Chapter 587 Who am I for?

"Father Hus, I didn't realize you were here."

Eisenstein looked at the priest and said, he was wearing a red robe with a snow-white ceremonial robe on top, a tall hat on his head, and a human skull hanging on his chest, which was hung with a wax seal.

A prayer scroll, the skull symbolizes human purity.

Hus walked out from behind the statue, holding a lit candle in his hand. The dancing flame illuminated half of his old face. He did not undergo any mechanical transformation or life-extending surgery, showing a true

The human side.

Hus came to the throne. He looked up at the statue of the emperor and recited a hymn in a low voice with his eyes closed. Then he placed the candle in his hand on the marble platform in front of the throne. It was already filled with many long-lasting candles.

Burning, shining the flame on the throne, the majestic emperor's body flickered under the starlight and the illumination of many candles.

"The dawn is about to rise. The Emperor will be here to welcome the dawn, and I am here to witness that moment with him." Hus said, taking out a blessing scroll from his wide sleeves, which came from a

A sailor in the navy, an unknown sailor, but his blessing was sent here by Hus and enshrined at the feet of the emperor.

Hus put the scroll under the candle, and the fire light danced, making the edges of the red wax mark reflect the ruddy light. He began to clean up the burned candles on the table, shoveling away their wax residues, and the milky white

The dust was swept off the throne's countertop, leaving new space.

"Do you need me to light a candle for you?" Hus said, taking down a few candles from the table on one side and inserting them into a candlestick. "Yes, light it, but it's just that far away

Not nearly enough.”

"Too many brothers have gone to the throne. I only hope that the light of those few candles can guide them in front of the throne." Eisenstein stood up and sat in the first row of the bench. He sat down.

, holding his hands in front of him and lowering his head, he recited the song in a low voice.

As he spoke, Huss took out a match. When he scratched the edge of the matchbox, the sparks jumped and the flames burned. He blocked the flames with his hands and lit the candles one by one. Then he placed them on the throne table and joined countless others.

The candles burned together at the feet of the God-Emperor.

"What is your responsibility?" Hus said, stroking the prayer scrolls in front of him with his fingers. He reposted the fallen ones on the throne and recited the prayers written on them. His voice was very soft, but it was majestic.

The lord of mankind seemed to be looking at him, and a starlight fell on him.

"Why fight to the death?"

In the dark church, the flame of the candle danced, and its embers flew upward with the light toward the Emperor's face, lighting up the eyes of the Lord of Mankind.

"Who are you?" Hus said, his voice swaying with the firelight. The light shone on the face of the statue, making the golden eyes seem to come alive.

"What does the Emperor mean?"

"We will fight to the death."

Eisenstein looked up at the statue of the emperor, Hus's words echoed in his ears, as if he, the man sitting on the throne, was speaking, "What is your responsibility?"

"Then why are you in pain?" Hus said, taking out a bottle decorated with skulls from his cuffs. Holy water gushes out of the skull's eyes, as if crying, and those tears spilled on the table.

Hus ignored him and continued what he was doing. He wiped the candlestick with a rag, and the holy water fell from the table. Where it passed, the mithril melted into the marble and shimmered under the candlelight.

Like the light of new life.

Legend has it that whenever a loyalist dies, the Emperor sitting on the throne will shed a tear. I think that for those warriors of the Imperial Fists, these may be their tears.

"What does the Emperor mean?"

Hus turned around under the starlight. He held a candle in his hand. It was not lit. He stood in front of the golden throne. "This is what the Emperor wishes, Eisenstein Batalov, what is yours."

What is your wish?”

Hus handed the candle to Eisenstein, who took it and walked to the emperor's throne. He held the burning candle in his hands and placed it among the many burning candles.

"This is our heavenly responsibility."

Hus sprinkled water containing mithril on the candlestick, and the water ran between the candles and was lit by the fire at their ends. The mithril in them shone with light. They flowed down from the candlestick and from Hus' feet.

It flows by like drops of tears.

"For I am his weapon, and I will wield it wherever he wishes."

Eisenstein stood up and walked slowly in front of Hus. Under the emperor's gaze, he stepped from the shadows into the starlight. Standing under the starlight projected by the emperor, he said, "The soul returns to the throne."

"

"When you die in battle."

"When will you die in battle?"

"Why fight to the death?"

He looked at the candle, and then rubbed the flame on his armband. The fire suddenly appeared and it burned. Eisenstein used it to light the candle in Hus's hand.

"They are all my brothers."

"When I answer the call, it means that I have to leave behind another group of brothers. No matter what I choose, I am destined to abandon the brothers on one side." Eisenstein said sadly. He raised his head and looked up at the bright starlight.

The emperor's face is so perfect. Legend has it that the emperor's appearance will appear in the most perfect appearance in the mind of the beholder.

"Eisenstein Batalov."

The emperor on the throne was still looking into the distance, his eyes looking up at the stars above his head. The starlight shone on him. The majestic body of the Lord of Mankind was sitting on the throne. Eisenstein looked up at that, waiting for his words, but that

He opened his mouth but never moved, as if he had never heard his own words.

"Everything goes as the Emperor wishes."

Eisenstein was stunned for a moment, he was surprised that Hus could actually see his emotions, "Yes, my brothers are calling me, my battle group, my blood brothers are suffering, they are calling me to return

.”

"When will the soul return to the throne?"

Eisenstein looked up at the emperor's face, his eyes always looking into the distance, as if he never knew what was happening below him, "How would the emperor want me to choose? How should I choose so that he can fulfill his wishes?"

"With my brothers, under the watchful eyes of Dorne and the Emperor."

"Who is Eisenstein Batalov?"

Huss presented the candle, and under the starlight, handed the unlit candle to Eisenstein. There was a match in the other hand, which lay quietly in Huss's hand until Eisenstein took it.

passed.

They are mixed with mithril powder. People in the empire believe that they are gifts from the emperor, which can eliminate curses and fight against evil spirits in the subspace. But don't believe those little dusts. Gray Knights are generally equipped with mithril.

weapons.

"This is our heavenly responsibility."

"You are grieving, but not for your brothers." Hus said, sweeping the ashes off the candlestick with a short broom, and the snow-white marble reappeared in the firelight. "You are grieving for your choice, for

That painful choice you must make."

"We will fight to the death."

"Why ask what the Emperor wishes?"

Eisenstein looked at Hus standing in the starlight, raised his head, and looked up at the emperor's face, that flawless face, "It happened as the emperor intended."

"Imperial Fists, Sons of Dorne."

"Farewell brothers, may the candlelight and the Emperor's eyes guide you to find the way to the throne." Eisenstein buried his head and whispered, reciting these eulogies of praise in his mouth, the Emperor

Sitting on the throne, watching him silently.

"Who offered prayers for the Emperor?" Hus asked from behind. Eisenstein looked at the candle, the firelight flickering in his eyes. He stared at the flames, "Captain Eisenstein of the Imperial Fists, Luo

Gedorn and the Emperor's son."

After speaking, Eisenstein turned around and looked towards Hus. The captain of the Imperial Fists silently nodded to Hus, "I already know my choice. Farewell. I hope we can be together beside the throne."

Meet again."

After saying this, Eisenstein walked towards the grand door at the gate. Hus looked at him from behind. The candlelight shone on his robe and flickered in the eyes of the skull on his chest. In the empty eye socket, a pair of eyes.

Watching him leave.

Watching him, he gradually entered the darkness. When he was completely submerged in the night, only the statue of the emperor and Hus stood in the light, watching him.
Chapter completed!