Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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"Kill a person?"

"Who?"

"The Blessed Lady, or rather, that wizard by the side of Chaos Warmaster Abaddon, that damned Katarina Moriana."

Chapter 35 Please! Sixteenth Master Possesses Himself! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"How did you know my identity, and why should I trust you?"

With his identity exposed, Lin Qi did not hesitate at all. He looked at the old Astartes in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his spiritual energy began to be mobilized.

"Don't be nervous, we are not your enemies."

Eric, standing to the side, spoke up. His expression was grave, and one hand was already gripping the combat dagger at his waist. However, his trembling fingers revealed that he did not want to fight Lynch.

"We can explain how I found out about your identity, but we hope you can calm down and listen to what we both have to say."

"What are you talking about, traitors like you? Look at him. Although he was one of the extracted ones, he also said that he used subspace technology to accelerate the growth of gene seeds. Just for that, even if your warband carries out a hundred-year crusade for redemption, it will not be enough to atone for his sins."

Lynch's voice was indifferent, but he slowly withdrew his psionic energy. However, this did not mean that he was letting his guard down, but rather that Horus was ready.

Previously, Horus told Lynch that he could possess him briefly for a period of time, during which his physical attributes and psychic abilities would be greatly enhanced. More importantly, the person controlling the body would temporarily become Horus.

Even if the Primarch's combat skills are not up to par and he can only unleash one-tenth of his power, it is still a level that an ordinary Astartes could never catch up to in a lifetime.

This is also the reason why Lin Qi dared to come to the Thorn Royal Court alone and believed that he could escape unscathed after being exposed.

“We know, otherwise we wouldn’t have come looking for you… Your Excellency the Chosen One.”

"My name is Lynch."

"Yes, Mr. Lynch."

Unlike the old Astartes who immediately proposed a deal, Eric's attitude was much more humble, appearing more like a plea than a negotiation.

"I hope you can understand that it is extremely difficult for Bell to remain conscious under such torture."

Old Astartes turned his head to look at Eric, letting out a dissatisfied snort.

But he didn't speak. Instead, he looked at Lin Qi, his eyes filled with an unreadable emotion.

"Please disregard the terms of our cooperation just now. Even without witnessing it firsthand, we know that killing that Chaos Witch is no easy feat."

As Eric spoke, he released his hand from the combat dagger at his waist, and after releasing it, his entire demeanor visibly relaxed.

“He doesn’t seem to be confused. Also, if we’re really going to cooperate, I think you should first explain why you know my identity.”

"You're right, I'll tell you why we know your identity."

Eric took a deep breath, his expression turning serious.

“The prophecy, three days ago, Bell saw the prophecy. He told me that among the new servants was a mortal who was imbued with the aura of our Father of Genesis. He is the Emperor’s chosen one and the only way to stop our chapter from sliding into the abyss.”

prophecy.

Now we've reached a part that Lynch dreads: Vivian, who lives in Hayek's house, is the same. However, her prophecy comes from the Emperor, and she saw it long ago, which is evidenced by the Emperor's psychic powers within her.

So what about these two think tanks? Where do their predictions come from?

Lynch's expression had turned dangerous. In the world of Warhammer, psionic power is not a good power. Even Lynch himself only dared to use his psionic power without so many restrictions after receiving the Emperor's protection.

Eric clearly noticed the change in Lynch's expression. He sighed slightly, then reached out and patted the old Astartes, known as Bell, on the shoulder.

"Prove our loyalty."

Eric spoke softly, and after giving Lynch a deep look, Bell's psionic energy began to circulate once more, and the chains that bound him began to exert their force again, constantly tormenting his body and mind.

However, even under these circumstances, Bell's psionic energy successfully broke free of its restraints, eventually transforming into a fluorescent thread that slowly drifted towards Lynch.

Eric also activated his psionic power, and a thread, almost identical to the one that appeared on Bell's body, extended from his fingertips and landed in front of Lynch.

what is this?

Lynch frowned slightly, but Horus quickly spoke up to explain for him.

"They tear off a part of their soul and give it to you. If you are willing to accept it, you can then use that part of your soul to control them."

"No price?"

"There is no cost, because they have already paid the price. Just look at their faces."

Lynch raised his head and examined the expressions of the two people in front of him for the first time. He then noticed that they were both pale and sweating profusely, clearly enduring some kind of intense pain that would be equally intense for Astartes.

"So... is this acceptable in terms of our sincerity?"

Eric tried hard to make his voice sound less trembling, as if he had only done something insignificant.

“We…we did make a terrible mistake, and both Bell and I realize what kind of abyss Huron will lead us into if we continue like this…”

Eric spoke while observing Lynch's reaction.

“Three days ago, Bell told me… he had a prophetic dream. In the dream, he said there was a mortal, a mortal with the aura of our genetic father, that mortal was the Emperor's chosen one, and the only way for us to save the entire Star Claw…”

Eric looked exhausted, but he still mustered the strength to utter his last words.

“Then I saw you today. As a think tank member, I can sense things more than the other brothers, so I can be sure that Bell’s dream is not nonsense.”

Bell and Eric succumbed almost simultaneously; the strands of their souls dissipated, vanishing into nothingness in the air.

Bell was chained to the ground, suffering the dual torment of the chains and the tearing of his soul. He was on the verge of fainting. Eric was in a slightly better state, but he also collapsed to his knees, panting heavily.

Lin Qi remained silent, looking at the two people in front of him, unsure of what to do next.

If he had wanted to, he could have directly controlled the lives and deaths of those two people.

Would a traitor do this?

Yes, although the probability is very small, traitors will make sacrifices in order to achieve their goals.

So, could they possibly be loyal?

Lynch pondered for a moment, and finally sighed, handing the choice over to someone with more authority.

"These are your offspring. You decide whether we should believe them or you should possess them and leave this place."

"...I have a better idea."

Horus spoke, which confused Lynch. The next moment, his eyes widened as he felt his body suddenly slip out of his control.

"I'm sorry, Lynch, but I want to face my offspring in person."

Horus's voice echoed in his ears, causing Lynch to sigh slightly and stop talking, instead watching what was about to happen.

The moment they completed the change in control of their bodies, Bell and Eric, who had been waiting for Lynch's reply, suddenly widened their eyes. They stared at Lynch in front of them, their bodies trembling, unable to utter a word for a moment.

Lynch's eyes gleamed with a faint white light as he looked at the two people before him, his voice becoming calm and rational.

"Now you may continue."

Chapter 36 A Conversation Between Father and Son (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Lin Qi looked at the two people in front of him, his brows exuding a kind of majesty and composure that was completely inconsistent with his figure and appearance.

Bell felt his soul trembling, suspecting it was a lingering effect of the soul he had just torn apart. But then, a strong, natural sense of closeness told him that it was not a lingering effect, but rather, just as he had thought, a great will had descended upon the body of this mortal before him.

"Oh my god... how is this possible...."

Bell spoke with shock, regret, and self-pity.

Star Claws was founded during the tenth founding of the M35. In its early years, the origin of its chapter's gene seed was unknown, and its parent chapter could not be traced back to its origins.

Before Huron placed him here to become a psionic battery powering forbidden warp rituals, Bell, as the curator of the think tank, would often try to find out where the genetic seed of his chapter originated.

After all, for an Astartes Chapter, there is a big difference between knowing their parent chapter and not knowing their parent chapter.

Over the years, Bell did not come away empty-handed; he uncovered some clues through various means. The most crucial clue was that the origin of their Chapter's geneseed was closely related to a decree issued by Robert Guilliman, the Primarch of the Ultramarines.

He told Huron about this, and from then on, Huron privately told others that his genetic father was Robert Guilliman, the ruler of the Five Hundred Worlds.

At first, Bell wanted to tell Huron that it wasn't certain, but the more time went on, the more he felt that his genetic father was Robert Guilliman.

Bell didn't have any direct evidence, but he had a gut feeling that his father must be a shrewd operator, knowledgeable about warfare, gentle, charismatic, and... ambitious man.

Yes, Robert Guilliman.

At this moment, looking at the "mortal" before him, Bell felt for the first time the strong bond brought about by his genetic seed.

His conjecture was about to be confirmed, but for now, he needed to ask one last question and see how the person in front of him would react.

So Bell spoke, his posture cautious, taking several seconds to utter that short word from his throat.

"Father?"

Lynch looked at Bell, and after a moment, slowly nodded.

"Yes, I am..."

Before he could finish speaking, an anxious voice appeared in "Lin Qi's" ear, pouring out words that only he could hear.

"Don't say that! You are Guilliman now! Remember that! Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds! Primarch of the Ultramarines! The ambitious King of the Smurfs!"

Hearing the voice in his ear, Lynch clenched his fist. But soon, with a long sigh, he loosened his fist and began to speak the rest of his words to Bell and Eric in front of him.

“I am Robert Guilliman, Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds, the Primarch of the Ultramarines, and the genetic father of you and the entire Starclaw.”

“My body remains in Otramah, but through the power of my Father, my soul can move in the real world through this mortal body, and I drove him to Badabah to stop you children from committing a truly terrible mistake.”

After saying this, although he didn't feel anything, Lin Qi could feel his facial muscles twitching.

Do you really dislike using Guilliman's pseudonym that much...? It seems so unacceptable...

"How is this possible...?"

Eric's face was full of disbelief. His emotions were much more stable than Bell's, but under the strong connection transmitted by the gene seed and the soul, his body still trembled uncontrollably.

"Nothing is impossible, my child."

Lynch sighed softly, reached out, and helped Eric up.

"I cannot remove the chains on you for the time being, otherwise it might attract those real traitors. I am, after all, just a soul that descended to earth in a mortal body. I'm sorry, child."

"No! Father! You don't need to apologize to me, it was me..."

Bell couldn't continue. He never expected things to turn out this way. If he had known, he would have gone to die with those traitors, even if it meant his own death, to prevent this situation from happening to Lynch.