Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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A sly smile played on the mortal's face, but the warband's encrypted communication channel was in an uproar. All the warband's high-ranking members, except for the chief strategist, were pondering the exact meaning of the other man's words.

In the end, Tiberius himself spoke up and silenced the arguments.

There's something wrong with this mortal; he's definitely not just a chosen one.

Tiberius thought this to himself, and then he removed his helmet, revealing a pale and hideous face.

He forced a smile, which wasn't particularly attractive, but it contained a strange gentleness within it.

"Good day, Chosen One," he said. "It is an honor to meet you. Let me formally introduce myself. I am Tiberius, the Chapter Master of the Man-Eating Shark Chapter."

Lin Qi nodded slightly in response.

He then walked straight away from the man-eating shark formation and went to the mantis warriors on the other side, where he started chatting with them.

Tiberius put his helmet back on, took a deep breath, and regained his composure. Then, he called out to the chief think tank member who had inexplicably remained silent ever since seeing Lynch.

“Kahulangi,” the Lord of Shadows spoke solemnly. “What exactly did you see?”

Even after hearing his chapter leader's call, the chief think tank, nicknamed the Pale Nomad, remained silent until three seconds later, when he finally spoke, but he did not choose to answer the question.

“Tiberlis,” he said. “We are ending our cooperation with that judge.”

"why?"

Tiberius expressed his confusion, as the other party had questioned his proposal not long ago.

"If we want our chapter to continue to exist, then there is no room for doubt. Trust me, Tiberius. Cooperating with that chosen one is entirely beneficial to us."

"What exactly did you see?"

"........"

The pale nomad fell silent again, and just a second before he was about to make his chapter commander lose patience, he slowly squeezed out a sentence from his throat.

"hope."

He said.

“I saw the Empire… no, the hope of humanity.”

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The welcoming ceremony has concluded.

Lynch returned to his office, followed by Bell and Gawain. Gawain was visibly relaxed—clearly, for a member of the Imperial Guard, protecting others was more important than reviewing official documents.

Sitting in that slumped chair, Lynch let out a long breath. He had received a message from Badab when he first emerged from the warp—the Mantis warriors who had come to be interrogated by Terra, and the Man-eating Sharks who had brought an Inquisitor—the former weren't a problem, as their chapter leader was quite understanding; the key issue was the latter chapter.

The Man-Eating Shark Chapter is a mysterious and powerful chapter known for its cruelty and savagery.

However, at first glance, the other party didn't seem so difficult to get along with. Lin Qi even used his knowledge from his previous life to tease them a little.

Based on his experience from his previous life, Lynch roughly knew how to deal with, or rather, how to befriend, these Astartes who had been wandering in the darkness beyond the realm for years. A good chapter cooperation agreement, sufficient basic resources, and some precious, but not much to the current Star Claws, Unyielding Terminators.

These items are enough to befriend the man-eating sharks. Of course, based on what I understand, these are most likely the weapons and equipment that the warriors banished by King Coracus would readily accept, while also expressing disdain by saying that their donations do not equate to a friendship or alliance.

However, if you call them when something happens, as long as it doesn't violate their principles, they will come and provide whatever help they can.

Lynch himself wanted to befriend these powerful warriors, and if it weren't for that judge, he would have already started making arrangements for it.

However, the problem lies in the presence of a judge, which caused the whole matter to become distorted.

After all, one of the Inquisitors' nicknames is "galactic troublemaker." As a group belonging to the Inquisition and possessing immense power and prestige within the Empire, the Inquisitors are often quite eccentric. Even if the rumor that "the Inquisitors issue extermination orders at any time" was a rumor in the previous life, the very existence of such a rumor can indirectly prove a basic characteristic of this group.

The presence of an Inquisitor in Badab is not a problem; Terra's team will certainly have one. The issue is that the Inquisitor arrived early and was accompanied by a powerful Astartes Chapter.

“Tell me,” he said in a deep voice, looking at the two men before him. “What exactly is the situation with that judge? Who is he? And what is his purpose in coming to Badab?

Bell glanced at Gawain, and seeing that the other man didn't move, his lips twitched. Then he sighed and stepped forward.

“My lord,” the chief think tank said. “After arriving in Badab, that judge has only met with the Royal Guard once and hasn’t seen anyone else. A few days ago, she even left the Thorn Court with a few followers and went to Demer Hive. We sent her a notice that you were coming back, but she didn’t reply. She’s probably still in Hive and hasn’t moved.”

Lin Qi looked at Gao Wen, who spoke slowly after a few seconds of silence.

"That judge has no problem."

"What is her purpose? I always had a feeling she wasn't a good person."

"........This is the only thing I can tell you."

Bell immediately understood Gawain's meaning. He bowed to Lynch and then left the office.

Lin Qi looked at Gao Wen and frowned.

"So what exactly happened? She's an inquisitor, she couldn't have just followed the man-eating shark to Badab for no reason, could she? What is her purpose in coming here?"

As Gao Wen listened to Lin Qi's question, he finally uttered a single word.

"Net Way".

He said this, but it made Lin Qi blink, subconsciously wondering if he had misheard.

"What did you say?"

Gao Wen took a deep breath and repeated the word he had just said.

"Net Way".

"You mean that the judge came to Badab for the sake of the Net Dao?!"

The Imperial Guard nodded, and then took the initiative to explain to Lin Qi.

"At first, I never expected that such a word could come out of the mouth of an ordinary judge. But later I learned that the judge was not alone; she had a group behind her, which was formed by some of the senior judges from the Alien Inquisition."

“They discovered traces of the web a long time ago, and recently, they suspect there is a web entrance on Badab, and that entrance is directly connected to a city called Comoros.”

Lynch gasped, and Horus on his body gasped as well. After all, "Netway" and "Comoros" were both very heavy words, and together they were heavyweights among heavyweights.

He immediately knew what he needed to do next.

"Bell!"

Bell, who was waiting at the door, was called back in. As soon as he entered the office, he saw Lynch with his head down, quickly writing a passage on a piece of parchment.

Under Horus's guidance, the secret letter, written in High Gothic, was quickly completed. Lynch signed his name at the bottom of the letter, then picked it up and handed it to his chief think tank.

"Take this secret letter and go to that judge. Give it to her personally. If she asks what the purpose is, say that you want to have a private meeting with her the day after tomorrow. She can decide the exact time, but you can't refuse. If she refuses, you have to carry her back to me, even if you have to carry her."

Chapter 99 Asford's Psychological Counseling

Asford felt an indescribable stinging sensation.

Three days ago, he was already able to get out of bed and move around again. However, the pharmacist refused his request yesterday to wear armor and participate in the procession welcoming Lynch's return, on the grounds that his body still had many problems, and wearing armor before they were fully treated would only cause unnecessary trouble.

He could feel the genuine care emanating from the pharmacist, but this care also caused him a strong sting, as if a thorn was growing in his heart, constantly stimulating his entire body.

I put him in a difficult situation.

Asford thought so.

It was my fault. I am indeed... unworthy to appear before him again, to stand behind him, to protect his safety, and to be his strongest shield and sharpest spear.

Asford thought this to himself, he took a deep breath, looked at the fighter servant charging towards him, and brandished his longsword.

Yes, armor cannot be worn, but combat training is possible.

In fact, he ran away secretly, risking being reprimanded by both the pharmacist and the technical sergeant afterward.

Asford felt he desperately needed to vent, and for an Astartes, a warrior, fighting was undoubtedly the best way to do so.

He faced eight fighter sergeants, each specially modified to wield eight weapons simultaneously. Driven by their altered physical structures and enhanced muscles, sixty-four longswords coalesced into a storm, attempting to completely engulf Asford.

However, the storm, though it swept through, ultimately failed to completely capsize the small boat.

Asford nimbly dodged, anticipating every sword strike from the fighter servant. His feet never stopped, moving back and forth between the few available gaps. If there were no gaps around, he would swing his longsword, creating one amidst flashing sparks and the sound of clashing blades.

The fighter jets continuously increased their speed. Before the official start, they were all adjusted to increase their output and speed throughout the battle, reaching maximum power in the eighth minute.

Even a regular Astartes would face considerable pressure in a one-on-one fight against a fighter servant in that state, without armor. Facing eight of them, the only option is to eliminate them all within eight minutes, before reaching that state.

But Asford did not do that.

He kept dodging and parrying, as if deliberately stalling for time. Soon, the eight minutes were up, and the previously lifeless eyes of the eight fighter servants began to flash with a dangerous crimson light. Their speed suddenly increased, and veins appeared on their exposed muscles, and the force with which they swung their swords increased.

"boom!"

Asford felt a tremendous force transmitted to his palm, which made him feel pressured. At the same time, he also felt a sudden, inexplicable soreness in his muscles—the apothecary was right, his body had not fully recovered, and the previous activities would only amplify these latent problems, turning them into serious issues.

But Asford did not choose to pause, even though he could have spoken up and asked Karasto, who was standing behind him, to press the button to stop the servants' actions.

Because he knew that if he did that, all his previous insistence would completely disappear and turn into a compromise.

I will not compromise.

He brandished his longsword and parried an attack from a mech servant.

Because I am Asford.

He felt a sharp pain in his back; it was a sword in the hand of a servant that had sliced ​​his shoulder, causing a small amount of blood to flow.

I am Astartes of the Star Claws, I am his Honor Guard, I am...

I am the son of the Wolf God.

A force appeared, and Asford whirled around. His longsword thrust out, then retracted, piercing the brain of a fighter servant in the blink of an eye.

Sparks flew as the fighter servant's combat system went into chaos. It began attacking its own comrades, reversing the previously dominant situation. Asford continued to swing his sword, and finally, in the thirteenth minute of the battle, the last fighter servant was defeated, becoming a twitching part on the ground.

Asford knelt on the ground, panting heavily. He was covered in wounds, but fortunately none of them were serious; they were just superficial injuries that caused him to bleed a little.

However, this appearance is extremely frightening, to the point that it would terrify the pharmacist and cause them to berate the injured person.

Karasto quickly stepped forward and took an Astartes-sized steel water cup from Asford.

The latter took it and drank it all in one gulp.

"Thank you very much."

"Don't thank me, sir... If you do this, the pharmacist and the technical sergeant will scold you, and if the pharmacist finds out that I helped you leave the infirmary, he will definitely punish me."

"It's just cleaning toilets... I'll do it with you."

"No... never mind, whatever you want. I'm going to inform the pharmacist and the technical sergeant now. Be careful not to say anything wrong."

Karasto sighed helplessly, then gently shook his head.