Warhammer: Just unified the Empire, you said it was 40K

Chapter 75: The Weeper Pastor: Father Needs Us

The Black Legion wreaked havoc on this planet.

They have absolute dominance in this world.

All they met were weaklings.

All they saw were mortals.

They swung their swords, and those mortals fell in rows like weeds in the wind.

They shot, and the resisters exploded in balls of blood with a grin on their faces.

They enjoy the thrill of death and harvest.

They trample on the dignity of honor and sacrifice.

They tasted fear and trembling.

Children, old people, slaves, nobles - they are all the same at this moment.

They cried out.

They knelt.

They crave kindness.

They waited in despair.

They resisted, and they were slaughtered.

They continued to resist, and they continued to be slaughtered.

Their flesh and blood were made into sacrifices.

Their skulls became decorations.

The black figure's sharp spear pierced the skull, and the battle skirt was made of human skin, with a distorted human face. Despair enveloped Kodiaan.

until.

They heard the call.

I heard an ancient call that seemed to come from the dark ages.

With hatred, with anger, and endless rage.

Roar at them.

A slave.

He saw with his own eyes the hideous black knight who had killed the noble collide with another giant, and like a falling boulder, they smashed heavily into the chaos.

The war between them is like a war between gods.

Dazzling sparks flashed when the two people collided directly.

The angry war cries collided like the holy words between gods.

They are very fast.

People kept falling down around them.

Amidst the roars.

The black tide collided violently with another torrent.

Splashing water.

It fell heavily again.

Turned into meat paste in front of him.

Death is the most insignificant and insignificant thing on the battlefield.

They don't know what the other party is thinking.

But they could feel a rage that was as sharp as a knife, a betrayal that was as painful as a knife.

seem.

This kind of anger will be contagious, will spread, and will gradually affect the rationality of these people.

Let them also feel angry at the black army in front of them and have the urge to tear them apart.

"Horus!!!"

"***!!!"

It seems as if mortals have lost their minds.

They simply followed the war cry with extreme anger and roars, and the slaves were no exception.

This is the mission of the Blood Angels.

The black rage that the weepers carry.

It is deadly despair.

They lost their minds.

Only a high priest with unwavering faith in the Imperium can pry open a crack in the dark minds of Space Marines infected by the Black Rage.

"Father needs us."

The priest held the Banner of Blood and Tears, a silk battle flag sewn by the nuns they once protected. It was the honor and holy relic of their regiment.

The priest reached out and touched the heads of the weepers who were caught in the black rage.

After hearing these words, those wailers trapped in the black rage seemed to have found their responsibilities, as if they saw white wings stained with blood.

Those holy wings, holy father.

It seemed to awaken the last bit of his thinking.

father
Atonement
They are atoning for their sins.
Although it is impossible to fully awaken reason.

However, they can use the little bit of rationality they have temporarily gained, remember the faces of their enemies, know what they need to do, and completely dedicate their last bit of value to the holy figure that they have never seen, but is engraved in their genes and etched in their souls.

"I"

"Chrisius."

"I"

"Atugrey."

"what!!!!"

The Weeper, enveloped in a black rage, relives Sanguinius's betrayal by Horus over and over again.

Experiencing that anger over and over again.

This rage, the pain that came from the Primarch Sanguinius, is an indelible pain passed down from generation to generation.

Not only that.

Other chapters still have redemption.

They lost everything.

They are enveloped by the Black Rage, their gene-seed has been tainted, their battle records will no longer be recorded, their names will be forgotten, the Imperium will not remember them, they are considered traitors, they are not allowed to expand their forces, they will not have support, they have no supplies, the only supplies are the little supplies the Salamanders can give them.

They were thrown here.

Use your life to atone for your sins.

For so many years.

They were never understood.

Now, their appearance seems to confirm that others cannot understand them. They also understand others' incomprehension, but it does not mean that they will enjoy this loneliness.

They long for the brotherhood of other Chapters.

They long to be accepted by other humans.

They hold gifts from humanity and are willing to regard these gifts as relics more precious than life itself.

They have no home planet.

They 'don't have' a parent group.

They are the lone walkers in the chapter.

They are rejected lonely stars.

Just like this world that has not been abandoned outside of human beings.

As if they just needed to know.

Whose descendants are they?

Who are they fighting for?

Even if I am not understood, even if I am isolated, even if I fall into black rage, even if I die.
They just need to shoulder the heavy burden.

"We have no support, no supplies, nothing."

"We are only ourselves, only us, only brothers"

"Killing paves the way for our atonement."

"War is the only reason for us to live."

"Die together with the enemy"

"For. For everything!"

“Not disappointing.”

"Horus!!!"

"You betrayed us!"

"You betrayed me."

In their battle cries, they dared not even mention that name, for fear of tarnishing his honor.

The simultaneous eruption of blood thirst and black rage enhances the Weeper's combat effectiveness.

But what it brings is a desperate situation from which there is no turning back.

One who joins the Weepers has taken an oath.

Even though they suffer discrimination and injustice.

But they did not betray their oath.

Even though they are subject to expiration and lies.

But they did not betray the Empire.

Even though they think they are accepted, they make the wrong decisions.

But they are still willing to sacrifice everything for this mistake.

Although he didn't know if anyone knew what he had done.

But he is still willing to prove everything with loyalty.

"Father, I tried my best!"

With only half of his body, he squeezed the detonator in his hand.

Die together with the enemy's hell beast.

This world is no longer worth saving.

Even if the empire saw it, it would probably choose to give up.

Even if they kill all the chaos in this world, they still cannot save this meaningless planet.

But they still have to fight.

Fighting is their atonement.

Fighting is their reason for living.

A Chaos Lord of the Black Legion, his left hand corrupted and sharp with claws, pierces a mad weeper.

"The pawns of the false emperor."

“Why are they everywhere?”

"how?"

"Such a loyal claw was treated as a discarded pawn by the false emperor and left here to die?"

"Why do you still serve this corrupt and fallen empire?"

“Why don’t you open your eyes and take a look?”

　[When you feel stupid, think about the three times that Titanium tried to negotiate with the Greenskins]

　　
　
(End of this chapter)