Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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"No need for thanks. We are all loyalists to the Human Empire, so helping each other is only natural. It seems you're not planning to search for that notebook anymore... So what are your plans next?"

"They'll probably go back to continue our family business. After all, as wandering merchants, our destiny is to roam the stars for the rest of our lives."

Texas said this, taking a piece of parchment from her pocket and handing it to Lynch with both hands.

"This is a covenant, Your Excellency the Chosen One."

"Just call me by my name... What does that mean?"

"It means very simply that this is an alliance, Lynch. Although the Flax family is not powerful, if one day in the future you need us to do something for you, have the Star Speaker send a signal according to the markings left on it. As long as we can receive it, even if we are on the other side of the starry sea, we will bring everything we have and come to help you no matter what."

Lynch lowered his head. The parchment was decorated with the Flax family crest, and below it were the names of Lappland and Texas, along with an oath bearing the name of the God-Emperor.

Lin Qi took a deep breath, feeling the weight of this alliance. With this alliance, it was essentially meaning that he would be fighting a certain death in an apocalyptic war from now on. As long as the Star Language was sent out, the two sisters would bring their forces to their deaths.

His expression turned serious, and he nodded to the two of them.

"I will cherish it."

"Then we'll be leaving now. We'll probably be leaving Badab in a few days. All good things must come to an end. May the God-Emperor bless you... no, He is already blessing your future."

"Then let me, the chosen one, bless you. May the God-Emperor protect your future."

Lappland and Drax left Lynch's room. To be honest, Lynch hadn't expected things to end like that. The notebook had mysteriously disappeared, and with it, the curse of the Flax family had suddenly been lifted...

Psionic energy, warp, these things are still too difficult to understand.

And then there are those madmen, riddle-makers, and fanatics, whether they've touched chaos or not...

Lynch began to miss his hometown and his little home once again.

"Master Lynch."

Vivian suddenly spoke, interrupting Lin Qi's thoughts.

Lin Qi looked over and saw that the blonde girl had bandages wrapped around her eyes, concealing her pair of dazzling sapphire eyes.

Why are you wearing bandages again?

“Darkness helps me better perceive the will of the God-Emperor, and I now have a will about Him that I want to convey to you.”

Vivian's words made Lin Qi take them seriously, after all, they came from the will of the weasel and involved his future actions.

“I can only vaguely perceive some information and see some flickering images... He wants you to stay in Badab and carry out a task that you were previously assigned.”

Lin Qi was slightly taken aback. To be honest, the Emperor's arrangement wasn't too unexpected, but the only problem was...

Why should I stay in Badab?

Lynch felt that given his abilities, he would have a greater opportunity to utilize them after being sent to Terra. Moreover, in Terra, once he successfully pieced together Horus's soul, the safety of his complete resurrection should be much higher...

Did he explain his reasons for doing so?

Vivian shook her head, her tone tinged with regret and shame.

"My abilities are insufficient. If I force myself to accept too much information, then turning to ashes under His power will be the only outcome. However, at the end, I saw a scene, and I don't know if it has anything to do with the reason."

"What do you see?"

Lin Qi immediately realized the importance of this information, so he asked about it. Vivian frowned, and after thinking for a moment, slowly began to describe what she had seen.

"I saw... I saw a giant, his body was burning with golden flames, and he was holding a huge warhammer. He was on a floating continent, constantly swinging the warhammer and pounding on a blue bird with two heads on the ground."

He has become the Primarch of the Cursed Legion, Felus Manus.

The first great demon under Tzeentch's command, the Fate Weaver Carlos.

Lin Qi let out a long breath. He should have thought of this earlier. Although the message probably didn't get out, how could he not attract the attention of the main target by using the Emperor's power to eliminate so many Tzeentch demons on Badab?

It's hard to imagine what an evil god so obsessed with change would do if he truly discovered his own existence.

If he were to go to Terra, he would inevitably have to undertake a long period of warp travel. During this time, he would be completely within the warp, and even with the Emperor's protection, the pervasive nature of chaos forces would make him vulnerable to Tzeentch's attacks.

Therefore, staying in Badab might be the best choice for me right now. After all, here, the Star Claw will surely protect me, who has Horus's soul residing in my body, as well as Vivian, the true chosen one of the Emperor, and Gawain, the royal guard.

The Emperor likely made corresponding arrangements to lay the foundation for his subsequent activities in Badab.

"Gawain."

"I'm here."

"Your equipment has been stored in the armory. If possible, I would like to ask you to take charge of my safety from now on. After all, protecting people is something the Imperial Guard is most skilled at, isn't it?"

"No, Lord Lynch, we can also take care of your safety."

The door opened, and Ryan walked in from behind it with Asford. Judging from their expressions, they had clearly heard what Lynch had just said to Gawain, and their expressions showed obvious anxiety.

“We can assemble an Honor Guard, and I can assure you they will be the finest warriors in the chapter, far superior to this Royal Guard lord alone…”

"The Honor Guard is supposed to protect the Warband Leader, right? I'm just a mortal. Aren't you violating the sacred code by doing this?"

"To hell with the holy scriptures! My lord, although it sounds awful, if you don't mind, the position of Chapter Master of our Star Claws is also acceptable..."

"Stop, stop, stop."

Lin Qi took a deep breath, finally realizing his current position within the Claws of the Stars.

In the eyes of these Astartes, he was probably no longer simply a host for Horus's soul, but rather an agent of Horus's will.

In other words, before Horus was truly and completely resurrected, he was essentially half the genetic father of the Star Claws.

Now that the father of genetics is entrusting his safety to an outsider... it's no wonder these people are anxious, even saying things like "to hell with the holy book" to his face.

However, in this day and age, so-called sacred texts are indeed very similar to toilet paper.

"Alright, I'll think about what you've said later. But you should have the reception room ready by now. Alright, lead the way. I need to see the leader of the Lamenters in person."

Lynch had not forgotten the three cards he had drawn from the prophecy.

Two cards have already come true, now there's only the Angel card left...

It's unclear how much of a connection they have with this Chapter Master of the Lamenters, Lord of Destruction, Abyss Watcher, Malakin Forros.

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If someone could look out from outside the world, they would see that the subspace appears as a boundless, constantly churning, and roaring deep purple ocean.

Lightning and storms raged across the ocean, while Void Whales, the size of warships or even small planets, swayed through the air. Demons clashed, played, mated, and sneered on the shattered continents, a scene brimming with biodiversity.

In one corner of this "ocean," a crystal labyrinth shimmered with dazzling colors. Low-ranking demons in blue and pink wandered outside the labyrinth, while high-ranking demons with bird heads and human bodies, wielding staffs, gathered together, seemingly exchanging some unknown information.

The high-ranking demon with two heads flapped its wings, its appearance miserable, one of its heads was a bloody mess, with many burn marks on its wounds.

It landed awkwardly in front of the maze, and as soon as it touched the ground, the head that could see the future saw itself being mocked by its companions.

"Carlos! What plan of yours has gone wrong this time?!"

"What...what mishap! Everything was going according to plan, and haven't you guys ever had a mishap before? How dare you criticize me?!"

"Hehehehe, so what if it crashed? Why make it sound so nice? Hehehehe..."

The area outside the crystal labyrinth was filled with a joyful atmosphere. The fire demon breathed out flames, accidentally igniting the feathers on the rump of a high-ranking demon nearby.

"Ah! My hook!"

Carlos sighed and then shook his head slightly.

Holy crap, how did the Crystal Maze turn out like this?!

It strode into the crystal maze, adopting an attitude of "out of sight, out of mind."

Upon entering, a strong sense of dizziness began to linger in the consciousness of this Archduke Tzeentch. The surrounding space and time all lost their meaning at that moment. Carlos waited patiently, and nine moments later, a powerful pulling force swept over him, instantly placing him before a vast library.

"did you find it?"

Sitting in a rocking chair, an old man with a white beard wearing a pointed hat asked a question.

Through his observation of the future, Carlos learned what his master looked like today.

Is this imitating the magicians in human literature?

One head was deep in thought, while the other bowed respectfully before speaking.

"Praise be to the Lord of All Changes! I didn't even make it to Badab before I was stopped and beaten up by the Cursed One's minions."

"Oh, is that so... Then it seems there are indeed unusual changes there, otherwise the cursed one wouldn't have taken action and prevented us from even taking a look."

The white-bearded old man stood up and began to approach Carlos.

The moment he stepped off the chair, the white-bearded old man's body began to change. He no longer maintained his original human form, nor did he transform into a single shape; instead, he began to change in countless ways.

One moment he was human, the next he was an Elven. The next moment he was an Orc. And the moment after that, his entire body exploded, transforming into an invisible, soft, blue creature.

He is not a living being, but a true god who exists in the subspace.

He is known as the Lord of Shapeshifters, the God of Magic, the God of Change, Tzeentch...

He is the spokesperson for concepts, and in the subspace, there are currently three and a half beings like Him.

“Carlos, you are to remove all our deployments in Badab and the surrounding star systems, leaving no trace behind.”

"Yes, my lord, but such a purpose..."

"For the sake of change, don't worry, but no matter how much change..."

Tzeentch's body suddenly stopped changing, and his body finally transformed into a human. A mortal human with long black hair, fair skin, and a somewhat thin appearance.

"Everything is planned."

Chapter 56 Son of an Angel

Malakin Forros sat on the sofa in the makeshift reception room, feeling an indescribable tension.

He wasn't wearing a helmet, revealing his handsome face, which exuded a melancholic air. His eyes were deep, and his pale blue pupils seemed to hold a profound weariness and sorrow, but the feeling he gave off wasn't something he was born with; it was as if it had been with him from the moment this leader of the Lamenters was born into this world, an inseparable companion.

The chief think tank member and the priest stood behind him, both remaining silent. Clearly, they shared the same tension as their chapter leader regarding the upcoming meeting.

"coming."

Fross suddenly spoke, then stood up and turned his gaze toward the still-closed door to the reception room.

Under the white light, the Lord of Destruction's long, pale golden hair cascaded down his back, contrasting beautifully with his bright yellow power armor. His expression was serious and composed, every muscle in his face constantly adjusting to ensure his posture wouldn't falter.

It's like a new employee who has gone through countless simulations for the job interview, but when the actual interview comes, they are still incredibly nervous and frantically adjust every little detail of themselves, including their tie.

"Click."