Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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At this moment, the former mortal's expression was incredibly cold. Even though he could clearly see the warriors who had spent many years with him bleeding, wounded, and even dying on the battlefield, it didn't matter.

He knew perfectly well that now was not the time for him to join the battle. He was waiting, waiting for the enemy to lose patience and join the fray first.

At the point where the city wall had been opened, the enormous orc, as fearless as he was, stared intently at the battlefield before him. Finally, he suddenly raised his head and saw the colossal shrimp still standing on the shrimp's vehicle, along with the golden shrimps around him.

In a split second, the Ripper realized that this was the leader of the shrimps, just like himself.

Why aren't you coming down yet?

The Ripper's enormous eyes narrowed into slits. Finally, he made his decision, gripped his massive steel blade, and then, with the dozen or so of his most elite orc guards, began to run.

"Waghhhh!"

Three veterans dressed in Iron Cavalry Terminator armor spotted the running orc warlord and, without hesitation, activated the rocket launchers on their backs.

Countless small rockets were launched, raining down on the orc warlord and his guards. But strangely, the rockets all veered off course the instant they reached their enemy, flying wildly, some even hitting their own comrades in the process.

The veterans immediately realized that it was the strange force field on the orcs at work. They roared and charged at the orc warlord with their heavy weapons in hand.

Some of them managed to entangle the guards, but they soon discovered that the guards' strength was far superior to that of the orcs they had just fought, not only in terms of strength but also in terms of equipment.

But they managed to hold them off, which created an opportunity for others.

Asford gripped his greatsword with both hands, dragging it forward across the ground. A long trench was left in his wake, and all the orcs that stood in his way were sent flying, turning into a shower of blood and flesh.

"Alien! Die!"

Asford growled, then leaped off the ground with a powerful kick, his greatsword tracing a perfect arc in the air before slashing fiercely at the orc warlord's head.

The Ripper looked at the shrimp charging towards him and a cruel smile appeared on his face.

In a mere second, or even less, before Asford could react, he felt an indescribable, immense impact on his body. Blood spurted from his mouth, and he was sent flying backward like a cannonball, finally crashing to the ground, lying there lifeless.

"Asford!"

Someone screamed, but the sound was quickly drowned out by the roar of the orcs.

Looking at everything before him, Lin Qi realized that it was time for him and the Imperial Guards to enter.

He reached out his hand, and Gawain handed him the helmet. After putting it on, the internal system began to operate, and Hoffman appeared, quickly analyzing the battlefield situation for him.

"Everyone, stay away from the orc warlord and his personal guard."

"grown ups......."

Asford's voice came through the channel, sounding incredibly weak.

"Afu, lie down on the ground. The pharmacist has already gone over there."

"That...orc...is very strong..."

"I understand. Now shut up and don't say anything more."

After finishing the final reassurance, Lin Qi gripped the Judgment Sword tightly and activated the disintegration field of the spearhead.

"Let's go."

He took a deep breath and then leaped off the Stormbird.

Chapter 164 Beheading

The situation on the battlefield has become extremely tense.

The Ripper's Imperial Guards were formidable, not to mention the dozen or so of his strongest personal guards surrounding him. Clad in armor, they exceeded three meters in height, almost indistinguishable from the Imperial Guards in stature.

If left unchecked, if the Ripper can defeat the chaotic forces deep within the vortex, if it expands beyond the vortex...

That would be a real catastrophe, and in the end, there is a great possibility that the tragedy of the War of the Beasts will be staged once again within the Empire.

So now, it is going to die.

Golden-clad guards surrounded Lynch, with shield-bearers and bladed warriors leading the way, forming an impregnable dam against any orcs attempting to approach. Behind them stood watchmen wielding halberds; the guards' formidable martial prowess was on full display, each strike capable of claiming several lives, their movements as unstoppable as a raging storm.

Beside Lin Qi stood Gawain, the aged Imperial Guard who once again donned his golden armor and assumed the title of Protector of the People. He held a fortress lord's battle axe in his hand. His every strike was a powerful, heavy slash, cleaving his enemies and weapons in two.

"I need your help to hold off this orc's guards."

Lin Qi spoke succinctly. Gawain didn't respond, but he quickly gestured to the other Imperial Guards. The original formation changed; the Watchers moved to the front of the column, forming a triangular formation, charging forward like the tip of a spear.

All enemies blocking their path were torn to shreds like vegetables. In the blink of an eye, the Watchers and Shieldbearers reached the Ripper, then they dispersed in unison, taking over from the Starclaw veterans who were struggling against the powerful orcs, and joined the fray in battle.

Surprisingly, the orcs held their own against the Imperial Guard for a time. Gawain frowned, gripped the Lord's Axe, and charged into the battle, shouting to Lin Qi over the channel at the same time.

"Hurry up!"

Urged on by the Imperial Guards, Lin Qi made his move.

The distance of tens of meters was traversed in an instant, and Lin Qi arrived right in front of the Ripper. Only when he saw the orc warlord at this distance did he truly grasp the opponent's power from the most direct perspective.

Standing over 3.5 meters tall, it resembled a green, fearless mech. Its massive body was filled with powerful muscles, a steel jaw adorned with ferocious fangs, and it possessed modified mechanical claws and a menacing cleaver. The remaining flesh on these claws seemed to contain the souls of the dead, wailing in agony.

Lynch's assessment was wrong. Even the Imperial Guards would find it extremely difficult to defeat this thing.

It has come very close to that realm, the realm of a species that no longer exists in this era.

Could integrating the orcs within the Great Vortex achieve this effect?

no, I can not.

Something else must have happened, but I don't have time to delve into it now. Killing this orc, stopping his growth, and paving the way for my own campaign—that's what I need to do now.

With these thoughts in mind, Lin Qi made his move.

They were faster, stronger, and more powerful than the Imperial Guards.

The spear of judgment pierced the air, striking the Ripper's left shoulder like a meteor. An expression of disbelief appeared on the orc's狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) face; clearly, he couldn't believe he had been hit so easily.

However, the Ripper quickly realized what was happening and, with a roar, launched its own counterattack.

With a speed utterly disproportionate to its massive size, the Ripper's cleaver and giant claws tore through the air, just as its name suggested. Lynch could only see the blurry trails of its weapons as it swung them; the giant claws were like an anvil, and the cleavers like heavy hammers. The Ripper attempted to pin his enemy to the anvil, then mold him into his desired shape with repeated, devastating blows.

This is a wild beast.

Lynch kept fending off the orcs' attacks. Although he could only see blurry trajectories, with Hoffman's assistance and his body's muscle memory, he did not find it difficult to defend himself. He could even find an opening in the attack and launch a quick and fierce attack.

As he resisted each time, Lin Qi's thinking gradually began to change.

But I am a hunter.

White psionic flames appeared, and in an instant, the lightning emanating from the force field on the power spear disappeared, replaced by these flickering flames.

Lynch began to use psionic energy, employing the same techniques Horus had used when he had previously controlled his body.

The flames formed from psionic energy seemed to have no temperature; their appearance even caused the surrounding earth to freeze over with thick frost. But the moment they dissipated and came into contact with the flesh and blood piled up on the ground, they began to burn fiercely again, turning the flesh and blood into a pool of drifting ashes.

The Ripper looked at the flames on the spear and realized the danger.

"Shrimp!" it roared. "You deserve to die!"

That was the language of the orcs, which Lin Qi couldn't understand, but he could roughly guess its meaning.

“I will kill you,” he said, his voice cold. “I will bring this war to an end.”

Psychic energy surged, and Lynch's body seemed to expand at that moment. He grew taller, his physique now nearly indistinguishable from the Ripper's, perhaps even slightly taller. His spear transformed into a bolt of lightning crackling with flames, igniting the air with each strike, filling the entire space with the smell of burning.

But the Ripper was not to be outdone. It roared angrily, and its Waghhh field was operating at full capacity. The psionic flames turned to nothingness when they got close to it, and powerful attacks were weakened by 30% when they landed on it. Moreover, its attacks became increasingly fierce, and even the orcs around it became more powerful.

There was no one else around them, or rather, apart from the Imperial Guards, no one present could see their fighting movements clearly.

Attack, block, counterattack.

Attack, block, counterattack.

The moves changed constantly, but always repeated the three steps above. The power armor was covered in scratches, and blood was gushing from the Ripper's body. Finally, with the Ripper's roar, the machete blurred into a crescent moon, slicing a huge gash across Lynch's chest.

With the power armor damaged, an attack through the crack could directly strike Lynch's body.

But Lynch was faster, and he caused more damage.

The flame-wreathed spear pierced the Ripper's left shoulder, its blade hissing and emitting a deep growl like a beast that had caught its prey. Then, under its master's control, it spun like a drill, burrowing a gaping hole in its prey.

Through this hole, a person can see from one end to the other.

The orc's roar of pain came from his mouth, sounding so terrifying, so...tragic.

But for Lynch, this was the clarion call of victory.

He pressed his advantage, each thrust of his spear striking the enemy's vitals with pinpoint accuracy. The Ripper, its left arm severely wounded in the previous battle, was struggling to withstand the onslaught, but it knew it had no chance of escape. Staring at the cracks in its enemy's armor, a mad idea flashed through its mind.

The Ripper roared to the sky, and upon hearing its voice, the orcs who were fighting on the battlefield suddenly froze, then turned around abruptly and surged forward like a tide.

What does it mean?

Lin Qi used his spear to knock away an ordinary orc who was charging at him, and narrowed his eyes.

Forget it, killing you won't make a difference.

The trial was set in motion, and Lynch advanced like an invincible war chariot, crushing his enemies to dust in his rampage.

Just as countless orcs charged forward, the Ripper found the opportunity he had been looking for.

The giant claw on its hand transformed; from its palm, a steel spike shot out with lightning speed, hurtling towards the gaps in Lin Qi's armor. Faced with this sudden attack, Lin Qi's pupils contracted, and he instinctively tried to retreat, but the orcs surrounding him prevented him, leaving him with no way to dodge or hide.

puff.

Steel spikes pierced through the gaps, penetrated the flesh, and emerged from the other side of the power armor.

"grown ups!"

The veterans of Star Claw witnessed this scene and their eyes widened in fury. They rushed forward, brandishing their weapons in a rage, killing any enemy that stood in their way.

The Imperial Guards were even faster; they transformed into golden lightning bolts and rushed towards Lin Qi.

Meanwhile, at Lynch's place, the Ripper had begun to burst into unrestrained laughter.

"Shrimp!" it said triumphantly. "I won!"

Lynch remained silent. He could feel the pain coursing through his body, but he also knew that for the Ripper, this might be the prelude to victory, but...

It could also be a sign that it is about to die.

Psychic energy began to circulate, and a thick layer of frost covered the surface of the steel spikes. The Ripper sensed something was wrong and tried to pull out the spikes, but found that no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't move them an inch.

Lin Qi stood still, one hand gripping the spear, the other tightly clutching the steel spikes. In an instant, the eyes of the two leaders on the battlefield met, only an arm's length apart.

“Shrimp—” the Ripper began.