Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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Still alive? How is that possible?

But reality is staring him in the face; even if it's impossible, Karasto must choose to believe.

The demon turned around, glaring at the mortal who had just ambushed it, and roared in fury. It abhorred such acts of ambush, and would show no mercy to anyone who had done so.

The next moment, the demon casually picked up a dagger from nearby and tossed it to Karasto.

Karasto stared at the demon in disbelief, his mind momentarily blank. But he quickly realized that this demon... wanted to fight him one-on-one.

What the heck? I'm fighting a demon in melee? Seriously?

A wry smile appeared on Karasto's face, but he forced himself to stand up. Only then did he realize that the demon had thrown him to a spot not far from the hangar door. If he turned and left now, the demon would be powerless against him, and if he dared to go outside, he would likely be met with a bomb from an angel.

but........

He listened to the intense gunfire outside the door, the roars of the angels and the howls of the enemy. He remained silent for a moment, then picked up the dagger that had been thrown to him.

His task was simple: he didn't need to win, he just needed to press the button.

"Come on, you bastard."

The mortal looked at the demon who had already grasped the giant sword and spat out a curse.

"For the God Emperor!"

Chapter 81 Khorne: Let's Draw! (4000)

Humans are capable of fear, especially when faced with creatures that are unknown, dangerous, and indescribable to them.

Never before in his life had Karasto had such a moment to understand this principle so intuitively.

The red demon glared at him menacingly, its grotesque head spewing sparks with every breath it took. The stench of sulfur permeated the air, enough to make even a mortal without an air filter struggle to breathe, or even suffocate on the spot.

Karasto tried to slow his breathing, hoping to reduce the scent's effect on his body. His body trembled uncontrollably; reason and instinct both urged him to run towards the door behind him. The courage he had shown just a moment ago vanished, replaced by fear that once again took over.

Ah, I was so foolish. I'm just a mortal, and a lowly slave at that, not a warrior, much less an angel. How could I possibly face such a being...?

I should turn around and leave, leave this place, and explain the situation to the angels who are fighting. They should understand, understand that such an enemy is not one I can fight...

Karasto's mind began to race with all sorts of thoughts. At the same time, he suddenly felt a slight headache, followed by some indistinct murmurs.

Anxiety surged to his senses, and at that moment, Karasto suddenly felt the murmurs in his ears become clearer, allowing him to hear a few words.

Weak.

coward.

fighting.

blood.

kill.

kill.

杀…

kill!

Karasto's vision blurred for a moment, and he reached out in a daze, touching his nose.

He had a nosebleed, and a lot of it.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!"

The demon began its charge, the powerful muscles on its reverse-jointed legs working rapidly. It became like a knight on a warhorse, raising its lance on a vast, flat plain, aiming at its target, and then launching a full-speed charge.

Karasto stood rooted to the spot, his eyes glazed over as the demon charged toward him. He seemed frozen in terror until the demon's greatsword was only an arm's length away from his neck. Then, he snapped out of it, ducked, and rolled away, creating some distance between himself and the demon.

The demon's greatsword missed its target, leaving it momentarily stunned, seemingly completely unprepared for such a situation.

Karasto was in a disheveled state. He scrambled to his feet, his face still showing lingering fear. He had no idea what had just happened to him, or why he had stood there unconscious.

But at this moment, looking at the demon who had switched places with him and was now standing in front of the hangar door, Karasto knew he had no other choice. So he turned around, faced the red button, and started running without hesitation.

"coward!"

Damn it, why can I understand what it's saying? It's disgusting...

Karasto ignored the demon's roar behind him and just kept running. He covered the short distance of a few dozen meters in less than ten seconds. Just as he raised his hand to press the button, his "intuition" suddenly kicked in, reminding him that he should roll over now.

Karasto hesitated for a moment, looking at the button so close at hand, but ultimately chose to crouch down as before, then roll sharply to the other side.

Swish!

The sword wind surged, and the demon let out an angry roar. It glared fiercely at the mortal who had once again dodged it, feeling the repulsive aura emanating from the other. From its mouth, filled with sharp teeth, came words brimming with resentment.

"Wizard! Psychic! Die!"

Karasto couldn't understand the other person's logic. He kept his eyes fixed on the red button, and then a crazy and audacious plan emerged in the mind of this mortal.

The next moment, he spat fiercely at the demon, just like he had done at the beginning.

"Go to hell! You ugly thing! Come on!"

Just as he wished, the demon charged at him.

Karasto gripped the dagger the demon had initially thrown at him, his heart filled with tension and fear. But this time, he didn't choose to run away; instead, he roared and charged forward, dagger in hand.

Left side? Right side?

Go up, or...?

No! It's below!

Intuition kicked in once again, and Karasto gritted his teeth, shifting his body away from the sword wielded by the demon.

Unfortunately, despite his best efforts, he was still struck on the left shoulder by the greatsword. The sharp blade easily tore a large chunk of flesh away, and the flames burning on the blade caused the wound to burn instantly, making the mortal scream in agony.

The demon laughed maniacally, already envisioning its future where it would cut off this mortal's head and keep it as part of its collection.

This mortal dared to charge at me at the very end. Although he was a despicable wizard, his courage was quite remarkable, and I could barely muster any respect for him...

Let's use his skull as an ornament to wear around our waist for the next hundred years. Yes, that's it. The old head has been used for too long; it's time to replace it with a new one...

puff.

The blade slid and pierced his heart.

The demon lowered its head in disbelief, looking into the mortal's now bloodshot eyes, and suddenly felt the power emanating from the dagger that had pierced its heart.

This power was so familiar that the demon almost thought it was its own.

Its body began to disintegrate, the physical shell constructed from subspace energy turning into burning charcoal. It raised its head and let out a roar of resentment, which seemed to contain a questioning incomprehension.

But even after it completely vanished, the demon received no answer. It watched helplessly as its body was destroyed by the dagger that should never have made it disappear, and as the mortal collapsed powerlessly to the ground, his body intertwined with faint, almost imperceptible, red energy.

Karasto took a deep breath, feeling a terrible pain in his lungs.

His left arm was completely ruined; it seemed that the demon's blade had cut away more than just flesh and blood, and had also damaged part of the internal bones.

Fortunately, the flame on the blade helped him stop the bleeding. Although he felt excruciating pain at first, it has now subsided, preventing him from dying from massive bleeding.

The only problem is...

Karasto felt the whispers echoing in his ears grow clearer, even tempting him to say something.

But for Karasto at this moment, the voice was too loud. Although the words did have some allure, however…

He struggled to his feet, walked step by step to the button, and pressed it down hard.

The sound of gears filled the air as the hangar doors began to slowly open. Karasto leaned against the wall, slumped down, and then let out a long sigh.

My task is complete...

As he thought this, his consciousness faded into darkness.

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Asford, panting heavily, tore another enemy apart in front of him.

His companions' roars within the channel grew increasingly faint, and he vaguely heard them telling him that the hatch had opened and reinforcements from Lord Lynch would be arriving soon.

Lord Lynch........

Yes, Lord Lynch.

His aching muscles regained their strength, and Asford flung his hands away, the flesh and blood from his lightning claws slid to the ground. Around him now lay the corpses of several traitors, Astartes, and without exception, none of them were intact; each was brutally mutilated, torn apart alive.

How many enemies have I killed already?

One, two, three?

"I am the eighth."

Once again, another traitor, Astartes, appeared. Every time Asford killed one, another would always spawn from around the corner of the corridor. They kept coming, just like the vampires, as if they could never be killed off.

This time, the traitor Astartes was wielding a chainsaw sword. He activated it, and the roar of the chainsaw echoed through the corridor. The next moment, he charged towards Asford, following the tide of vampires.

Asford took a deep breath, mustered his strength, and swung his lightning claws to meet the attack.

God Emperor.

He silently recited his own words, and at the same time, he seized the opportunity, raised his left hand to block the attack of the chainsaw sword, and his other hand broke through the air, turning into a blur, and rushed towards the traitor's heart.

The father of genetics.

The traitor sensed Asford's intention. He yanked the chainsaw sword from his hand, a faint crimson light gleaming on his chained arm. Then, with a roar, he spun around, changing the direction of the chainsaw sword to block the deadly claw attack.

Bless me.

Asford successfully spotted an opening, but it also seemed like a trap. However, he couldn't care less at that moment. He seized the opportunity and swung his lightning claw, striking the traitor's unarmed hand. The traitor's chained arm was severed from his body, and thick, boiling blood gushed from the wound, splattering all over Asford.

His power armor was instantly soaked in blood. For some reason, the Star Claw warrior suddenly felt his vision turn blood red, which briefly caused him to lose his sight. This gave the traitor an opportunity to swing his chainsaw sword and slash hard at his chest.

"brother!"

Aberdo roared as he swung his Thunderhammer, smashing the vampire before him into a bloody pulp. Then, wielding his Storm Shield, he charged forward like a chariot.

However, just as he was about to approach Asford, two more traitorous Astartes rushed out from around the corner of the corridor. They were armed and, together with the surrounding vampires, blocked his way and engaged him in a fierce battle.

The remaining comrades rushed forward without hesitation upon seeing this. The hatch was already open, and there was no longer any need for them to continue blocking the enemy. Their mission had now become to rescue their comrades who were in danger.

But as they charged, a dozen traitors and dozens of vampires suddenly appeared around the corner of the corridor. Without a doubt, they were the last remaining forces of chaos here.

But it was these same people who stopped the squad members, forcing them to watch helplessly as Asford, who was kneeling on the ground injured, was grabbed by the neck by his opponent, who then used a chainsaw sword to relentlessly press against his neck.