Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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The leader spoke up.

"Your current actions are just a waste of effort. Trying to amuse the prisoners is nothing special. If you want, I can find you a few prisoners to play with."

“I told you it was an interrogation, Saka. If you don’t want to believe it, then I have nothing more to say.”

Saka Skaren, a sergeant in the Word Bearers Warband, couldn't help but smile as he looked at his brother who had fought alongside him since the Great Crusade.

His brother was always like this; he was clearly acting out his own desires, but he refused to admit it and instead always used various reasons to justify them.

is this okay?

Saka didn't know, but as far as he was concerned, if his brother wanted to do it, then he would just have to comply.

After all, the two have known each other since the Great Crusade Era. Even though the actual time they have spent together is only a few hundred years due to the existence of the Warp, it is enough to make their friendship so deep that they would give their lives for each other.

"That cruiser escaped; is it possible it brought back reinforcements?"

Rick changed the subject, bringing up the Moon-class cruiser that had escaped their fleet's siege a few days earlier.

"The orcs helped them, just before they escaped into the warp."

Saka spoke, a mocking smile on his face.

"Based on our observations, there are significant problems with their Geller position. Perhaps they can become our companions once they leave the warp."

Rick didn't say anything, but his posture clearly indicated that he agreed with this view.

The roars of orcs echoed across the distant wilderness, causing the Word Bearers inside the tent to show expressions of annoyance. Having successfully dealt with the mining station's guard fleet, they had assumed they only needed to slowly search the planet to find the false emperor's lackey that the Dark Mechanicus sought. But they had never expected this…

They encountered new enemies both on the surface of the planet and in the void.

Rick took a deep breath, took off his helmet from his waist, put it on, and then walked out of the tent, seemingly intending to deal with those ungrateful orcs.

Saka watched his friend's retreating figure, but to his surprise, the friend stopped as soon as he stepped out of the tent and looked up at the distant sky.

Saka narrowed his eyes and immediately went to Rick's side. He looked in the direction Rick was looking and put on his helmet as well.

With the help of the telescopic function of the system inside the helmet, he successfully saw the burning, raining fire falling from the sky.

They were very familiar with this, after all, ten thousand years ago, when they followed more brothers, they had once brought down an even greater rain of fire for their enemies.

But today, this fiery rain fell on their own heads, and it also proclaimed a signal.

That is.....

We came for you.

...

Inside the underground bunker of the α13 mining station, Evelyn Ditasdorf took a deep breath, her eyes closing with barely concealed weariness on her face, which still retained most of its flesh and blood.

Many years ago, the α13 mining station was not just a simple mining station. About one to two thousand years ago, it was considered one of the Empire's habitable planets, and there were indeed several small to medium-sized nests on its surface.

But one day, the planet's environment suddenly began to deteriorate. In just a hundred years, the original capital city was completely buried by yellow sand, and the inhabitants were all relocated to other planets.

Only the Mechanicus of Angorostum, after discovering the rich mineral resources beneath the surface of their planet, established a mining station there to provide a continuous supply of minerals to the furnaces of the Forge World, transforming them into a part of the glory of the God of Machines.

The underground fortress was built around that time. After all, the surface of α13 was not suitable for human habitation, and it was a challenge even for members of the Mechanicus who had undergone relatively minor modifications.

But no one expected that one day, this underground fortress and complex tunnels, which were created for mining, would become their only means of resisting heretics and aliens.

A servant entered Evelyn's room, carrying a glass of pure water—a rare commodity in the fortress these days. Evelyn glanced at it, sighed softly, picked up the glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

So be it, so be it. Hope has become utterly bleak. Now, only a few hundred people remain alive around him. The reason those traitors, Astartes, haven't found him is simply because they're entangled with the orcs.

Before Saro and his group entered the warp, the Geller force field malfunctioned, and whether they could even escape the warp alive was questionable, let alone find support...

There was no despair in those azure eyes, only a deathly silence.

After a long pause, Evelyn took a deep breath.

She had prepared a molten bomb, and she would not hesitate to detonate it as soon as the heretics discovered the place.

She could roughly guess why these enemies had come: the orcs were there for war, the Eldar for plunder, and those traitors, the Astartes...

Evelyn had seen her former comrades who had betrayed Omnisiah in their ranks, and combined with her own situation, she knew exactly what had happened.

Were they drawn here by the legacy of their former family?

It is a great pity, but even if it means that the glory of Omnesia will be completely swept into the dust of history, I will never let it be tainted by those traitors.

Evelyn stood up from her seat, picked up her high-frequency knife, and the steel tentacles on her back began to move—before officially facing death, all she could do was go into those tunnels and kill as many damned aliens or heretics as possible.

But the moment she opened the door, she saw the only remaining Star Speaker in her team running towards her in a hurried manner.

"grown ups!"

The Star Speaker's words were filled with excitement, and his face, gaunt from malnutrition, was now beaming with joy. He was a completely different person from the one Evelyn had seen him a few days ago.

"My lord! Good news! Good news!"

"Don't rush, what happened? Tell me slowly."

Evelyn immediately realized something, and her face first showed disbelief, followed by the same excitement as the Star Speaker.

"Reinforcements have arrived?! My teacher has received the news?!"

"Uh...Sir, reinforcements have indeed arrived."

Upon hearing Evelyn's words, the Star Speaker's face immediately showed a hint of embarrassment. He told the person in front of him that, as she thought, reinforcements had arrived, but then he became hesitant, as if he had some unspeakable secret.

Evelyn frowned as she looked at him, realizing a very bad situation was unfolding.

"Was that the support fleet dispatched after receiving our initial distress signal? Damn it, contact them quickly and get them out of here. The enemy's strength is beyond what ordinary reinforcements can handle..."

"No, my lord."

A resolute look slowly appeared on the Star Speaker's face. He took a deep breath, looked at Evelyn, and slowly uttered a piece of information that Evelyn definitely did not want to hear.

“Our reinforcements are very powerful, or rather, so powerful that you can hardly believe it.”

"Aren't they reinforcements from Angorostum? Could it be...?"

"That's right, my lord."

The Star Speaker slowly opened his mouth and uttered two names.

"It's the Claw of the Stars, and the Death Angel of the Weeping Ones. They've already engaged the enemy in the first round of fighting as reinforcements."

Chapter 87 The Battle of Alpha (Part Two) [Master of Micromanagement Horus]

Malakin Forros took a deep breath. The helmet's breathing filtration system helped filter out the impurities in the air, but for some reason, when his high nose trembled slightly, the Chapter Leader of the Lamenters could still smell the thick, bloody stench permeating the air.

The smell stirred a strong desire within him, as if a voice was whispering in his ear, urging him to remove his helmet and crawl on the ground like a dog to lick the sweet-smelling, dirty blood.

Forros closed his eyes and stood motionless, like an ancient tree. A minute later, he heard footsteps behind him, turned around, and looked at the approaching priest, think tank members, and a company of honor guards. He slowly spoke.

"Keep moving forward. We need to clear out all the enemies on the ship within one Terra timeframe to ensure that Lord Lynch's tactics are not affected."

The crowd behind them remained silent, but that didn't mean they refused Forros's request. They began to advance, not quickly, but with each step as firm as steel, crushing all the enemies who had desperately boarded the Storm Maiden battle barge into bloody remains.

This was the fifth day after the fleet left Badab. They had made a short subspace jump, successfully traversing a distance of twelve light-years, and arrived near the α13 mining station.

The instant they emerged from the warp, they saw two factions locked in combat. Identifying these two factions was incredibly easy; all they needed to do was examine the appearance of their respective ships.

The ships were dilapidated, and the fact that they could elicit an indescribable expression on the cold faces of the Mechanicus members meant that they were the Orc fleet.

The ships' exteriors are covered with all sorts of blasphemous runes, and at first glance they can make any normal human being feel intense physical discomfort and nausea. So, they naturally belong to the fleet of the Word Bearers.

However, regardless of whose fleet it was, to the Badab people who came here, they all had only one identity.

That is the enemy.

Forros strolled along the ship's corridors, the weapon in his hand called the Bloodstained Broadsword. It was a Master-level power weapon, and along with another weapon called the Questioner's Melt Gun, it was not only a powerful weapon but also a symbol of the Chapter Leader of the Lamenters Chapter.

He maintained his silence, only revealing a flicker of emotion in his azure eyes when an enemy appeared. The powered weapon, which should have been used with both hands, was wielded with one hand, and with each thrust and sheathing of the sword…

Whether the enemy is a cult, a traitorous army, the Word Bearers of Astartes, or even orcs who inexplicably came with those traitors, they all leave behind a trail of blood, turning the once clean corridor into a filthy mess.

Half an hour later, Forros once again widened the gap between himself and the main force. He walked through a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and in front of him was Astartes, the Word Bearer, whose legs and an arm had been severed, but who was barely keeping breathing thanks to his powerful vitality.

As he approached, Astartes the Wordholder flinched. But he quickly gave up, removing his helmet to reveal a bald face covered in blasphemous graffiti.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs, and looked at Forros with a rare flicker of fear in his eyes.

However, in the end, he took a deep breath and asked the question that was on his mind.

"How did you all get here?"

“We’ve come, you traitors.”

"Frost replied. Then, without the slightest hesitation, he brandished his broadsword and plunged it into the already severely damaged body of the Word Bearer.

The body twitched twice, and a look of resentment appeared on its face. But life would not wait for it. A second later, the body ceased to move, becoming a real corpse.

After finishing off his opponent, Forros stopped advancing. He removed his helmet, looked around at the enemies he had slain, and felt a rare sense of exhilaration.

This is a feeling I haven't had much of since becoming a chapter commander. After all, as a chapter commander, there are very few opportunities like now where I only need to focus on the battle and can sacrifice battlefield command.

but........

When the main force arrived, Frost couldn't help but be astonished by the contents displayed on the data panel that the Hidden Elder had handed him.

Is this the command ability of those legendary beings known as the Primarchs from ten thousand years ago...?

He let out a long breath, and at the same time, he felt invigorated.

At least for now, this entity is on their side.

And in the future, his genetic father will also be resurrected along with his current companions because of this existence...

A sense of longing rose in Forros's heart. He then handed the data panel back to the Hidden Master, gripped the Bloodstained Broadsword in his hand, and continued to purge the few remaining enemies on the Storm Maiden.

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"The Storm Maiden was boarded by the enemy."

"Let Commander Forros and the others handle it themselves. Have the Sword-class corvettes reached their designated positions?"

"We have arrived. We can proceed with the next round of instructions."

"Fire at the enemy mothership with all your might to draw attention. Hold out for fifteen minutes no matter what."

Lin Qi frowned as he stared at the data projection of the "sand table" in front of him. Horus, meanwhile, hovered beside him, calmly issuing a series of battle commands.

The battle has lasted only three Terra hours from the start until now—yes, even now, the Word Bearers' original fleet has been utterly routed, and the escort ships around their main cruisers have been virtually wiped out. The situation on the battlefield can be declared clear. It has only lasted three Terra hours from the beginning of the war.