MTL - Warhammer Inquisitor-Chapter 585 blood is calling

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  Chapter 585 The blood is calling

The gorgeous multicolored light of the Milky Way is shot from the depths of the starry sky. They sprinkle on the towering buildings of the Emperor-class battleship. The statue of an angel wearing a battle robe and holding a holy sword is bathed in the light, and the stars are shining on the face. .

The starlight shines on the barrel of the macro gun, as if covered with a layer of gravel, the towering spear barrel stands in the light of the universe, like a tower leading to the sky, casting a wide shadow down , it left a long shadow on the wide deck on the side of the battleship.

The shadow passed between the Thunderhawks parked here, they stood quietly under the starlight, and fell asleep in the gorgeous and dazzling light, the entire battleship fell silent, only one servant walked on the deck , stretching its long shadow on the ground.

He walked stiffly step by step, walking under the starlight, the long hose in his abdomen was penetrated by the light, the liquid in it shone with light, on that dull face, those empty eyes seemed to come alive under the starlight Come here.

Eisenstein stood beside Thunder Eagle and looked at him. He was sitting on the hatch that Thunder Eagle lowered, his wrinkled face seemed much younger under the starlight. In the library, looking up at the starry sky, thinking about everything in the thousands of galaxies.

He remembered that he liked to look at the sky when he was a child. At that time, the sky of Terra was always shrouded in smog. He had to climb very high, and he climbed to the height of the church with those childhood playmates whose names he had forgotten. The tower, slipping between the statues, grasped the eaves and climbed to the towering top.

  There are countless stars shining in the dark sky, and they will give them names. It is because Eisenstein doesn't know what is there, and he only has the best fantasy about the unknown starry sky.

He imagined that at the other end of the universe, when he looked up at that star, there was another child looking up at him. Only when he grew up did he realize that those stars are the hottest stars, the hottest sun, There is no life on it at all.

When he was older, when he joined the battle group and entered the starry sky on a battleship for the first time, he knew that there was no dream in that universe, and there was no child who looked up to each other like himself, and there were only endless enemies waiting for him. , Looking up, seeing enemies everywhere.

But Eisenstein will still look up at the starry sky, not because of fantasy, but a kind of desire. Even if he knows that there are endless monsters and monsters there, Eisenstein still wants to go to the starry sky to look for things that may never exist. The stars, and up there, there would be a child watching him in the starry sky.

  He would look up at the sky in battle, believing that the child was looking at him, winning not only for himself, but for the child he had never met, and probably never would.

   Eisenstein looked at the servitor, looked at his eyes, the lobotomized face seemed to have a soul, he stopped and looked at the Milky Way sky outside the hangar, looking into the distance.

   Could that be the kid? Like the one on Terra, looking up at the stars and ending up in the universe with him in a weird way.

"Eisenstein, I didn't expect to see you here." The sound of footsteps accompanied by a low voice interrupted Eisenstein's thoughts. He pulled out of his imagination and looked at the man. Armor shone in the starlight, with gray wolfskin cloaks on their shoulders, the unique symbol of their legion.

  Under the cloak of the capital, the wolf is always roaring, just like his name, always galloping between space, bringing the original roar and growl of human beings to that place.

"Olaf, old wolf, are you awake? It's already very late." Eisenstein asked sitting on the hatch of the Thunderhawk, holding a book in his hand, and Olaf came over, "No, I'm here to have a look The Milky Way, it never tires of watching."

"Yes, it is beautiful, just as beautiful as when humans first stepped into the universe many years ago, luring us to fly into its depths." Eisenstein sighed with emotion, looking at the distant nebula. Deep down, it was like a sandbar, glistening in the distant moonlight.

  Olaf sat beside Eisenstein, and he caught a glimpse of the book in Eisenstein's hand, "But we also miss home. The farther we fly, the more we miss home."

Olaf reached out to the book, and Eisenstein didn't refuse, and handed the book to Olaf, who opened it and flipped through it. There were many pictures, illustrations or photos on it. The tower, the magnificent city building, the sun rising in the desert, the golden morning light piercing the first ray of morning light in the darkness before dawn.

The old wolf flipped through the book, stroking the photos with his fingers. They were beautiful photos. The person who took them was a real photographer. He kept the most beautiful moments of Terra in the pictures forever, making that beautiful never dies.

"Terra is still so beautiful. I went there once many years ago, when I was just a priest recruit. I was honored. I was recognized and sent to Terra to be trained as a psyker. I stayed there. For many years, until now, the glory of the throne still exists in my heart."

   "I'm very lucky, compared to many psykers." Olaf hesitated to speak, stopping the words in his throat, as if it was some kind of taboo, something that should never be mentioned.

"It's beautiful there, I grew up there, and the blood of the Terra people flows in my bone marrow, they say it is the purest human blood, and we are proud of it, but I am not offending your hometown ,brother."

   Eisenstein apologized and nodded to Olaf, but the latter smiled, closed the book, and looked at the starry sky, as if to find his one among the thousands of stars.

"I know that many people think Fenris is a cruel world, but the snowfields there have raised me, and as all Fenrisians will never forget it, neither will I. I will always remember the white snowfields, for me It is the most beautiful place in the universe.”

"I will never forget Langya Fortress and the towering mountain. I crossed the ice and snow and became a sky warrior through trials. But I will never forget the person who raised me, my mother. She is a strong woman. Like my clan, I don't forget them, and if I do, I'm lost."

   "Olaf, can I ask you a question?" After pondering for a long time, Eisenstein asked in a low voice, and Olaf nodded, "Ask, brother, if I can answer it."

  Eisenstein took the book back and looked at the picture above, the towering minarets of Terra, missing the golden city walls, tall buildings, walls and fountains, the glory of the throne, shining on the top of the Himalayas.

  "If you had the chance, you could go back to the snowfields of Fenris. Would you choose to go back? Leave everything behind, just to go back to your brothers."

Olaf looked at Eisenstein silently. The wise old wolf saw the entanglement and pain hidden in his brother's inner calmness, but he didn't point it out directly, but looked at the deep galaxy, Fenris' wild The wolf sat on Thunderhawk's hatch, looking at the invisible home.

"I want to go back to the snowy Fenris, to stand in the snow again, to drink in the banquet hall with my brothers in the tribe, to go hunting together, to sit by the fire at night and tell each other's wonderful stories Stories, looking at the palace of the ancestors in the northern lights, but I will not go back, the identity and mission given to me by the emperor, becoming a sky warrior is not only an honor, but also a responsibility."

Eisenstein was silent for a long time, then slowly raised his head and stroked the Monastery of the Mountain Array in the book. The mountain array in the photo was bathed in the light of the sun and rising with the dawn, "Is it the call of a real brother?" ? The call of the blood."

  After hearing this, the old wolf looked at the starry sky, and the two old soldiers sat together on the hatch of the Thunderhawk, gazing at the boundless universe and the universe. He understood without saying anything.

The machine servant walked forward, passing under the sandbar-like starlight, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the ears of the two, "What should I do? Old wolf, how should I choose, the mission given to me by the emperor, my responsibility, Where do I go to fulfill the identity he has given me."

"This is a difficult choice, brother, I know." The old wolf pressed Eisenstein's shoulder and nodded to him, "I also made a choice. When other brothers needed me, I faced a choice, but I responded to the blood. The call of the wolves, the wolves were calling to me, and I decided to answer their voices."

The two old warriors looked at each other, the starlight shone between them, and through that light they looked into each other's eyes, "But no matter what you choose, you are my brother forever, This will not change, it is an iron law, it cannot be changed just like the sun, although you were born in Terra and I was born in Fenris, time and space cannot separate us, our blood vessels flow the same No matter where, no matter where, the blood connects us."

"Thank you, brother. It is my eternal honor to be a blood brother with you." "That's mine too, brother." Eisenstein also pressed the old wolf's shoulder, and then he stood up, bathed in the starlight Down, looking at the distant starry sky.

Eisenstein left, walking under the starlight, gradually drifting away on the starlit sandbar, "Have you made a choice? Brother." "Not yet, I need to ask someone." "Who would that be? Marshal?" "No, not him, but our common father."

  (end of this chapter)