Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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A name rose in Seth's throat, a name that had become synonymous with evil in the empire of today.

The priest knew that his chapter master was no longer coming back.

The veterans began to gather, prepared. They were ready to sacrifice their lives so that their commander could die as a soldier in his final moments.

Seeing what was happening before him, Gabriel Seth's tense heart finally relaxed. The scenery before him began to change rapidly, everything was distorted, and in its place was an unfamiliar bridge, and a giant standing on the bridge... bathed in white flames.

The giant looked so holy, and the flames burning on his body did not seem ferocious or terrifying at all, but rather filled with a gentleness like moonlight.

He held a massive warhammer in his hand. The Bloodthirster in Seth's hand looked like a flimsy wooden stick in comparison. Almost instantly, Seth recognized his opponent.

Horus.

only.......

Seth sensed something was wrong, even confusing his brain, which was already being driven by rage.

Horus... is this how it should be?

Shouldn't he have bloodshot eyes and be surrounded by a dark aura? Even if his evil aura wasn't tangible, it should at least be easily perceptible.

Seth was gripped by doubt, and in those few short seconds of doubt, the holy giant had already arrived beside him with incredible speed. Then, the warhammer whipped up a violent gust of wind and slammed into Seth's face.

No! This isn't normal Black Fury!

Seth's eyes widened as he felt a dizzying sensation as the scenery before him transformed once more into the normal world that should have been reflected on his retina.

Seth collapsed to the ground, his consciousness fading. In his daze, he suddenly remembered a secret rumor that had been circulating among the angelic offspring recently.

Legend has it that a chosen one appeared in the Great Whirlpool.

He will bring Saint Gilles back.

His consciousness completely blurred, and the priest and the veterans surrounded him, all with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

Finally, the chief priest sighed helplessly, stepped forward, and carried his chapter commander on his back.

Now, let's get to the present.

Gabriel Seth sat alone in the dim light inside the Stormbird, his back hunched. A thick black cloak covered the surface of his power armor, and the wide hood obscured his face, as well as the unreadable glint in his fierce eyes.

The Stormbird shuddered as it passed through the Void Shield, and Seth lowered his head, immersing himself in the jolts of the turbulence.

"Entry successful. Preparing for landing. We will arrive at our destination in three minutes."

The servant's monotonous voice rang in his ears. Seth took a deep breath. For the first time, this Astartes Chapter Commander, who was not usually particular about etiquette, began to ponder how he should begin his conversation with the Lord of the Star Claws.

He closed his eyes and began to think. Astartes' superhuman brain instantly conceived dozens of possible meetings for him—he spent three minutes carefully considering each one, but in the end, he still couldn't find the most likely one.

On the one hand, it's because I'm really not good at this area.

On the other hand, it's because I know so little about this "Lin Qi".

But one thing is certain.

Seth thought to himself.

The fact that he was able to break free from the Black Fury that time, or rather, the fact that some of his blood relatives who had recently been trapped in the Black Fury were inexplicably breaking free from it, was all related to this Lin Qi.

The moment Seth saw the other, he sensed the presence of "Horus" that he had seen during his Black Fury.

Horus.......

Theoretically speaking, the offspring of angels have a very high probability of entering a state of black rage the moment they sense its aura.

If Lynch truly possessed the aura of Horus, Seth could understand why the Weepers didn't react, since he had heard of these people before, who had betrayed the blessings and curses bestowed by the Father of Genetics.

But the problem lay with his colleagues, and her brothers in arms. They, too, remained completely silent.

The priest even sought out Seth, telling him that after seeing Lynch, he felt inexplicably calmer, wondering if it was due to Lynch's status as the Emperor's Chosen.

The Emperor's Chosen One?

Seth wanted to laugh. After so many years in the warband, if the Chosen of the Emperor were as big as a palm, and if the opponent could suppress the defects brought about by their genes, then all the Chosen of the Empire would have to be worshipped and supported by the Sons of Angels.

But it doesn't matter, I will soon find out the truth for myself.

A violent jolt followed, and Seth knew he had successfully arrived at the Star Claws' battle barge. The hatch opened, and he stepped alone into the hangar. Before the hatch stood a Star Claws Astartes, seemingly having waited for some time.

Gabriel Seth recognized the man. It was Asford, the bodyguard who followed Lynch, who was said to be a fairly skilled warrior.

“Cousin.” Asford said expressionlessly, watching Gabriel Sass descend from the Stormbird alone. “Lord Lynch is waiting for you in his office. If there are no other questions, please follow me.”

Seth nodded silently and then followed Asford's steps.

The two stepped off the landing pad and entered the crowded hall of the combat barge. The hall was packed with people, and most of them had very solemn expressions, with very little conversation or chatter, creating a very oppressive atmosphere.

The reason for this oppressive environment is quite simple.

war.

War is always oppressive; it can make talkative people become taciturn, and taciturn people become talkative.

Seth had a deep understanding of this, having occasionally bitten off an enemy's head or two on the battlefield. It was also through this experience that he learned much that only ordinary people could comprehend.

They traversed the lobby, ascended the internal elevator to the deepest part of the two-person battle barge, and pressed the doorbell of a room. A minute later, the door opened, revealing an office piled high with official documents.

"wait for me."

Amidst the mountain of official documents, a slightly younger voice emerged.

Asford turned around and glanced at Seth. Seth nodded, indicating that he didn't care.

but........

Why is it that even though we're all battle group leaders, it feels like we don't have that many official documents to review?

Seth was confused, but after thinking about it carefully, he understood why.

After all, although he was a battle group commander, he was always fighting on the battlefield and basically only faced the battlefield.

Furthermore, the Homeworld has been exploited by the Flesh-Tearers for countless years, and everything on it has been transformed into a factory for pure war.

And naturally, the factories of war saw a significant decrease in activity.

Five minutes passed in silence. In those five minutes, the official documents in the room visibly deflated.

A sigh of relief rang out, and Gabriel Seth finally got a clear look at the Lord of the Star Claws.

Even though it wasn't the first time he'd seen it, this was the first time Seth had examined it so closely.

And that young face always surprised me, no matter how many times I saw it.

“Ah Fu, you can go out now. This Chapter Leader Seth and I need some private space.”

Upon hearing Lynch's words, Asford nodded, then stepped out of the office.

Two specially modified machine servants emerged alongside Asford. Their hands were laden with official documents, representing the results of Lynch's recent "battle."

“Official documents are always like this,” Lin Qi said, half-jokingly and half-remarkably. “Just like the wars in this galaxy, once one war is over, there’s always another. Official documents are the same; once one is approved, there’s always another.”

Seth was momentarily speechless. He simply stood there silently, his height—a head taller than a normal Astartes—making him appear imposing. Coupled with his taciturn demeanor, this was enough for many to believe that Seth was expressing his dissatisfaction.

However, Lin Qi knew that the other party wasn't dissatisfied with him, but rather didn't know how to respond.

Thinking of this, Lin Qi quickly continued speaking, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

"Let's get down to business. Chapter Master Seth, why did you suddenly request to see me? Is there a problem with the vanguard position I assigned to your Flesh Rippers at the meeting?"

“No problem.” Seth took a deep breath, his expression turning serious. “I’m here to consult you on something else.”

"Horus?"

Upon hearing the name, Syston paused in surprise.

Lin Qi sighed slightly, raised his head, and snapped his fingers.

A figure emerged from the shadows, and Seth's expression hardened; he never expected there to be another person here.

"Commander Lin Qi, this..."

“Forros will explain everything to you.” Lynch looked at Seth and interrupted him. “You want to know about my relationship with Horus? Then listen to Forros. After all, apart from the Star Claws, the Weeping Ones know the most about what happened back then.”

Chapter 157 Prelude

Seth remained silent, looking at the wailing man before him. Amidst the tense atmosphere and the almost tangible solemnity, a final smile appeared on his face.

"I believe you."

He said this, and his voice echoed in the office.

Lynch and Malakin Forros both breathed a sigh of relief. Lynch, in particular, had expected that a stubborn Astartes like Seth would be highly skeptical of his plan to "resurrect Sangilius in the future."

After all, in the future, when the original Astartes enter the various Astartes chapters of the Empire on a large scale, Gabriel Seth can be said to be among the first echelon to resist these people.

But now...

“But I still doubt you.” Gabriel Seth stared directly at Lynch, his scrutiny undisguised. “I believe you because this involves my genetic father. I doubt you because the Primarch within you is the greatest traitor to the Empire and humanity.”

At this point, Gabriel Seth took a deep breath, his expression becoming solemn.

"So I will keep an eye on you. If in the future you do not resurrect my father as you said, or even betray humanity once again, I will fight with all my might. Even if I cannot kill you, I will tear off a piece of your flesh like a wild dog."

That's more to my liking, but it's nothing special.

Lynch looked at Seth, his expression calm.

He spread his hands, his tone incredibly calm, as if he were describing a trivial matter.

“If that day ever comes,” Lynch said, “I will be on my own throne, waiting for you to plunge the Bloodthirsty One into my chest.”

"Humph."

Seth sneered, remaining noncommittal.

Fross sighed inwardly, his azure eyes looking at Lin Qi, his gaze conveying his apology for offending his blood relative.

Lin Qi shook his head slightly, indicating that he was fine.

At this critical moment in the war, not to mention that Lin Qi doesn't care about minor offenses from others, even if he did care, he would have to leave such matters until after the war is over.

Although the Flesh Tearers consist of only four companies, as inheritors of the angels' rage and fury, they possess formidable combat power on the front lines. They can easily tear apart enemy defenses and bring death upon their enemies.

This capability was something Lynch and Horus needed for their upcoming strategy after discussing it.

"Series Commander Seth, now that you're here, let me tell you about the upcoming combat missions for the Flesh Rippers."