Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

The old windmill was creaking, and the huge canvas mesh fan was pushed up and down by the strong wind. The weather in Provence in July should have been very good, with clear skies and purple lavender everywhere, and mature wheat fields in summer. It will cover the earth and spread the golden ocean to the end of the horizon.

But now the sky is indeed gray, gloomy, and sickly like this land.

The cold sunlight shone on Vito's eyes, and his black eyes reflected the clouds and darkness in the sky. The strong wind penetrated through the gap between his cloak and scarf, slightly lifting the big white cloak, and the dancing white There is a black angular cross on his cloak.

Vito's eyes were buried as he walked through this lifeless meadow. The land was filled with dead livestock. The bloated carcasses of large white pigs were piled together, and some were still buried in pits. , but most of them are still piled on the ground.

Flies and moths lingered on these rotting corpses, and everything that was morbid shrouded the supposedly beautiful land of Frank, and it also shrouded the entire sky of Europe.

Vito walked behind the man squatting next to the body of a white pig. Under his white robe was a shining golden armor, on which was engraved a spreading eagle, which was the symbol of Rome and a witness to its former glory.

He's still so nostalgic, Vito thought to himself.

The man with slender hair raised his head and looked at the dead town not far away. "He should be in the city." The man said, standing up from the ground, his tall figure holding up the golden armor.

He became shorter and became as tall as an ordinary human being, which was strange after all, he could be as tall as he wanted. This old immortal could adjust his physique, so according to him, he could adapt and integrate into civilization.

Vito also looked at the town not far away, where the same morbid aura shrouded the place. This death storm was still sweeping this land for three years. Every village and every town was empty.

People call it a curse, but learned people call it the Black Death.

Vito walked towards the town without saying a word. He ignored the man as if he didn't exist. The long-haired man looked at Vito passing by in silence for a moment and then followed him.

The two of them walked one behind the other, Vito walking in front, his long sword looming under his cloak. They passed the empty barns and farmer's cabins around the city. The whole land was dead and lifeless. .

The cold sunlight shone on those decaying fields, on which lay scattered the carcasses of cattle and horses.

They arrived at the gate of the town. The gate here was open but there was no guard. Vito glanced at the empty sentry box at the gate with his peripheral vision. The weapons were still placed there, but their owners were still there. No trace at all.

This is not normal. The war has not ended. Although the war between Frank and England has temporarily come to an end due to the Black Death, the British army has not left. This place should not be so relaxed.

But it's not just the guard box, the entire city is suffocatingly silent. The streets are empty. The once bustling market is also abnormally deserted. All the vendors have disappeared, and all the citizens have also disappeared.

Vito stopped and scanned the dead market. The long-haired man also came behind him. The man's golden eyes scanned the locked doors one by one. Some of them had a big mark marked with black charcoal. fork.

"This city is terminally ill, just like this land." He said in a deep and deep voice. His voice was still so magnetic. Vito remembered many times that he could persuade a person to stop a war with just words. or initiated.

The man said, "I am sure, as I was then with Justinian, that we will work things out again, my friend."

Vito still ignored him, didn't say a word or even looked at him. He continued walking along the street, and the man didn't say anything but followed him.

They walked through the deserted streets and passed through the buildings with closed doors. Black charcoal marked each house, and the number gradually increased as they went deeper.

It was so quiet here, not even the barking of dogs, nothing, just pure silence and the smell of death.

They came to a well. Buckets were thrown into the well but no one came to fetch water. Sitting on the stone well was a doll, a small but delicate doll that seemed to belong to a little girl.

Vito picked up the doll and fell into silence looking at the red dress. The long-haired man also looked at the doll and was silent for a moment, then spoke with a magnetic voice, "I know you still hold a grudge against me, Vito. My friend, you haven’t forgotten Alice.”

"You fucking are not allowed to call her name!" Vito growled and shouted. He pulled out his sword and put it directly on the man's neck, but the man did not hide or block him. He just looked at Vito. , watching calmly.

"You still resent me for stopping you at that time, and you still resent me for not letting you rescue her and save her from the Inquisition." The man said, but Vito's brows frowned, almost furious. , his clenched hand gradually pressed the tip of the sword against the man's throat.

"Shut up." He growled, but the man showed no fear at all. His golden eyes looked at Vito calmly and calmly, "It has been twenty years, Vito, you have never forgotten."

"What does 20 mean to us? Blinking is a hundred years, closing is a thousand years, you tell me how I can forget 20 years?" He said viciously, veins popping out on his sword-holding hand.

The man shook his head slightly as if he had some regrets, "My friend, I believe I like that girl too, she is smart and bold, one of the guides for the future of human civilization, and she will play a role in human civilization."

"Except for the two of us, you see everyone as a tool, right? You see me as a tool, right?" Vito cursed, the blade still nailed to his neck.

The man looked at Vito with a golden light in his eyes, and his head swayed slightly, "No, Vito, I don't think anyone is a tool, I think we all have our own place and our own value."

"You are my friend, Vito, I have never regarded you as a tool, you are one of my few friends in the past thousand years, I really don't want to do that, I really don't want to hurt you."

"But you did it, you stopped me and let me watch her being burned to death, burned to death by those bastards, burned to death by the idiots of the Roman Catholic Church." Vito said, his eyes still full of murderous intent.

"I have to stop you, Vito. Our power cannot interfere with mortal affairs. If I let you do it, you will kill all the judges. What does that mean? You can save Alice, but her family, her sister and her friends will be burned to death because of this."

"You can take Alice away and spend the rest of your life in happiness, but tell me, Vito, what about her family and her friends? Have you really brought any goodwill by using your power?"

His words were accompanied by a magnetic voice. Vito stared at his angry breath with gritted teeth, but after a moment he drew back the sword and turned around to insert it into the scabbard, " I really want to chop you. "

The man looked at Vito who had his back to him and stepped forward to hold his shoulder, "My friend, maybe one day you will kill me or someone else, but use our power carefully to fulfill our mission, remember this sentence. "

"As a guardian, not a ruler, only in this way can the development of mankind be the development of mankind itself."

Vito did not reply, not a word, the man looked at him, patted his shoulder and continued to move forward, "Come on, we still have necessary things to do."

Vito put the doll in his arms, closed his eyes and sighed, then followed the bastard.

They passed through the dead city and came to the church on the hill in a corner of the city. The door of the church was open, and bursts of dull bells came from it.

They walked in, walked through the dilapidated church and around the arcade to the back hall. The man jumped off the wooden scaffolding first, and Vito also jumped down, and he landed on the cobblestone ground with weeds.

Waves of morbid laughter sounded in front of him. Vito raised his head and slowly stood up to look at the patients. They showed crazy smiles, and their bodies were full of abnormal diseases. The twisted nerves made them like walking zombies.

Behind these twisted creatures, in front of the main door of the church backyard leading to the main hall, the bloated, huge monster sat cross-legged there. He was so fat that his legs could not support his body.

He smiled morbidly and shook the bell in his hand. The sound of the bell echoed like a bell.

The man drew out his long sword and swung it violently. A raging fire ignited on the blade. He looked at the monsters, and Vito slowly drew out the silver long blade. The blade flashed with golden lightning as it was drawn. He slowly lowered the blade, and the lightning struck the cobblestone ground.

They launched an attack.

In the year 1350 of the Terra calendar, the Black Death suddenly disappeared mysteriously.