Chapter 585 Tears of the Sea of ​​Stars

The shining stars shone down from between the stars, and those lights turned into a long river on an astronomical scale. Humans had already observed it in the ancient times. When the apes on the grassland first looked up, they saw the river for the first time. In the years that followed, it had many names.

The people in the East called it the Heavenly Palace, the Brahmans at the foot of the Himalayas called it the Heavenly Road, and the distant residents believed that it was the Rainbow Bridge leading to the residence of the gods, but now, humans call it the Milky Way.

It became the origin of human myths and legends, stories about stars and unknown places, and eventually the stories became legends, and the legends became myths. Many people believed that it was the temple of the gods, a place that mortals could not set foot on.

And now, a big ship sails in the Milky Way. Its huge hull is covered with colorful glazed windows, exquisite statues and magnificent buildings. If it appears in the sky above a wild world, the locals will definitely regard it as the ship of the gods, believing that it carries the gods and sails to the temple among the stars.

But this one does not belong to the gods. Eisenstein never thought of himself as a god. Mortals always called him an angel, a descendant of the Emperor, and a demigod among the stars. But he knew that he was not a god.

As far as he knew, the other brothers had nothing to do with the concept of God. Even those who were called gods by the Astartes, after a long time of contact, Eisenstein secretly thought in his heart that they were no different from real humans.

Are there really gods in this world? Perhaps only the Emperor and the demons in the warp can be called gods, but he refused to agree with the latter. He only wanted to respect the Emperor, just like most of the fighting brothers.

But sometimes, Eisenstein really hoped that there was a god, that he could walk among them and listen to their pain and sorrow. Eisenstein walked under the starry sky, and the light illuminated the corridor through the glass. Outside the window, a magnificent ship was passing through the surface of the Milky Way. Its hull passed through the starlight floating like gravel, leaving a long wake.

The light of the stars shines on it, in its body, and on the wall beside it. There are many reliefs on it, and the most eye-catching one is the emperor in the center of the wall. He is tall and majestic, with a dignified and sad face. The halo above his head is shining with golden light under the light. He looks at the distant stars as far as he can see. Wherever he looks, the star torch is shining.

His arm is carved out of the wall, reaching out to the endless Milky Way. The ships sail along the place he points to. Ten thousand years of sailing and ten thousand years of exploration have never stopped.

Beside him, Malcador holding a scepter is also there. The eternal hero Malcador wears a long robe. The starlight shines through the robe and lights up his face. He stands beside the emperor and looks up at the Milky Way with him.

On the other side, Vito holds the sword at his waist. His gorgeous battle robe is finely carved. On his chest, the symbols carved with colorful gems are arranged together, shining under the starlight.

Those are the emblems of nine chapters, from the shoulders down, they are arranged in this way: Salamanders, White Scars, Ultramarines, Raven Guard, Iron Hands, Dark Angels, Blood Angels, and of course, the emblem on Eisenstein's shoulder, the Imperial Fist.

It symbolizes Vito's identity. In the past, there were twenty emblems shining on his chest. That was a glorious era, but it has long gone, as if it disappeared in the night of the Milky Way. Now, they are surrounded on his chest, but only nine are left.

Vito wears a crown, and the golden wheat-shaped crown flashes on his head. The crown has long disappeared, just like those legions, but fortunately, the last few memories have been preserved. On the wall, he stands beside the Emperor, the Emperor's arm is on his shoulder, and the two brothers of human civilization stand together, looking at the distant stars.

On both sides of them were statues of nine Primarchs, the solemn Lion, the majestic Guilliman, the glorious and merciful Sanguinius, the mysterious Khan, the strong Leman Russ, and more.

Eisenstein stopped and stroked the arm of the statue in front of him. The three-dimensionally carved arm was branded with an iron fist, the same as the one on Eisenstein's shoulder, the fist of the Empire.

He stood there, majestically raising his head on the wall, looking at the boundless universe with his brothers and father. Eisenstein looked up at his face, the face under the bright light of the stars.

"Father." Eisenstein greeted in a low voice. Rogal Dorn on the wall did not answer him. He looked into the distance. He stood under the starlight, as if he had always been there, gazing at everything in the world under the starlight.

Eisenstein looked at him, his eyes always looking into the distance, "Father, bless your brothers, your sons, look at us, witness their sacrifice in your name, for you, for the Lord of the Earth."

Eisenstein looked up at him and said, but Dorn still looked into the distance, looking at the other side of the stars, always paying attention to there, standing by the wall with his brothers and fathers.

"Thousands of sacrifices, the blood of Dorn's sons dyed the sun of the throne red, did you see it? In his hall, did you see it?" Eisenstein said solemnly, he received the order to recall, it was a star message, transmitted here across the sea of ​​stars.

But it was not a joyful summons, not the news that one could hold a banquet and celebrate with all the battle brothers. It was a victory, but also a sad news. Even the stars would be eclipsed after hearing it. The Emperor's tears would turn into heavy rain to irrigate the land of the throne.

The Imperial Fists were on the verge of extinction. The Iron Guards of Terra paid a painful price in the third war to defend the Solar Segmentum. Dorn's mortal enemy, the sons of Perturabo, invaded the Solar Segmentum. Under the guidance of the first demon prince Be'lak, they found a secret warp channel and sneaked into the interior of the solar system.

Just like many years ago, the tide of rebellion rushed to Terra, but there was no guardian on the throne world. The Solar Fleet was summoned by Guilliman and left the throne world to join the Indomitus Crusade. The golden armored guards guarding the throne also ended the ten thousand year ban under the order of the Son of Vengeance, left the throne and stepped into the new battlefield. Only a few guards still stayed in the throne world.

There was only one force in the entire solar system. The sons of Dorne, the Iron Guards of Terra, and the Imperial Fists were determined to defend the Throne World. They drove the Phalanx and led all the brothers who stayed in the Throne World to fight a bloody battle with the traitors in the space of Jupiter.

On that day, the powerful Phalanx faced a place that was several times larger than itself. The beam shot into the deep void, and the explosion and fire lit up the entire universe. Countless tears were sprinkled into the universe, and blood and tears dyed the sun of the throne red.

In the Battle of Jupiter, with the help of the Grey Knights, they successfully repelled the invaders and defended the Throne World again, but the price was also painful.

The head of the Imperial Fists, the brother that Eisenstein knew four hundred years ago was the Imperial Gregor Desian. In the battle with Be'lak, he pierced the blasphemous Demon Prince, but he also pierced his heart with a magic blade. After exiling the Demon Prince, his soul returned to the throne.

On that day, in the morning light of the human home star system, when the sun rose again, hundreds of Imperial Fists warriors went to the throne. Their death made all their brothers proud, and the Emperor's Eye witnessed their sacrifice.

The last survivor of the Imperial Fists, the captain of the third company, Thor. Galadon took over the position of the head of the regiment. On the battle-worn mountain formation, he issued a call-back order to all the sons of Dorne and the Imperial Fists' sub-groups among the stars. The Imperial Fists, the Iron Guard of Terra will not and must not perish.

Just like the reconstruction during the Beast War many years ago, the Imperial Fists' sub-groups were summoned to return to the solar system. Eisenstein received this order. He looked up at the majestic figure of Dorne and his face. Eisenstein sighed deeply, his fingers slid down his arms, and he walked along the corridor illuminated by the starlight. At the end of it was a door, a tall wooden door, and the majestic figure of the Golden Throne was shown on the surface through the traces of carvings.

Behind the door, starlight shone in from the long observation window at the top. They fell from high above and illuminated the throne in the magnificent cathedral. The golden throne flickered under the starlight. On the throne, the colossus of the Emperor sat there, countless candles burned under his feet, and parchments filled with prayers were spread there.

Eisenstein walked in from the side door beside the throne. He walked from the bench and stood in front of the Emperor's throne. He looked up at the flawless face in the light and knelt on one knee, "God Emperor, the master of mankind, my father, guide me, tell me how I should choose?"

"Only you can decide."

A person's voice sounded from behind the throne. He walked out, holding a lit candle in his hand. The flickering flames illuminated his face and the Sky Eagle pendant on his chest.

"Father."