Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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The steel door opened. The three people in the reception room immediately adjusted their postures and stared intently at the figures behind the door.

The first person to appear was Ryan, the warband priest of Starclaw, who was also the first in Starclaw to meet Malakin and arrange this meeting.

Forros and the other person exchanged a glance for a moment, and almost simultaneously nodded slightly, indicating that everything was going smoothly and no unexpected situations had occurred.

The second person to enter was Asford, an ordinary soldier who followed behind Ryan. Forros ignored him and continued to look behind him.

Then, the weeping man's breath froze for a moment.

A thin, ordinary man with long black hair entered the reception room from behind the door. He looked unremarkable, and his fair skin would probably make one think he was a poet or librarian living in Upper Nest.

However, Forros knew clearly that the other party's identity was not limited to that.

So he immediately adjusted his state and respectfully performed the Eagle Salute to the mortal.

“Chosen Lynch, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I am Malakin Forros, the leader of the Weeping Wraiths. Behind me are our chapter’s chief strategist and priest. It’s an honor to meet you.”

“I am also honored, Commander Forros.”

Upon seeing the Angel Child clad in bright yellow power armor, Lin Qi secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He had actually been a little hesitant to meet the Angel Child, after all, he knew that in 40K, all Angel Children shared two common genetic defects…

That is thirst for blood and black fury.

Leaving the former aside, the latter was born ten thousand years ago, the result of the psychic energy shock that occurred to all of Saint Gilles' offspring at the moment when the archangel Saint Gilles was killed by Horus.

Black Rage is not an active skill, but a passive one. It originates from memory; all the offspring of Saint Gilles possess a portion of their father's memories, with the most vivid recollection being the moment of his death. During combat, subtle details can trigger these memories, transporting the warrior's mind back to the battlefield of the Siege of Terra ten thousand years ago.

Once Black Rage is triggered, the warrior will believe that he is Saint Gilles, and everything around him, whether enemy or ally, will become Horus.

At this moment, the warrior's combat power will be greatly enhanced, but he will also begin to lose his mind, attacking indiscriminately. Such madness is usually incurable, so almost every warband composed of Angelic Children has a Death Company.

The Death Company consists entirely of warriors hopelessly consumed by Black Fury. Normally, the chapter priests are responsible for supervising them, but once they encounter the most dangerous battlefields, they are thrown into the most bloodthirsty blades, to tear as many enemies as possible to pieces before they themselves shatter.

Lynch wasn't sure if the Horus aura on his body would trigger Black Wrath. If he were facing another angelic chapter or even the Blood Angels instead of the Lamenters, he would probably choose to communicate remotely rather than come to meet them in person.

But what about those who weep...?

These Sons of Sangilius, known throughout history for their misfortune, seem to possess a method to significantly reduce the probability of Black Fury occurring. Their Mother Corporation has long sought to contact them in order to obtain this method, but due to their "bad luck," they were once separated by a mysterious warp storm, even when they were within striking distance.

It seems alright for now; Horus's aura hasn't met the conditions for triggering Black Wrath.

"Thank you for your help, Commander Forros. If it weren't for your help in controlling the orbit, we wouldn't have been able to achieve such a simple coup and kill Huron, that traitor."

"No, it's what we should do. Or rather, we should thank you. If you hadn't killed Huron, it's hard to imagine what would have become of us Weepers, and the other Vortex Guardians."

Forros took a deep breath and answered formally.

"Our original intention was simply to defend the sovereignty of Astartes. We never imagined that Huron would become involved with Chaos, and even engage in those evil warp rituals..."

"Alright, alright, let's not bring up the past anymore. I'll speak up for you when we negotiate with the Empire. There hasn't been any real conflict yet, so there's still room for maneuver."

Upon hearing Lynch's words, Forros's expression immediately relaxed. However, the relief quickly faded, and a look of hesitation appeared on his face, as if he was pondering how to begin his next words.

Lin Qi noticed his hesitation and roughly figured out what was going on, so he took the initiative to speak up and prevent the atmosphere from falling into an awkward silence.

"Forros, is there something you want to say to me alone?"

Forros took a deep breath, turned around, looked at the chief think tank member and the pastor behind him, and after receiving confirmation from their eyes, a resolute look appeared on his gloomy face. He then nodded to Lynch.

"Yes, Lord Lynch, I do have something I want to say to you privately."

“Okay, I understand… Ryan, could you please leave for a moment? I need to be alone with this Chapter Commander Forros for a while.”

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

"Ryan."

"Yes."

Ryan left with Asford, the chief think tank member of the Weeping Ones, and the priest. After they left, Lynch's gaze fell upon a shadowy spot in the reception room. A minute later, Gawain, draped in a black robe, appeared like a ghost, walking out without batting an eye to Forros's astonished gaze.

“You know, my identity is somewhat special, so Terra… will give me some protection.”

"I can understand that."

"Now, tell me what you want to say to me alone, Commander Forros."

“Alright, then, Lin Qi, please be prepared, because what I’m about to tell you is a prophecy about you that I recently saw. It is this prophecy that made me choose to believe in you, and it is also the reason why I want to meet with you alone.”

"What prophecy?"

"Please be prepared and keep your emotions calm."

Forros reminded Lynch, then took a deep breath and slowly uttered words, piecing them together into a sentence.

Horus Lupecal.

He uttered a name that made Lin Qi's pupils shrink slightly.

"Together with him, you will become the great Saint Gillespie, the key to his resurrection in the future."

Chapter 57 Warnings and Messages

Was Lynch nervous?

If tight.

His fingers trembled slightly, and a few beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose. This made him unconsciously raise his hand and casually touch his nose.

Lynch wasn't worried about Forros taking action against him. He knew the loyalty of the Crying Chapter Commander; in fact, it could be said that the Crying Chapter's loyalty within the Empire's Astartes was among the highest.

After all, he endured all sorts of misfortune and persecution from the empire without betraying them, which truly shows his unwavering loyalty.

Not to mention that there was a guard at the gate, along with two of their own elite Astartes.

What Lynch was worried about was how the other party knew about Horus's existence.

A prophecy? A prophecy given by the Emperor? And a resurrected angel...

Lin Qi knew he would likely have to do this in the future, since the Emperor would certainly make the most of him. But there was one problem...

Is it too early for them to come and tell me this now?

A flood of questions suddenly filled Lynch's mind. He looked up at Malakin Forros, the Chapter Leader of the Weeping Ones, and saw the same tension on Forros's face. He took a deep breath.

"Could you tell me more about that prophecy?"

"Of course there is no problem. Please don't be nervous. Since I can say that name, it means I know some things."

Forros slowly forced a smile onto his face. The smile looked somewhat strained, and combined with his gloomy expression, it gave the impression of a forced grin.

Lin Qi swallowed hard and quickly waved his hand.

"Don't be nervous, I believe in you. Just tell me the prophecy quickly."

"Alright, then, Chosen Lynch, please allow me to first tell you a legend passed down among all of us Sons of Saint Gilles. When the Sons of Angels are in dire straits and suffer heavy losses, a mysterious warrior known as the 'Exemplary Holy Spirit' will descend from the sky like a golden meteor to save his brothers from their plight. His name is..."

"San Guillerno".

Lynch blurted out the name first, which surprised Forros. But soon, as if he had thought of something, a relieved expression appeared on his face.

“Yes, San Giuliano. Not long ago I had a prophetic dream in which I saw that golden figure who called himself San Giuliano. He has come to tell me the truth and a prophecy, or rather... a warning.”

For the first time since their meeting, Frost's gloomy face showed excitement, but it didn't seem abrupt; rather, it gave one the feeling of seeing the sun after the fog had cleared.

"He hopes that one day in the future, when you go with Horus to Baal to resurrect Sangilis, you will be well prepared. Only in this way can you truly overcome the crisis and give humanity more leverage to face the darkness in the future."

After listening to Forros's words, Lynch did not respond immediately, but fell silent.

He certainly knew what Saint Gilles was. He also clearly knew the connection between the other party and the Son of Saint Gilles.

Saint Gilles is a legend, a legend circulating among the Blood Angels and their offspring. Some speculate that he is a product of the fusion of the remnant soul of Saint Gilles and the faith of the Son of the Angels for millennia, while others speculate that he was actually Azkelon, the first captain of the Blood Guard.

However, in reality, San Gilles is neither of these two. His true identity is that of San Gilles, who served as a double and messenger during the Great Crusade, and was once a blood angel named Astartes.

During the Battle of Davenstar, when Sangilius was entangled with the demon and trapped in the rift between the warp and reality, Sangilius chose to crash into it in order to help his father escape, but he himself fell into the warp along with the demon.

Saint Gilles witnessed his offspring unfurl a pair of wings the instant they fell into the warp, and over the next ten thousand years, stories of golden figures appearing to save the angelic children from peril began to emerge.

Saint Gillenor, a "living saint" belonging exclusively to the Angels of Blood and their offspring.

but.......

The resurrection of Saint Gilles is bound to be a matter for the future. It's hard for Lynch not to have a lot to think about when it comes to a request that spans such a long period of time.

After all, when many things are involved for too long, the probability of accidents becomes unimaginably high, and it is very easy for what was originally a good intention to turn into a conspiracy, a trick, or a trap.

Moreover, this is Warhammer. If everything were questionable, there wouldn't be so many mad inquisitors within the Inquisition.

"He's fine."

A weak voice suddenly rang in his ears, startling Lin Qi.

But he quickly realized what was happening and began to respond to the voice in his mind.

"Horus, you're awake?"

"Yes, just now."

Horus replied, his voice sounding very weak, clearly not yet fully recovered from the exertion of eliminating the chaotic contamination from his offspring.

"You said he has no problems... Does that mean the prophecy, or warning, was true?"

"In the subspace, time is never a straight line; it is a chaotic ball of thread with no discernible pattern. It is possible to travel from the present to the past, or from the past to the future."

Horus's explanation immediately helped Lynch understand many of the issues. In other words, the San Giuliano might not exist in the present San Giuliano, but rather came from the future to the present and, through Forros, sent them a warning.

When they resurrected Saint Gilles in the future, they must have encountered an extremely dangerous situation; otherwise, they wouldn't have needed Saint Gilles to come and warn them to prepare in the past.

Lynch took a deep breath and looked at Forros's face, which was tense yet filled with anticipation, and slowly nodded.

"I understand, don't worry, I'll be prepared."

Frost visibly breathed a sigh of relief. He probably knew that what he said sounded somewhat unreliable and would be the kind of thing that would be repeatedly questioned and examined in court.

"Thank you for your trust, Chosen Lynch. Also, Lord Saint Gillenor has instructed us Weepers to be at your command for the foreseeable future, so please do not hesitate to act if needed. Even if the battlefield ahead is a place of certain death, my brothers and I will rush there without hesitation at your command."

Lin Qi's lips twitched slightly. By now, relying on all sorts of supernatural and bizarre methods, he had successfully gained the support of two warbands. Not to mention the Star Claws, which numbered a full three thousand, plus the Weeping Ones' eight hundred or so, meaning over four thousand Astartes were under his command...

Why do I feel like I've become Huron from the official history?

No, no, Huron acted recklessly without Terra's consent, and there's a whole host of shady dealings going on behind the scenes. I'm just following orders, and I don't know how the Empress will arrange things for me. After all, I'll probably have to stay in Badab until Horus's soul is completely pieced together...

Forget it, let's ask Forros. Following his orders... that sounds like a huge violation of the holy scriptures.

"Commander Forros, you said you'd obey my orders... Is there really no problem with that?"