Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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what?

"The frigate Bloodhound has been destroyed."

"The frigate Siren has been destroyed."

...........

In just a few minutes, several frigates had been destroyed, at a speed that even Sexus didn't have time to react.

But then, another message came along that made him immediately realize what he should do.

"The battlecruiser Bloodblade has been destroyed."

Ignoring the trembling expression on the mechanical priest's face and the conditions he had just agreed to, Serxus roared in the channel, notifying every ship in the entire Chaos Fleet.

"Everyone! Open fire at full speed! Watch out for attacks from those ancient technological relics!"

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Char watched the ever-changing scene before his eyes, maneuvering the crimson comet through the void, dodging the anti-aircraft artillery that was being fired.

Piloting the new Knight mech is a completely different experience from the past. If there is one thing that the two can give Char in common, it is that the moment he controls it, he feels as if he has become a towering steel giant, with unparalleled power in every move.

The control stick in his hand was suddenly twisted, and the entire machine turned around in mid-air. The huge cannon on his shoulder was aimed at a frigate below. A blinding red light came out from the depth of the cannon barrel, and then a shell was fired, heading towards the frigate.

The Void Shield failed to intercept the shell, and Xia himself did not know why. He watched as the shell landed on the frigate's armor, the spinning warhead drilling a large hole in it before falling into the frigate's interior, followed by a violent explosion.

The warship, several kilometers long, began to break apart from the point of explosion. The wreckage transformed into shooting stars that streaked through the air. With his small yet agile body, Char easily maneuvered his machine to evade them.

However, the other Chaos warships were not so lucky. Their massive size made them difficult to move around, and the dense formation of the fleet made it even more difficult for them to evade.

The wreckage crashed into the Void Shield, causing ripples to spread across it. At this moment, the Imperial fleet successfully pulled the Chaos Fleet into its firing range. Macro cannons, light spears, and whirlwind torpedoes opened fire together, like ferocious hunting dogs tearing at the enemy to their deaths.

The void shields of the ships were overloaded and then turned into dazzling fireworks in the void. Xia noticed a battleship and, based on his judgment, it should be an enemy capital ship.

The last shell of the shoulder-fired cannon was fired, but before the spinning warhead could penetrate the enemy's outer armor, it was intercepted by a fighter jet in a suicide attack.

Without hesitation, Char drew a massive one-handed battle axe from behind his waist, and with the disintegration field on the axe blade activated, he charged forward like a meteor, then cleaved the ship's hull with tremendous force.

Without much hesitation, the axe blade cleaved a gash in the ship's hull, and then blue flames shot out from the back and the accelerators on the feet, tearing a long wound in the battleship's body.

The ship was severely damaged, and the captain of the battleship quickly realized that they had been attacked by those strange creatures. Without much hesitation, he dispatched the ship's fighter squadron to try to destroy the strange creature.

However, his idea was soon proven wrong.

The moment they approached the strange creation, four streams of light flew out from behind it. Inside each stream of light were darts, but each had a floating cannon the size of an adult. Lasers burst from the cannons, engulfing the incoming fighter jets and providing cover for the main unit.

Char climbed up to the top of the battleship, where he saw the turrets adjusting their angles to find themselves. Without hesitation, he swooped down and destroyed the turrets one by one with his power axe.

Several more bursts of flame erupted from the battleship's hull, and Char knew it was time to end this carnage.

With both hands gripping the axe, the crimson comet soared upwards before crashing down like a meteorite, cleaving the axe fiercely at the warship.

Another huge wound appeared, but this time it was obviously more deadly. The warship hovered in the void and exploded just three minutes later. The shock wave directly blew the red comet several kilometers away.

"It looks like a reddish comet."

Degraded Horus remarked, before him was a holographic projection of the battlefield, allowing him to clearly see any changes on the battlefield.

“His original knight was called Crimson Comet,” Caul replied, a hint of pride in his voice. “I never imagined that this newly designed knight mech would be so useful. So far, just thirteen units have already caused considerable trouble for a sizable Chaos fleet. If we can mass-produce and deploy them, then the Empire's advantage in the Void will be immense.”

“Then you’d better think carefully about how to explain the origin of this mech,” said the degraded Horus. “A lot of alien technology was used in this. Although the bottom line is flexible, some fundamental principles cannot be changed.”

“It’s like the degraded version of me and my brother that you created.” Horus looked at Kaul. “Even Guilliman would definitely kill you. The me and him that you created should theoretically be considered AI.”

“It’s not that serious,” Caul replied casually. “It’s just an insurance policy, and sometimes I need to consider what impact my words will have on you.”

"...You didn't also create a degraded Lynch, did you?"

“No.” Caul denied it outright, his expression unchanged. “Don’t think I do everything. I have my own bottom line.”

“Alright, I believe you.” The projected Horus shrugged. “Just don’t go too far. Since Guilliman is willing to believe you, I believe that both I and the real Horus will believe you as well.”

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"I feel like someone is talking about me."

Horus frowned slightly and looked at Lynch.

"The Emperor, I suppose." Lin Qi didn't look up, his gaze fixed on the sand table before him. "After all, you're his beloved eldest son; it's normal for him to miss you."

"........."

Horus remained silent, but as a war commander, he quickly banished these chaotic thoughts from his mind.

"The enemy's attention is currently drawn to our offensive. Lynch, do you think that original leader can complete his mission?"

"Do you still need to ask me?"

Lynch glanced at Horus.

"Shouldn't you be more accurate than me? After all, you're a war commander with so many heroes under your command, right?"

Horus shut up and stopped talking. Lynch also focused all his attention on the battle in front of him. To be honest, it would be a lie to say that he wasn't worried, but sometimes, worrying is the most useless thing.

Just believe, just like countless people believed that the emperor could lead humanity to greatness again.

Lin Qi took a deep breath and thought to himself.

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The Primal Forged One emerged from the shadows, still clutching the naked body of Astartes, the Word Bearer.

His power armor had been upgraded to a different model, and it looked exactly like the power armor of the Word Bearer. Walking down the busy street, he didn't arouse any suspicion from those around him, and swaggered towards the location of the trap.

Several Astartes were stationed at the trap site, including not only the Word Bearers, but also Honso's Iron Warriors and Kayan's Black Legion. They immediately stopped the approaching Primal Forged Leader.

"What?"

The leading Iron Warrior spoke in a cold tone. After using his psionic energy to scan the surroundings and confirm that no one was around, the Forged Leader silently activated his psionic energy.

Several guards felt a tremor in their brains, as if something was altering their perceptions. The Iron Warrior stared wide-eyed at the Primal Forged Leader, about to speak, but found that his throat was as if something was stuck in it, and he couldn't utter a single word.

"you you……"

Before he could finish speaking, the Iron Warrior collapsed to the ground, powerless. The leader of the original forging watched everything in front of him quietly, and only spoke after the others had gotten up.

"I need to get into the safe route inside."

The Iron Warrior took a token from his waist and handed it to the Forged Leader, then spoke in a stiff voice.

"There is no safe route. The inside has been placed under a psionic detection by the Thousand Sons Wizard. Without this token, anyone who enters will trigger a trap."

Is that so?

The leader of the original forging team accepted the token and used his spiritual energy to probe it. He sensed a faint spiritual energy aura within it; although very faint, he could still feel the power of the person who possessed it.

Alright, now go and complete the tasks assigned to you.

With that thought in mind, he stepped into the trap.

The war continued, and in the city's high tower, Kayan suddenly felt a sense of unease.

what happens? !

The wizard suddenly stood up and looked towards the battlefield outside the city.

Chapter 188 Gap

The third day after the siege began.

Hathaway lay prone in the trench, panting heavily.

Outside, artillery fire raged, and their own armored forces were exchanging fire with enemy artillery deployed on the city walls. The roar of the engines of the Imperial Poison Blade, Lemanrus, Centaur... was deafening, as if trying to deafen him.

He didn't have many people around him, or rather—only eight.

In the last attack on Galon, their squad suffered heavy losses. But even so, they didn't get the chance to go to the rear to replenish their ranks, because many more squads were completely wiped out, with no one surviving and no chance of regrouping.

The magazine of his light gun was empty, so Hassawi reloaded it, then leaned out, aimed at a mortal traitor on the city wall, and pulled the trigger.

A red laser beam shot out from the muzzle of the gun, flying straight toward the traitor and finally piercing a large hole in his forehead in the instant he reacted.

The traitor fell, and the heavy logging gun he controlled went out of control. Before the next person could take his place, a small gap appeared in the enemy's dense firepower.

Before Hathaway could react, he saw a group of Astragalus comrades in dark gray uniforms rush out of the trenches. They were strapped with molten metal bombs, and each one of them was fearless, seizing the opening and charging towards the city wall.

Damn, Krieg and his gang of lunatics.

Hasavi cursed inwardly, feeling both bewilderment and respect for their charge. He gestured for his men to open fire on the enemy's newly destroyed strongpoint, preventing them from exchanging firepower.

Even so, it couldn't stop the Krieg soldiers from their doom—no one would be foolish enough to stand by and watch a group of people charging towards them with molten metal bombs.

A traitor named Astartes aimed at Krieg and fired his explosive pistol incessantly, each bullet capable of severing one of them in half.

The Kriegs were knocked down, but even so, as long as they didn't die on the spot, they still used their arms to support their bodies, enduring the intense pain, and continued to crawl forward.

Seeing this, Hassawi gritted his teeth and aimed his light gun at the traitor Astartes who had fired.

"Go to hell!"

A red laser beam shot out, struck the traitor Astartes' black power armor, and was then blasted away like a small splash of water.

But this also successfully attracted the attention of the traitor Astartes, who raised his explosive pistol, aimed it at Hassawi's position, and then began to fire continuously.

Hasavi and his soldiers quickly huddled back into the trenches. The powerful bombs were tearing the ground above them, threatening to flatten it and knock down those hiding inside.

boom!

A loud gunshot rang out, and the explosives that had struck his head ceased. Hathaway cautiously peeked out and saw that the traitor Astartes had a large hole in his body and was now lying helplessly on the ground.

Hathaway turned his head and saw an Astartes soldier wearing bright yellow power armor, his gun still emitting white smoke. The soldier nodded to Hathaway and then left, quickly heading to his combat post.

Hasavi breathed a sigh of relief, took the water bottle from his waist, and drank a mouthful of water.

The battle raged on, and death mingled with bloodshed amidst the chaos of war. The city before them was virtually undefended compared to the Galon they had attacked earlier.

Using the same strategy, the combined attack of the warships' orbital bombardment and the Titan armored artillery forces did not overload their Void Shields. Instead, their heavy railguns built in the center of the hive city blasted a Sword-class corvette in two.

Looking up, Hasavi could see the massive, menacing cannon barrels of the orbital launch pad. Right now, they desperately needed an opening, a way to break the current stalemate and truly strike the enemy's core.

Unfortunately, as things stand, such a gap does not exist at present.

A whooshing sound came from overhead as Valkyrie warriors, lightning-type fighters, and thunder-type fighters ripped through the sky, dropping bombs over the enemy's heads in conjunction with armored units and the Overload Void Shield.

But it's not enough.