Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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Titus looked at the person apologizing to him, remained silent for a long time, and then shook his head.

“Apologizing to me won’t do any good,” he said calmly. “Once the war begins, when you’re killing those aliens and traitors, praying for the victims and apologizing to them is what really matters.”

Upon hearing Titus's words, Char straightened his back and spoke solemnly.

"Then, I will."

With their business concluded, and under Lin Qi's approving gaze, Titus turned around, faced the crowd, and recounted the intelligence he had gathered bit by bit.

Among these factors, the most crucial one is the proportion of the enemy's large war machines.

"Both orcs and traitors possess blasphemous creations comparable to knightly mechs and Titans."

Titus raised his hand and uploaded several holographic images.

"This is what we saw at the time."

Chapter 155 The Unification of the Orcs

After the pre-war meeting, the leaders of the various forces returned to their respective units.

The leaders' expressions varied, but without exception, whether they felt the current situation was thorny or exciting, they all shared a common emotion.

That is solemnity.

The intelligence that Titus provided at the meeting was extremely important, even important enough to influence the course of the war.

Without this intelligence, if one simply charged headlong into the whirlpool, even with double the current power, one would still end up with a bloody head and possibly suffer a crushing defeat.

Fortunately, they had this intelligence.

This intelligence also successfully revealed to them the main objectives and direction of the upcoming battle.

After a final day of rest, this war machine, known as the "Human Empire - Great Vortex Alliance," truly and officially roared.

On orbit, the Star Guardians boarded the transport ships in neat rows. Priests and nuns of the Church of England walked among them, reciting verses praising the Emperor.

On the surface, the Titans and Knights entered their designated cabins. These cabins would then use levitation technology to fly into the void and dock with the starships specifically designed to transport them.

In the void, battle barges and strike cruisers lined up in formation. Supporting each other, the Astartes used Thunderhawks and Stormbirds to exchange power, ensuring that if one ship encountered a problem, the others could provide immediate support.

Meanwhile, in Badab and other star systems around the world, the hive factories scattered across habitable planets are operating at full capacity 24 hours a day.

Crates of the most basic batteries, shells, and firearms were produced. The explosives, chainsaws, and grenades used by Astartes were marked with the Eagle Union symbol.

Everything began operating at overcapacity. The workers in the city started working day and night, and toxic industrial fumes turned the entire sky black.

There is only one reason, or rather, one voice, for all these things to happen.

A cold, ruthless, and resolute voice.

war.

The giant ship with its pearly white prow, leading the fleet, seemed to have been cut out of the shadows of the fleet's steel jungle. Even with combat barges of the same type beside it, it still looked so conspicuous and so resolute.

However, unlike its unique design, its decorations appear much simpler.

The ship's few decorations are imbued with its distinctly military style. Large sections of text, inscribed in life-sized characters, are carved on its broad hull: "The world reached, the enemies destroyed, the time of battle."

Besides these, the remaining two decorations illustrate the faction he belongs to—a golden double-headed eagle soars proudly at the bow, its gaze sharp. Below it, a ferocious beast bares its fangs, silently awaiting its chance to prey.

More and more ships followed, forming a spearhead fleet centered around her.

This combat barge was the Holy Sovereign, which had fought alongside Lynch in the Battle of Alpha a few years ago, battling the Orcs, Chaos, and Tau.

However, now the Star Claws prefer to call him by a new name.

Wolf Shepherd.

The bridge of the Wolfherd is a solemn place. Contrary to its simple exterior, the bridge is filled with numerous decorations and religious shrines, except for the central area. Ancient decks embrace new scriptures, and buzzing cherubs carrying incense burners fly through the air alongside servant skulls.

The bridge can accommodate over two thousand Astartes at a time. Here, chapter members can hold their final meeting before boarding, which can also be considered their last morale boost.

Lin Qi stood on the bridge, leaning against the railing, watching a little angel fly by, lost in thought.

Horus floated beside him. Now, with only a sliver of his soul remaining, he could freely travel between reality and the warp, no longer bound by any time constraints.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Looking at this little angel, I'm thinking about how to destroy the empire."

"what?"

"Hehe, just kidding, and wasn't this your choice back then?"

"..."

Horus was speechless. He wanted to curse, but his upbringing prevented him from using the most vicious dialect of Kosonia to insult his "host".

Lin Qi smiled slightly, occasionally telling a hellish joke to tease Horus, which was one of the few pleasures in his life these days.

But fun is always fleeting. What a joke! Now it's time to get down to business.

"Okay, let's get down to business."

Lynch looked at Horus and spoke in a deep voice.

What are your thoughts on the future direction of our upcoming battle?

When the topic of war came up, the former commander of the Empire immediately demonstrated his mastery of the art of war. His expression became calm, and his lips moved together as he offered his analysis of the current situation in the most concise way possible, which echoed in Lynch's ears.

"A pile of dog shit."

"...Be more civilized."

"That's as bad as it gets."

Horus shrugged slightly.

"Our team is very strong. We can easily tear apart any of the orc warlords in the vortex."

However, according to Guilliman's children, the Great Vortex Orcs have changed.

A suddenly appearing orc has consolidated the orcish forces throughout the Maelstrom and built a formidable army. With this army, the orcs, while not necessarily able to rival us, can certainly hold their own against us to a 30/70 split.

Horus looked at Lynch.

“Our enemies are not just the orcs. Deep within the Maelstrom, the power of chaos is gathering. Betrayed knightly families, the Titan legions, wizards from Abaddon's ranks... my own traitorous offspring, their power is the key to our struggle against them.”

Lynch remained silent, tacitly agreeing with Horus's statement.

When Titus told the representatives of the various forces about this situation, it caused quite a stir.

After all, no one expected that this battle would not be a simple expedition into the stars, but would instead be a continuous advance toward an apocalypse.

Even so, no one hesitated. Knowing they would die in the war, people still chose to board the starship without looking back and march towards death.

Lin Qi sighed deeply. It's good to have a spirit of sacrifice, but if you can avoid sacrificing yourself, then you shouldn't.

Now, Lynch is in Horus, searching for a path that requires the least sacrifice.

"Master Lynch."

Hoffman's voice suddenly rang out, pulling Lynch out of his thoughts.

"Gabriel Seth, I hope to meet you."

Chapter 156 Gabriel Seth and Black Fury

dark.

Gabriel Seth remembers that day clearly, or rather, he will never forget that day for the rest of his life.

Darkness appeared suddenly during a battle, and as always, Gabriel Seth could hear the whispers echoing in his ears. Those whispers tempted him, wanting him to accept the gift bestowed upon him by the never-seen Father of Genetics the moment he became an Astartes, to become a bloodthirsty monster, a madman.

The Lord of the Flesh-Tearers resisted temptation with his own will, just as he had always done.

But this time, he unexpectedly miscalculated.

This temptation was so strong that Seth could hardly resist. His vision blurred, the almost tangible stench of blood on the battlefield stimulating him, and the exposed necks of the mortals fighting alongside him looked so alluring.

And those enemies further away, needless to say, were like whetstones of meat, emitting an aroma that would drive even the hungriest people mad.

No.

Saint Gilles' son warned himself, forcing himself not to look at his comrades' naked skin, forcing himself not to think about how delicious their flesh and blood would taste. He forced a low growl from his throat, forcing himself to grip the "Bloodthirster" tightly in his hand.

The priests had noticed their chapter leader's unusual behavior, and they began to run toward Gabriel Seth.

But Gabriel Seth also started running. In the opposite direction, and even faster.

The warband leader ran ahead, with the priests and rational members chasing behind. For a moment, it looked like a charge that had been launched suddenly.

The enemy—the traitorous Astral Army, led by their traitorous leader Astartes—unleashed a hail of fire upon the charging Angelic Sons. Lasers and explosives struck the power armor, sending up bright sparks; shells and plasma rained down, kicking up clouds of dust...

roar.

The traitor Astartes abruptly raised his head, and before he could react, Gabriel Seth had already leaped high into the air. He held the Bloodthirsty Blade above his head, a sinister grin on his face, and loudly chanted the name of the angel.

The chainsaw roared, and the traitor Astartes' head was severed. The surrounding mortals instantly collapsed in morale, wailing, pleading, and cursing. But in the next second, as the Lord of the Flesh-Tearers revealed his berserk form, they were all reduced to flying, bloody limbs.

"Haha! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Seth casually grabbed the head of a mortal traitor next to him and crushed it.

The priests had caught up; these special individuals, distributed throughout the warbands established by the Sons of Angels, immediately recognized the predicament their warband commander was in. The chief priest immediately directed the veterans of the company to isolate the surrounding enemies, while he himself led his men forward to try and subdue their warband commander.

"do not come!"

Seth saw his companions approaching. In his vision, the faces of these former colleagues had become blurred, and another, taller figure began to take their place.

Oh no.

Seth knew the situation he was in. The final step had come knocking at this unexpected moment, but it was too late; he had no other choice.

"kill me!"

He roared, using his last shred of reason to drive his body to throw the weapon aside.

The chief priest hesitated, his lips constantly chanting the teachings of angels and emperors, trying to pull his warband back to reality.

But Gabriel Seth's next actions told him that he could no longer let his grief and wishful thinking drive him.

"Horace!!!"