Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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A newly joined servant of the chapter was puzzled. Looking at the angels he served, he felt that each of them had undergone a change, but he didn't quite understand what those changes were.

As the Stormbird landed, he saw a huge cloaked figure appear at the edge of the landing scale, bowing to the warriors below in an extremely solemn manner.

"Warriors of the Claws of the Stars".

The enormous figure spoke in a deep voice, without any passionate speech, any impassioned announcement, or any dogmatic, dry words.

All that exists is this brief yet powerful declaration.

"I am back."

The warriors fell silent, and then, following the first voice, thousands of voices rose one after another, eventually converging into a single sound that echoed throughout the Thorn Court, the wilderness and desert beyond the court, and across the entire surface of Badab.

"Starry Sky Claw!"

They roared.

"A triumphant return!"

The young warband servant stood frozen in place, stunned by what he saw. It wasn't until an older servant approached and patted him on the shoulder that he snapped out of his daze.

"That rumor."

The old servant sighed, a hint of relief and excitement appearing on his comical face.

"He will return like lightning."

The huge figure disappeared from the edge of the scale. The old servant picked up his bucket and mop and slowly walked towards a place not far away.

The young servant quickly strode up to catch up with the old servant and helped him carry the bucket of water.

"Senior Kahn, what's that rumor? I've never heard of it."

"Oh? Since you've asked so sincerely, I'll mercifully tell you. That was three years ago, when I had just arrived at the Thorn Court and was working as a newcomer in the Warband's servant ranks..."

He will return like lightning.

This is a rumor circulating within the fortress monastery of Starclaw, the Thorn Court.

The rumor is simple: one day, the person who once saved Starclaw will reappear, take the vacant position of Chapter Leader, and lead Starclaw to create more glory and protect more planets and mortals.

At this moment, the protagonist of this rumor, Lynch, who had disappeared from Badab for nearly three years, was standing in front of the desk in the office he had built for himself, listening to the Star Claw managers who had been away from him giving their performance reports.

The report was quickly finished, and the situation was basically as Lin Qi had thought, especially the formation of the alliance. It was not Leo and his group who did it, but rather another force, or rather, another person, who instigated it.

That power is the Foundry World of Angostum, and that person is the Foundry Director of the Foundry World, or rather, the Foundry General.

That is, Evelyn's teacher, the great sage of the Mechanicus who was theoretically on par with Caul.

Lin Qi tapped his fingers on the table, making rhythmic sounds. Finally, he let out a long breath and nodded to the company commanders and other responsible persons in front of him.

“I understand. You did a great job while I was away.”

Leo and the others looked at each other, and in the end, it was Leo, the "victim," who was pushed forward. He looked at Lin Qi and cautiously asked him a question.

"My lord...you're not angry?"

Lin Qi blinked, his tone becoming strange.

"Why should I be angry?"

"Uh...we failed to uphold the contract properly, it's almost as if we were set up, turning what was originally a unity within Astartes into an alliance, practically creating a new political entity within the Empire..."

Normally, Leo would never dare to say something like that.

After all, this statement is too dangerous, especially the phrase "new political entity," which is almost an open declaration that they are going to establish a second empire!

Lynch was unaware of Leo's thoughts; otherwise, he would have simply smiled and then, in a voice no one could hear, quipped that it was actually the "Third Reich," since the Second Reich had existed and had ended.

“Don’t worry about this,” Lin Qi said. Although he didn’t know what Leo was thinking, he could guess what it was. “Although the emergence of the alliance was unexpected, in the end, it was actually a good thing.”

"In the time since the Alliance was founded, many battlefields of the Empire have become more efficient because of it. Dozens of worlds have been saved as a result, and countless mortals have truly gained the protection of the Empire. Our enemies have been wiped out, and we have planted our flags on the enemy's hilltops. This is the benefit of the Alliance."

Lin Qi stopped tapping on the table, looked up, and looked seriously at the people in front of him.

"Sometimes, you can't just look at the bad effects of things; you can also look at the good effects, understand?"

At this point, Lin Qi paused, and finally spoke, reassuring everyone present.

"Don't worry, the fact that the Alliance has been able to develop means that someone is happy to see it. Don't forget my identity. Although I am now an Astartes like you, before that, I was God's chosen one and could represent His will."

The identity of the Emperor's Chosen was brought out once again, and, as always, it worked well.

Leo's expression immediately relaxed. It could be said that after receiving these words, most of his original worries disappeared.

After all, within the empire, no matter how much a planet is not governed by the empire, as long as it worships the emperor, then the words and actions permitted by this "god" are the greatest authority.

Leo also recalled the rumors about the palace guards, and now it seemed that those rumors were probably not just rumors, but real events.

The last bit of worry vanished. At Lynch's signal, Leo led his men out of the office, and soon, only Lynch remained in the empty space.

Lin Qi breathed a sigh of relief and sat down in the chair prepared for him.

It was a marble chair, with other materials scattered around it. Lynch recognized adamantite—the material used to forge the keel of warships, now luxuriously used in a chair.

However, the use of precious materials does not mean that the chair will be comfortable. In fact, the moment he sat down, a strong sense of coldness penetrated the power armor on his buttocks and rushed directly to the top of Lynch's head.

It's a little uncomfortable, but it suits my body type, so it's acceptable.

Lin Qi thought to himself, and Horus appeared and spoke slowly.

“I agree with what Leon said,” said the Wolf God. “A king should not be sitting comfortably.”

Lynch didn't speak; he picked up a data panel in front of him. It contained all the information Leo and his team had gathered while he was away, as well as the important operations the chapter was about to undertake.

He quickly finished browsing through it, then put down the data panel, looked at Horus, and shrugged slightly.

"I am indeed not comfortable sitting here right now, but I am not some kind of king. I am just an ordinary person who came to this position by chance."

"hehe."

Horus did not refute, but calmly spoke up about something important.

"I have found the last piece of my soul."

Lin Qi's expression immediately turned serious.

"where?"

"The spirit of vengeance."

Lin Qi remained silent, then finally let out a relieved sigh.

"Yes."

He spoke with emotion.

"Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. If something cannot be found in the passage of time, then it must already exist in the present, and most likely exists where its other parts have disappeared."

Now it was the two of them who fell silent. They chose to avoid the topic, because if they were to forcefully attack the Vengeful Spirit now, they would only be easy prey.

Souls are different from other objects, especially souls like Primarchs, which contain the essence of the warp.

Lin Qi thought about it and shook his head slightly.

We'll have to meet Abaddon sooner or later; we'll make plans then.

What are your thoughts on the league?

"The Imperial Guards' deployment indicates that Father acknowledges its existence, and perhaps even..."

"Even what?"

"It's nothing, let's leave it at that for now. The existence of the alliance is a good thing. It has a youthful quality and vitality, which is what the current empire lacks."

Horus said, looking at Lynch, and offered his opinion.

"I think your primary task right now is to quickly take over everything regarding Starclaw. Taking over a chapter isn't something you can just do by showing up and shouting 'I'm back' to the warriors. You'll probably be busy for the next few days."

"I know."

Lynch looked at Horus and sighed sadly.

Back when he was still a mortal, he had already experienced the mental and physical exhaustion that comes with managing a warband.

It was around that time that he understood why Guilliman's hair had turned white during that period.

However, I'm doing relatively well; currently, I only have one battle group.

As for what happens in the future...

Who knows?

Lynch picked up the data panel again and opened a message that indicated Asford was in charge of a major chapter operation to be launched in two months.

Fortunately, I can also take that opportunity to thoroughly observe and understand the battle group.

Oh, and there's surgery too.

With this in mind, Lin Qi summoned the Servant Skull and sent a message, asking the chief Star Speaker of the warband to come and see him now.

He wanted to send a message to Kaul to let him know he was safe, and also to ask for a copy of his technical skills.

Let's start Astartes' upgrade early!

Chapter 138 New Recruit Selection (Part 1)

The young boy is dreaming.

Dreams are a very peculiar thing. Sometimes they reflect a person's inner desires, sometimes they reflect what a person has experienced in the past day, and sometimes they even gently lift the veil of fate, revealing a corner of the future to a lucky or unlucky mortal.

The young boy found himself standing on a grassy field shrouded in mist, a distinct chill and a slight pressure emanating from his ankles, indicating that water was spreading beneath his feet—lots of water.

The boy carefully bent down and scooped up some water with his hands. He looked around, took a few steps forward, and then forcefully threw the water over his head, letting it fall from the sky to the ground like a shooting star.

Dense ripples appeared on the calm water, and at the same time, the mist began to dissipate. The young boy gazed into the distance and finally saw a blurry but unmistakably present building in the distance.

The boy took steps, inching closer to the building. Although there was grass and shallow water beneath his feet, strangely, every step he took was very steady. He didn't stumble or fall to the ground despite the mud that should have been there.

The boy arrived before the blurry building. He looked up and realized that it was actually an ancient-style church. Unlike the church his father often took him to, this church had no ornate decorations, and no mythological or epic carvings were made on the doors. It gave the impression of a dilapidated wooden hut.

But it is a church.

The boy stepped onto the church steps, his bare feet emerging from the water, from which faint, mournful cries of despair could be heard.

The church doors opened automatically, as if welcoming the boy. The boy took a deep breath, the cold air filling his lungs, causing his face to change drastically. He then bent over, his body coughing violently like a shrimp.