Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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Upon hearing this name, Yano fell into complete silence. He remained motionless for a while, as if he were dead, before slowly raising his head. In his eyes, a killing intent beyond the reach of ordinary people burst forth.

"How dare you? Who gave you the audacity? How dare you use this name!"

The voice was shrill and piercing, and the anger and hatred within it were almost tangible.

Bell shook his head dismissively, and just then, he heard a familiar sound of footsteps.

Of course, this sound of footsteps was not only very familiar to Bell, but also to Jano.

Yano blinked, a sense of disbelief rising in her mind.

It was at this moment that he thought of the rumors that had recently surfaced within the legion.

But how could that rumor be true? If he really came back, why doesn't he return to them? Why doesn't he go and be with them?

They are clearly his true offspring, so why is this happening? They were the ones who arrived first...

The prison doors opened, and the giant, bathed in white light, walked in. His face was so unfamiliar, but the genetic seed and the vibrations in his soul told the other two present what the soul within this body truly was.

This was not a trap set by a false emperor, nor was it the product of an experiment by the madman who was the emperor's son. It was a real soul that should have been completely annihilated from this world.

A miracle occurred, pulling the soul from oblivion and bringing it back into the world.

"Father."

Bell breathed a sigh of relief, looked at "Lynch," and lowered his head.

"Bell, you can go out now. I need to have a good talk with him."

"Lynch" said, and Bell nodded, but before leaving, he gave Yano a pitiful look.

Arno was provoked by that look. He understood why the other party had always had that strange expression despite all the things he had said, and why he had asked him the name of his ship.

Are he, and those warriors, his new offspring in this era?

People who will replace us from the past?

Absurdity filled the mind of this ancient, chaotic soldier, and his remaining soul silently shattered, turning into cold, lifeless fragments.

Inside the interrogation room, the father and son, who had met again after thousands of years, were speechless. For a moment, the atmosphere became heavy and awkward.

In the end, it was the father who spoke up and broke the awkward silence.

"Don't you have anything to say to me? Yano Ecuador, captain of the fifth assault squad, sergeant. You are the third batch of boys I personally recruited in Cosonia. I have a deep impression of you."

Lynch's voice was gentle, without reproach, but also without any other emotion.

At this moment, Yano understood what the person in front of him really thought of him.

What should I think?

Lucky or unlucky?

But no matter how I think about it, all I can do now is face it all.

Yano slowly raised his head, looked at the giant in front of him, and a hideous smile slowly appeared on his face.

"Father...you're not dead..."

Chapter 166 Iskandar Kayan

Deep within the vortex, Galmek

Iskandar Kayan wore black power armor and held his battle axe named Saen.

He was surrounded by several warriors whose power armor was similar to his, but unlike him, these warriors looked incredibly stiff, not like living people, but more like a group of puppets.

Before Kayan stood several Word Bearer wizards and the Defiant Dreadnought, its exterior grotesquely distorted by years of Chaos corruption. Buried within the Dreadnought was a Word Bearer veteran, the leader of the Word Bearer warband on Galmek.

None of the people present spoke. Kayan even leisurely summoned a small booklet using his psionic energy. Inside the booklet were strangely shaped cards, each depicting a different image: a demon wielding a burning greatsword with a ferocious face, or a pink or blue soft-bodied creature with a twisted body.

A Word Bearer wizard noticed this and silently moved a few steps to Kayan's side.

"I heard you have a really nice card, may I take a look?"

"Oh?"

Kayan looked surprised, clearly not expecting to meet a like-minded person here.

"Hehe, I think you're referring to this [Ragged Knight]."

“Yes, yes, yes.” The Word Bearer wizard’s eyes lit up. “It is said that this demon was born in the 1K era during the Bezier massacre in Terra. After a long period of time, it is now definitely one of the best among demons of the same level. It is extremely rare to find on the market.”

"Haha, you flatter me. Alright, I've shown you mine, now it's your turn to show me yours."

"Ah...we're in a meeting now..."

"So what? Hurry up and take it out for a look. Don't say I'm not giving you face, I don't usually show this [Ragged Knight] to anyone else."

"Alright then... Look at this card, [Great Western King], it's the same type of demon as the one in your card..."

"Cough cough."

The Defiant One coughed deeply, interrupting the two who were talking.

The Word Bearer wizard immediately returned to his original position, but he still gestured to Kayan, indicating that the two of them would continue their conversation after the meeting.

The Defiant's massive size stood out so prominently in the conference room, and the dim candlelight, along with the blasphemous runes and menacing barbs on its body, created a strong sense of oppression.

“Kayan of the Black Legion,” Fearless spoke, his voice deep and resonant, like thunder. “I expect you to provide a proper explanation for the disappearance of the men you sent out. You must understand that those men were elites. Even if their numbers were small, such a loss is a significant blow to both us Whisperers and your Black Legion.”

"There's no such thing as a guaranteed victory in war," Iskandar Kayan replied coldly. "I opposed this plan from the very beginning. We could have easily defeated those aliens by simply advancing our lines steadily. It was you who insisted on sending people to carry out decapitation strikes. Now that problems have arisen, you're blaming me?"

Upon hearing the words of the Black Legion's wizard, the Word Bearers fell silent. Clearly, they knew that their operation had failed, and blaming the other side was a mistake.

Especially now, they still need the other party's help to set up the ritual in order to complete the large-scale invasion around the Great Vortex and achieve the ultimate sacrifice to the four Chaos Gods.

Fearless thoughts surged within him. Now, the sacrificial ritual had reached its final stage. Once the ritual was completely completed, he could use the nature of the vortex to utterly tear reality apart, summoning the army of chaos to descend upon reality and bringing destruction and death to the surrounding world.

At that time, he will receive the final blessing and become the Demon Prince, the true master of the chaotic forces.

Thinking of this, Wuwei even felt his long-rotten heart begin to beat again.

However, it was precisely because this idea was so provocative that he sent people to carry out the beheading, with the aim of defeating the orcs as soon as possible to prevent those madmen from damaging the ritual site.

Perhaps sensing Wuwei's thoughts, Kayan sighed and said helplessly.

“As I said, as long as the Galmec, as the central node, still exists, the ritual will proceed smoothly. Your worries are completely unnecessary.”

"What about those external nodes...?"

“They were originally intended as insurance; with them, the ritual can be started faster, but the ritual can still be started without them.”

Kayan was utterly helpless. He didn't know how much technical jargon the Dauntless, whose brain had been tainted by chaos for years, could understand, but since the other party was a client, and someone Abaddon had specifically requested him to help and win over, he patiently explained it to them.

"The structure of the Great Vortex is different from other planets. It is extremely close to the interior of the warp, and chaotic and disordered warp storms are everywhere. Performing rituals here is naturally much easier compared to other planets. If we didn't have to summon an army large enough to sweep across the star sector this time, this ritual could have been completed last month."

Wuwei looked at Kayan for a long time, then nodded.

Kayan breathed a sigh of relief; he didn't find the ritual troublesome. The Thirteenth Dark Crusade was imminent, and for the sake of his and Abaddon's great cause, a little trouble now was better than any problems later.

"Regarding the fleet losing contact, I believe that orc wiped them out. That orc's rise to power was so rapid and unpredictable; it's understandable that he possesses some tricks up his sleeve. But don't worry, I'll find a way to deal with it later..."

Before Kayan could finish speaking, a Star Speaker suddenly pushed open the door and barged into the conference room.

The Star Speaker's distorted brain was covered with dense, fleshy tumors, making him appear utterly repulsive. He bowed to the people in the conference room, then took out a knife and slashed his mouthless face.

Blood trickled out, and the people present were completely unresponsive to this gruesome scene, simply waiting for the Star Speaker to report the news.

"My lords."

Two tongues moved nimbly from the cut.

"Reports from the front lines say that the orc troops have suddenly collapsed, and based on their assessment, the orc warlord should be dead."

"what?!"

Fearless stared in disbelief at the Star Speaker, while Kayan beside him frowned, clearly deep in thought.

"How is this possible? Could the fleet losing contact be due to something else, not a failed decapitation strike...?"

"Do not."

Kayan suddenly spoke, interrupting Fearless's words.

"The fleet losing contact is another issue, but the decapitation mission was also unsuccessful, or rather, the decapitation was carried out by someone else."

"You mean to say......."

“Yes.” Kayan nodded, his expression turning grim. “The False Emperor’s lackeys… have already noticed us.”

Chapter 167 Red Angel Angron

"Lynch," or rather Horus, looked at his former offspring, at the other's face that was on the verge of collapse, and fell into a long silence.

But in the end, he still spoke up.

“I am indeed dead,” Horus said calmly. “I died the moment Abaddon carried me into the temple.”

"Now..."

Arno looked at Horus and hesitated before speaking.

"Who knows?"

Horus shrugged, his tone tinged with weariness and helplessness.

"Perhaps it's just a dream, a dream that makes me make amends for past mistakes. Sometimes I can't even tell what's going on. But to be honest, after meeting you all, I knew that no matter if it's a dream or not, I have to do something."

Horus's expression calmed, his throat bobbed, and then he uttered a sentence in an extremely flat tone.

"I will drive all chaos out of this galaxy and out of the fate of mankind."

Horus spoke so softly that it seemed as if he were talking about something trivial.

But for those who hear this and understand its meaning, it's no different from a thunderclap.

Arno stared blankly at Horus. In that instant, he seemed to see the spirited wolf god from ten thousand years ago, who led him and his brothers in battle for humanity atop the Soul of Vengeance.

However, today, the Wolf God has become a soul possessing an unknown Astartes, and he himself has become the Astartes' prisoner, no longer the glorious warrior and proud offspring of the past.

Yano slowly smiled, his face filled with a smile, a bitter smile, an indescribable smile, but one that was enough to make anyone feel the sorrow within it.

“That’s impossible, Father.”