Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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Those braided cables were firmly fixed deep within the wearer's head; they weren't connected to electrical cables, but rather were part of the brain itself. One cable connected to the spine, while the others wrapped around the cerebellum, thalamus, and the entire hypothalamus. However, they didn't serve any significant function; their sole purpose was...

That is to torment the wearer, making them commit more killings.

Evil and barbaric, isn't it?

Fingers were deeply embedded in the skull, clusters of golden flames burning and battling against the red energy. A continuous crackling sound echoed, each crack causing sparks to fly from the cables, burning all the way to the spikes on the spine. Angron had a strange feeling, like a young girl being violated, as if something important had been taken from her.

Angron began to scream loudly. He was unwilling to accept what was about to happen. He had experienced such a scene ten thousand years ago, and he was unwilling to experience it a second time. So much so that he let out a shameful sound, a sound of... begging for mercy.

Almost pleading, Anglong spoke.

"No........"

But Horus showed no mercy.

Angron began to fall, with incredible speed, and in the process, Horus finally accomplished his final task. He pulled out the savage metal construct—the demon's head exploded, brain matter mixed with blood splattering everywhere, scattering across every corner of the battlefield. The demon's wings flapped once more, but it was only a twitch, like the involuntary spasm of a corpse.

His claws loosened, and all the struggle ceased.

On the battlefield, everything fell silent because of what was happening before their eyes.

Amidst the smoke and dust, a tall figure rose from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood. Everyone held their breath, and when the figure, radiating white light, spread its wings and took flight, the Empire's army began to cheer, while the Chaos' army suffered a significant drop in morale.

Khorne looked at everything before him and clicked his tongue.

Angron is resurrecting, but that doesn't matter; he still has other archdemons he can send out.

“Kabanha…”

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a sense of crisis for no apparent reason. He lowered his head and, without realizing it, a mortal soul had appeared before his throne, holding a crystal heart in its hand.

"Khorne".

"That's what the mortal said, a ferocious smile on his face."

"I'm here to poke your hook."

Chapter 195 Khorne, I'm Here to Hook You Up

"Khorne, I'm here to poke your hook."

Khorne gazed at the mortal soul beneath the throne, at the azure heart in the other's hand, at the unreadable features in the eyes that held boundless rage, blood, and war, and a rare, unexpected emotion appeared.

Coming to the foot of the Brass Throne is something every Blood God believer longs for, and to do so, they often need to undergo eight trials, which have a name: the Eightfold Path.

Every warrior who has experienced the complete Eightfold Path is the most powerful and formidable warrior, hero, and valiant in the mortal realm and the warp. They have slain one enemy after another, spilling their blood on planet after planet, world after world, and only then have the opportunity to stand before the throne and witness the Blood God with their own eyes.

Now, before the throne, a strange mortal appeared. He spoke strange and blasphemous words, and there was clearly no trace of the Blood God's blessing on him—a stowaway—Khorne immediately understood the man's identity, and his brows furrowed slightly.

And that heart... He sensed a repulsive aura emanating from it.

cunning and treacherous.

Khorne sneered. What kind of trouble is that damned blue mollusk trying to cause me now?

Forget it, I have other things to do, I'll leave it to my subordinates.

Khorne shifted his gaze, but before doing so, he summoned a bloodthirsty berserker. This was an enormous demon with the head of a bull and the body of a human, wielding a whip and a greatsword, and, filled with rage, launched an attack on the target designated by its master.

Facing the menacing, bloodthirsty demon, Lin Qi, who appeared incredibly fragile, showed no sign of panic on his face.

In the warp, the demons' power is amplified countless times; in fact, the power they display in the warp is their true power.

A single strike can destroy a continental shelf, a roar can unleash a tsunami, and a single thought can reshape life.

Demons, especially the Four Gods themselves and their chief demons, are just that powerful and monstrous.

Fortunately, with the leverage provided by Tzeentch, Lin Qi now has the qualifications to compete with them.

Hopefully, He didn't leave any tricks behind, and since the Emperor didn't choose to stop him, there probably won't be any problems.

Lin Qi sighed softly, and then crushed the glass heart in his hand.

The heart shattered into dazzling fragments, gradually disappearing before Lin Qi's eyes.

Nothing unusual happened or appeared; the demon charged forward with undiminished momentum. However, Lin Qi showed no sign of panic, as if he had no idea that his fragile soul would be completely annihilated by the demon's attack.

The bloodthirsty demon flapped its wings and soared into the sky, using its acceleration to swoop down towards Lin Qi. It lashed out with its long whip, the sound of it tearing through the air so loud that even the bloodsuckers on the edge of the Demon Realm could clearly hear it. This strike contained enough power to shatter an entire star; if it were to strike a mortal, it would be enough to kill them billions of times over.

But when the blow landed in front of Lynch, something amazing happened.

At that moment, time seemed to stretch out infinitely. The speed at which the destructive whip fell was slowed a million times, to the point that even mortals could see it clearly. In this world where time was stretched out, Lin Qi raised his hand at a normal pace, placed his fingers in front of the falling whip, and then slowly uttered an ancient syllable from his throat.

This syllable sounds incredibly strange, as if it contains countless variations, as if someone had sewn ten thousand worlds into a small ball—it's so complex and unbelievable.

However, this syllable represents the most extreme application of psionic power in the material universe and subspace.

"die."

This is what the syllable means in Gaugothic.

Starting with the whip, the bloodthirsty demon watched helplessly as its body began to dissipate bit by bit. Its eyes widened as it realized that this dissipation was different from the past—this time, it wasn't just its physical form that was disappearing; along with it, a part of its essence was also vanishing.

So where did those vanished essences go?

Lin Qi let out a long breath, feeling his increasingly powerful psionic energy, as well as the faint blue feathers and golden flames appearing on his arm, and smiled wryly.

There are eight more chances...

Looking up at Khorne on the brass throne, Lin Qi took another step forward without hesitation.

"Khorne!" he shouted again, this time amplified by psychic energy, making his voice resonate throughout the entire Khorne's domain. "I told you! I'm here to stab you in the back!"

On the bronze throne, Khorne's massive body stirred.

The next moment, with a tremendous tremor, the entire Demon Realm shook as it was affected by its master's emotions. The armories that had been continuously producing weapons began to collapse, the people fighting in the arena stopped their slaughter, the demons ceased their roars, and the Devourer of Worlds forcibly suppressed the devastation of the Butcher's Nails, shifting its gaze to focus on the very center of the Demon Realm.

Khorne gripped the armrests of the throne with both hands, and then, it seemed as if blood began to drip from his body. This blood, like a waterfall, gathered at his feet, eventually forming a crimson carpet.

"You... are not an ordinary person."

Khorne doesn't speak, or rather, it essentially lacks a mouth. But it doesn't need one; here, if it so desires, its thoughts can reach the minds of any living being.

"That mollusk is willing to help you even though it's like this... If you don't provoke me or get involved with it, then I'll be happy to tell you what your true nature is."

Khorne raised his hand, and a raging inferno appeared. In Lynch's vision, a dazzling blood-red light began to appear in the hand of this guy, who looked like the final boss of a Souls-like game from his previous life. Then, countless forces from all around the Demon Realm began to converge into his palm, eventually slowly forming the prototype of a sword.

The Blood God's eyes were filled with countless rages, but it did not roar or make any awe-inspiring declarations. It simply swung its sword, just as it had countless years ago when this weapon was first forged and its forger first wielded it to cut off the head of its enemy.

Ordinary yet extraordinary, weak yet not weak.

The power of this sword strike was merely enough to create a storm that spanned countless light-years and star fields in subspace.

Facing this sword strike, Lin Qi closed his eyes.

He gave up?

not at all.

Long ago, Lynch had already come to understand a part of his true nature.

However, for many reasons, he cannot fully harness this essential power. This is also why, before this, he would fall into a coma after using his special abilities to a certain extent in the material universe.

But now, Tzeentch has helped him overcome his shortcomings, allowing him to use his power without restraint and create miracles and feats that are impossible for ordinary people.

Should he thank Tyrant?

It shouldn't be said that Tzeentch did this; rather, it's more accurate to say that he was making amends.

Greed dissolves, an invisible distortion...

Ah.

With a cold laugh, Lin Qi mustered his strength.

The left arm exploded violently, but no blood or flesh splattered out. Instead, a ball of pure energy constantly shifted and changed. This ball of energy looked so strange, as if it shouldn't be like this. It should have been endlessly changing and making everything unpredictable, but at this moment, under the will of its master, it began to change in one direction, towards a fixed form.

The demonic sword of Khorne had already descended before them. During its descent, the sword, which was originally only in its rudimentary form, underwent hundreds of reforgings. In the moment before it was about to complete its mission, it had transformed into a chaotic artifact forged together endless blood and rage.

Such a divine artifact is the most powerful in the entire Chaos Realm. Even demons of average strength will explode and enter a casting state the moment they touch it. Only the most powerful demons and demon princes can barely use it, and only the four great gods and the legendary cursed ones can wield it freely.

Its power was invincible, but at this moment, Khorne used it against a "mortal".

The mortal's only remaining right hand was clenched in a fist, while the energy transformed from his left arm finally completed its transformation—it too became a sword, looking just like the swift swords used by mortals, with a slender blade, a sharp tip, and a suitable guard. If this were in the material universe, knowledgeable people would surely praise this sword as being crafted by a skilled blacksmith. However, in the chaotic demon realm, and against a chaotic artifact forged by a god himself, this sword was now facing a forged chaotic artifact.

Lucky or unlucky?

The answer was revealed the moment the two swords clashed.

There was no shockwave, no incredibly powerful phenomenon, and no scene of the earth and sky being torn apart.

Khorne felt a strange sensation emanating from the blade of his weapon. Indeed, he felt a power, but it was neither heavy nor strange; rather, it was a normal, mortal power.

A force that he should have easily crushed.

At this moment, Khorne fully understood everything before him.

"hehe........."

It smiled.

The laughter of a god echoed throughout the warp, but it filled his followers with terror. The god, representing endless wrath, laughed; what in this world could be more bizarre and terrifying?

The answer is, of course, no.

Khorne did not retract his sword; he looked down at Lin Qi and subtly conveyed a message.

"You're not dead."

Lin Qi forced a smile.

"What, are you surprised I'm not dead?"

"No, that's not true. Your death would be a bad thing," Khorne conveyed his message. "However, you are not the same person you used to be. The one who came gave you too much humanity, just like the cursed one."

Khorne raised the sword in his hand, looking down at Lin Qi and conveying his consciousness.

"Horus is probably your masterpiece... Indeed, turning the impossible into the possible, and the non-existent into the existent, is your power."

"But unfortunately, because of your current state, I have to kill you. I will not allow your resurrection. This great game does not need more participants. Perhaps you will have a place in the next era."

Lin Qi looked at Khorne, listened to his will, and shook his head slightly.

“No offense… Kobolds…” Lin Qi took a deep breath, raised his head, and flashed an incredibly bright smile. “Let me tell you the hell, I’m not interested in any great games. My purpose in coming here from the very beginning was to rip your hook apart!!!”

Khorne's movements slowed for a moment, then a cold light flashed in his eyes.