Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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He raised the muzzle of his plasma hand cannon, aimed it at Dorn, and then, disregarding the presence of his personal guards around him, fired the ready-to-fire plasma cannon without the slightest hesitation.

"Whoosh—howl!!!"

A sharp, piercing sound rang out as the plasma plume tore through the air and hurtled straight toward Roger Dorn.

The stubborn stone's face remained expressionless, as if what was rushing towards it was not a fierce plasma mass but a harmless gust of wind.

He stopped and grabbed the neck of an orc boy next to him. Amidst the alien's terrified screams, he used unstoppable force to throw the boy away like a projectile.

The orc boy, whose body was over two meters tall, perhaps even exceeding two and a half meters, formed a straight line in the air and collided directly with the flying plasma cluster.

The instant of contact, a violent explosion instantly engulfed the entire space, accompanied by intense white light and sparks from the plasma eruption.

Even Rogdorn lost sight of it for a fleeting moment.

And this is the opportunity that the Bonebreaker has created for himself.

The Bonebreaker raised the greatsword he had just transformed into and, without the slightest hesitation, pounced on his enemy like the most ferocious beast.

The giant sword descended from the sky, containing terrifying power, as if it could cleave a chariot in two.

The Bonebreaker was confident in his attack. He knew there was a significant gap in strength between him and this super shrimp, but he didn't think the gap was so large as to be hopeless.

According to his understanding, as long as he can successfully hurt the other party, then there is a chance.

There's a chance... go for it!

The Bonebreaker's face was fierce as he attacked with all his might. If his enemy hadn't been a Primarch, his strategy, combined with such an attack, wouldn't have been too problematic.

Unfortunately, he was facing a Primarch.

Rogue Dorn raised Stormfang, the machine spirit of this finely crafted chainsaw sword roaring excitedly. Blade against blade, the chainsaw teeth and the greatsword's sharp claws rubbing against each other, producing a hissing sound and sparks flying outwards.

Rogdorn frowned slightly. He clearly sensed that the orc opposite him had undergone subtle changes in his aura and power since the beginning of the fight.

Bizarre aliens

The stubborn stone thought to itself.

Whether it was 1 years ago or 1 years from now, their strength and technology are so incredible and unreasonable.

Fortunately, it doesn't require those motor enthusiasts who work themselves to the bone, even to the point of madness, for the sake of so-called knowledge.

He doesn't need to figure out the principles behind the Greenskins' technology; he just needs to completely kill the Greenskins who use it.

The ship shook once again, this time much more violently than before. With the blessing of the second brother forced to leave most of the Bonebreaker, the WAAGH field that was maintaining the entire warship was significantly weakened, making it even more strained under the full force of the Eternal Expedition's attack.

Some of the red markings on Dorn's helmet turned green, indicating that the external energy shield of the orc battleship had been breached. The Eternal Expedition's hosting system also sent a message, stating that Thunderhawk and Stormbird were ready to depart directly to pick up Dorn and his crew after killing the Bonecrusher, and to deliver the Cyclone Torpedoes needed to destroy the ship.

Let's resolve this battle as soon as possible.

Roger Dorn took a deep breath and made a decision in his heart.

Next, I will give it my all.

The mechanical hand was activated, and a smooth blue force field enveloped Roger Dorn's body and the humming Stormfang. He gripped the sword hilt with both hands, holding it horizontally at the opening of his helmet, as if paying homage to the Bonecrusher. His body radiated a soft glow, but it didn't look like the sun; rather, it looked like an ordinary stone under flames.

The Bonebreaker looked at Roger Dorn, at this nobody in his eyes, at the stance he was taking, and in that brief moment, he immediately understood his predicament.

A narrow escape from death?

No.

It's a certain death sentence.

Roger Dorn launched his attack. A massive, violent two-handed sword, wielded by him, moved with the swiftness of a venomous snake. The blade, accompanied by the hum of a chainsaw, poured forth towards the Bonebreaker. It was so fast that none of the others present could even see it as it swept through the air. The Bonebreaker's armor emitted a terrified howl, as if it already foresaw its fate—to be torn in two by this horrific blow.

However, the Bonebreaker did not lose his life because of this attack.

Thanks to his greatly enhanced physical abilities after the blessing, the Bone Crusher could barely see the trickery behind this attack, and only then did he realize that in the previous battle, this little shrimp in front of him had not used his full strength at all.

With all his might, he would have been completely torn to pieces in those few dozen moves.

Fortunately, I had anticipated the current situation before the battle.

Two fart demons suddenly appeared. These creatures, the lowest in status among the orc race, rushed into the battlefield. With their thin bodies and unintelligent brains, what could they possibly do on this battlefield?

There are many things one can do, such as... exchanging one's own life for the life of the Bonebreaker.

boom! ! !

The bombs strapped to the two bastards suddenly exploded, and the impact forced Roger Dorn to slow down his chainsaw sword. This slowdown gave the Bonecrusher just enough time to retreat and dodge the attack that was originally too fast to avoid.

The Bonebreaker coughed up blood; the explosion had injured him considerably, but compared to being cut in two, it was a good ending.

In contrast, Roger Dorn, who had also been in direct contact with the explosion, was only covered in dust and dirt. He let out a long breath, which was tinged with charred black.

Oh my god, this is amazing.

The Bonebreaker gripped his greatsword tightly, and several more fart demons appeared around him once again.

Each of the farts was strapped with explosives. They trembled, seemingly filled with fear of their impending death, but under the oppressive aura of superiority emanating from the Bonebreaker, they still let out sharp cries and then, with unsteady steps, charged toward Roger Dorn.

Meanwhile, the plasma cannon in the Bone Crusher's hand began charging once more. Clearly, he wanted these bastards to buy him time through self-destruction, so he could unleash a truly life-threatening attack on the stubborn rock. (Questionable)

But his wishful thinking was quickly thwarted.

Two black figures rushed out—it was Helbrecht and Bayard. The moment they spotted the bomb-stuck bastards, they quickly dealt with the enemies around them and rushed to Roger Dorn's side, like loyal old men beside a tiger.

"Sir! Watch out!"

Helbrecht shouted.

Roger Dorn nodded slightly to the two men, then looked at the Bonebreaker with a cold gaze.

In less than a second, he traversed the distance and arrived at the Bonebreaker's side once again.

And coincidentally, at that moment, the Bonebreaker's plasma cannon had also completed its recharge.

The cannon was raised, aimed at Roger Dorn's left knee. If the blow landed successfully, Roger Dorn would have to lose half a leg, in addition to the hand he had lost years ago.

Unless he could be faster and use Storm Fang to completely sever the Bonecrusher's arm equipped with a plasma weapon before the plasma could even be emitted.

So, can he do it?

Absolutely! It's easy!

The Storm Fang fell like a meteor, its serrated blades whirring wildly the instant they made contact with the enemy's armor. The machine spirit no longer cheered, but let out a bloodthirsty laugh. It sensed the enemy's power and knew that it had chosen to drink the first truly substantial amount of enemy blood.

"what!!!"

The Bonebreaker screamed, its body arching backward. Rogue Dorn swung Stormfang, sending a long strip of flesh and armor flying. Rock Stalker pressed forward, no orc able to stop him even a step. He reached the one-armed Bonebreaker, who managed to swing a sword with its intact hand, but the strike was too slow and weak, easily deflected by a simple parry, revealing its exposed torso.

The two forces are still fighting, with the green-skinned orcs and the black shrines locked in a fierce battle. The black power armor of the black shrines stands out as mere specks in the green sea of ​​rocks, but each speck is incredibly sturdy, like reefs that have remained largely unchanged for millennia.

Battles like this were everywhere. Inside a ship, a Black Templar warrior faced an enemy many times his size. Outside, an Imperial warship faced an Orc warship many times its size. And now, Rog Dorn was about to put an end to all of this.

Stormfangs thrust out swiftly, simply, efficiently, like a bolt of lightning.

This time, the blade pierced through the Bonebreaker's chest.

In an instant, the entire scene fell completely silent. Every orc felt something, and the Black Templars, seeing the orcs' reaction, understood what had happened. They became even more fanatical, their fighting spirit even stronger. They shouted the name of their Father of Genetics and slaughtered all the enemies in front of them.

The Bonebreaker coughed up a mouthful of blood, and Roger Dorn showed no mercy, activating his chainsaw to completely shatter its heart.

"Shrimp........."

Straining his fading consciousness, the Bonebreaker looked at Roger Dorn.

"May I have your name?"

"Rogal Dorn."

Roger Dorn said coldly, then pulled the blade out sharply, spurting out countless drops of blood that stained his body and successfully extinguished the light in the Bonebreaker's eyes.

This orc, who had instilled fear in the entire human empire during the Second War of Amegiddund, finally died completely at this moment.

But will its death mean that the shadow of war has disappeared from the skies above Amighadoon?

No, never.

Because war never truly ends with the death of a single being. When humanity was first killed by aliens from outer space, it sealed the fate of a future where the entire galaxy would be filled with war.

Amighidotton, the elderly man looked up at the burning warships in the sky and the falling meteors, and let out a long sigh.

"Commissar Arek."

The orderly, seeing the highly respected imperial hero, thoughtfully presented him with an overcoat.

"It's very cold at night, you should put on your coat."

Arek waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need it.

“I’m not that weak,” Arek said. “The orcs’ attack has been repelled.”

The orderly was taken aback when he heard Arek's words.

Then, an expression of ecstasy appeared on his face.

"You...you mean...the Son of God succeeded?!"

Arek glanced at the orderly, who immediately realized he had misspoke and quickly corrected himself.

"Lord Dorn succeeded?"

Upon hearing this, Arek's previously stern face softened slightly. He nodded, stretched out his hand, and pointed to his modified electronic laser eye.

"I sensed some power draining from above. If the Bone Crusher hadn't died, this shouldn't have happened."

The orderly didn't pry. As Arek's orderly, he had been informed by General Hawke that some things shouldn't be asked too much.

Arek looked up at the sky and sighed.

The death of the Bonebreaker is indeed a good thing. This Primarch already possessed an extraordinary charisma, not to mention that after doing such a thing, he will probably be revered and even fanatically worshipped by everyone on Amegadoton.

but........

If the other side ends this war, will it also lead to an even bigger war?

Arek had learned some information from the Star Speaker, information that left him silent, weighing on his heart like a heavy stone.

but........

The political commissar suddenly shook his head.

War is, in essence, the fate of Armageddon, or rather, the fate of the entire empire.