on the ship, let me return the seeds of imperial truth to you, and let me do my final duty. ."

Vito looked at the old man who was like a candle in the wind and was about to burn out. His eyes still flickered with the last fire. Vito raised his head and looked at the building behind Vertus, the wooden one. Beautiful buildings, painted and hung with beautiful flower decorations.

There were many younger children around the gate. They seemed to be Peter's grandchildren, their children's children. They were around the gate, and there were countless desks and books. Vito and Vertus.

Vito took a deep breath, and he put his forehead against Virtus, "You have finally become a teacher, my old friend, you have taught countless generations, you have done everything you promised, Now, rest well, I will pass on this seed for you."

"Thank you, Vito, thank you, I can finally go to see the Emperor," said Veltus in an old voice, and behind Vito Magnus looked at him silently, watching the burning life The last bit of fire in the middle, the old man who retains and continues the fire of civilization and knowledge.

Magnus looked at him, and in an instant, many things flashed in his mind, respect, respect and more, and Magnus looked up at the flying imperial flag, the eagle dancing on it," You liar, how can there be so many, such respectable people burning up their lives for you?"

Magnus doesn't understand, he doesn't understand the reason why these people are so loyal to the Emperor and his so-called imperial truth, that ridiculous lie, and even willing to continue burning it with his life, Magnus doesn't know, for many people like Virtu For people like Si, their loyal object has never been the Emperor.

They are loyal and willing to dedicate their lives to human civilization. They preserve the seeds of civilization and the history books of the years, inherit and continue to burn. This is what they, the preachers, have fought for all their lives.

Peter walked to Vito's side, he held the marshal's shoulder armor with the gun on his back, and then turned to look at the landing deck of the Emperor's Dream, which was already in front of him. Above the huge gate bridge was the magnificent giant gate.

Vito, too, looked up at the gate that gleamed in the sun between the two angel statues, and Peter stood beside Vito, watching the gate with him.

"Come on, she's waiting for you, he's been waiting for you for fifty or sixty years, just like all of us."

(End of this chapter)