Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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Therefore, Hong Suo needs to organize the troops originally stationed in these places to withdraw to large strongholds and central cities protected by the Void Shield as soon as possible, which has led to him being very busy... even extremely busy.

Kayan watched the war blacksmith's figure disappear into the distance, remaining silent for a long time.

Just now, before the shadows of the warp faded, he sensed that strong yet slightly familiar psionic aura.

He recalled some recent rumors about the Black Legion, but he didn't take them to heart at the time. After all, being completely annihilated, even if the Four Gods themselves intervened, all they could do was not create a doll that resembled it.

But judging from the reaction just now, it wasn't a doll, but a real thing that actually exists in this world.

Horus.

Kayan didn't know whether it was real or fake. He wanted to tell himself that this was a conspiracy by the false emperor, and even if such a thing really existed, it would be a low-quality replica made by the same madman as that emperor's son.

However, as a psionic master who had spent many years in the warp, Kayan also told himself that the probability of his perception being wrong was infinitely close to zero.

This is also why Cayan said the reinforcements should go see Abaddon.

As the ruler of the Black Legion and the Warmaster of Chaos, Abaddon would come here no matter what if he knew about Horus.

However, there is a premise: that was Abaddon in the past.

Abaddon's recent behavior is very strange, even extremely strange.

He was no longer as domineering and powerful as before, like a sharp sword that wanted to drag the entire galaxy into a raging inferno.

He... has some dementia.

Kayan remembered that before he left, the other person pulled him aside and they reminisced about the Great Expedition.

Two hundred years, a dream of stars. The companionship of Kosonia, the best of brothers. The glory of the Shadowmoon Wolves, a lifetime of expeditions.

Kayan remained silent, unsure how Abaddon would react after he told him the news.

What if this news of yours causes the other person's condition to worsen...?

Kayan quickly shook his head, his gaze hardening.

He walked out of the conference room, found the Star Speakers, and told them the message he had sent to Abaddon.

"The support fleet suffered heavy losses in an ambush by the Tyranids. Later, it fought bravely against the puppet emperor's lackeys, but was unfortunately defeated. I am now on Galmyk and earnestly request my brother to send support immediately. -- Iskandar Kayan"

The message was sent, and Kayan let out a long sigh of relief. He chose not to tell Abaddon the truth he had discovered, even though it was for the other's own good, but he still felt a little ashamed.

I'm sorry, brother.

The Black Legion's wizard thought to himself.

I'm doing this for your own good, but don't worry, I'll help you find out the truth. Once I know what that thing is, I'll tell you everything.

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Meanwhile, in a necropolis world, the Chaos Astartes of the Black Legion are engaged in a fierce battle with the awakened Necropolis.

The Necromancers of space, the former rulers of the galaxy, fell into a deep slumber under the leadership of the Silent King after ending their wars with other races countless eons ago.

They awaited the day they would awaken and regain control of the galaxy, but what they never expected was that the enemies they faced were not only a new race that had awakened, but also something truly unstoppable that caused them heavy losses.

That's time.

The slumber had lasted so long that the maintenance mechanisms within the tombs had failed. Many dynasties thus perished unnoticed in their slumber, while others lingered on, only to reveal their utter fragility when faced with invaders.

Listen to the savage laughter of the gods!

The Black Legion's Terminators roared as they advanced, crushing space undead warriors one by one. The power of the Tomb World was almost exhausted. The lord fled in panic, but before he could take two steps, a flying bomb broke his leg, and he fell heavily to the ground.

The Terminator moved forward and surrounded the space zombie. Just as the lead warrior was about to cut off the alien's metal head, the creature suddenly stretched out a hand, unleashing a blinding pale white lightning bolt.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The Black Legion warriors screamed in agony, but their Chaos-blessed bodies and the Terminator's formidable defense prevented them from dying instantly from the attack. Suppressing the pain, the lead warrior grabbed the Space Necromancer Lord's arm and crushed it with a sudden, powerful pull.

A dazzling spark appeared, the lightning disappeared, and the lord was completely unable to resist.

With white smoke billowing from its body, the Terminator looked down at the Lord and placed one of its feet on its body.

"This tomb world belongs to us. Your resurrection device has been destroyed, and your end will come here."

"I propose a deal."

Looking at the gun barrel pointed at its head, the space necromancer glowed with green light and spoke to the invaders of its tomb using its voice-activated device.

What can a creature like you offer us?

Although it was a question, the Terminator's voice remained unwavering. Clearly, no matter what, in his heart, this alien was already doomed.

"Power... Glory... Conquest!"

The Necromancer Lord's voice grew urgent. He sensed the destruction of his resurrection device and knew that if he died this time, he would never have another chance to live. His survival instincts drove him to say these words.

The Terminator remained silent, then let out a cold laugh.

"It really is just an empty promise from the aliens."

The Terminator slammed its foot down on the space necromancer, causing fine cracks to appear on its body. For some reason, the regenerated metal lost its effectiveness at this moment, causing cables to emerge from its body, sparking a lot of electricity.

If no one stops him, this once mighty space necromantic lord, who once roamed the galaxy, will probably be crushed in the next moment.

"In fact, far away from here, in a cluster of shipwrecks, lies a sacred relic created by our ancient nemesis, the Aidalings."

The Terminator didn't speak, but continued to increase the pressure on his feet.

"That relic allowed them to travel through reality! And it created portals among the stars—their web-like paths!"

Sensing that his enemy still had no intention of letting him go, the space necromancer quickened his pace and revealed everything he knew.

"This relic will allow you to be like him!"

Upon hearing this, the Terminator withdrew the force from his feet.

"We have never uncovered the secrets of the internet."

The companion spoke, looking at his team leader.

"With it... our army can traverse the galaxy freely..."

"If you want it, it's yours!"

Realizing that the other party had shown interest, the space necromancer quickly said something.

The two Black Legion Astartes exchanged a glance, and finally, one of them suddenly raised his Stormblaster and aimed it at the Space Necromancer's head.

"We are only interested in your demise!"

"Let him speak."

A voice rang out, causing the Black Legion Terminators present to immediately halt their actions. They knelt before the source of the voice, abandoning their pride as veterans and elites, and bowing in submission to one person.

A massive figure appeared, its black power armor engraved with blasphemous symbols. Several bloodless skulls hung from the sharp corners of its backpack, and a greatsword was held in its hand, giving off an aura of power, dominance, and strength.

Within the entire Black Legion, there is only one person with such attire and who gives off such a feeling.

That is the invincible Chaos Warmaster, Ezekiel Abaddon.

"That place is in the star system you call Kruun Deep."

Without hesitation, the Space Necromancer produced a device containing a star map and handed it to the Chaos Warlord.

Abaddon examined it carefully and nodded after confirming there were no problems.

"Go to this place, find the treasure, and bring it to me."

"Yes, sir. The invincible general."

The Black Legion's terminators bowed their heads and spoke, while Abaddon, facing the Space Necromancer, didn't hesitate and crushed his body with a bomb.

"This is the only mercy."

With the dust settled, Abaddon swept past the Terminators. He led his troops away from the Eye of Terror and into this tomb world, not only to seize it but also to find information about Blackrock Fortress.

However, unexpectedly, instead of finding Blackrock Fortress, they made a surprising discovery.

Horus, are you blessing my great deeds?

Walking alone on the path, Abaddon thought.

Recently, that feeling has become increasingly intense, to the point that Abaddon sometimes experiences hallucinations. On the Spirit of Vengeance, he sometimes sees afterimages of Horus, not afterimages distorted by the four gods, but the very spirit of the Great Crusade, the true figure of the Wolf God.

But Abaddon knew he was dead. And he, as the Warmaster of Chaos, his brother, his son, was to slaughter all inferior clones that appeared. This was not only the kind of courage he should have as the leader of the Black Legion, but also a true sign of respect for him.

False Emperor, your schemes and tricks cannot affect me.

Four gods, your treachery and evil cannot control me.

I will use your power to slaughter this galaxy, and finally, achieve the great feat that he could not accomplish.

Abaddon stopped in his tracks. Not far away, a person stood waiting for him—a hunched-over mortal who looked very old. But that wasn't the strangest thing. The strangest thing was that she had two heads, one big and one small.

The large heads have no eyes or noses, while the small heads have no ears or mouths.

The mouth on the large head opened and spoke to Abaddon.

"Invincible War General, Lord Kayan has just sent you a message from the stars."

"show me."

A piece of paper made of human skin was handed to him. Abaddon looked at the distorted writing on it, tried to understand what it meant, and couldn't help but frown.

The support fleet was destroyed by the Terran Zerg? What happened?

Abaddon frowned, feeling as if he had forgotten something, but in the end, he chose to exhale a long breath, look at the mortal Star Speaker in front of him, and speak calmly and coldly.

“Send a reply to Kayan, and remember what I said.”

Both heads nodded in unison, while Abaddon suddenly fell silent and remained silent for a long time.

"grown ups........."

"Tell her that reinforcements have been sent, and that if she holds firm, there will be a way."

Hold on firmly and there will be a way.

The Star Speaker recorded the sentence, bowed to Abaddon, and then turned and left.

Abaddon stood there, looking at everything before him, and thought of what had happened ten thousand years ago.

The starry sky of Kosonia.........

He raised his head and let out a long sigh.