Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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The Manifestor's eyes widened as he watched the chainsaw blade grow larger and larger in his vision. The spinning chainsaw, with an invincible aura and a sense of oppression, tore through his power armor, ripped apart the terracotta steel and mutated flesh, and then pierced through it, completely shredding the soft internal organs inside.

His upper body was torn in two, falling heavily to the ground. The slain Word Bearer was clearly a man of status and power. After his death, the other traitors around him were intimidated. Seeing Gabriel Seth, who still had the strength to fight back, they all avoided him, choosing not to rush forward and kill this powerful warrior as proof of their own power and identity.

They all knew perfectly well that they were not qualified.

Seth finally got a chance to catch his breath. At this moment, Malakin Forros activated his jump pack and, with his honor guard, landed next to the Lord of the Flesh-Tearers.

The brothers, who shared the same father, looked at each other in silence, and then spoke at the same time.

"You felt it?"

Both of them were stunned when they heard the words coming from the other's mouth.

But in the next moment, their expressions turned serious.

If only one of them sensed something, had a strong feeling about a crisis, it might just be an illusion, a neural response under the pressure of war.

But once this phenomenon involves two people, and both of them experience the same thing, then it can explain many unusual issues.

For example, the simplest thing is that there is a very high probability that the crisis will actually happen in the future.

"We need to inform Lord Lynch."

Forros took a deep breath and said seriously.

“Something is bound to happen, and this event could very well affect our battle situation. We must inform Lord Lynch so that he can prepare in advance. The war has progressed to this point, and we have already lost countless lives. We cannot afford to lose any more.”

Seth nodded without saying a word, but simply looked up at the distant tower.

Located in the center of Hive City, the tower, with the help of Astartes' superhuman vision, allowed Seth to clearly see the blasphemous and grotesque symbols and the embedded human skulls on its surface.

That's a very crucial place.

Seth lowered his head, lost in thought.

Perhaps in that place, I can find a way to stop the enemy's schemes and eliminate the unease in my heart.

Seth took a deep breath, raised his head, and looked at his brother beside him.

“Forros,” he said softly. “Go and inform Lord Lynch that I have other matters to attend to.”

"brother........"

Forros opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

But seeing the resolute look in Seth's eyes, he immediately knew that his stubborn blood relative had already made his decision in his heart.

No one can change this decision, because it comes from the heart of a warrior, from the heart of a human being, from the heart of a brave person.

Fross sighed, reached out, took a plasma pistol from his waist, and handed it to Seth.

"Take it."

"This is........"

"This is a relic of our Lamenters Chapter. It is said to have been used by a wise warrior during the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago."

Seth hesitated because of the curse on him. For many years, the Flesh Tearer had been a notorious and unpopular figure in the Empire.

This unpopularity wasn't limited to other imperial powers; even other Holy Blood Chapters, who were also descendants of Saint Gilles, disliked them.

Until they encountered the weeping ones.

This blood relative, according to legend, was cursed by misfortune.

"Living up to the blood of Saint Gilles".

Forros looked at Seth, who hadn't moved for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and finally said softly.

“Accept him, my brother, as a blessing from me.”

“Then…” Seth took a deep breath and accepted the precious relic plasma pistol that Forros handed him. “In keeping with the blood of Saint Gilles.”

A stormbird descended from the sky, opening its hatch. The Flesh Ripper warriors gathered around Seth, and Frost gave a gesture, prompting several members of the Weeping Guard to follow and join Seth.

Saint Gilles' offspring boarded the Stormbird together, and as the hatch closed, they charged towards the tower in the city center, braving heavy anti-aircraft fire.

Forros watched them leave, then turned and boarded another Stormbird.

“Get the think tanks ready,” he said aboard the Stormbird. “We can’t leave everything to Lord Lynch; we need to be prepared ourselves.”

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"coming soon."

Horus suddenly became serious, looking at the distant city of Nest, a solemnity he had never shown before.

"What's coming?"

Lynch sensed a slight misunderstanding. The current battle situation was relatively good. Although the Imperial army had suffered heavy losses on the battlefield—tens of thousands of mortal Astral Army soldiers and thousands of Astartes had perished so far—they had successfully advanced the battle line, tilting the scales of victory in their favor.

Lin Qi was also keeping an eye on the movements in the subspace. According to his judgment, if they wanted to gather a demon army powerful enough to completely reverse the course of the war, then the current war would have to continue for another three days.

Only in this way can enough blood and sacrifices be gathered to create a strong enough emotional response, breaking the veil of reality.

But now, Horus is saying that something is coming.

"You know."

Horus looked at Lynch and sighed helplessly.

“My brother, Angron, he is coming.”

How can it be?

An incredulous expression appeared on Lynch's face. Angron, as the demon prince of Khorne, was one of the most powerful beings in the entire Chaos Realm. The price that would be paid to bring such a guy into reality would be far beyond what the current offerings, emotions, and war could pay.

"I know too."

Horus spoke slowly and quietly.

“But I felt it, believe me, it’s a brotherly feeling, and I believe it’s not just me, there are others who can feel it too.”

"Who?"

"The children of Saint Gilles, back at the Eternal Gate of Terra, Saint Gilles personally killed Angron, an event that became an echo. The enemy of the angels is the Khorne archdemon named Kabanhar, but in reality, Angron can also be considered one of their nemesis."

Lynch fell silent after hearing Horus's words.

Finally, he sighed softly, his gaze hardening.

What can we do?

“You know that,” Horus said. “Just as the best way to deal with a Titan is to use another Titan, the best way to deal with a Primarch is to use another Primarch.”

"Ok."

Lynch stood up and stretched his shoulders slightly. Since the start of this battle, he had been staying in the command camp, relaying the orders from Danteok and Horus.

But he really didn't expect that once he entered the war, he would be facing a battle where he would have to risk his life.

"My current power is not enough to match that of the true Primarch."

"I will do my best, and you will not be fighting alone."

"...I am unwilling to sacrifice any more people."

Lynch stepped out to command the camp, while outside, the Star Claws' Glory Guard was already fully prepared. They wore the finest power armor and Hades-type Terminators, and upon seeing their chapter leader, their gazes hardened as they gripped their weapons tightly.

A stormbird descended from the sky. Just as Horus had suspected, the angelic offspring, sensing something amiss, came to report the anomaly to him.

“I understand,” Lynch said, looking at Malakin Forros. “Leave it to me.”

After saying this, he looked at the crowd behind him and took a deep breath.

"set off!"

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Using the installed Void Shield, Stormbirds pierced through the dense anti-air defenses and arrived above the tower.

The hatch opened, and Seth leaped out, the flames of the jump pack carrying him gliding through the air. His keen eyesight allowed him to spot the wizard atop the tower. With a roar, he drew the plasma pistol that had been given to him and pulled the trigger.

A powerful plasma burst rushed toward the wizard, who merely glanced at it indifferently before raising his hand and unleashing his psychic power.

An invisible ripple appeared, trapping the plasma cluster in mid-air.

The wizard then waved his hand, and the plasma cluster began to dissipate automatically. The enormous energy it contained seemed to have never existed in this world, disappearing completely.

But this cannot stop Seth's progress.

The Bloodslayer was gripped tightly in both hands, then lifted above the head, and then dropped violently.

The powerful, heavy slash, combined with the impact of boarding and gravitational potential energy, could completely tear apart even an armored vehicle.

The wizard raised his hand again, seemingly intending to use the same method he used against the plasma cluster against Seth. However, he miscalculated. The ashes of the state saints, the mark of purity, and the iron halo on Seth's body all began to take effect. Together, they resisted the wizard's psychic power, allowing Seth's attack to fall normally and reach the wizard's face.

Seth's eyes gleamed with malice, thinking his attack was about to succeed.

But he miscalculated.

The wizard flicked his wrist, and the light of psionic energy surged once more. The scepter in his hand transformed into a sharp battle axe, while a surge of black mist formed the silhouette of a wolf, baring its fangs at its enemy and uttering a defiant growl.

The wizard swung his battle axe violently, clashing with the Bloodthirsty One.

Sparks flew as the powerful attack was blocked by the wizard. Seth looked at the wizard's face, took a deep breath, and uttered a name.

“Iskander Kayan,” he said coldly. “The right hand of the Great Raider, so it really is you here.”

“You know me?” Kayan’s face broke into a smile of interest. “Gabriel Seth? Lord of the Flesh-Tearers, you and your chapter have been ostracized by the Empire, so why do you still fight for the Empire…?”

"none of your business!"

Seth roared and shoved the enemy away with all his might.

"Heh." Kayan wasn't angry. He steadied himself and prevented the demon behind him from attacking. "You must have sensed something, otherwise you wouldn't have come here."

"What exactly did you do?"

Seth, seeing the smile on Cayan's face, sensed something was wrong. He urgently asked questions, trying to find out the truth behind the wizard's trick.

"Actually, it's pretty much what you think, except..."

Kayan sighed and put away his battle axe.

"You're just too late."

"You're late, what are you doing...?"