Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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"For the Emperor!"

Battle cries rang out across the battlefield, and then converged.

"For humanity!"

Chapter 183 Caul's Request

Lancelot crouched low, charging towards the large, melted hole at the edge of the wall before him. The stench of poison filled the air, leaving a sticky residue on his helmet. As he ran, he activated the disintegration field of the two-handed power sword he wielded; blue lightning crackled around the blade before he swung it with a swift motion, easily severing the head of an Astartes Wordholder.

He charged into a formidable position, where, apart from the Astartes he had just killed, there were two other Astartes, a dozen modified monsters, and an army of about a hundred mortal traitors—a strong position and a thorn in the side of the Imperial army after its advance into the hive.

According to conventional tactics, a nail like this should be attacked using superior strength or heavy firepower, not by having an ordinary Astartes, or even a recruit, charge in with a power sword as is the case now.

This is practically pushing the person who charged forward into a fire pit.

Unless, of course, the person charging ahead had already devised a plan with his comrades beforehand.

In an instant, everyone in the position focused their attention on this uninvited guest. Without the slightest hesitation, the latter brandished his greatsword and launched a one-sided massacre against the surrounding enemies.

"Meet the enemy!"

A roar erupted from the Word Bearers, and two of them attacked from the front and back. Lancelot noticed them, seeing the grotesque bone spikes extending from their mutated arms and the weapons they wielded—a mixture of flesh and steel.

It's very dangerous. If you accidentally touch your own body, you will definitely die on the spot.

But Lancelot wasn't afraid, or rather, he shouldn't be afraid, and he had no need to be afraid.

Just before the Word Bearer was about to touch Lancelot, a dark figure descended from the sky.

Caesar brandished a chainsaw sword, and his plasma pistol emitted bursts of azure plasma.

The destructive force, leaving a long trail, struck a Word Bearer who was advancing, tearing a hole in his chest the size of a mortal's head.

The jump bag carried Caesar to a smooth landing. He casually severed the head of an enemy, then threw away the overheated plasma pistol, took a grenade from his waist, and threw it at a heavy laser position where someone was adjusting the angle of their gun.

Several rebel soldiers panicked and tried to crawl out of their positions in fear, but before they could take more than a few steps, a violent explosion rang out, and the impact and flames turned them into flying pieces of flesh and blood.

Lancelot and another Word Bearer clashed, and the genetically modified, inferior Astartes surrounded them. But just before they launched their attack, Caesar rushed in and killed them one by one.

"For the Emperor!"

Shouts rang out, and a company of Astronauts charged forward, killing the mortal rebels. Then, as Lancelot seized the opportunity, he cleaved the enemy in two with a single sword stroke, and the thorn in their side was finally removed.

"Played well."

Caesar walked over and spoke to Lancelot.

"Let's move forward. We've entered the depths of the hive. According to the latest orders, we will meet up with Chapter Master Gabriel Seth and his team not far ahead."

Lancelot didn't speak, but silently wiped the blood off the blade with a cloth, then let out a long breath.

A full day has passed since the battle began, and even he, as an Astartes, couldn't help but feel a little tired.

"grown ups."

Following them came the mortal Astral Army, a Cardiac assault force. Their homeworld was near the Eye of Terror, and their eyes had turned purple from gazing upon it since childhood, giving them an indescribably peculiar appearance.

"what happened?"

"We've received a distress signal." The company commander from Kadia was a resolute-looking man with a square, bronze face that exuded an imposing aura. "The signal is about two kilometers away, but it's on a different route than ours. Should we go and provide support?"

Lancelot and Caesar exchanged a glance. Then, Lancelot patted Caesar on the shoulder without saying a word, but the meaning was conveyed.

You continue with the team; leave the rescue to me alone.

"Be careful," Caesar said. He was neither polite nor questioning, only offering his advice and reassurance to his companion. "Once you've found the person in distress and completed the emergency procedures, return immediately and assemble at the designated location."

Lancelot nodded, picked up his sword, and left the group alone.

Walking through the abandoned hive city, Lancelot was aware of his surroundings. Along the way, he encountered two groups of rebels who seemed to appear out of nowhere, one of which was led by an Astartes.

Fortunately, none of these people were a match for him. He killed them all as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, allowing him to safely reach the location where the distress signal had been sent.

This was a makeshift position where some ordinary people were on guard. They were scattered around a collapsed building, and inside the collapsed building, a knight mech that had lost an arm and a leg lay there helplessly, looking like a mutilated corpse.

Upon seeing Lancelot's arrival, the mortals in the camp were all delighted. One after another, they surrounded Lancelot, with a woman who looked rather pretty leading the group.

"My name is Lala Sin, Your Highness, I am Badab..."

"No need for introductions yet. My name is Lancelot. What happened that required you to send a distress signal? And what's the story with this knight? Where's the pilot? Is he alive or dead?"

"My lord, this knight transformed into this state to protect us. At that time, an enemy Titan appeared, and the knight fought it fiercely, but was ultimately defeated. If our Titan hadn't happened to be passing by, we and he would have been killed instantly."

"So what's going on now?"

"The Titan defeated the enemy, and the knight is now trapped inside the knight mech for some reason and cannot get out. Our Titan left after defeating the enemy, and we set up a line here to protect the knight and sent out a distress signal."

Lancelot frowned slightly, realizing the seriousness of the situation.

Knights are an important resource for the empire and a vital form of currency for the emperor. The knight mechs they pilot are inherited from a distant dark age of technology, containing many advanced technologies that cannot be replicated today. This makes the knight mechs a rare and precious artifact of our time, as each one lost is difficult to replace.

"What is the specific situation?"

"plz follow me."

Lala Hines brought Lancelot to the side of the Knight Mech, where the latter could see the extent of the mech's damage—it had not only lost an arm and a leg, but the remaining arm and leg were also in poor condition, covered with numerous signs of damage. Cables protruded from under the outer shell, their ends flashing with blinding sparks, and crackled as they fell to the ground.

Is this thing... still repairable?

Lancelot expressed his doubts, but even if he couldn't save the Knight Mech, saving one Imperial Knight would be enough.

"This is it." Larasin led Lancelot to a sealed hatch. "The Knight's system has been compromised, and it's now completely locked. My men and I don't have enough heavy firepower to break through the hatch, sir..."

Are you sure that knight is still alive?

"I........"

“Speaking is necessary; we have no time to waste on the dead.”

"...alive."

Lara Singh's gaze hardened, and she nodded at Lancelot.

“I spoke with him just ten minutes ago. Although he was very weak at that time, I am certain that he is still alive.”

Lancelot stopped speaking, but activated the disintegration field on his sword. As he swung his sword, several long cracks appeared on the hard hatch. These cracks intersected and formed an opening that allowed a mortal to pass through.

Lancelot kicked the hatch open, and Lara Singh immediately went inside. He saw the weak blond man on the mechanical throne and quickly called for the medic in his team.

After being given a shot of stimulant, the man, who had been unconscious due to his injuries, twitched his facial muscles twice, and then unconsciously uttered a sound.

"Mother..........."

He said this and shook Lara Singh's hand.

Lala Xin's expression stiffened slightly, but she didn't pull away from the other person's hand; instead, she let out a helpless sigh.

"How about it?"

"Vascular signs have stabilized."

"Okay, take him out."

The two men carried the knight named Char away from there. Lancelot watched them, and after confirming that the rescue was successful, he prepared to leave to meet up with Asford.

But at that moment, a voice suddenly came through the communication channel.

"Lancelot, don't leave yet. Stay there and protect the wreckage of that knight mech."

It was Lynch's voice; he gave the order, causing Lancelot to change his course of action.

He remained stationed there, and fifteen minutes later, as the sound of engines came from the horizon, a Stormbird descended from the sky and landed beside him.

The hatch opened, but the person who stepped out was not Lynch, but a Mechanic in a red robe.

The Mechanic ignored Lancelot and approached the wreckage of the knight's mech. He scanned the mech from side to side with a device, then nodded and sent a message.

“Great Sage, this machine spirit perfectly meets our requirements.”

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"Karl, now you've got what you wanted."

At the Imperial Army's garrison, Lynch looked at Belisarius Caul and the Primal Forged Leader standing before him and sighed helplessly.

"Let's make it clear beforehand that if that knight comes looking for you, you must give him the chance to drive. This is his throne, and taking it away from someone in distress is shameless enough, let alone the fact that you're going to use it to make illegal modifications that violate the holy scriptures."

Belisarius Caul did not speak, but simply lowered his head and stared at the sand table in front of him, remaining silent.

Seeing his expression, Lin Qi refrained from speaking further and waited quietly.

Five minutes later, the Great Sage of the Mechanicus finally made a move. He raised his head from under his red robe, looked at Lin Qi, and asked an incredibly explosive question.

When can you wake Guilliman up?

"Huh? What did you say?"

"I said, when can you wake Guilliman up?"

"No, keep your voice down. Is this something you can just bring up and talk about?"

“I’ve already installed soundproofing around here, so there’s no need to worry about leaks. I’m asking this question for no other reason than that, as you know, if Guilliman doesn’t awaken and doesn’t have his support, then many powers cannot be put into the open. You’re not qualified yet, and Horus is even less qualified.”

Kaur's words made Lynch think, and after thinking about it, he had to admit that it made a lot of sense.

For example, the original Astartes. Although he has been promoting it within the Star Claws and has been intentionally or unintentionally seeking opinions from cooperating Astartes chapters, this thing cannot be directly thrown into the open.

Unless he has an absolute claim, a claim that is not some kind of divine choice, but an indisputable claim that, in this day and age, is the greatest claim except for emperors.

Undisputedly, within the Empire, such a declaration naturally falls under the category of loyalty to the Primarch.

Among the loyal Primarchs, Robert Guilliman is the largest among the Ultramarines who have offspring accounting for 70% of the total number of Ultramarines in the entire Astartes galaxy.

As for Lynch and Horus...

Lynch's current identities within the Empire are: Emperor's Chosen, Star Claws Battle Leader, Badab Alliance Leader, and part-time, implicit Omnisayian Chosen.

Such a status is indeed precious, making one a top-tier figure even in Terra, a place teeming with nobles.

But it's not enough.

As for Horus, needless to say, although he is now loyal, he claims that while he might have some in Chaos, the Empire is truly nothing.

Therefore, reviving Guilliman is a major event.

"After this battle, I and the Eldar Council raided Comoros. After completing that raid, I led them to resurrect Guilliman."