Chapter 146 The End of the Era: Tomb of Angels

Dazzling electric sparks gushed out as the cutting gun worked. Lancelot walked through the busy servitors with a sword on his shoulder. The burly black-armored giant strode across the boarding deck of the crashed battleship. This place had been cleared. With the assistance of efficient servitors and mechanical priests, this place had been cleared and dismantled first.

Now this place exists as a transportation base. A large number of usable parts of the hull were dismantled, transported here in groups, and then transported to the Infinite Frontier hovering in the planet's orbit by heavy transport aircraft on the deck.

Automatic loaders were driving back and forth, almost all of which were controlled by the wetware of the Mechanicus. Those unmanned vehicles that were advanced by today's standards and completely incomprehensible to the locals were operating in an orderly manner.

Lancelot looked at the huge arch leading to the depths of the hull. Those unmanned transport vehicles went in and out in an orderly manner. The orderliness was amazing. There were no traffic lights and no commanders, but they worked with amazing efficiency.

A whole team of servitors walked onto the landing deck at the rear of the battleship. The soulless servitors formed a square formation like a parade and walked into the ship.

The huge team of servitors passed by Lancelot, and the Caliban Knight stopped to look at them. The servitor team stopped neatly at the end of the deck hall. A servo skull flew over from somewhere, and the small mechanical head passed by Lancelot's ear like a fired bullet.

The servo skull hovered in front of the servitor army, and a mechanical voice sounded from its loudspeaker, "Disassembly Team 1, go to the fire control deck to disassemble all available pipelines, panels and indicator components." "Receive orders."

A whole column of servitors separated, and they formed a new team and started to set off.

"Disassembly Team 3, go to the propulsion platform, dismantle the decomposition sub-thruster array, and wait for transportation." "Receive orders."

Another team of servitors left, and as the servo skulls delivered instructions one after another, the entire huge servitor army was divided into several parts and began to move forward.

Lancelot watched the servitors enter the ship. It would not take long to check, dismantle and transport the ship.

Everything here is directly under the responsibility of the Mechanicum. According to the oilers, such a sacred ancient creation of the God of All Machines cannot be touched by idle people. Only those who convert and receive the blessing of the God of All Machines and the original power can board here.

So, the Mechanicum forbade anyone to board the ship. They only brought a large number of servitors on board to start inspection, scanning and data sorting. It took a whole day to extract data from the Great Expedition era, weapon blueprints and navigation maps from the main control computer.

But fortunately, Cole directly ordered these idiots not to hang incense burners before doing anything, and then kowtow to the machine and sing poems. It would be better for him to let Ragnar go in and communicate with them about Fenris culture. After that, the work efficiency of the Mechanicum was indeed greatly improved.

But they still stubbornly refused anyone to board the ship. Of course, the Space Marines were excluded. After all, no matter how crazy they were, they dared not be crazy about the Space Marines, so Lancelot and his brothers were also on the ship.

Just as the Mechanicus firmly believed that only they could dismantle this ancient warship, the Space Marines also had a task that only they could do and that they had to do.

Lancelot strode out of the warship and walked down from the landing deck. A large number of Mechanicus's servitors, mechanical equipment and heavy equipment drove by him one by one.

He walked down from the deck, then turned straight and walked into the forest. Lancelot walked in the silent woodland, and the burly giant was like a huge beast walking through the woodland.

Soon, the roar of the machinery and the pungent smell of diesel and lubricating oil disappeared in the distance, replaced by the fresh smell of the forest, the fragrance of the soil, the birds singing on the branches, and the breeze blowing through the woods, bringing the rustling of bushes and treetops.

The sun shone down from the treetops, and the tall trees grew together. The sun was cut into countless tiny spots of light and shone on the ground, but the bright forest was also lit up by the warm light.

Lancelot stood in the woods, looking at the little bit of sunlight above his head. Knight Caliban took off his helmet and looked up at the sky. The fragments of sunlight shone on his face. The slightly pale face was illuminated by the warm sunlight, and suddenly became so friendly and sanguine.

Lancelot opened his eyes, and the blue eyes reflected the sunlight. The little bit of light turned into starlight on his pupils. Lancelot took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

This place really made him miss home. He still remembered that it was like this when he was a child, playing in the woods, swimming by the lake, skiing on the high mountains, and riding a horse across the endless grassland.

Mountains, lakes, forests and charming towns, all those memories reappeared in this forest. He didn't know if he had a chance to return to his hometown, but he thought that things and people had changed.

The moment the Space Marines joined the regiment and boarded the starship to the stars, their fate was doomed. They would not be buried in their hometown, but died on the battlefield for the Emperor among the stars.

They will never see their homeland again in their lifetime. After they leave, the companions, friends and relatives they once knew will all be gone in just a hundred years. Mortal life is short and fleeting, but the Space Marines will fight for the Emperor for hundreds of years until he summons them to the Golden Throne.

So Lancelot didn't know if he wanted to go home. Many Space Marines were like this. They didn't know how they would react when they returned to their hometown and found that everything had changed and they were standing on that land like a stranger.

So many warriors, especially veterans, were like Lancelot. They pinned everything on the Chapter. It was not without reason that the Space Marines had an indescribable sense of belonging to the Chapter. In addition to the role of gene seeds, it was more because this was their only home, the only place they could call home.

It was painful for Astartes to die far away from the Chapter, but if the place of death itself was beautiful, it might make up for this regret to a certain extent.

Lancelot continued to move forward. He walked through the woods. The tall giant passed through the beautiful forest and came to a cemetery deep in the depths. At least it was used as a cemetery.

In a clearing in the woods, there were countless tombs. They were piled up one by one with bricks and stones. Weapons were inserted on the tombs, and a helmet was buckled on top of them.

The sun shines between the tombstones, long shadows extend in the cemetery, and the silent forest surrounds them. The clear songs of the birds are like an eternal lullaby, soothing these warriors who have fallen asleep forever.

Ragnar waved a shovel to dig this new grave. The son of Fenris sweated profusely. He shoveled a lot of soil out of the pit and splashed it outside. He dug the grave of the Space Marine. All the graves here were also dug by him.

It was very tiring, but Ragnar had no complaints. Burying his brother was a great honor and privilege.

Bell knelt beside a Raven Guard warrior. He cleaned the dusty armor. The high-pressure water gun washed the surface of the armor and washed away all the stains, allowing them to be buried cleanly and decently.

Olaf stood aside with an incense burner in his hand. He recited the requiem in High Gothic. The melodious hymn seemed so sacred, pleasant and melodious under the singing of the birds.

Lancelot walked up, threw his sword and weapons and equipment on the edge of the cemetery, where the weapons and equipment of the other three were together, strode forward, grabbed a shovel and jumped into the pit.

They dug the cemetery, piled the soil on both sides bit by bit, and the sun flickered with warm light above their heads, warming the collective cemetery of the Raven Guard.

Their flags fluttered on the stone hill in the center of the cemetery. Olaf and Ragnar specially built a shed to shelter it from wind and rain, so that the flag could fly forever, forever fluttering among these warriors, which was the silent narration of their life's glory.

The sun gradually moved to the west, and they also dug the cemetery. Ragnar and Lancelot climbed out of the tomb. They helped Bell solemnly put the Raven Guard warriors into the tomb. These tall giants moved so slowly and solemnly, little by little, putting their brothers into his eternal resting place.

The Raven Guard warrior put his hands on his chest, stroking the imperial emblem on his chest, and shovels of soil began to be sprinkled into the cemetery. Ragnar and Lancelot raised their shovels to bury it bit by bit.

Bell and Olaf stood aside and bowed their heads to look at their brothers. Bell made the Sky Eagle Salute on his chest, "Rest in peace, glorious Raven Son."

"May the Emperor guide your path. Ten thousand years later, you will eventually go to the glorious hall he prepared for you, where you will gather with all your brothers." Olaf said silently. He watched the Raven Guard being covered by soil bit by bit, witnessing his brother's final destination with his own eyes.

Olaf turned around and inserted a tombstone that had been prepared long ago into the cemetery. The tombstone was the same as all the tombstones here. There was no name, no rank, only a raven and a line of inscriptions.

"The son of the Dark Raven, the proud son of the Emperor and Corax, rests here."

Ragnar inserted a chain sword behind the tombstone, and Lancelot stepped forward after Ragnar stepped back. He solemnly buckled his helmet on the hilt, and he straightened the helmet so that it could look straight ahead proudly.

Several living giants bowed their heads around the cemetery in turn. After a moment, Lancelot raised his hand again and looked at the surrounding cemetery. The entire land and dozens of brothers were buried. They will truly rest here, in this beautiful forest and paradise.

Compared to this place becoming a holy place, the locals will worship here for hundreds of generations. The priests will come here to sweep the graves, bring their young monks to worship here, sweep the fallen leaves, dust and take care of the cemetery.

People will come here to pay tribute to the angels and remember them forever. The knights will swear to become official knights here. Under the witness of the angels, they will be more determined to be loyal to the Emperor.

Hundreds of generations will continue to watch over this place, and perhaps a family with excellent bloodline and great reputation will watch over it. This must be the most glorious mission, guarding the resting place of the angels, which will be their eternal glory and eternal responsibility.

"Have all the brothers rested?" Lancelot asked softly, Bell nodded slightly and looked around the quiet cemetery, "Yes, all the brothers have rested, they will rest here, not in the dark underground."

"This is a good place, I want to die here." Ragnar said with a smile, he raised his head and looked up at the warm sun, the breeze blew across their faces, and the treetops rustled.

Olav nodded slightly, nodding to the tombstones one by one. The old wolf's eyes had more mourning than the young warriors. He knew that he might rest in peace somewhere before them.

He didn't really care where he would rest. He also believed that these warriors were the same. They fulfilled their inner desires and died gloriously for the Emperor and the Father of Genes. This was the greatest affirmation of a warrior.

But, this place is not bad. It is indeed good to sleep in a paradise with birds singing and flowers blooming.

"Where is the Inquisitor? Where did he go?" Olaf asked, and Lancelot shook his head slightly, "I don't know. He was in a bad mood after he came out. He left without saying anything."

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Vito did leave, but he didn't go far.

On the mountain far away from the cemetery, on the waist of the high mountain opposite the beautiful lake, Vito sat there. He looked at the cemetery and the resting warriors.

He said a silent farewell, holding the letter in his hand.

That letter from an old friend, a silent farewell letter.

He sat on the mountain, the breeze blowing his hair, he sat alone, maybe even in his resting state, it was like this.