Warhammer 41K: Oath of Silence

You see God, but He is already covered in scars. Only the bones of the God-Emperor remain. And he has to carry this withered skeleton on his shoulders. On the golden throne, the oil is exhausted, the lamp is dry, and hope is dead. This is the truth that the Emperor's Champion must swallow alone. He was pulled out of the pile of dead by the hands of the Supreme God-Emperor far away in Terra. He was infused with will and spiritual energy. In the meat grinder battlefield of destruction and death, his mortal body was transformed from spirit to flesh, and was transformed into a real monument of war. In the witness of death and destruction, he was completely crowned as the true Emperor's Champion. The Lord of Dominance resonated 100% with the innate champion mark in his gene-seed. Everyone thought he was the chosen one. Only he knows the truth: What is faith? For the Black Templars, faith is never a silent light. Faith is the iron fist that Sigismund clenched when he took the black sword, it is the revelation of the true god that Mordred encountered at the end of the lie, and it is the weight that does not belong to this world that Edric brought back alive when the emperor dragged him from the pile of dead people into the throne room. He was seen and crushed. But he couldn't tell anyone. The champion is not the chosen one, the champion is the one who survives. He survived and watched all his brothers die for him one after another. The sore of fury, the throat of anvil, the crusade never ends, the crusade never ends. The dark road ahead for the human race can only be paved with the corpses and blood of its sworn enemies. This is the story of the Black Templars. About the tenacity of faith, about loyalty to death, about the pride of swearing, It's about a man carrying all the dead in a universe where gods are dying and ethnic groups are dying.