MTL - Warhammer Inquisitor-Chapter 575 end

  Chapter 575 End point

  When the sun of the galaxy rose to its high point, the sun shone down on everyone in the central plaza of the Rock, which was at the very center of a magnificent monastery, surrounded by towering walls, palaces, and stone sculptures overlooking all beings.

The hated angel holding the sword stands around, silently overlooking the people below. The dark angels gather here, as well as the sub-group fighters under Lancelot, the primordial star warriors and the original star warriors are here Gathered.

  Lynn is also here. He stands at the front of the crowd, and behind him are Azrael, Cypher, Lancelot and others. They and many veterans are silently behind the Lion King.

  A black crow fell from the sky and stood on the shoulder of the statue. Celestine, who was below, noticed it and looked back.

  The crow looked at her with its blue-black eyes, flapping its wings and making a cry that only she could hear, Celestine nodded slightly.

  The soldiers around her were discussing, showing surprise at the dark angels being imprisoned in the distance. Today is their death day, but none of them had fear on their faces.

  They were chained together peacefully, staring ahead, and following the sound of footsteps, they looked over with the surrounding soldiers.

  Luther walked in. Unexpectedly, he didn't wear a torture device, but walked like a free man. Vito was behind him, and there were two dark angel guards holding spears.

  They came from the edge and came to the square under the open-air starry sky, where the guillotine had already been set up, and the silver lion lay on the ground, holding up the sunken place.

  Asmodai stood there, he was in charge of the execution, surrounded by veterans of the Dark Angels holding swords, separating the execution platform from the surrounding.

Vito walked over with Luther, and they walked side by side, looking like each other sending their friends away. The soldiers on both sides looked at Luther from both sides of the road, and Ryan also watched him silently. , the dark angel holding a spear followed him and led him to the guillotine.

  Luther was escorted to that place. He looked at the fellow fallen angels who were imprisoned beside him. They were very calm, with no panic in their eyes, as if there was a sailboat sailing far away on a sea without strong winds.

   After looking at each other for a moment, Luther nodded slightly, then was pushed down by Asmodai on one side, and his head was placed on the guillotine.

   Luther knelt on the ground, closed his eyes, and the interrogation priest Asmodai took the broad knight sword from someone else, raised it high, and aimed it at Luther's neck, ready to chop it off.

   He is stopped, and Vito raises his hand to signal him to stop.

"I come."

  The soldiers present looked at each other. The Supreme Marshal wants to execute the execution himself? He is the Emperor's executioner, so there is nothing strange about it, but is Luthor really qualified for him?

   But questioning is not the bounden duty of Astartes, they are weapons, when to wield them, and to whom they wield them can’t be decided by themselves, Asmodai nodded silently after hearing this, put down his sword and backed away.

Vito walked up and replaced Asmodai's original position. He stretched out a hand to Celestine in the crowd behind him. The latter walked over and handed him the flaming sword worn on his waist .

  Vito drew out his sword, and the fire ignited instantly. He raised the red sword and pointed it at the back of Luthor's neck. The latter smiled and closed his eyes.

   "Wait." Someone yelled.

   People look, it's Ryan, he looks at Vito.

   "Supreme Marshal, can I execute the sentence?" He asked, "The person who sentenced others to death should also shoulder the responsibility of seeing him off."

   Luthor opened his eyes, that's what he told Ryan, he looked up at Ryan, the two looked at each other, as if talking a lot, and finally Luther smiled, smiling very proudly.

  Vito and Ryan looked at each other, "Is this what you want?"

"yes."

  Vito put down his sword, and he stepped back. Ryan stepped forward and stood on the edge of the guillotine. He drew out the Lion King Sword from his waist. The huge sword shone coldly under the light of the galaxy.

  Lian raised his sword high and aimed it at the back of Luther's neck. He looked at the old man below, but the latter smiled.

  He looked at Ryan proudly, traveled through time and space in an instant, and saw the child in the tree hole, "You have grown up."

  Luther said calmly, like a father, looking at his son, Vito looked at Ryan, he noticed that the Lion King's icy face faltered briefly, and the ice and snow melted in an instant in his forever frozen eyes.

   But Ryan still raised his sword, he didn't say anything, Luther smiled at him, and closed his eyes.

   "Goodbye, my boy."

   "Goodbye, Luther, Father."

  Following the sound of the sword peak breaking through the air, only darkness remained in front of Luther's eyes, and the deepest darkness enveloped everything around him, just like the prison where he was once imprisoned.

   But gradually, a golden light shot into the darkness, piercing the hazy darkness, and Luther opened his eyes.

  He stood on a calm sea, the sea under his feet had no waves or disturbances, only the golden light fell from the sky and shone on it, like a mirror.

  Luther saw his own appearance from the reflection under his feet. He changed, no longer the old man with white hair, but the young knight he used to be.

  Worn in snow-white battle armor, the armor of a Caliban knight, not a dark angel, but his cloak has the dark angel's winged sword tattooed on it.

  The sound of the crow's wings sounded from afar. Luther looked up and saw a man standing on a boat. It was a golden crow with feathers as bright as the sun.

  He was wearing a cloak that hid his face, and held a flaming scepter in his skeletal hand, standing in front of the boat, where he was waiting for Luther.

  He raised a hand, beckoning Luther to come over, Luther looked back, looking back at countless memories in a distant place, and then walked away.

  Luther boarded the boat, sat down as the boat shook, and the man in the hood was behind him, propped up the boat and started sailing, and the crow flapped its wings and looked into the distance.

  The man in the cloak held the scepter in his hand and pushed the boat to the far side of the golden sea. The golden sun rose to the end of the other side of the sea.

   "Where are you taking me?" Luthor asked.

   "You will not go to my palace, and you will not want to go, but you will not go to the purgatory of the warp." Said the boatman, rowing the boat.

   "After everything, are you still willing to give me a ride?"

   "A beginning and an end."

  Luther sat on the bow of the boat, feeling everything in his mind dissipate with the waves of the boat, he felt his body getting lighter and lighter, turning into light and dissipating around.

   "I still hate you." Luther said on the boat, speaking very casually, he didn't answer, only the raven on his shoulder croaked.

   Luther smiled and looked into the distance, "But you gave me a good son."

   "You also gave me a good fighter."

   "Goodbye, Luther Ars."

  The man said, the crow on his shoulders flew up, it twittered and flew to the far shore, followed by the boat, and Luther was sitting on the boat.

  Luther sailed to the distance, on that golden shore, there is no golden throne, no hall of glory, no fire of purgatory and gate of hell.

   But there, in the light, in the crow of the raven, the story of Luther Ars ended.

  (end of this chapter)