Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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"Are you sure the Eldar can resurrect Guilliman?"

"I am sure."

Seeing Lynch's resolute gaze, Kaul said nothing more. He continued to look at the sand table, his gaze fixed on the battle situation as if he were a statue.

Lin Qi also looked at the sand table, at Galon, which had been completely occupied by the Imperial Army, his eyes gradually becoming deeper.

The war is far from over.

Chapter 184, Phase One Ends

Willant Odiz felt a wave of nausea that shouldn't have come. The helmet's air filtration system was working well, purifying the polluted air before it entered his lungs, leaving no impurities or odors. But even so, he still felt nauseous.

This kind of disgust is not only physical, but also psychological, causing all people or creatures who witness it to feel a sense of revulsion and shock.

“Those lunatics,” the apothecary muttered, his voice barely concealing his anger. “Look at what they’ve done!”

“Calm down, brother.” Odiz took a deep breath. As the Supreme Overlord and Chapter Master of the Red Scorpion Chapter, the composure he had honed over hundreds of years of life quickly came into play, allowing him to calm down and deal with the situation at hand. “First, bring relief to these poor mortals.”

The warriors of the Red Scorpion Legion stepped forward and mercilessly killed the mortal women lying on the ground, their bodies deformed beyond recognition.

The deformed women wailed and screamed, but at the moment the dagger pierced their hearts, without exception, they all revealed a relieved smile.

"past!"

A Red Scorpion sergeant shoved a mortal cultist and brought him before Odiz.

The cultist's body trembled uncontrollably as he looked at the enormous giants before him, these death angels belonging to the empire. Suddenly, his legs gave way, causing him to fall to the ground. At the same time, his lower body clothes became wet, and a foul-smelling liquid oozed out.

Odiz frowned, and seeing what he had just witnessed, he felt even more disgusted with this damned mortal traitor.

However, he knew now was not the time to kill them. Taking another deep breath, he looked at the cultist and asked in a low voice.

"Where is this place? What blasphemous rituals have you performed here? And where are those damned traitors? Why isn't there a single Astartes here?"

"I...I..."

The cultist's voice trembled even more violently than his body; his face was deathly pale, his lips quivered uncontrollably, and he couldn't utter a single complete sentence in a full minute.

Odiz narrowed his eyes, knowing that normal questioning would not yield any useful information from this cultist.

Fortunately, they still have unconventional methods.

Looking up, the pharmacist stepped forward from behind and activated the injection module in his hand. A mixed medicine was successfully prepared in just a few seconds.

The syringe was inserted into the cultist's neck, and the drug was injected. During this process, the cultist suddenly let out a miserable wail, which sounded just like the wail of the mortal women who were still alive just moments before.

Odiz watched indifferently as the cultist struggled and screamed on the ground. He watched him sweat profusely. He watched his pupils dilate and contract thousands of times in a single minute. He watched blood gush from his ears and eyes, and finally, he lay limp on the ground, looking as if his soul had been ripped away by a chaotic wizard.

The pharmacist grabbed the cultist's hands and held him up in mid-air like a chick.

"I ask, you answer."

The cult follower did not answer, but Odiz knew he understood his request.

"Where is this place?"

".......factory."

"What factory? And what did you do to those ordinary women?"

"This is... a factory that produces warriors... those women... they were transformed by the angels into... demon wombs..."

Demon's womb.

Odiz keenly caught the word, and the think tank member behind him suddenly changed his expression and stepped forward.

"You're saying this is the devil's womb?!"

"you know?"

"This is intelligence that was previously shared by the Ultramarines. One of their exiles brought this news, saying that a traitor of Chaos has used the technology of blasphemy to create a technology that can rapidly produce Astartes, which is called the Demonic Womb."

After saying that, Red Scorpion Think Tank let out a long sigh of relief.

"I never expected to run into them here. So it's obvious that the traitors' commander is the one who created the Demon's Womb."

"This is intelligence."

"Odiz said seriously."

"We need to report to Commander Lin Qi immediately."

“Leave this to me, sir. Your main objective now is to eliminate the remaining enemies. We didn’t encounter any enemy Astartes when we entered this place, so I suspect they have already escaped.”

Odiz nodded, and the think tank member then left to conduct communications.

Odiz looked back at the cultist, at his lifeless face, and asked one last question.

Where are those traitors?

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"damn it!"

Inside the sewers of Galon's hive, a dozen or so Word Bearers Astartes led over a hundred inferior Astartes forward. As the rumbling sounds above them gradually faded, they clearly realized that Galon was about to fall completely.

The leader, Word Bearer, was dressed in Terminator power armor. His helmet had grown long tusks due to the corruption of chaotic power. He moved forward silently, ignoring the angry curses of those around him.

"That Iron Warrior is just trying to use us! And that wizard too! Damn it, the promised reinforcements are nowhere to be seen. If our fleet were still intact, we wouldn't be in such a passive position!"

"Alright, Kasha, stop talking."

Another companion spoke up and dissuaded the Word Bearer from cursing.

“Once we get to Maginot, you can go directly to the Apostle to express your dissatisfaction, but our main goal right now is to escape. Your voice is too loud, and it might attract the False Emperor's lackeys.”

"Heh, Richter, I think you've been scared out of your wits by the False Emperor's lackeys." The Word Bearer, referred to as Kasha, sneered coldly. "The sewers of Galon are so complex that we've only discovered a few safe passages so far. How could the False Emperor's lackeys possibly find us by the sound of our voices if no one is leading the way?"

"Better safe than sorry, just in case..."

"What do you mean 'what if'! I think you're just a coward! You've been scared out of your wits by the power of the false emperor's lackeys!"

"Don't talk nonsense! Don't forget! It was your suggestion to leave through the sewers!"

"So what! I was just doing this for..."

"Shut up."

The leader of the group, Huaiyan, spoke up, silencing the two arguing individuals.

However, the one who harbored the words stopped. He halted, frowned, and sensed something was amiss.

There wasn't a single light in the sewers. So far, they had relied entirely on the power armor's night vision system and Astartes' superhuman senses. These systems could malfunction or fail at crucial moments.

For example...

just now.

"what!"

A scream rang out, and the Word Bearers whirled around. One of them immediately fired a flare in the direction of the scream, and in the bright white light, they clearly saw a dead body among the inferior Astartes following behind them.

The deceased's death was gruesome; his eyes were wide open, a large chunk of flesh was missing from his neck, and blood was still flowing out.

This is not the kind of harm that a lackey of a false emperor could cause; it's more like the harm inflicted by a wild beast.

It's not uncommon to find wild beasts in the sewers of the hive. The contaminated snakes, insects, and rats often grow to an unbelievable size, not to mention that the chaotic pollution of Garmek, as a demon world, further fuels the evolution of these creatures.

The fact that such a single attack could take down a low-quality Astartes indicates that the opponent is an extremely dangerous monster.

"go!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the leader of the Word Bearers immediately led his men forward. These inferior individuals were brought along as cannon fodder; in fact, it could be said that everyone behind him was merely cannon fodder.

"what!"

Another scream rang out, and the group quickened their pace. Some of the followers tried to turn back and fight back, but they were all stopped by the leader.

"Leave all of these inferior products here!"

"The captain of the Word Bearers shouted. At this moment, the unarmed, inferior Astartes looked terrified. Some of them tried to step forward, but before they could take a few steps, they were shot in the head.

"roll!"

The inferior goods scattered in panic, and the wild beasts began their hunt. Screams filled the entire sewer, but the captain of the Word Bearers led his team forward once more.

"us........"

"What? You want to die for those inferior products?"

"........."

"If you don't want to leave, then get out of here! If the rotting corpses' lackeys catch up, none of us will survive!"

No one questioned it anymore. Having shed their burdens, the team moved forward faster. Meanwhile, the inferior goods and beasts fought each other, successfully confusing the public and creating even greater opportunities.

The system inside the helmet showed that the exit was only 300 meters away.

The captain of the Word Bearers breathed a sigh of relief. The sewer exit was over a hundred kilometers outside the hive city, and vehicles were buried there. As long as he could reach that place, he could survive...

As long as, as long as we can get to that place...

The helmet's detection device suddenly displayed hundreds of life signals rapidly approaching them.

"There are enemies!"

The captain of the Whisperers' expression changed, and he raised his gun, pointing it in the direction the signal had appeared before pulling the trigger.

The light from the bombs illuminated the dark waterway, allowing the Word Bearers to clearly see the approaching monsters.

What burst into their view was a horde of skinless monsters, staggering towards them with a twisted and unbalanced gait. The Word Bearer captain's breath caught in his throat, and his firing rate slowed for a moment. They were terrifyingly enormous, a physiological riot, a grotesque carnival. No two looked alike, but each was tall and muscular, swollen and covered in a wet, glistening blood-red liquid. The muscles exposed to the air were disproportionate to their size.

"what is that!"

Someone shouted.

"Monsters! Open fire! Kill them!"

Someone roared and began unleashing a torrent of ammunition.

"Something's wrong with these monsters!"

Someone realized something was wrong, activated their chainsaw sword, and slit the throat of a charging monster.

"They...they're the failed products of those inferior goods! Damn it, how did they survive when we threw them into the sewers?!"