Chapter 226 The Rise of the Primarch: The Rise of the Supreme Marshal

Vito's current movements are not very comfortable, and I'm pretty sure he shouldn't be very comfortable, because hanging upside down with his head down, leaning against the wall with his neck supporting his whole body weight is probably not a very comfortable position, but fortunately he is like this now. There are quite a few people who are upside down like him.

Everyone on the docking deck of the trestle fell to the ground. Stormtroopers and Marines huddled together and screamed. They were like sardine cans crowded on the wall near the gate.

Colonel York and his men were huddled together, everyone was complaining, and the one who complained the loudest without even thinking about it was Ragnar.

The Young Wolf Master of the Space Wolves is face down on the wall, his whole face is like white dough pressed on the panel, and this funny expression all comes from Lancelot pressing on him, and On top of the latter was Bell, and the three Astartes were huddled together like stacked men.

"Get out of here, you Caliban orange cat and Macragge blueberry!" Ragnar cursed from below. Ragnar felt like a Terminator was pressed against him. You know, the two What does it look like when a Space Marine wearing a full set of power armor is on top of another?

Vito looked at them with his body and vision hanging upside down and smiled. Loken was also thrown up by the inertia of gravity and stuck next to Vito. Both of them were hanging upside down, a demigod and a superman hanging side by side. I need to find a camera to capture this scene.

"I remember we played a similar operation back then, right?" Vito asked with his head on the floor, while Loken's head was on the other side. "Indeed, one time Togaton and I sailed a boat to attack a group of people. The same thing happened when a green-skinned warship swooped down from the cross-section of the battlefield, and more than a hundred Luna Wolf warriors were squeezed into sardine cans in the cabin. "

"And if I remember correctly, it was your plan that time." Loken said in a low voice. This was not because he did it intentionally. The guard was simply out of breath when he fell upside down in power armor.

Vito laughed jokingly. As the sailing angle of the Infinite Frontier corrected, he finally returned to his normal position. As Vito slapped him on the ground, everyone was freed from the plight of being huddled together on the wall. come out.

Bell and Lancelot got up and looked at Ragnar who was lying on the ground. The latter wailed and looked at the two of them, "What the hell, pull me up. My arms are numb from your crushing."

Lancelot and Bell looked at each other and smiled, then they took Ragnar's arm and pulled him up. There were many people around them repeating similar actions to pull up their comrades around them. Everyone complained after getting up. Navigation method of landing on the bridge.

"Well, at least we successfully broke through and escaped from the encirclement among dozens of Necromancer warships. I feel that there is no one like you before or since." Vito boasted proudly with his hands on his hips.

Loken stood up with his support on the ground. The burly green armor standing on the deck was so conspicuous that it almost immediately attracted everyone's attention.

With them escaping the Necron siege, the mysterious Astartes warrior now attracts renewed attention, especially Captain Eisenstein of the Imperial Fists.

Captain Eisenstein, who was wearing tall golden power armor, walked over. He was very tall, half a head taller than Loken. The majestic Imperial Fist Captain walked up to the two of them with heavy steps. He first said Salute to both of them.

"Judge, do you still have the artifact in your hand?" Eisenstein asked. Vito smiled and took out the rotating undead artifact from the canvas pocket on his waist.

Eisenstein looked at the intact artifact and nodded, "Very good. You are as wise and reliable as ever. Inquisitor, the way you evacuated just now is impressive."

"Thank you, Captain, and I also found a magical use out of that iron-clad bastard's mouth. It's a double harvest." Vito looked at the artifact in his hand and said with a smile, but it was obvious that Dorn's son would not smile because of this. , to be honest, do they still remember how to laugh? Vito had never seen anyone from the Imperial Fists laugh.

Captain Eisenstein nodded, "Like I said, your results are impressive. Can you please introduce us to this strange brother?"

He looked at Loken and said, behind him the remaining Astartes gathered around. They stood behind Captain Eisenstein and looked at Loken with curiosity, especially Ragnar among them. He concealed his curiosity, even to the point of being offensive, a bit like watching a monkey.

Although Vito feels that among these people, he may be closer to the definition of "monkey", ah no, Husky may be more suitable.

Olaf stepped forward from Eisenstein. The old wolf inserted the bolt gun into the holster with flying mane decorations on his waist. Olaf, who was wearing a burly priest power armor, looked at Loken and raised an iron hand. , "Excuse me brother, I don't recognize your battle group mark and painting. What battle group are you from?"

"The Luna Wolves." Loken replied almost subconsciously. Subconsciously, he had no fear of his Astartes brothers at all, although he should have. To him, Istvan's betrayal seemed like Still the same as yesterday.

Olaf and Eisenstein looked at each other in confusion. The two veterans were even more so with the young man behind them. Ragnar very frankly showed his ignorance and confusion. He scratched his head and looked. To Lancelot, the latter shrugged his shoulders.

But Bell, who was obviously the most knowledgeable among them, was not like this. He stood calmly and looked at Vito without saying a word. The latter was also thinking about this issue without giving him any clues or orders.

Eisenstein frowned slightly and turned to look back at Loken. He looked up and down at the battle brother in front of him and thought hard, but in the end he couldn't find any clues in his memory.

"Please forgive our ignorance, brother, we have never heard of your war group. Can you tell us who your genetic father is?"

Loken was stunned after hearing this request. This was not because he was afraid because his father was a traitor, but because he could not express the shameful fact. He was ashamed of the honor of his legion and he did not want to say that. A fact that puts all Luna Wolves to shame, but this action seemed to the serious Eisenstein to be concealing it.

The solemn captain of the Imperial Fists frowned, and his hand subconsciously pressed the bolter on his waist. This action surprised Olaf and quickly tried to dissuade him, but the captain raised his hand to signal Olaf not to. put one's oar in.

Eisenstein watched Loken's finger on the trigger, "Brother, why are you silent? Is there anything you can't say?"

"I" Loken hesitated to speak, his expression full of entanglement and pain. Eisenstein's suspicion became more and more serious. Before the stubborn son of Dorne continued to ask, Vito spoke, and he helped Loken speak. , and he knew what it meant.

"He is the son of Horus, and Horus is his father." Vito said softly, and the moment he said these words, they exploded like a thunder.

Eisenstein almost immediately drew his bolter and pointed it at Loken, followed closely by Ragnar and Lancelot who drew their weapons and aimed them at Loken's head, and even Olaf subconsciously drew his gun.

But the old wolf didn't have a gun pointed at Loken in the tangle, but it didn't matter, because besides that, there were three bolt guns pointed at Loken's head, and soon there would not be only three.

"Colonel York! He is a Chaos traitor!" Eisenstein shouted. Hearing the words "traitor" and "Chaos", the colonel raised his gun as if reflexively. The stormtroopers and marines around him all raised their guns and took aim. Loken, instantly there were hundreds of laser guns, plasma guns, melta guns and large-caliber shotguns aimed at Loken.

Loken took a step back. He looked at the hostile brothers in front of him, but there was no resentment or anger in his eyes, but sadness and shame. Regrettably, he had no right to resent them. He was indeed the son of Horus. That betrayal The genetic son of the Emperor's men.

Loken sighed and stood upright. He looked at Eisenstein in front of him and smiled bitterly, "Well, maybe you are indeed qualified to kill me. I didn't expect that one day I would be executed by my loyal brothers. ”

"Eisenstein, put down your gun." Vito raised his head and said majestically. His careless look was gone. Now he was like a leader, a king and an unquestionable master.

"All of you, put down your guns." Vito said sternly, and his words did work for mortals. Colonel York and his men put down their guns, but the Astartes still raised their guns and continued to aim at Lor. Ken.

Eisenstein held the bolt pistol in his hand. Behind him were the muzzles of Ragnar and Lancelot. The company commander looked at Vito and frowned suspiciously, "Why do you want to protect a traitor? Inquisitor Wei Trust, you know better than us that traitors cannot be forgiven!”

"I know, but Loken is not a traitor, he is a loyalist, the last loyalist." Vito said without giving up and walked up to Loken, standing between him and Eisenstein, speaking in an irresistible way. Suspicious eyes stared into Eisenstein's eyes.

The company commander frowned and hesitated, but Ragna behind him was as forthright as ever. He directly asked the question for the company commander.

"Loyalists? Loyalists? What's that? I've never heard of Loyalists in the Traitor Legion."

"No, indeed, and I also told you about Ragnar." It was not Vito who answered him, but Bell who walked up at the same time. He looked at Ragnar who looked confused.

"Captain Nathaniel Gallo of the Death Guard, Captain Thor Tarvitz of the Emperor's Children, and War Blacksmith Barabas Dantioch. They are all traitors who are still loyal to the Emperor. Great brother." Bell explained, while Ragnar frowned slightly and looked at him in confusion.

"How do you know? You have never experienced a major rebellion."

Bell sighed speechlessly and looked at Ragnar in front of him, "Read a book, Ragnar. I have advised you that you should read more ancient books and documents. There are records of them in the collection of Macragge Library. I read Remember, I even told you."

"Ah? When? Why didn't I know." Ragnar said confusedly, with an expression like a fool. Bell held his forehead speechlessly, "Because you were drinking mead when I was talking to you, you idiot. , you didn’t listen to a word I said.”

Lancelot looked at Ragnar and couldn't help laughing, with a gloating smile on his face, but Bell looked at Lancelot and frowned in displeasure, "You're laughing, you were drinking wine at the time, that's the same word." Didn't even listen." "Ah."

While Fenris Husky and Caliban Orange Cat were being trained, Captain Eisenstein turned his head silently after hearing the key information. He still did not lower his gun but looked into Loken's eyes.

Hundreds of years of fighting had taught him how to see a man's heart through his eyes. He knew what the eyes of the traitors looked like, and he also knew what the eyes of the loyalists looked like, and there was no doubt that Loken belonged to the latter.

But he was still worried. The caution of the descendants of Dorne prevented him from letting down his guard so rashly. The captain looked at Vito and asked seriously, "Even so, how can you be sure that he is not a traitor pretending to be a loyalist? His armor is indeed different from the traitors under Abaddon, but we all know that Alpha is good at infiltration and disguise."

Eisenstein's words immediately spread throughout the hall, making everyone alert again. The mortal warriors around slowly pulled the trigger again and looked at Loken vigilantly. Ragnar and Lancelot also held the grenade gun again and stared at Loken's every move, almost ready to kill him on the spot at any time.

"Why do you trust him so much, Inquisitor, do you know him? A man from ten thousand years ago." Eisenstein said, his words did make sense. A loyal veteran from ten thousand years ago suddenly returned? Or do you believe that this is a spy disguised as an Alpha? I think most people tend to the latter.

Vito looked at them in silence, he was struggling, he knew what it would mean if he stood up, now he knew what the second half of the prophecy said by Trazyn meant.

"And he will also be connected with your destiny, bringing the Last Lord back to the Empire, and the gears of fate will break the deadlock of ten thousand years."

Now he knew what that meant, either he would retreat and let Loken be executed, or he would stand up to protect him, and what that meant was obvious.

"Old charlatan." Vito cursed in a low voice, Loken looked at Vito and sighed and pressed his shoulder, "You don't have to do this, my friend."

"No, it's the only way now, and I won't let my old friend leave again." Vito said, the second half of the sentence was full of unspeakable sadness, but soon he looked directly at Eisenstein and Olaf, he had made a decision, it was time to let the marshal come back.

"I know him, I know he is a loyal man." Vito said calmly but very seriously. Eisenstein and Olaf looked at each other and frowned, then looked at Vito together.

"How long have you known each other?" Olaf asked, Vito smiled and turned his head to look at Loken and smiled, "Ten thousand years, a full ten thousand years."

This made everyone extremely surprised, but even more confused. The mortal soldiers looked at each other, and the sergeant approached the colonel with a laser gun and whispered.

"Colonel, do you know what that means?" The sergeant asked, and Colonel York looked at him and turned his head, "Emperor, how could I know?"

As surprised as the mortals, the Astartes looked at each other and had no idea about it. Eisenstein and Olaf exchanged glances about this matter, and then Olaf looked at Vito again and looked at him seriously.

"I don't quite understand what you said, Inquisitor. Was what you said just now a metaphor?"

Facing Olaf's confusion, Vito laughed. He put his hands behind his back and shook his head, "No, literally, Bell, tell them, tell them everything."

As Vito spoke, everyone looked at Bell. The Ultramarines standing behind nodded and then walked forward. He passed through his brothers and came to Vito's side and gestured to him.

Bell was like a messenger who delivered a message to the king in ancient legends, solemn and unquestionable. He looked at the brothers and mortal soldiers around him and said loudly, "Vito Constantine is not just an Inquisitor, he is the Supreme Marshal himself. He has never left us for thousands of years!"

Everyone looked at each other in surprise, and even Eisenstein showed a shocked expression. He looked at Vito in front of him and could not hide his surprise and confusion.

Bell continued to recite the content of the declaration he had prepared for a long time. He had been preparing for this moment since he knew Vito's identity. In fact, he did a good job and even made Vito laugh.

The marshal tried to hold back his laughter as he looked at Bell. Looking at the marshal's messenger who was announcing loudly, Bell raised his arms and looked at everyone like a devout believer and a loyal warrior.

"He is the Supreme Marshal himself! He is Vito Constantine. This is not a lie or a coincidence, but a sacred fact in the name of the Emperor!"

People looked at Bell and Vito in silence. Everyone stopped discussing and communicating. Everyone looked at Vito with shock and awe.

Olaf looked at Vito as if he had suddenly realized something. He suddenly figured out many problems. Why was he so long-lived without any life-extending transformation? Why did he know so much knowledge and secrets? Why was he so familiar with Bjorn, even to the extent that the head wolf and the wolf lord obeyed him? All these problems that had troubled Olaf for many years suddenly became clear.

Yes, the Supreme Marshal, if he was the Supreme Marshal, then all this could be explained, and it was explained almost perfectly and appropriately.

Some of the mortal soldiers around were ready to kneel down. When Lancelot was about to kneel down to salute, he was stopped by Eisenstein. The captain looked at Vito with a serious expression, and the latter looked at him. The two looked at each other for a moment.

"If that's the case, prove it to us, prove that you are the Supreme Marshal." Eisenstein said, and Vito laughed and rubbed his wrist.

"I know the original father of all of you, and Eisenstein, you and Dorn are really alike. You are equally suspicious and cautious, but you are also honest and will not hide or deceive in any way."

Vito said, rubbing his wrist, and a small electric light began to flash in his eyes, "Very good, if you want proof, I will give it to you."

After speaking, Vito snapped his fingers, and as the crisp snap of lightning sounded, Vito's eyes suddenly turned into golden light, and a halo appeared behind his head with the joyful movement of lightning. The bright halo gradually formed little by little until it was completely formed behind Vito's head.

Everyone looked at the halo with wide eyes. They all knew that halo. There was no one in the Empire who didn't know that halo. It was exactly the same halo as the Emperor!

As the halo appeared, a powerful force suddenly surged from Vito's body. The powerful psychic aura spread from his body to every corner of the deck in an instant. The halo guided him like a rising sun. With that power, everything around it is shrouded in power.

Vito looked at them, his golden eyes looked at them. As Vito's eyes looked, everyone knelt down. The surrounding mortal soldiers followed Colonel York on their knees one after another. They asked the Supreme Marshal, the Characters who once existed only in myths surrendered and paid tribute.

Olaf, Ragnar and Lancelot also knelt down immediately. They bowed their heads in salute to Vito without any reason. Even Bell knelt on one knee on both sides of Vito with Loken a moment later.

Vito looked at Eisenstein, the only one in front of him who had not yet knelt down. His voice, accompanied by the surging psychic power, sounded like a sonic boom, "This is the proof you want, Eisenstein. Son of En, do you agree?”

Vito's voice was as powerful, sublime, and sacred as the Emperor himself. Eisenstein looked at the face in front of the shining halo of the sun. The face completely enveloped in the divine light looked as if the Emperor himself had arrived.

If there is one characteristic of the Sons of Dorn besides their stubbornness, it is their honesty when they realize their mistakes. Captain Eisenstein knelt down almost without hesitation. The proud Captain of the Imperial Fists bowed to the High Marshal. Kneel and pay tribute.

"I, Eisenstein Batalov, Captain of the Third Company of the Imperial Fists, salute you. I have no right to ask for forgiveness for my offense, but I swear in the name of Dorn and the Emperor that from now on I There will be no more doubts about you, Lord High Marshal."

Vito looked at Eisenstein and nodded. He looked around at everyone and raised his head. The bright sun shone on everyone in the world. They were bathed in the shining golden light and were reborn under the legendary Emperor's brothers. In the divine light.

Lilith and Cole also arrived late at the dock. Cole was shocked when he saw the golden light, and Lilith also looked at Vito with a smile after a moment of surprise, "Supreme Marshal, he is finally back. ”