Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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Amidst the astonished gazes of those around him, white psionic flames erupted from Huron's body. But miraculously, these flames did not damage his flesh or even his clothing. What he was burning was something else entirely, something latent within Huron, something that shouldn't exist in this world.

"Lin Qi" snorted coldly and increased the release of flames. As a towering pillar of fire rose into the sky, a silent scream followed. A blue feather slowly fell from mid-air, finally landing on the ground and turning into pure energy, completely disappearing from this world.

At the same time, most of the people in the Astartes who were watching suddenly felt a strong sense of palpitation. Without exception, they knelt down, clutched their chests, and began to gasp for breath.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"No, that's not right!"

"Watch out, what are you doing!"

Within nine seconds of falling Astartes, they began to exhibit abnormal behavior, howling and screaming as countless terrifying hallucinations appeared before their eyes. This caused them to scream in agony, and some even grabbed their daggers and slashed at their faces. If their unaffected companions had not intervened quickly, there might have been immediate bloodshed.

"Huron! What's going on?!"

Leo saw the soldiers beside him kneeling on the ground and immediately realized something. Ignoring Cassio's obstruction, he charged forward and reached Huron's side amidst the aim of dozens of explosive guns. Then, two people grabbed his arms and stopped him from advancing.

"Huron! What's going on with these people?!"

Leo demanded loudly, his eyes bloodshot. He glared at Huron, his features contorted as if he wanted to tear him to pieces.

"It is a side effect of using the Chaos Ritual to accelerate the maturation of gene seeds. When faced with opposing forces, it will naturally produce a series of stress reactions."

An old and weak voice suddenly rang out. Leo turned around sharply and looked at Bell, who was being slowly helped over by Eric, with disbelief in his eyes.

"Old Bell?! You're still alive?!"

"He wasn't dead to begin with."

Ignoring the screams around him, Bell was led by Eric to Lynch, who was still burning Huron with white psionic flames, and then he knelt down.

“Father, please help them. They have done nothing wrong. It is Huron’s sins that have caused their current suffering. Now, please let this all end completely, and the Claw of the Stars will be reborn from the ashes.”

Lynch looked at Bell, and after a long silence, he slowly nodded.

"it is good."

A brief answer, but it contained a father's promise to his offspring.

Huron looked at the "mortal" before him with a complex expression in his eyes, filled with regret and pain, but not with the hatred of being about to be killed by the other party.

Just as the other person's demeanor suddenly changed, he finally remembered what Armenus had once told him.

That is, only one Astartes' genetic father, that is, the Primarch, can make an Astartes feel friendly and familiar at first sight.

So Huron knelt down, his lips twitching, and finally slowly uttered a single word.

"Father?"

Lynch nodded, then gently placed his hand on Huron's neck and gripped it tightly.

Huron let out a long breath, and a dry, bitter smile suddenly appeared on his face, but it was quickly replaced by intense madness.

"why why!"

Why did you only show up now!

"What wrong have I done! I just wanted to make Star Claw great! Everything I did was..."

"Are you finished?"

"Lynch" spoke coldly, and at that moment, Huron suddenly noticed that the figure in front of him had changed.

No longer a mere mortal, a giant appeared before Huron, a being of immense stature to the Astartes. This giant wore pearl-white armor, its surface adorned with magnificent golden patterns. His face was resolute and handsome, bald, yet this did nothing to diminish his imposing presence.

Huron's breath caught in his throat, and even the breaths of all the other Astartes present froze completely. The Astartes who were screaming and wailing on the ground also stopped their frenzied behavior. They returned to normal, but a trace of confusion appeared in their eyes.

However, they soon all turned their gazes in the same direction.

There, Huron began to scream in agony. His body was scorched by white psionic flames, slowly turning to ash over time. The ash coiled around the giant's arm, like a child questioning his parent's neglect. But the giant showed no mercy; he withdrew his arm, then raised his hand, allowing the white flames to gather once more in his palm.

"Huron is dead. His crime is clear: collusion with Chaos. This alone is enough for us to sentence him to death. I have carried it out. Do you have any objections?"

Most people remained silent, a sense of absurdity rising within them. Although the gene seed was strongly affecting them, they still couldn't immediately understand what was happening.

It wasn't until the first person knelt down and uttered the title that they belatedly realized what was happening, and then knelt down themselves before addressing the giant bathed in white light.

“Father, we have no objections.”

"Then let's leave it at that. From today onwards, the Claw of the Stars will embark on a new journey."

The giant's voice was calm. The psionic flames in his hand suddenly expanded and then transformed into countless white streams of light, which flowed into the bodies of the Astartes who had just fallen.

"Ryan, issue a public announcement announcing Huron's death and the success of the Star Claw coup."

The psionic energy vanished, and soon the giant bathed in white light disappeared, and the mortal body reappeared, but instead of standing, it slumped limply to the ground.

Ryan's breath hitched. He was about to rush forward to help her up, but at that moment, he noticed a figure that was even faster than him.

"Asford?"

Thirteen minutes later, a celestial language flew out from the surface of Badab and merged into the boundless deep space of the stars.

The starry sky was silent and seemingly calm, but there were unseen undercurrents that began to flow rapidly because of this message.

But at least for now, on the surface of Badab, the events of tonight have been settled.

Chapter 52: A Message to Readers (Not a Book Closure Notice)

After writing fifty chapters, totaling 140,000 words, I finally managed to resolve all the mess on Badab.

CC-chan knows that this part feels a bit anticlimactic at the end... but please forgive me. Writing without a proper outline and the fact that CC-chan was tormented by advanced mathematics during the day inevitably led to this result...

However, although there is no outline yet (actually, there is a bit now, but I didn't expect this book to actually get a contract), CC-chan can tell you all that CC-chan will finish writing this book properly!

As for the reason...

I'm not afraid of being called materialistic, but this book has done quite well, and CC wants to make money from it to cover living expenses and tuition.

After all, writing a book is really difficult if you don't have money and just rely on passion. If I have money, I will be more motivated, and everyone can read the book with more assurance that it won't suddenly die halfway through.

Well, having said that, CC-chan has nothing more to add.

I can only wish that all readers... never get reincarnated into the Warhammer world!!!

And also, I wish you good health! May everything go well for you!

Finally, here's a short, mysterious mechanical code: 010101101010

(Second Empire: 1041575324, please join the group! I actually submitted the link, but the profile isn't showing up for some reason. It's driving me crazy!)

Chapter 53 Terra Reaction

M41.903

Solar System, Terra

"We always find it hard to imagine things we've never seen before."

Akrese Lev Tirian sat on a soft, deep red sofa, his massive body making him appear as if he were about to be completely swallowed up by the latter.

Holding a stemmed glass that shimmered brilliantly under the light, filled with a dark, crimson liquid, Tyrion silently brought the glass to his lips. Instead of drinking, he forcefully snorted, inhaling the rich aroma of the wine.

A satisfied expression appeared on his chubby face, and even the scar that ran across his right eye no longer looked ferocious, but rather had a slightly eerie softness.

In the shadows, a man silently watched everything unfold. Only when Tyrion set down his glass and focused his gaze on the scene did he slowly speak, his voice hoarse yet calm.

"Tirion, what are you trying to say?"

"Nothing much, Your Excellency, I am merely expressing my opinion on the matter at hand."

A polite smile appeared on Tirian's face, and the figure in the shadows fell silent once more. A minute later, the figure emerged from the shadows, revealing its tall stature under the soft white light of the room.

This was a giant, both for mortals and for Astartes. His height was estimated to be at least three meters, and he wore golden power armor befitting his size. The armor's surface was devoid of elaborate patterns; in fact, it could be described as simple. Yet, even so, the aura of nobility it exuded was undeniable.

The giant wasn't wearing a helmet; instead, he held it to his waist. This completely exposed his face to the air—a face that wasn't exactly handsome, but his deep-set eyes, high-bridged nose, thin lips, and short black hair combined to give him a strong sense of fortitude.

Resilient as a rock.

This is the first thought that comes to mind when someone sees this giant.

“I am delivering an order from the Commander of the Royal Guard, and this order comes from my lord, Tyrion. If you are still loyal, you should know what this means.”

"I know, of course I know. As the Prime Minister of the Empire, if I no longer remain loyal, then this Empire is probably doomed to collapse."

Tyrande still wore the same smile. He gripped the armrests of the sofa with both hands and refused the help of the servants. He used his own strength to free himself from the sofa's grip and then walked step by step to the Imperial Guard.

"Your Excellency, no, I should say sir."

Tirian spoke, suppressing the smile that had been playing on his lips, withdrawing the gentleness from his eyes, and tearing the smile on his face to shreds.

He changed his expression again, revealing a look of both madness and rationality on his large, broad face.

"Just as I said, we always find it difficult to imagine things we've never seen before. For millennia, the God-Emperor has sat upon his throne, with only a select few able to vaguely perceive his will. But now..."

Tirian took a deep breath. At this moment, the Prime Minister of the Empire, facing the palace guards, spoke his confusion and questions without hesitation.

"You tell me you received a decree from Him, and a complete and clear one at that. You instruct me to hand over all the political, economic, and military power of a star system within the Empire to a mortal I've never met, or even just learned his name from?"

“It is Lynch, and he is one of our Lord’s chosen people.”

The Imperial Guard spoke, saying this.

“Oh, of course I know. The Star Language of Badab has already arrived. Thank you, God Emperor, for making it so swift.”

The Prime Minister nodded, raised his hand, and one of his attendants bowed his head and respectfully handed him a long piece of parchment.

"The Star Claws Chapter Leader Rufus Huron, who intended to rebel against the Empire, has been personally killed by Emperor Lynch, the Chosen One. With the blood of a traitor, the Star Claws have washed away their shame and proven their loyalty. Now, in the name of the Emperor and Lynch, the Star Claws hope to negotiate with the Empire to clear up the misunderstandings that have arisen between them."

Tirian summarized thousands of words into a single, concise sentence that conveyed the message above.

After saying this, he sighed, and a helpless expression appeared on his face.

"It's all over the place, sir. Many people are investigating this guy named Lynch. The situation is better on the State Church side. They are quite optimistic about this matter and are even planning to send people to bestow honors upon this chosen one."

"But what about the others? You know, before this, we had already had a considerable conflict with the Star Claw and his allies. The Inquisition also began to make numerous charges against Huron. We almost went to war. And now, the war has stopped because of a mysterious figure—the Chosen One."

Tirian shook his head slightly, looked at the Royal Guard, and finally let out a long sigh.

"To be honest, before you came, I wanted to leave this matter entirely to the court."

The Imperial Guard looked at the Prime Minister in front of them, observing his expression.

He recalled that when he was dispatched, Trajan, the commander of the Imperial Guard, had spoken to him privately.