Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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After the Siege of Terra ended and the Emperor ascended the Golden Throne, Rogue Dorne, for various reasons, launched an extermination attack against the traitors. During this time, his brother Guilliman organized reforms of the Astartes Legion, breaking down the large legions into warbands. Rogue Dorne initially expressed anger but ultimately supported this action.

Then, during an attack on the Chaos Fleet, outnumbered, Rogue Dorn launched a desperate boarding maneuver against the enemy. When the battle ended, it was discovered that Rogue Dorn had completely disappeared. The Imperial Fists found only one of their father's remaining hands; the rest of his body had vanished without a trace.

People in the real universe don't know where Roger Dorn is, where he went, or whether he's dead or alive. But in the warp, the people at the card table all know that the piece representing "Stone" has been cunningly hidden under the seat of one of the players.

That player was Khorne.

When Rogue Dorn was about to die, Khorne saved him, but he knew he could not corrupt him, and no one else could possess him either. So he hid him in the dimension where he had once seduced him, and placed that dimension beneath the throne.

When Lynch learned about this from Tzeentch, he was completely shocked, but upon closer reflection, he realized that it was indeed something Khorne was capable of doing.

But this also allowed him to develop his own plan.

He used a third of his power for projection, and Carlos successfully infiltrated the alternate dimension beneath the Brass Throne along this line, bringing power and hope to Rogue Dorn, who was trapped inside.

The one who was meant to poke Khorne's hook was never Lynch himself; his actions were merely provocation. Furthermore, given how things have progressed, the warp rift in Galmyk is nearing its end, even if it were Khorne himself...

"You think you've achieved your goal?"

Khorne coldly stared at Lin Qi, raised his sword, and casually slashed.

A powerful surge of energy abruptly halted the shrinking crack that was about to close. Khorne looked at his "brother" before him, raised the divine sword above his head, and then mercilessly slashed down.

The massive sword fell like an entire star, causing the subspace to tremble. Lin Qi gritted his teeth, raised his sword, and prepared to take the blow once again.

But at that moment, Carlos's voice suddenly rang out.

"Sir, you are ready."

In a brief moment, Lin Qi breathed a sigh of relief. He put down his sword, raised his head, and let Khorne slash the divine sword at him.

Khorne looked at Lin Qi, who had stopped resisting, and was immediately confused. At that moment, he suddenly felt an extremely strange sensation, which prompted him to amplify his senses. This successfully allowed him to detect a subtle aura.

A blue feather fell from the sky, accompanied by a grating, sinister laugh.

That is........

Treachery!

In a fraction of a second, Khorne understood what was happening. It immediately tried to turn around, but it was too late. Cracks appeared on the bronze throne, golden light piercing through them. Then, with a deafening roar, the throne shattered, and a figure enveloped in golden flames appeared, charging towards the Blood God's rear with unparalleled power.

Khorne!

Chapter 197 The eldest brother holds the Golden Throne, the second brother holds the Bronze Throne

Khorne!

Rogue Dorn was bathed in flames, exuding an unparalleled aura. His heart was filled with rage, and the power of the Emperor surged through his blood, muscles, bones, and soul, making him stronger than ever before, even capable of contending with the so-called "gods."

In the instant he broke through the sky, Roger Dorn remembered many things.

He first thought of those early days when he landed on the cold plains of the Inuit planet.

There, he met his grandfather, who taught him many things, and he cherished his relationship with him immensely, even after discovering that they were not related by blood.

He then thought of the space station he had spent many years activating in the planet's orbit, a space station named Mountain Array. Relying on it, he successfully unified his star cluster, became the people's emperor, and established his own miniature pocket empire.

Later, his grandfather passed away, but this wise old man left his adopted grandson a fur-trimmed robe that could be preserved for a long time, so that his soul and spirit could always accompany his most beloved descendant.

Dorne set off with his blessing, and then he met his father.

Emperor.

In Dorne's eyes, the Emperor was a great man who fought for the fate of humanity, and whose Great Crusade could pull humanity out of the darkness of the Dark Ages.

This was good; it aligned perfectly with his ideals, so he was willing to join that empire and dedicate himself to the Great Expedition.

During the Great Crusade, Dorne encountered many people: his brothers, his offspring, his subordinates...

At that time, they were all determined to move towards a goal, and firmly believed that this goal could be achieved.

But what happened next is something everyone knows.

Horus unleashed a massive rebellion that swept across the empire, plunging it into complete chaos. In Terra, the Emperor sacrificed himself for the final victory, becoming a mutilated corpse, forced to linger on his throne.

After everything was over, Guilliman arrived on Terra with his massive fleet. Already seething with anger, he began arguing with his brother, overhearing his brother's pronouncements on dismantling the Legions, reforming the power structure, and promulgating the Codex Astartes...

He supported it.

On the one hand, he had already realized the damage that a rebellion by a considerable number of Astartes would inflict on the Empire.

On the other hand, he also had an infuriating thought at the time.

Go ahead and stir things up. When you've stirred up the empire to the point of boiling resentment and plunged humanity into darkness, I'll just play along with you until the very end.

Later, during an attack on the Chaos Fleet, outnumbered and outgunned, he launched a desperate boarding maneuver, losing a hand in the process. Khorne then used a warp storm to carry him away, trapping him in the desert for a full ten thousand years.

For ten thousand years, he was far from the empire and humanity, making a desperate advance through the yellow sands, even losing the ability to think. He couldn't remember his past memories, not because he forgot them, but because he deliberately made himself not to remember them in his despair.

Once he successfully escaped the trap, he naturally remembered everything.

Thank you, Father.

As Roger Dorn thought to himself, a phantom hand formed from golden psionic energy and flames on his arm, which was missing one hand. Within this hand, a huge sword burned with raging flames, its tip aimed at Khorne, and it thrust forward fiercely.

Over ten thousand years, by utilizing the power of the state religion, the emperor accumulated an incomparably powerful force of faith.

At this moment, he used this power of faith through Dorne, and his target was a god who stood against humanity.

The blade pierced the body, and to the imposing physique of a god, the greatsword appeared so small that it seemed like a dagger.

Could such a dagger really harm a god?

The answer is, of course, yes.

The blade pierced through the hook. A swift, furious strike, imbued with the imprisoned's rage, practical and concise. For a brief moment, the two figures were frozen in place, the raging Primarch and the tormented god connected by the blade.

Through this medium, the emperor channeled and poured in all his power.

That sublime and powerful force carried an unprecedented psychic shockwave, containing the will and resilience of humanity accumulated over millennia. Like lightning striking a metal rod, it traveled along the illusory blade, and the resulting fireball was brighter than anything else in the world.

Then the light vanished, and the earth burst into flames. This was not the kind of raging flames that burned daily in the Land of Khorne, but a golden, doomsday flame, powerful enough to kill any demon.

The Blood God wailed.

His wails echoed throughout the Warp, clearly heard by everyone from the lowest-ranking demons to the highest-ranking gods.

The three gods reacted differently. The merciful Father paused for a moment while stirring the cauldron, then continued stirring. The youngest lady suddenly sat up from her warm bed, her slender body beginning to writhe. The cunning Bluebird let out a loud laugh, as if celebrating the success of his wicked scheme.

Carlos looked at everything before him. His two heads saw the past and the future at the same time. He could see the shock and anger on the face of the Blood God before he was pierced by the hook, and he could also see in the future that the god sat on the reforged throne, healing his wounds day after day.

Now the eldest brother has the Golden Throne, and the second brother has the Bronze Throne.

Carlos thought to himself, while simultaneously hearing the command from his master.

"Alright, take the two of them and let's go."

A psionic message was transmitted, and the current situation appeared in Carlos's mind. He saw Lynch lying in front of Khorne, and also saw Roger Dorn collapsing from exhaustion after piercing Khorne's hook.

Tzeentch's chief archduke obeyed his master's command. He took flight, his enormous blue wings sweeping up the two fallen figures and transforming them into a streak of blue light as they flew away into the distance.

"Tzeentch! The Cursed One!"

Khorne suppressed his pain. He felt the burning pain emanating from his lower body and sensed the power of human faith burning around his wounds, preventing them from healing.

He was utterly enraged.

"distortion!"

All the demons who worshipped the Blood God began to roar. They flapped their wings and transformed into countless red streaks of light, chasing after the blue streak of light.

"Find them! Capture them! Kill them!"

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Galmek Horus stood on the battlefield. In the short time that had just passed, apart from the initial Angron, he had killed three Khorne archdemons who had come to the battlefield through the warp rift. His body and psionic energy had completely reached their limits.

And just as he killed the third Khorne, the rift in the sky was completely closed.

The problem is that Lynch did not return after the rift was closed.

This is the biggest problem.

Horus thought seriously, his feet resting on the head of a Khorne archdeacon, his psionic wings folded, making him look like a bird resting in a tree.

The Astartes of the Star Claws surrounded them. After the rift closed, the demons' power was greatly weakened, and they were quickly wiped out by the Empire's concentrated superior forces.

The remaining traitors, Astartes, and mortal cultists were much easier to deal with, because Khorne's demons attacked indiscriminately, wielding their swords against all living beings around them, not just the Empire, but also the cultists who believed in them.

This resulted in the remaining enemies suffering similar losses to the Empire after the demons were destroyed. Furthermore, due to their beliefs, many cultists had no will to resist when the demons tried to kill them, and simply chose to await their fate.

The empire has triumphed.

Victory came to the people just like that. When the towering flames burned at the altar in the center of the hive, many people felt a magical sensation and were completely unaware of what was happening.

ended.

Horus thought to himself.

But it is not over yet.

In the Battle of Galmyk, apart from the Eldar who had disappeared at the beginning, the old prophet appeared at the front. Horus looked over and realized that the Eldar who had previously looked like he was only middle-aged had now turned white-haired and even had wrinkles on his face.

"grown ups."

The old prophet bowed respectfully and addressed Horus.

"Alien, what are you doing here? And pull up your hoods, your shapes have already aroused suspicion in some sensitive children."

"Rest assured, great Wolf God, we have no intention of offending you. I have come here simply to discuss with you the specifics of our upcoming attack on Comoros."

"We'll talk about this later. Do you really think I would send troops that have just finished fighting directly into another dangerous battlefield?"

Horus spoke coldly, but the questioning in his words did not offend the old prophet; on the contrary, his attitude became even more respectful.

“Of course I know, so I brought you the news.”

"what news?"

"News about Lord Lynch."

In an instant, even the most elite Eldar warriors around the old prophet didn't have time to react before the massive figure rushed to their side. The elite Astartes of the Star Claws also surrounded them, forming layers upon layers, successfully isolating the others.

"explain."

Horus looked at the old prophet, his voice leaving no room for doubt.