Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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For many years, Angron silently endured this pain. This made his endurance unprecedented; for him, losing an arm or having all his arms cut off made little difference.

Angron roared, brandishing his black sword forward with his intact hand. The posture resembled an embrace with his brother. The Wolf God spread his wings and soared into the sky, followed closely by the Crimson Sand Angel.

The two wreaked havoc across the battlefield, slamming into a flying Thunderhawk, overturning a troop transport filled with chaotic corruption, and even breaking through the glass dome on the Titan. In the astonished gaze of the Mechanic, they finally burst out and destroyed an entire Warlord-class Titan.

Blade against blade, sparks flew. Each clash traced an arc in the air, a breathtaking beauty. In that instant, just a fleeting moment, Angron was lost in memories—memories of the years before he left Nukelia, a time when, though nailed to the ground, he was still a true human.

Back then, he had his brothers and his family. They would gather around a campfire in a mountain cave, telling stories and joking in their rough local dialect. He was incredibly peaceful then, even as the nails buzzed and gnawed at his flesh. He could feel an unparalleled tranquility.

But the Emperor's arrival changed everything; it was forcibly taken away. Without any reason, he was forced to participate in a so-called Great Crusade, leaving behind his brothers and family fighting on the surface, watching helplessly as they were slaughtered by slave owners.

Emperor, I hate you.

You caused me so much pain, and in the end, you made me fight for you.

You made me betray my brothers, you made me, a beast, devour and lead a legion.

You're just a bastard.

Horus pierced him, the cold blade striking Angron's chest at a tricky angle. The Wolf God exhaled a long breath; his psionic powers had given him an opportunity to unleash his previous strike.

Blood seeped from the corner of Angron's mouth. At this moment, he saw his brother's face for the first time ten thousand years later—it was an absolutely unfamiliar face, but the aura emanating from him was enough to let anyone know that he was the person from back then.

"Go to hell, my brother."

Horus spoke in a gentle tone, as if he were giving a gift.

"Let me free you from this pain."

The gentle voice was one that Angron felt he had never heard before.

No, he had heard it before.

That was the voice of his gladiator adoptive father speaking to him.

"Angron".

This is the call from the adoptive father.

"Angron".

Father... what do you want me to do?

"Kill your opponent, kill him, kill him, kill him!"

The nails buzzed as Angron forced a weak smile onto his face. He looked at his opponent, and his opponent looked at him; they both understood each other's current state.

The second round has just begun.

Chapter 193 Khorne, let me give you a back massage!

Warp, the Realm of Khorne

In a secluded corner devoid of any magical traces, a small black computer suddenly appeared, and as time passed, the black dot grew larger and larger, eventually forming a human figure.

Lynch walked across the scorched earth, looking at the bronze throne that was still some distance away, and at the antisocial dog-headed man sitting on it who was half-paralyzed but not like dried-up jerky. He sighed helplessly.

His current task is both very simple and very difficult.

The key is that he only needs to find a way to get Khorne's attention, so that he can no longer concentrate his power and keep the warp rift that he forcibly opened going.

The difficulty lies in... how he can extricate himself after completing this task.

No, there's another task before we can escape.

That is, how to gain the attention of tyranny.

Lin Qi immediately thought of several methods. For example, the first and simplest one was to directly enter the Khorne's domain, kill 888 Khorne demons before Khorne could react, and pile their heads up to form a mound of skulls.

If this is something that even the Primarch and even the Emperor himself have never done, then Khorne might actually abandon the Primarch's ongoing, unprecedented bludgeoning campaign and turn to see what this little guy in his Demon Realm is up to.

However, this method is just wishful thinking. Let alone 888, even 88, 8, or even a single Khorne would be extremely difficult for Lin Qi to deal with at this moment.

Then we have to think of other solutions.

Lin Qi let out a long breath. In the subspace, he was currently in a soul state, and his semi-transparent body looked very strange. He also lacked the ability to inhale and exhale.

However, after he performed the act of breathing, a hazy mist still appeared in front of him, which he exhaled and then inhaled back.

Lin Qi lowered his head in thought. He wasn't worried about being discovered by the enemy. His psionic energy protected him and allowed him to successfully block most of their gazes. In the Khorne Demon Realm, apart from Khorne and a few of the top-tier demons, almost no other beings could detect him.

However, this does not mean that he has enough time to think. On the contrary, his time is very tight. In fact, if Khorne had not been so interested in the battle between Angron and Horus on the battlefield, he could have sent out one or more Archmages to end the battle at an incredibly fast pace.

Therefore, he needs to find a solution as soon as possible; if all else fails, then he'll only have the immediate option...

Lin Qi gritted his teeth and finally sighed helplessly.

Completely liberate your true nature and let your aura attract Khorne.

However, in that case, there would be no way for him to escape Khorne's power. As one of the most powerful beings in the warp, Khorne would use his power to completely annihilate him the moment he discovered him.

Even if it doesn't perish, it will be sealed away and imprisoned.

The reason for doing so is actually very simple.

That is, he will not allow another being, like an emperor, to appear in the subspace, qualified to participate in this great game.

That was a challenge and provocation to his position.

However, Lin Qi also knew that he was not entirely without a chance.

For example, the guy who appears behind me now has brought me an opportunity for success.

A gentle breeze appeared in the Khorne Demon Realm. This breeze was so out of place with the surrounding environment that its owner had to hide his figure to avoid being discovered by the enemy.

Lin Qi turned around, looked at the blue feather slowly falling from the sky, reached out and caught it.

The blue feather feels light and airy in your hand, but it's more than that. Every minute, every second, even every nanosecond, the sensation of this blue feather is constantly changing.

He can be as light as a feather, or as heavy as Mount Tai; he can even become as hard as rock and as soft as cotton.

This also represents a quality of his owner.

Ever-changing and unpredictable, its essence and instinct are constant change.

"Come out."

Lin Qi spoke calmly, looking at the empty space in front of him.

“I know you’re here. You’re carrying your master’s orders and his things, aren’t you? Tell me the orders, then hand over the things, and you can get out of here.”

The void before him distorted, and a blue bird several meters tall appeared in front of Lin Qi. Its body was undoubtedly enormous for a mortal, with layers upon layers of blue feathers containing countless eyes, giving one the feeling that they were being watched at all times.

The large blue bird had two enormous heads, both bird heads. They stared at Lin Qi, seemingly spying on him. Their massive bodies also gave off a strong sense of oppression, but their attitude was extremely respectful, even showing a hint of indescribable humility.

"grown ups."

Tzeentch's chief archdeacon, Carlos, spoke, lowering his head and pressing his body to an angle relatively parallel to Lynch's.

“My master didn’t give any orders; he just told me to give this to you.”

A gleaming heart appeared in Carlos's hand. It looked very much like a normal heart, but it shimmered with dazzling multicolored light, giving it a texture like glass.

Lynch took the heart, placed it in his hand, and, under Carlos's frightened gaze, tossed it up and down a few times.

"And then what?"

Lynch looked at Carlos and continued to ask.

Carlos swallowed hard, and finally sighed helplessly.

“There’s more.” A strange artifact appeared in Carlos’s hand. It looked like a round disc, but with significant differences. “This is a map. It can help you get to the area beneath the Brass Throne.”

“Once we get there,” Carlos sighed deeply. “Master said you’d know what to do.”

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Meanwhile, in the skies above Galmec, the battle between the Red Angels and the Wolf Gods continued.

They chased each other at low altitude, less than an arm's length away from their followers, so fast that the troops below became blurry afterimages. Angron wielded his black blade, carving a long furrow in the earth, causing countless Astartes and mortals to perish on the spot. Their mangled corpses lay scattered on the ground, their souls flowing into their own domains in the Warp or into the ravenous maws of greedy beings.

Without warning, Horus suddenly rose and flew upwards.

“This is your chance… my son, my adopted son, my pride. Let him weep, let him wail, let his blood be a gift to me.”

The Red Lord ignored his father's words, or rather, he was no longer able to hear anything. The nails gnawed at his brain, causing him unprecedented pain and rage.

His senses were heightened to their peak at this moment. He could clearly feel the soul of the person in front of him, the flickering of his brother's soul, and the ripples caused by sweet exhaustion.

As the war progressed, the Wolf God was already exhausted... Yes, his power was waning and weakening, and he was showing signs of fatigue. After all, his body was not the true original body, and even if he relied on the power of spiritual energy to forcibly enhance it, it was ultimately just a tree without roots and water without a source.

The demon quickened its pace, flying into the polluted wind. Anti-aircraft fire crisscrossed around it, and the warriors of the Star Claws fought desperately to help their chapter leader and father, but such efforts were futile in this battle of gods. A laser beam suddenly appeared from the ground, piercing through a Stormbird in flight and hurtling straight toward Horus.

Horus dodged the laser attack and even skillfully circled around, successfully causing the enraged Angron to crash into the aftershocks of the laser.

The laser left a dark mark on Angron's body, causing him slight damage and allowing him to taste the souls that had died within it.

This was insignificant to him; healing wounds was no harder than breathing. Behind him, the Stormbird, torn in two, plummeted from the sky, the largest fragment landing beside an Imperial super-heavy Poisonblade tank and exploding against the thick Void Shield. All sorts of debris would rain down on the warriors' heads, but Angron knew nothing of it and did not care to know.

"Don't let me down, Angron."

The thing started chattering again, urging Angron on as if everything was under its control. Angron paid no attention to it. In the midst of the battle, a moment of clarity dawned on his mind, allowing him to successfully recall something.

That means his adoptive father was dead, he died many years ago, and he killed him with his own hands.

The chase continued as they passed through the deathly clouds spewed by the fallen Titans and entered the black smoke and white plasma fire.

The billowing smoke could not obscure the radiance of Horus's soul. Angron was very close, extremely close, close enough for him to grin, revealing jagged teeth protruding from his bleeding gums.

As they hovered in this burning, suffocating atmosphere, only one of them would feel the burning and suffocation. Thinking this, the demon opened its maw and let out a dragon-like roar. The sound was one of ecstasy and instinct, an unfiltered emotion that tasted more like victory than anger.

And so, the next moment, Horus suddenly reached out and pulled something from the battlefield. Then he turned sharply and hurled the spear in his hand.

The spear pierced the air, striking the demon's mouth. It wasn't enveloped in deadly golden flames; the time hadn't been long enough for Horus to draw upon his father's power. This spear throw successfully shattered most of the demon's teeth.

His tongue was severed from his throat and passed through the back of his head, breaking his spine as well. Angron fell from the sky in astonishment, as if he had no bones.

Angron crashed heavily to the ground, creating a large crater between the two warring armies. His massive body killed at least a hundred warriors from both sides. The Imperial warriors roared as they charged forward, hoping to take this opportunity to leave at least a small scar on the demonic Primarch, while the Chaos warriors roared as they charged forward, protecting the Blood Angel and fighting alongside the enemy.

But Angron was completely oblivious to all of this, and didn't even react much.

Crimson energy surged, and then a complete arm appeared on Angron's severed arm. He gripped the spear with his claws, and a roar erupted from the spot where it had pierced him;

In those helpless seconds, his voice and movements were as foolish as a wild beast, thrashing about in the dust. The pulled gun was covered in pus disguised as blood, and the demon's flesh hissed on its silver surface.

The demon's body has begun to reshape and regenerate, and some supernatural process continues to power his existence.