Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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This is outrageous! Why haven't they seen anything as outrageous as Astartes? Aren't these guys the sons of the Primarch?

Astartes led the three Eldar prophets along a hidden path, traversing dense buildings and houses on the surface, and finally entered an underground passage where he activated a mechanism.

The sound of gears turning filled the air, and the three prophets realized they were ascending. When the mechanism stopped and the door opened, they found themselves in an incredibly spacious and enormous reception room.

The three prophets followed Astartes out, and at that moment, Lysian and Quirindras suddenly changed their expressions.

Their skin turned pale, and their breathing became heavy. They looked at each other and saw that each other's bodies were trembling slightly.

There is no doubt that they felt the same thing.

Their souls and psychic powers were telling them that if they continued forward, they would see an incredibly terrifying being that would be unforgettable for the rest of their lives.

The old prophet walked up to the two men, reached out, and placed his hand on their shoulders.

The power of psychic energy flowed through their bodies, stabilizing their physical condition.

"You are about to meet him, so stay calm."

The old prophet spoke.

"Don't leave a bad impression on him, understand?"

The two took a deep breath and nodded heavily.

Astartes stood still, watching the three Eldar communicate in their own language. Only after they finished speaking did he resume his task of guiding them.

They passed through the huge reception hall, through a small door, and arrived at a secluded little room on the side of the reception hall.

"My lord," Astartes knocked on the door and spoke politely, "they have arrived."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Afu. You can go and keep watch at the gate."

A gentle voice rang out, but it made all three prophets present tense.

The door to the small room opened, and the three Eldar prophets saw a giant sitting inside. This giant was much taller than Astartes, and his physical strength was undoubtedly formidable. However, what was more important to the three prophets was the intimidation emanating from his soul.

"Oh my god..."

Lysian couldn't believe it.

"How can this be?"

"Nothing is impossible, Eldar."

The giant, or rather Lynch, looked at his alien partner with a calm tone.

“In a few days, representatives from various forces of the Empire will be sitting here. They will join me in a battle, and as per the agreement, so will you.”

Lynch ignored the two prophets behind him and focused all his attention on Eldrad Uslan.

"The old prophet?"

“It is an honor, sir. You know my title.”

"Your High Gothic is quite good."

"Thanks for the compliment."

"I need to talk to you alone."

"You two go out first."

The two young prophets left the room with trembling steps, their faces filled with fear and worry.

After the door closed, the old prophet bowed to Lynch, not in the Eldar way, but in the Eagle salute of the human empire.

"Sir, is there something you want to say to me privately?"

"...Do you know my true nature?"

“You did hide it very well, or rather, if you hadn’t actively released your aura, neither I, Lysian, nor Quirindras would have been able to detect it.”

“I didn’t say that this time.” Lynch stared at the old prophet. “The previous psionic communication, you should have known my true nature back then.”

The old prophet smiled slightly, neither confirming nor denying.

Many speculations arose in Lynch's mind. If someone knew his true nature even before he did, then someone else must have informed the old prophet through some means.

As for what the old prophet himself discerned...

Unlikely.

And who is that other person?

Lin Qi initially thought it was the God of Laughter, then he felt it was the Emperor, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that both were involved.

After all, the two sides share many common interests, and it would be strange if they didn't cooperate.

Forget it, even if I asked, I probably wouldn't get any answers. Let things take their course and finish the current war first.

Lin Qi shook his head, then took out a piece of parchment.

"This is a license. With it, you and your men can disguise yourselves as traveling merchants and join this expedition."

Lin Qi looked at the old prophet and spoke.

"However, you should not show yourselves too much in public. I don't need your involvement in the previous battles of the Net Road. The real opportunity for you to play your role will come when we attack Comoros."

Chapter 151 A meeting between wind and cloud

take it easy.

With a stiff expression, Julius Caesar raised his hand to straighten his tuxedo. This outfit wasn't originally in his wardrobe; it had been hastily made for him by a tailor by his parents not long ago when he returned to the city.

However, it seems to be a measurement error. The clothes are a bit tight on my body now. The curves of my muscles are outlined, and to avoid feeling stuffy, one button on the chest has been unbuttoned, revealing a little bit of the flesh below.

“You look like... a male prostitute serving the ladies on the top floor of the hive city right now.”

"You look much better, don't you? Your Excellency Lancelot."

Caesar retorted angrily, glancing at his companion standing to the side, dressed in a black tuxedo.

Lancelot tied his long black hair into a ponytail, with two strands of hair hanging down his sides that swayed slightly in the wind. Combined with his handsome face, he gave the impression of a knight from the works of poets and opera singers.

Caesar slowly shifted his gaze, his eyes rolling upwards as he looked at the ceiling. He said nothing, but forcefully fastened the undone button on his shirt with both hands.

He expressed his thoughts and words in a different way.

Lancelot found it slightly amusing, but he suppressed the urge to continue teasing him. He strode to the lockers in the dressing room and used his access privileges to open one of them. He then took out a formal coat.

"Put them on." Lancelot handed them to Caesar. "Otherwise, if the buttons on your chest suddenly pop off because of your pectoral muscles, I believe that Senior Asford and the other seniors will beat you so badly on the training ground that you won't be able to get out of bed for a month."

"It's not that serious."

Caesar muttered something, but still honestly reached out and took the coat from Lancelot's hand, putting it on.

The black coat was a size too big, successfully preventing Caesar from experiencing the awkward situation of his chest being stretched uncomfortably by his pectoral muscles. He let out a long breath, looked at Lancelot, and his expression became serious.

"Thank you, Lord Lancelot."

"...Don't talk like that if you want to keep wearing this coat."

A smug smile appeared on Caesar's face. He walked towards the dressing room door first, but to his surprise, as soon as he opened the door, he found Asford standing there, also dressed in a formal suit, with a calm expression.

"Senior Asford."

"teacher."

The two men in the locker room bowed and greeted each other. Asford glanced at them, seemingly checking if there was anything wrong with their attire.

Three seconds later, Asford finished his inspection—at least from his perspective, the two men's clothing was not problematic and conformed to the image and attitude of a warband when receiving other forces.

However, he still had to offer a heads-up about what would happen in about an hour in Terra.

After all, aside from the Claws of the Stars, perhaps only the founding chapters and the renowned Grand Chapters of the entire Empire have experience with such matters.

“Listen carefully.” Asford’s expression was serious. “You two, chosen as representatives of the new recruits, will go to orbit with me, Lord Lynch, the Chief Think Tank, the Hidden Master, and the Honor Guard to welcome the various forces that have arrived in Badab.

“This is the first time I’ve experienced something like this, or rather, it’s the first time for the entire Star Claw.” Asford paused, his tone softening slightly. “I’m not trying to put pressure on you, but remember, we’re going to be facing more than a dozen different chapters, as well as commanders from the Astral Army and the Navy, and the director of the Forging World.”

Asford took a deep breath and delivered his formal instructions.

"Don't embarrass Lord Lynch and the warband, understand?"

Caesar and Lancelot nodded solemnly, clearly taking Asford's words to heart.

Asford breathed a sigh of relief. The instructions he had just given were not only to the two selected recruits, but also to himself.

He strode forward, leading the new recruits through the long corridor toward the Thorn King's Palace's control scales—although almost everyone else who was to greet the outsiders had arrived, except for the three of them. However, they hadn't chosen to set off yet, because they were all waiting for the arrival of the last person, the most crucial one.

Asford stood in the queue, and fifteen minutes later, accompanied by a series of heavy footsteps, Lynch, dressed in a tuxedo, appeared at the edge of the scale and walked steadily to the front of the queue.

Without much instruction, the leader of the Star Claws chapter looked around at his warriors and then gave orders.

"Set off."

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“If only I had known.” The chapter leader of the Man-Eating Shark looked at his “ally” beside him and forced a smile. “I should have brought all my guards.”

“I suppose you don’t want to lose face at the parade later,” Ortiz, the Red Scorpion Commander, said somewhat casually. “Commander Lynch’s idea is indeed excellent; a parade can quickly bring us closer. I’ve chosen my company to participate. What about you, Tiberius? Which company did you choose?”

Tiberius's smile changed, turning from a gentle smile into a malicious one.

“I chose the triple,” Tiberius said softly, answering Red Scorpion’s question. “They played a crucial role in the last battle, so I’m awarding them this honor and a well-deserved rest.”

Ortiz's expression remained unchanged, but he simply stopped speaking. Tiberius also chose not to engage in conversation, resulting in a strange silence between the two chapter commanders. Neither of them chose to break the silence. And judging from their postures and eyes, they were both actually deep in thought at this moment.

They pondered the battle commander, Lin Qi. Several years had passed since they last met, and they knew he had completed his transformation surgery, turning from an ordinary mortal chosen by God into the Emperor's Death Angel.

But just how much has changed about the other person?

The two were unaware, or rather, currently traveling in their Thunderhawk and landing craft to the orbits of Badab and the Astartes or mortals on the ground, no one knew the answer to this question.

However, one thing is undeniable.

That is, when they meet, Lin Qi will surely leave those who have seen him before speechless with shock.

Minutes later, a distinct scraping sound came from the outer deck of the landing ship—a sound that only occurs when it makes contact with the ground. The appearance of this sound meant one thing: the Red Scorpions and the Man-Eating Sharks inside the ship had successfully reached their destination.

The indicator light at the top turned yellow. A minute later, with a whooshing sound of gas being ejected, the metal wall rumbled and rose. The blinding light of the stars shone in from the outside, and in this light, the two chapter commanders saw the people waiting for them.

Tiberius and Ortiz both smiled, though the former looked somewhat wicked, while the latter appeared dignified.

However, their feelings were the same, and their eyes revealed a clear gaze untainted by self-interest.