Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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Lin Qi muttered to himself, but he quickly shook his head slightly, rejecting the idea.

After all, the purpose of this selection of the Glory Guard is not just to select a group of guards, but also to facilitate exchanges between different companies and further enhance the cohesion and unity of the battle group.

“I don’t plan to continue the selection process from the Huron era. Do you have any opinions on the selection method for the Honor Guard? We can discuss it first, and then let me know your thoughts.”

Lin Qi thought about it for a while, and even had some internal communication with Horus. In the end, they decided to listen to the opinions of the various company commanders to see if they had any good suggestions for selection.

The company commanders below began to discuss among themselves. The technical sergeant, the pharmacist, the think tank member, and the clerk watched their discussion with a hint of envy on their faces.

After all, they are special personnel within the warband. Participating in the selection of the Honor Guard is not allowed and is considered a waste. Not to mention, in terms of numbers, if we don't count those new recruits who were tricked and deceived, the current technical sergeants can't even put together a team of sixteen.

So all they can do now is watch the company commanders discuss things, and maybe stick their heads in and offer a suggestion.

Thirteen minutes later, the discussion reached a conclusion. The company commanders returned to their seats, and once everything was quiet again, a voice immediately emerged, echoing throughout the meeting room.

"Tactical confrontation, sir."

The speaker was the company commander of the third company, a man with short blond hair, amber eyes, and a scar on the corner of his mouth about the length of an average person's middle finger.

"Sir, we think we can have everyone form their own teams and then hold a tactical competition to select the winners."

Lin Qi's eyes lit up with interest, and he nodded to the man, signaling him to continue.

The man, having gained Lin Qi's approval, showed a hint of excitement on his face, and his tone became even more impassioned.

"As the strongest shield and sharpest spear of the chapter, the Honor Guard needs more than just the individual combat strength of each member. Individual strength belongs to the chapter champion; what the Honor Guard needs is overall strength."

"This requires the guards to have a good understanding and cooperation with each other. Through tactical drills, we can observe and compare this aspect."

That's a great idea.

Lin Qi agreed with the opinion of the third company commander, and the other company commanders nodded in agreement, thinking it was a good idea. Only Horus did not immediately agree. He frowned and pondered for two seconds before speaking and offering his own opinion to Lin Qi.

“This method can indeed be used to select the Honor Guard, but when it comes to selecting the championship of the battle group, we should no longer limit ourselves to the internal members of the Guard.”

"you mean......."

"Yes, the chapter champion will be selected from across the entire army. If that person is not a member of the original Honor Guard selected at that time, he will still be included in the Guard as a separate ninety-first member."

"I understand. It's a military-wide competition. If there are team events, then there should naturally be individual events as well. Only in this way can it be considered complete."

After understanding Horus's thoughts, Lin Qi immediately conveyed them. Seeing that the company commanders did not react and were even very excited, Lin Qi finally set the selection time directly – starting the day after tomorrow and continuing until the end of the final individual competition, that is, until the team champion is selected.

"Then let's adjourn the meeting here. Everyone can spread the word when you get back to your units and form teams as soon as possible. After all, the selection process starts the day after tomorrow, and I'm really looking forward to it."

The company commanders began to leave, all quickly, clearly eager to inform their men of the news first. The priest followed, Ryan nodding apologetically to Lynch before sighing and preparing to check if anyone had acted impulsively out of excessive excitement.

After most of the people had left, Lin Qi left two people behind. He summoned Cafu, and with a flash of white light, a USB-like device appeared in his hand. The front of the device was engraved with the symbol of the Imperial Eagle, while the back had a symbol resembling an eye, but with a downward arrow below it.

Lynch reached out and handed the data storage cards to Cafu.

Cafu frowned slightly, took the data storage card, looked down at it, and then looked up at Lin Qi with a puzzled expression.

"My lord, this is..."

"Some information may be helpful for the future of the warband. This is just some information; take a look after you connect the data board. Remember not to leak it, and destroy the memory card and browsing history immediately after you're done."

Seeing Lynch's serious expression, Cafu realized that what he had was no ordinary object. Indeed, it was, after all, it was a document Lynch had extracted through Horus, detailing the cultivation of gene seeds using the flesh and blood of the Primarch.

This is also the method Lin Qi came up with to quickly cultivate gene seeds and then pay the remaining gene seed tax.

"Go take a look first. If you feel there are no problems after you've looked at it, come find me, and I'll give you the raw materials."

Kafu nodded, then carefully took the data storage card, left the conference room, and ran towards his dormitory.

From now on, only three people remain in the conference room: Technical Sergeant Owen, Lynch, and Gawain, who stands in the shadows as a silent protector.

Asford had just been summoned by Eric, who said that Bell wanted to meet the newly chosen think tank apprentice after he woke up.

"Irving, do you know why I'm looking for you?"

"I know, about the Honor Guard's equipment, sir. Our stockpile of Unyielding Terminators and power weapons is quite ample, enough to support the Honor Guard..."

"No, we won't use the Unyielding Terminator."

Lynch shook his head, and then, in front of Irving, he lightly snapped his fingers.

“If we’re going to use something, we’ll use the best. Take me to the armory. You’ve probably heard about my special abilities, haven’t you?”

Chapter 67 The All-Army Grand Competition (Part 1) {4000}

Inside the armory, Lin Qi stretched out a hand and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.

Then, looking at the dark, imposing formation before him and feeling the chilling aura emanating from it, he nodded in satisfaction.

"The Hades-type Terminator power armor has finally been completely extracted."

Lin Qi let out a long breath. He had promised to provide the best equipment to the selected soldiers, and he would not go back on his word.

However, he underestimated the pressure of extracting these things. With Horus's help, they, one person and one soul, kept extracting until they were exhausted in the armory, then rested for a while before continuing to extract. They worked for a whole day before successfully completing the mission.

Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense, after all, this is the Hades-type Terminator power armor. In the current human empire, this is widely regarded as the most advanced Terminator power armor model. It not only possesses the formidable defensive capabilities of a Terminator power armor, but also provides the wearer with an incredible range of motion.

In terms of attributes, the Hades-type Terminator is much stronger than the common Unyielding-type Terminator and another type, the Iron Cavalry-type Terminator. However, due to the loss of manufacturing technology, it has become very rare in the present era, and only a small number of veterans of the First Company of a certain warband can equip it.

Like Lin Qi, choosing to equip his Honor Guard with large quantities of...

It was because he possessed such a special ability, and both he and Horus were quite willing. After all, they actually preferred retrieving things here to sitting in an office reviewing official documents.

The latter is a kind of physical exhaustion, while the former is a double torment of both body and mind.

Of course, this doesn't mean Lin Qi simply abandoned the documents and left. He made an extra preparation to prevent the documents from piling up on his office desk.

He found Gao Wen and successfully persuaded him to cover for him for a period of time.

This proved to be a very wise decision. As the genetic masterpiece of Old Man Huang, the Imperial Guards' strength was not only reflected in their combat power. They possessed extraordinary potential in various aspects, and they would use their long lifespans to explore these potentials, becoming true hexagonal humans.

Politics is naturally included in all aspects, namely the speed of processing official documents.

When Lin Qi went back to check at noon, he found that Gao Wen had basically finished processing today's official documents and had even started dealing with the things that had been piling up before.

This is the correct way to use the Imperial Guard.

Lynch couldn't help but sigh. If it weren't against the rules, he would have wanted to hand over the position of governor of the Star Claws during the Horus era to the other party directly.

“Owen, I’ll have to trouble you and your colleagues to calm these guys down. Also, change the paint job to pearl white, and paint the chapter insignia on the left shoulder armor and this pattern on the right.”

Lynch's voice successfully pulled Owen out of his shock and confusion after seeing the dense array of "holy objects," and brought him back to a state where he could think.

The technical sergeant took a deep breath and then quickly exhaled.

After this series of actions, the emotions in his amber eyes clearly stabilized considerably. He nodded to Lin Qi, then took the parchment from the other's hand, his brows furrowing slightly as he looked at the drawn patterns on it.

It is a simple design, without too many fancy patterns. A crescent moon, and in front of it is the head of a gray wolf with its eyes open.

But it is precisely this simple composition that gives the viewer a strong sense of crisis. It is as if there really is a creature that has been completely extinct in this era, using the eyes on this pattern to coldly cast its gaze across time and space.

Moon Wolf Guardian.

Owen thought of the name Lynch had mentioned at the meeting—the name the Honor Guard would have in the future; he thought of the subtle messages Ryan and the other coup veterans had been subtly conveying; and he thought of the vague, fragmented information he had found in the library and archives…

So that's how it is. Connecting with the past is also a way to remind oneself to always remain loyal?

That makes perfect sense. He truly is my genetic father, and the bearer of his will and soul.

“I understand, Lord Lynch. My colleagues and I will make time for you. However, if possible, I would like to ask the Mechanicus for some assistant priests and more training slots for technical sergeants after the negotiations with the Empire conclude.

Irving's words were filled with a strong sense of exhaustion from working overtime, but also with a deep excitement. After all, as a technical sergeant, being able to serve so many sacred objects was undoubtedly a great honor.

After hearing Owen's words, Lynch fell into deep thought. The scarcity of technical sergeants was indeed a huge problem that the chapter was currently facing, and in the future, thirteen technical sergeants would undoubtedly not be enough in the subsequent plans.

The training of new technical sergeants will take a full thirty years, and until then, the only option is to seek external assistance to help the chapter get through this period of stagnation.

"Ugh......."

Lin Qi couldn't help but sigh; even a skilled cook can't cook without rice. This was the current situation facing the Star Claw's armory.

Are the mourners still on the tracks? Could we borrow some of their technical sergeants to work temporarily?

And those oil makers in the world of casting, if they could offer a decent price based on their own abilities, might be willing to work for them.

Forget it, I should focus on the present moment first.

"Then I'll go back and get some sleep. I'll leave the work here to you for now."

"Alright, sir, you should get some rest. After all, your body is still just that of a mortal and hasn't undergone any modifications. Having the same routine as us wouldn't be good for your health."

"Haha... Don't worry, I'm off now. Good luck with your work."

Lynch strode away from the armory. As the automatic steel doors slammed shut, Owen watched the direction the figure had disappeared in, shaking his head slightly, but a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Keep up the good work.

Okay, then let's work hard.

"Gather all the technical sergeants here. Put down your work for now. I have an urgent matter to attend to."

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Bell looked at the young man in front of him, pondered for a moment, and then slowly uttered a sentence.

"You are not suited to be a think tank."

A single sentence caused Eric, standing on the other side, to frown. He had just been about to say something to the Chief Think Tank to prove that such an idea was a waste of talent within the group, but was interrupted by a wave of his hand and the following words.

“Eric, I know what you’re trying to say, but this guy isn’t cut out to be a think tank. Trust me, I’m never wrong in this regard.”

Bell's tone carried a hint of regret as he looked at Asford, who had remained silent throughout, and slowly explained why he had just spoken those words.

“You didn’t always maintain your rationality and clarity. Of course, I know that’s too difficult for a person. After all, we are still human beings, not machines, even though we are Astartes. We can’t live in this world forever with cold, rational thinking.”

"But we are a think tank, and we must drive ourselves to move closer to that cold, rational thinking. After all, if we have problems and our power gets out of control, it will be a disaster for the entire battle group."

“Asford, you do have excellent psionic talent, but I can see the flaws in your heart. You care too much about a certain being, so much so that when that being has a problem, you will do anything to solve it... even if it means making a deal with the devil.”

Bell's words successfully explained why he refused to let Asford become a think tank member. Eric, after a moment of silence, understood what the former meant by "existence."

He frowned, looking at the aged face of the chief think tank member, and asked a question on behalf of Asford.

“Bell, I think we’re not really any different from Asford in this respect. If something happens to him, we’ll do whatever it takes to help him, won’t we?”

"That's right, so when selecting new think tanks later, I will be very strict so that those who come after us won't end up like us."

Bell said this, and looking into the old man's deep eyes, Eric immediately knew that the other man probably had his own reasons for doing so.

Can I say it?