Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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“Killing you will make the Blood God pay more attention to me.”

Asford wanted to say something, but he was too weak. Blood was flowing from the huge wound on his chest, ripped open by the chainsaw sword, which gradually blurred his consciousness, and the sounds around him began to fade away.

Is he going to die?

It had only been a few days since he became a member of the Honor Guard?

What a pity, he wanted to continue following that person...

No, he cannot fall down yet.

Asford abruptly opened his eyes, psychic energy gleaming within them. He exhaled a long, chilling breath through his teeth, and then the frost beneath him began to spread rapidly, instantly engulfing the entire corridor.

The traitor froze for a moment, but quickly recovered. He swung his chainsaw sword to cut off the wizard's head, but before he could fully swing it, he felt the coldness in his joints and the white frost spreading and climbing on his goggles.

Asford looked at the enemy before him, who had been turned into an ice sculpture by psychic power, and thrust his right lightning claw forward, piercing through the traitor's chest.

Both hearts were pulled out of the body together. The traitor's body twitched twice, then became still and turned into a complete corpse.

After doing all this, Asford drew his Lightning Claw. He knelt among the corpses he had killed and began to breathe heavily.

The traitors and vampires swarmed forward, raising their weapons, intending to kill the warrior while he was weakened.

But the next moment, accompanied by the sound of shrapnel guns firing in unison, they were engulfed by a barrage of bullets and turned into charred remains and corpses on the ground.

Leo arrived late with his reinforcements. He walked over solemnly, but instead of helping Asford up, he raised his gun and pointed it at the man's head.

"brother……"

He spoke, his voice heavy with emotion.

"You've run into a problem."

Asford kept his head down, unable to hear what the other person was saying.

He was surrounded by people, each wearing a helmet, but the expressions beneath the helmets were all equally somber.

They gazed at the twisted, blood-red runes that appeared on Asford's body, sensing the blasphemous aura emanating from them. No one voiced any objection, for they all knew what it represented.

Just before Leo was about to pull the trigger, a voice suddenly appeared, stopping them.

"stop!"

Lynch led his team out of the hangar and came to Asford's side.

"Bell, take him back to the battle barge and lock him up with that mortal for now."

After saying this, he looked around at everyone and took a deep breath.

"Forget about what just happened. Now, everyone, immediately go and wipe out all the enemies on the ship. I hope we can kill them all when there are three Terras."

Chapter 82 Praise to Omnesia! (4000)

Lynch boarded the Thunderhawk transport plane after being dissuaded by the pastor and the think tank.

He was well aware of these people's concerns about him. For the Astartes, the sight of a frail mortal on their battlefield was indeed very unsettling, especially since that mortal was extremely important to them, even more so than their own lives.

However, he did it anyway. On the one hand, he wanted to gain the trust of the surviving members of the Mechanicus on the ship, and aside from Father Tal's one-sided account, he did indeed need to demonstrate some "miracles".

on the other hand……

He turned around and glanced at the Terminator squad standing behind him, which resembled an iron wall.

And next to the Terminator, there were the Imperial Guards, their armor gleaming in gold.

He truly felt incredibly safe, and unless a powerful demon appeared on the ship, he really had nothing to be afraid of.

The Thunderhawks flew out of the hangar of the Holy Monarch, leaving contrails in the void before finally entering the hangar of the First Arrow through the already opened hatch.

Thunderhawk opened the hatch, and the warriors of Star Claw quickly emerged. They swiftly occupied every corner of the space and soon discovered Karasto slumped beneath the button.

"It's the survivor that Asford and his team found."

Ryan frowned as he looked at Karasto.

"This is... psionic energy? He's a potential psionicist who has just awakened his psionic talent, and..."

Belbiren saw more; a glimmer seemed to be hidden beneath his dark eyes. This allowed the Chief Think Tank to see the dimming soul light of this mortal after the flash, and also the extremely faint red glow that clung to his soul.

Chaotic pollution.

He thought to himself that something was wrong, and reached out to stop Lin Qi from walking past.

"Lord Lynch, there is something wrong with this mortal."

Bell's tone was serious, but Lynch gently shook his head and pushed away the hand that was blocking him.

“I know the specifics of his situation. Don’t forget, I am also a psionicist.”

"Then you should also know that under the current circumstances, what we should do is give him a peaceful death."

“I don’t have the habit of making heroes bleed and weep,” Lin Qi said softly. “It’s alright, leave the chaos contamination to me. Take him away first, have the pharmacist stabilize his vital signs, and isolate him in a separate ward.”

Bell fell silent, then took a deep breath and gestured to the people behind him. A pharmacist immediately stepped forward from the group, looked at the unconscious mortal on the ground, and injected him in the abdomen.

Karasto's complexion turned rosy, and his breathing became steady.

The pharmacist roughly hoisted it onto his shoulder and then carried it directly to Thunderhawk.

Having resolved the issues inside the hangar, Lynch led the main force out. However, as soon as they emerged from the hangar, he saw Leo pointing a gun at Asford, who was kneeling on the ground.

"stop!"

Just as the other person was about to pull the trigger, Lin Qi quickly stopped him. He swiftly moved to Asford's side, looking at the twisted red runes appearing on the unfortunate boy's body, and mentally started mocking the whole family of the second son.

So you're always pulling for cards, huh? Fine, I won't let you sink to the bottom of the gacha pool today, I'll just go all over the galaxy to find the coordinates.

He took a deep breath and winked at Bell behind him. The chief think tank leader was extremely frustrated, wanting to tell his superiors that this was not in accordance with the holy code.

but......

Well, the Holy Scripture isn't a high priority right now.

"Bell, take him back to the battle barge and lock him up with that mortal for now."

"I will obey your command, my lord."

Bell nodded slightly to Lynch, then stepped forward and helped Asford, who was kneeling on the ground, up. As the two passed by, Lynch stopped them briefly, walked to Asford's side, made him bend down, and then whispered in his ear.

"Do not yield to Him, I will be there soon."

Asford's eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened a crack, and a blood-red light filled the whites of his eyes, but in those pupils, clarity prevailed at this moment.

He nodded, and then Bell carried him away to the Thunderhawk.

Lin Qi breathed a sigh of relief. The immediate problem had been basically solved. The next step was to focus on the recapture of the First Arrowhead.

He glanced around at the Star Claw warriors, nodded slightly to each of them, and then gave his orders.

"Forget about what just happened. Now, everyone, immediately go and wipe out all the enemies on the ship. I hope we can kill them all when there are three Terras."

"Yes! For the God Emperor, for the Father of Genes!"

Aside from a portion of the Honor Guard clad in Hades Terminator uniforms, the remaining Astartes immediately dispersed into squads. Each squad contained at least one Hades or Unyielding Terminator, serving as an impregnable wall and a powerful offensive machine within the ship's narrow passageways.

This is a guarantee. Under Horus's persuasion, Lynch no longer resists sacrifice, but he still hopes to sacrifice as little as possible, so he tries his best to provide these children with sufficient combat protection.

"Abedo, do you remember the way to the bridge?"

"I remember, sir."

"Okay, lead the way for us."

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As the gunfire subsided, Sage Salo opened the bridge door with trepidation. Looking at the mountain of orc corpses outside and Astartes patrolling among them, finishing off the still-breathing orcs, he was filled with anxiety.

The dangers of the orcs and Chaos were averted, but in the eyes of Saro—a low-ranking sage from Un'Gorostrum—he had undoubtedly gone from the wolf's den to the tiger's den.

After all, the insignia on these Terminators proved their identity—they were from the Astartes of the Star Claws Chapter. Their Chapter Master, Rufus Huron, was never one to be trifled with; he was ambitious and would surely exploit his position to the fullest if he knew the purpose of their mission.

Damn it, at this rate, there's no way to fulfill Sage Evelyn's request...

No, after I see Huron, I must find a way to hide my true purpose... I remember that Tal is an assistant priest infiltrating the Claws of the Stars. Perhaps I can make contact with him and then find an opportunity to send a message to the Forging World.

I can only hope that during this lost time, Sage Evelyn can hold on with the rest of the group...

As the Sage Salo thought this, the remaining 43% of his body returned to a calm state. After this, he should undergo further upgrades and modifications. Excessive physical presence would affect rational thinking, especially in such a critical moment.

After dealing with the orcs outside, the Terminator team entered the bridge. One of them approached Saroo, lowered his head, and looked down at him.

“Someone wants to see you,” Astartes inside the Terminator said. “Are you going to wait for him here, or come with us to meet him?”

Astartes appears to have given Saroo a choice, but in reality, after a series of spins, the Mechascient's brain realizes that it is actually a single-choice question.

A fawning smile immediately appeared on his unmodified face, making him seem less like one of the aloof and unapproachable techies in the Mechanics Cult and more like a shrewd and sophisticated government official in the Upper Nest of the Nest City.

“Of course I will go to see Captain Huron in person; there’s no reason for him to come looking for me.”

"Huron?! I'm telling you, he..."

Astartes suddenly spoke, his tone filled with serious anger. But before he could finish, his companion behind him grabbed him, and the two exchanged a few words in the team's communication channel before turning around and walking towards the bridge.

Salo was puzzled; he didn't know why the angel had shown a momentary anger the instant he mentioned Huron. However, he still followed the departing Terminator squad, dismissing his earlier experience as a figment of his imagination.

Walking into the corridor outside the bridge, Salo saw the corpse of the dead sage. He quickly crouched down and searched through the body for a while, finally finding a chip that was somewhat damaged but generally intact.

Very good. Don't worry, Rivendare, I will carry your knowledge and continue on the path to becoming the God of Machines.

He quickened his pace and caught up with the squad once again. The squad members remained silent throughout, but Salo didn't pay much attention; after all, the Astartes, with the exception of a few, were generally taciturn.

The sound of orderly footsteps echoed in the distance, and at the same time, the steel plates on the ground began to tremble. These were all omens, indicating that the team was not far from the people they were to meet.

Sage Salo prepared his words in his mind. As the group stopped, he put on a smile, ready to have a good chat with Rufus Huron, the tyrant of Badab.

"Bowing to Lord Lynch!"

"loyalty!"

Sage Salo stopped in his tracks, somewhat taken aback, wondering if he had misheard the address.

The squad dispersed, revealing a somewhat thin, ordinary man with long black hair.

And behind that mortal, the one wearing golden power armor, doesn't he look just like the legendary Imperial Guard?

In a mere 0.000001 seconds, the genetically enhanced brain of the Sage Salo rapidly processed the information. He quickly grasped the situation, and with a smile still on his face, he stepped forward, intending to shake hands with the mortal.