Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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Roguedorn thought to himself, and gripped the Stormfang tightly in his hand.

The green-skinned orcs did not launch their attack immediately upon seeing the Imperial army. They waited for the Black Templar warriors and Rogdorath to take their positions opposite them, even lining up in formation. Then, the two sides faced each other, king against king, general against general, staring at each other without making a move.

In the almost frozen atmosphere, looking at the Bonecrusher of Rogdorath, he suddenly burst into laughter.

Rogdorn showed no change in expression. He simply watched the orc laughing excitedly, mentally calculating the orc's next move and the potential course of the war.

The Bonecrusher's laughter was deafening, echoing throughout the entire space. He laughed for a very long time before slowly taking a step forward and extending his hand to Rogdorn.

However, this is not a gesture of friendliness, but rather a gesture that foreshadows the cruel, bloody, and murderous acts that are about to take place.

"I can not wait any more."

A sinister smile appeared on the Bonebreaker's face. He activated his weapon, and the roars of the ferocious orcish minions and the deep hum of the Stormfangs clashed against each other, like two different notes in a piece of music, each trying to prove that it was the one most suitable for the melody.

"The Bone Crusher"

Roger Dorn whispered.

"I will kill you completely."

"Then why don't you give it a try?"

The Bonebreaker grinned menacingly as it raised one hand, prompting the orc lads around it to erupt in excited "WAAAGH" cheers. Rogue Dorn, his face grim, also raised a hand. The Black Templar warriors silently activated their weapons, followed by Helbrecht's furious battle cry.

"Son of Dorne!"

He roared, his power sword flashing with electricity that disintegrated the force field.

"No need for pity! No need for regret! No need for fear!"

"No need for pity! No need for regret! No need for fear!"

The Astartes of the Black Temple roared in unison, showing no fear despite being slightly outnumbered by the orcs.

At this moment, the Bonebreaker's expression also became completely serious.

Without further hesitation, he pointed his weapon at Rogue Dorn opposite him. Then, as the first orc boy charged out of the ranks, the first gunshot rang out, and the first clash of weapons began to echo. The battle had officially begun at that moment.

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Meanwhile, in the warp, another battle was raging.

Felus Manus's face was grim. Ever since his head was cut off by the corrupted Primarch Forgrim during the Battle of Istvan III ten thousand years ago, his soul had been reshaped by the Emperor, making him the leader of his Cursed Legion, or rather, the chief archduke under the Emperor.

During his ten thousand years in the warp, although he was unable to freely descend into the material world for a considerable period due to various reasons, he still fought numerous battles in the warp, leaving behind a formidable reputation. This also indicates that his strength had grown increasingly formidable.

More importantly, within the warp, with the enhancements and replenishments from the warp, he can even destroy an entire continental shelf with a single blow, and after condensing psionic energy, he can easily incinerate an entire planet.

But at this moment, facing the strange orc under the command of Brother Gao Mao, who, in Felus's eyes, was even as tall as his brother Vulgan, he felt an unprecedented pressure.

It wasn't that their strength was completely crushed by the opponent, but rather that after several exchanges, both sides judged each other to be evenly matched in strength.

The difference lies in the fact that, unlike the great orcs who can focus wholeheartedly on fighting Feralus, Medusa now has to pay attention to another battle.

That was in the sky, where Lynch was engaged in an earth-shattering battle with two orc gods.

Felus's face was grim. According to the original plan, he was supposed to help the other side stall and at least attract the attention of one orc god.

However, given the current situation, if he doesn't resort to some extraordinary means, Lin Qi will be beaten half to death by the two orc gods before he can kill the orc in front of him.

It seems the time has come to use our trump card.

Taking a deep breath, Felus exerted his strength, and the warhammer in his hand turned into a running meteor, crashing heavily into the blade of the huge broadsword in the orc's hand.

The immense force slammed into the sword's surface with an invincible momentum, leaving the orc momentarily unable to defend himself and sending him flying.

It was at this moment that Felus finally had a free moment. He reached his hand to his chest, pulled out a golden sphere, and then crushed it violently.

A golden streak of light transformed into a meteor and shot into the warp sky before exploding violently. The scattered golden flames fell like raindrops, splattering onto the orcs fighting the cursed legion, causing them to howl in agony before slowly turning to ashes.

However, the main purpose of this move is not to kill the enemy.

Rather, it's to transmit a coordinate.

The instant the coordinates were transmitted, several beings in the subspace shifted their attention to the location where the golden "fireworks" had appeared.

The hooded man sat on a large rock, with a rough battle axe to his left and two huge wolves surrounding him. The two wolves lay obediently beside him, and even though they exuded an aura that would frighten even demons, they were as docile as two big dogs at this moment.

The man watched the fireworks, his brows furrowing slightly. Then he stood up, snapped his fingers discreetly, and opened a portal.

In a mysterious and profound space within the subspace, the eerie polymer stopped flying. Its countless black feathers and red eyes, interspersed among them, stared at the location where the "fireworks" appeared, but only for a moment before it immediately looked away and pounced on another location like a hawk hunting its prey.

On a stretch of road in the network, the roar of the engine subsided, and surrounded by his offspring, the wild man gripped the scimitar at his waist and gently shook his head.

In a tranquil forest, an elderly man with long, white hair slept soundly. Just as the fireworks exploded, his tightly closed eyelids suddenly twitched.

However, these things are not important at the moment. The important things are still happening on the battlefield where Ferrus Manus, the Cursed Legion, and Lynch are fighting.

After the golden fireworks exploded, the entire space fell into silence. Mao Ge immediately realized something was wrong. It sent a message to Gao Ge, who was fighting fiercely with Lin Qi, but the latter ignored it and continued to attack Lin Qi again and again.

Each swing of the giant club in his hand was enough to stir up violent waves throughout the warp, causing warp storms to appear on what should have been stable warp routes. Whether human or alien, loyalist or rebel, everyone was tormented by these warp storms. The navigator's screams were incessant, like background music for the battle.

Using the mobility provided by his wings, Lin Qi nimbly dodged and weaved through Gao Ge's attacks. By now, he had successfully discerned that the two orc gods were not entirely of one mind, especially Mao Ge—as the most revered figure among rare orcs such as the Great Technician, Shaman, and Mad Doctor, Mao Ge had become cunning and calculating while possessing command abilities far exceeding those of vegetarians. He was prone to thinking two, three, or even four steps ahead, and then being fooled by the potential traps within those steps.

The orc is relatively pure, which explains why he is the most worshipped orc. The orc's unique ferocious fighting genes are the most practical manifestation of this orc god in the material universe.

Lynch, too, had no idea what Ferrus Manus's purpose was in using that move.

Is that a coordinate?

What coordinates?

Artillery firing coordinates?

Lynch found out very quickly.

Warp energy suddenly surged, directly affecting the corresponding material universe. In hundreds of hive worlds, psionicists on the planets felt an unprecedented sensation—a sensation like the end, like death, like eternal annihilation and the end of everything.

"This...this is..."

An Astartes Chapter think tank member suddenly opened his eyes, his face filled with unprecedented shock. Just as he was about to try to perceive the situation more clearly, a powerful pressure struck him, causing him to vomit blood and faint on the spot.

The same thing is happening to the think tanks of various battle groups.

In Baal, in the secret chamber of the Blood Angels, Dante looked at Mephisto, who simply shook his head, telling his master not to worry too much.

Macurag and Karga wore solemn expressions. Beside them stood Tigris, whose eyes were tightly closed as he used his psychic powers to try his best to glean a glimpse of the truth.

At the Stone Fortress, Ezekiel suddenly opened his eyes, his joy overflowing.

Lin Qi stared in awe at the golden crack that appeared, the golden energy flowing out from it, and the golden humanoid figure formed by the energy.

The moment Brother Gao Mao saw the golden humanoid and sensed the immense power it possessed, his expression changed drastically.

"Universally Invincible Super Tyrannosaurus Rex Rice!"

The golden humanoid didn't speak, but simply raised its hand. Lin Qi immediately felt his physical strength drain away. The wings on its back and the small golden sword in its hand all turned into specks of light, along with a portion of its own spiritual energy and power. They intertwined and finally transformed into a burning sword that reached straight to the sky in the golden humanoid's hand.

"He's an expert, everyone retreat quickly!"

Without hesitation, Mao shouted, and his orc lads immediately obeyed, abandoning their enemies and fleeing in panic. A green wave appeared in the warp, and Mao and his second brother exchanged a glance before charging directly at the golden humanoid.

"So what if it's just the invincible, super tyrannical lobster?! Watch us give it a good beating! WAAAGH!!!"

The moment of impact was earth-shattering.

Lin Qi's vision went black, and he lost consciousness.

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In the real universe, Roger Dorn also sensed what was happening in the warp.

The moment the Emperor's power appeared, a huge weight was lifted from his heart, and he focused his attention even more intently on the battle before him.

The Bonebreaker was in agony. Just moments ago, he felt the blessing bestowed upon him by Brother Gao Mao suddenly weaken. The gap between him and the super giant shrimp in front of him, which was already quite large, became even more obvious. In an instant, even the weapon in his hand started to fall apart under the fierce attack of the opponent's super giant slash, as if it would fall apart at any moment.

However, it is not without its own advantages.

That is, it has a large enough personal guard to provide more assistance in restraining and weakening the enemy's attack.

Rog Dorn remained expressionless as he wielded Stormfang. The machine spirit of this savage, finely crafted chainsaw sword roared with excitement, growing even more exhilarated with each slash that tore through the orc's skin, muscles, and bones, cleaving them in two. It seemed as if Stormfang's own performance was enhanced at that moment.

In the course of the battles, Roger Dorn became increasingly adept and skilled, gaining a greater understanding and mastery of his prosthetic arm.

Several orcish sorcerer boys stood at the edge of the battlefield, huddled together, chanting incantations of unknown meaning, clearly preparing some kind of spell.

Roger Dorn raised his prosthetic limb, and the barely perceptible patterns engraved on his metal palm emitted a blue glow. Then, with a whoosh, a lightning dragon appeared and viciously bit into the bodies of the orcs.

Dozens of orcs rushed forward, trying to take this opportunity to suppress the stubborn rock.

However, Rogue Dorn showed no change in expression. He raised Stormfang and swung it at an incredible angle. By the time the blade fell, a "small mountain" of orc corpses had appeared around him.

"next."

Roger Dorn looked at the Bonebreaker.

"That's you."

Chapter 214 The Death of the Bone Crusher

"The next one is you."

The Bone Crusher felt a strange yet familiar sensation.

It was a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time.

It was a feeling that hadn't appeared in him for a long time since he became the leader of the orcs and ruled over tens of millions of orcs, launching grand WAAAGH events across the galaxy.

A complex feeling that comes with fear, unease, and coldness when facing imminent death.

The Bonebreaker hated this feeling because it always reminded him of his past self as an orc boy, but when he actually faced it, he felt a strange, inexplicable peace within him.

It seems this is where my fate ends.

The Bonebreaker thought so.

but..............

As the Stormfangs drew ever closer, a sinister smile slowly crept across the orc warlord's face.

Even if he were to die, he would still want to show his final WAAAGH.

The weapon in his hand underwent a transformation, turning from a giant claw into a two-meter-long, menacing greatsword covered with numerous sharp claws in just a few seconds.

The weapon in his other hand was equally formidable—blue plasma energy began to charge, and the weapon attached to the Bonebreaker's armor emitted scorching heat.