Eisenhorn is old.
The Inquisitor, who was once full of vigor and vitality and made the enemies of humanity tremble with fear, is now gray-haired and no longer looks like he used to.
Eisenhorn, a high-ranking imperial inquisitor, was once regarded as an enemy of humanity and was hunted down by the Empire with all its might.
Later, he did his best to prove his loyalty and innocence, and killed the instigator, the Inquisitor Quessos, who was believed to have been dead for many years by the Inquisition and was once feared by the entire galaxy.
Killing Quesos was his moment of fame, but not his peak moment.
Vincent Horn had achieved great things, wandering beyond the light of the Emperor's Astronomican, clearing out the remnants of xenos that had long been considered extinct by the Imperial Ministry of Internal Affairs.
He also used a Daemon Prince to destroy a fallen Emperor Titan.
Used demons to fight other demons many times.
A heretical plot to destroy a sector has been thwarted.
Drive out the heretics lurking in the human world.
Of course, behind all this glory lies a sad price.
His former friends, disciples, and lover all died in the battle against the devil.
He was the only one left, surviving in this world.
Vincent Horn remembers the death of every companion.
His brain has been modified to remember everything, ensuring that no details are lost when fighting against heretics.
This ability is a torture for the old Inquisitor.
The way his companions died seemed to be engraved in the minds of those inquisitors, and could never be erased by time. It would always accompany him and torture him until the day he died.
Vincent Horn was troubled by the same problem, and the priests of the Mechanicus once offered to erase his memory.
But he was reluctant to let the only trace of his companions left in this world disappear, so he could only live in pain.
The life-extending surgery performed more than a hundred years ago is still effective, and Vinsenhorn can still live for several decades.
Of course, he was destined to be accompanied by loneliness in these decades, chewing on the grief brought by the death of those he cared about every day.
He tried to continue fighting against the heretics and demons that were destroying the empire, letting them know that the wrath of Inquisitor Eisenhorn had not yet been extinguished.
Unfortunately, although he still lived, his body functions could no longer support his terrible adventures.
The artificial device implanted in his body tortured him, and any high-intensity movement would make him feel heart-wrenching pain.
Eisenhorn did not expect to be summoned by the Imperial Regent.
Having fought against aliens and demons for many years, he knew clearly how powerful a Primarch was.
There are countless terrifying and unimaginable aliens in the galaxy.
They are powerful, strange, and possess unimaginable powers.
Every time the Inquisitor removes one, he pays a heavy price.
However, the Primarchs wiped out those monsters and established an empire on the remains of the aliens that continues to this day.
Eisenhorn walked along the wide marble corridor, led by several imperial attendants.
Hanging in these corridors are portraits of many memorable Inquisitors who sacrificed their lives to uphold the Empire and protect humanity.
They fulfilled their vows and deserve to be remembered.
Eisenhorn didn't know if he was worthy of being hung on this corridor, maybe not.
During his long career as an inquisitor, he had as many sins as merits.
Harnessing the power of demons was a stain that he could never wash away, and he had attacked other Inquisitor teams many times in the hope that he could quickly escape and resolve the troubles at hand.
Walking through the corridor, there is a majestic judgment hall.
The Honor Guards in Terminator armor stood on both sides, examining Vincent Horn as he walked into the hall.
"Just one shot from those bolters would probably turn me into pieces." Vincent Horn said to himself when he saw the bolters in their hands.
The caliber of the Space Marines' bolters is even more terrifying than those used by the Inquisitors and Battle-Sisters.
He had seen these Emperor Angels take action many times during his previous missions.
When these armored warriors are thrown into battle, everyone who opposes them should be terrified.
The Space Marines are veritable war machines, and nothing can stand against their power.
Several servo skulls were suspended in the air, and the scanners released scarlet light, scanning Vincent Horn.
After confirming that there were no problems, the servo skull took off and continued to hover around the hall.
When he walked into the hall, Vincent Horn saw Covenant at first sight, who was standing beside him respectfully.
I have never seen an inquisitor so honest and polite.
An inquisitor without a superior is often not taken too seriously even by the Imperial Senate.
A giant in azure armor sat on a huge chair, flipping through a lot of information classified as highly confidential.
His face was perfect and solemn, and just sitting there he exuded an irresistible charm.
"My lord, he has arrived," said Covenant.
Guilliman turned around and looked at the white-haired Vincenthorn. The long battle caused the Inquisitor to lose many of his flesh and blood limbs and was forced to replace them with mechanical prostheses.
"You go out first, I have some questions I need to ask him alone." Guilliman said.
Covenant nodded, performed the Sky Eagle Salute, and walked out.
The hall was cleared, with only Vincent Horn and Guilliman remaining.
"My Lord Primarch, do you have anything you want to ask?" Vincent Horn's tone was full of humility.
In front of him were not those useless people in the Senate, but a Primarch who once lived in the mythological age.
Any disrespect is stupid.
"You have summoned demons and driven them. I have seen several accusations against you in the data files. You have even fought alongside a demon several times."
"Yes, sir. At that time, I had no choice but to do so. ..."
Before Vincenthorn could finish his explanation, he was interrupted by Guilliman.
"You don't need to explain, I understand."
Vincent Horne's mood became tense, he didn't know if this great man was going to punish him for his rebellion.
Even though the Inquisition has now declared him innocent and allowed him to teach new blood in the Inquisitor Academy, Vincent Horn understands that a Primarch can easily overturn all of this.
"In order to fight against those terrible things for humanity, any means are forgivable. Only the most despicable, the most shameless, and the most unscrupulous people can achieve the final victory."
Guilliman's words stunned Vincent Horn for a moment, and he realized that the other party was not here to punish him.
"Sir." Vincent Horn didn't know what to say.
"Vinsenhorn, are you loyal to the Empire?"
Guilliman changed the subject and asked in a serious tone.
"My Lord, I am extremely loyal to the Empire."
"Then do you love humanity and are willing to do everything for its survival?"
"My Lord, I have served for hundreds of years and fought countless demons. My friends, disciples, and even my love have died in those horrific battles. I have given everything for humanity."
"Very good, Vincent Horn, are you willing to carry the burden for the empire and humanity again? Endure the accusations of the ignorant again and move forward in the darkness until the dawn of the age, until humanity is redeemed."
Guilliman's eyes were fixed on Vincenhorn, and his tone was more serious than ever before, making Vincenhorn understand that this was no joke.
"My lord, I do."
Eisenhorn answered quickly, not giving himself time to think.
Living alone and taking his last breath on a hospital bed should not be the fate of an inquisitor.
It is the Inquisitor's fate to die on the battlefield against the enemies of humanity.
"Can you swear? You will walk in the darkness and abide by your original intention of protecting mankind. Unless the dawn comes, you will never reveal what you have done. No matter if you are accused or face the crisis of death, you will never question what you have done."
Vincent Horn raised his hand. "I swear that I will keep my oath and never reveal or question what I have done until the dawn of the Empire."
"I hope you can keep your oath, Vincent Horn. I need you to help me with something that may not seem glorious. It may seem extremely treasonous, but it is very important."
"What is it, sir?" asked Vincent Horn.