Chapter 40 Are you willing to bear the burden for the empire? 24

Eisenhorn is old.

The once high-spirited Inquisitor, who frightened the enemies of mankind, is now gray-haired and lives up to his former appearance.

Eisenhorn, the high-ranking inquisitor of the empire, was once regarded as an enemy of mankind and was surrounded and suppressed by the empire.

Later, he tried his best to prove his loyalty and innocence, and killed the instigator, the heretic Inquisitor Quesos, who was considered dead by the Inquisition for many years and who once made the entire galaxy fearful.

Killing Quesos was his moment of fame, but it was not his peak moment.

Vincenthorn had great achievements. He wandered beyond the light of the Emperor's Star Torch and wiped out the remnants of the aliens that had long been considered extinct by the Imperial Ministry of Internal Affairs.

He also used the Daemon Prince to destroy a fallen Emperor Titan.

Used demons many times to fight other demons.

Stopped a heretic plot to destroy a sector.

Expelled the heretics lurking in the human world.

Of course, behind these glory, there is a sad price.

His former friends, disciples, and lovers all died in the battle against the devil.

He was the only one left to survive in this world.

Vincenthorn remembers the death of every companion.

His brain has been modified to remember everything, ensuring that no details will be lost when fighting heretics.

This ability is a kind of torture for the old inquisitor.

The death of his companions is like being engraved in the minds of those inquisitors, which can never be erased by time. They will always accompany him and torture him until the day of death.

Vincenthorn was troubled by the same problem, and the priests of the Mechanicus once offered to delete his memory.

But he couldn't bear to let the only traces of his companions left in this world disappear, and he could only live in pain.

The life-extending surgery performed more than a hundred years ago is still working, and Vincenthorn can still live for decades.

Of course, in these decades, he was destined to be surrounded by loneliness, chewing up the grief caused by the death of those he cared about every day.

He tried to continue to fight against the heretics and demons who were destroying the empire, letting them know that Inquisitor Eisenhorn's anger had not yet been extinguished.

It's a pity that while he still has life span, his body functions can no longer support his terrible adventures.

The artificial devices implanted in his body tortured him, and any high-intensity movement would cause him to feel heartbreaking pain.

Eisenhorn did not expect that he would be summoned by the Imperial Regent.

Having fought against aliens and demons for many years, he clearly knew how powerful a Primarch was.

There are countless terrifying and unimaginable aliens in the galaxy.

They are powerful, strange, and possess unimaginable power.

Every time the Inquisitor removes one, he will pay a heavy price.

But the Primarchs wiped out those monsters and established an empire that continues to this day on the remains of the aliens.

Eisenhorn walked down the wide marble corridor led by several imperial attendants.

Hanging in these corridors are many memorable portraits of inquisitors who sacrificed their lives to safeguard the empire and protect humanity.

They fulfilled their oath and deserve to be remembered.

Eisenhorn didn't know if he was qualified to be hung on this corridor, maybe not.

In his long career as a judge, he has committed as many sins as he has merit.

Using the power of demons is a stain he can never wash away, and he has repeatedly attacked other teams of inquisitors in order to get out of trouble quickly and solve the trouble at hand.

Walking through the long corridor is a majestic judgment hall.

Glory Guards wearing Terminator armor stood on both sides, looking at Vincenthorn as he walked into the hall.

"Those bolters only need one shot, and I will probably be broken into pieces." Vincenthorn said in his heart when he saw the bolters in their hands.

The Space Marine's bolter caliber is more terrifying than that used by the Inquisitors and Battle Sisters.

During his previous missions, he had seen these emperor angels take action many times.

When these armored warriors are thrown into the battlefield, everyone who opposes them should rightfully fear them.

Space Marines are true war machines, and nothing can withstand their power.

Several servo skulls were suspended in the air, and the scanner released scarlet light, scanning Vincenthorn.

After confirming that there was no problem, the servo skull took off and continued to hover around the hall.

Entering the hall, Vincenthorn saw Covenant at first sight, standing respectfully aside.

I have never seen a judge so honest and polite.

Inquisitors without superiors often don't even take the Imperial Senate seriously.

A giant in blue armor sat on a huge chair, flipping through many documents classified as high-level secrets.

His face was perfect and solemn, and just sitting there, he exuded an irresistible charm.

"My lord, he has arrived." Covenant said.

Guilliman turned around and looked at the white-haired Vincenthorn. The long-term battle had caused the inquisitor to lose many flesh and blood limbs, and he was forced to replace them with mechanical prostheses.

"You should go out first. I have some questions that I need to ask him alone." Guilliman said.

Shengyi nodded, performed the eagle salute, and walked out.

The hall was cleared, leaving only Vincenthorn and Guilliman.

"Master Primarch, what do you want to ask?" Vincenthorn's tone was filled with humility.

In front of him were not the trash from the Senate, but a primarch who once lived in the age of myth.

Any disrespect is foolish.

"You once summoned demons and drove them. I saw several accusations against you in the data files. You even fought side by side with a demon many times."

"Yes, sir. At that time, I had no choice but to..."

Before Vincenthorn could finish his explanation, he was interrupted by Guilliman.

"You don't need to explain, I understand."

Vincenthorn became nervous. He didn't know whether this great man intended to punish him for his rebellion.

Even now, the Inquisition has found him innocent and asked him to teach new blood in the Inquisitor Academy, but Vincenthorn understands that a Primarch can easily overturn all this.

"Any means to fight against those terrible things for human beings is worthy of forgiveness. Only the most despicable, shameless, and bottomless people can win the final victory."

Guilliman's words stunned Vincenthorn for a moment, and he realized that the other party was not here to punish him.

"Sir." Vincenthorn didn't know what to say.

"Vinsenhorn, are you loyal to the Empire??"

Guilliman changed the subject and asked with a somewhat solemn tone.

"My lord, I am extremely loyal to the empire."

"Then do you love mankind and are willing to sacrifice everything for the survival of mankind??"

"Sir, I have served for hundreds of years and fought countless demons. My friends, disciples, and even my lover all died in those frightening battles. I have sacrificed everything for mankind."

"Very well, Vincenthorn, are you willing to bear the burden for the empire and humanity again? Once again, endure the accusations of those ignorant people, and move forward in the darkness until the dawn of time, until humanity is redeemed."

Guilliman's eyes were fixed on Vincenthorn, and his tone was unprecedentedly solemn, letting Vincenthorn understand that this was no joke.

"Sir, I am willing."

Eisenhorn answered quickly, without giving himself time to think.

Living alone and breathing your last breath in a hospital bed should not be the fate of the Inquisitor.

It is the Inquisitor's fate to die on the battlefield against the enemies of mankind.

"Can you swear? You will walk in the darkness and abide by your original intention of protecting mankind. Unless the dawn era comes, you will never reveal what you have done. No matter you are criticized or faced with a death crisis, you will never do it.

Questioning what you are doing.”

Vincenthorn raised his hand, "I swear, before the dawn of the empire comes, I will abide by my oath and never reveal or question what I have done."

"I hope you can fulfill the oath you swore, Vincenthorn. I need you to do something for me. This thing doesn't seem glorious. It seems rebellious, but it is a very important thing."

"What is it, my lord?" Vincenthorn asked.
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