Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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If all the Eldar are killed, Death will naturally be born from the Eldar's destruction.

Evelynn chose a different path to defeat the Thirsty Lady, while Uslan decided to look to the future and seek hope.

To Uslan's surprise, his "what's the use of this" attitude actually led him to find hope.

Humanity.

Uslan stood in the control room, followed by several other prophets. They gazed silently at the ugly planet outside the porthole, as if witnessing their own impending fate.

A lucky race.

Outside the window, in the void, three Eldar warships sailed side by side. Behind these three warships, a huge, meteorite-like object was being dragged forward slowly by their gravity devices.

Like a carriage used by intelligent beings in a distant era, the three Eldar warships were the horses, and what they were towing were the carriages.

The old prophet took a deep breath, turned his head, and looked at the warship's operator.

"How's it going? Haven't they spotted us yet?"

"No."

The operator replied, and the old prophet nodded, turned around, and looked at his fellow prophets.

"Gentlemen," the old prophet began, his voice not loud, but loud enough for everyone present to hear, "the path we are about to take is one of death. We all know that once that relic is activated, most of us will perish."

The prophets remained calm, and none of them flinched at the death mentioned in the old prophet's words.

“But I believe our sacrifice is worthwhile. Indeed, we are now helping humanity wage a war, but after this war, we will receive a promise.” The old prophet paused, and when he spoke again, his tone was more serious. “A promise from the gods.”

The prophets' faces lit up with excitement; without exception, everyone present had complete faith in the words of their predecessor.

Therefore, they are willing to give their lives for this.

"Enough said." The old prophet glanced around at his fellow countrymen, memorizing their faces. "Let's begin."

The object being dragged by the warship's gravity device was released from the gravitational pull, and the thick outer layer covering its surface began to peel off at that moment.

Three minutes later, a silvery-white, cone-shaped object appeared. It hovered in the weightless environment, seemingly aimless, and would soon leave the Eldar warship.

On the warship, the prophets arrived at a spacious hall. Inside the hall, a magic circle had already been set up.

The old prophet arrived at the very center of the magic circle. He closed his eyes, and a surge of psionic energy emanated from his body. At the same time, his mouth opened slightly, uttering one ancient syllable after another.

These syllables are connected together, giving the impression of singing.

Surrounding the old prophet, the remaining prophets solemnly began their own rituals.

The prophets stomped the ground, swung their arms, and slapped their chests and calves. They squatted or leaped, performing a series of complex movements.

They are dancing.

The Dance of the Spirit Race.

Embarking on a dance to death.

In an instant, a powerful psionic reaction erupted within the magic circle. The intense force even caused Kayan, who was tens of thousands of kilometers away on the surface of Galmyk, to suddenly raise his head and stare incredulously at the empty sky.

The reaction is..........

Before Kayan could even process what was happening, a streak of silvery-white light, trailing a long shadow, ripped through the dim sky of Galmek, darkened by the chaotic ritual.

The silvery-white light, like a sharp sword, carved an unhealable scar across the sky before falling to the horizon at the edge of sight. Finally, it exploded, transforming into millions of meteors that scattered throughout Galmec.

Kayan stood there, and after three seconds, he immediately realized what had happened.

"Hong Suo!"

He shouted, but the barrier formed by the Chaos Ritual had shattered, leaving only a thin, barely functional layer.

Such a barrier is impenetrable, not to mention orbital bombardment, even a mortal's light gun cannot withstand it.

"Hurry up, they've noticed us."

On the Eldar warship, the old prophet refused his companion's offer of assistance. He went to another prophet who had fallen to the ground, looking at the other's lifeless body, which had been drained of its psychic energy and resembled a corpse, and gently stroked the other's cheek.

“Send a message to Evelynn and tell her to come here after the Battle of Galmec is over.”

Chapter 172 Death Company! Strike! (Rain of Death)

People often find it difficult to describe things they haven't seen before.

For example, the Word Bearer recruit number 114514, who had just been born from the demon's womb, could not describe what rain was.

Honso's arrival changed many things on Galmec, one of the biggest being that he shared his highly acclaimed Demon Womb technique with the Word Bearers at a discounted price.

With the support of this technology, a large number of Word Bearer recruits were created. However, compared with warriors who had undergone normal training, these recruits not only lacked skin at birth, but their basic combat skills were also unbelievably poor.

However inadequate they may be, they are still "Astartes"—Astartes whose physical strength and power far surpass those of ordinary humans.

So the Word Bearers still managed to train four batches of such warriors, giving them the most rudimentary equipment and a serial number based on their production order, allowing them to survive as high-level cannon fodder above the Galmecs.

114514 was produced in the fourth and final batch. When it was first born from its "mother's" womb, it was lucky enough to snatch a piece of skin, which it then sewed onto its own body, so that it wouldn't be mercilessly killed, shredded, and used as material elsewhere like its defeated brothers.

However, 114514's luck didn't stop there. In the days that followed, he underwent brutal training from the veterans and successfully obtained a discarded bomb gun and chainsaw sword. He even won the position of squad leader in his squad through a duel.

If things continue like this, perhaps one day he can don power armor and live in this world as a true Word Bearer warrior.

However, recently, this lucky person has been puzzled by a problem.

That is, he didn't know what rain was.

The incident stemmed from the head of a mortal he had recently consumed. Astartes' superhuman organs helped him access the mortal's memories, and within these fragmented memories obtained from the incomplete brain lay a crucial concept.

rain.

Rain is a blessing to all things; it will wash away many things in this world, cleanse a person of their sins, and allow their body and mind to be completely rebuilt...

What exactly was that rain? It was so magical.

114514 was filled with intense curiosity, but after asking all her companions, no one could give a specific answer as to what rain actually was or what it was like to get caught in the rain.

Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. 114514's companions were, of course, those who, like him, were born from the womb of demons. These people spent all their time on Galmec, witnessing the eternally unchanging gloomy and crimson sky. How could they possibly know what rain actually was?

114514 wanted to ask his "seniors," but unfortunately, given his status, no one would answer his questions.

Therefore, he could only seek the answer from the mortals on the planet.

On the first day, he learned that rain is actually something that falls, something that falls from the sky, something that falls very, very quickly.

The next day, he learned that the rain was falling very fast, incredibly fast, so fast that people couldn't even react before it started.

On the third day, he learned that the rain did not appear on Galmec, but on other planets.

On the fourth day, he learned that the appearance of rain was not fixed, but random and could not be predicted.

Day 5... Today is the fifth day.

114514 felt he was getting closer and closer to the answer. He believed that if he asked more mortals, he would soon be able to gain a concrete understanding of rain and imagine it.

Standing up from the earthen mound of the trench, 114514 dusted himself off. He gripped his chainsaw sword, which lay to the side, and slowly began to move forward. As he moved, a gurgling sound emanated from his body.

That was the sound of the skulls hanging from his waist colliding with each other.

Who should I ask today...?

114514 was thinking, while getting closer and closer to your camp filled with mortals.

We should ask an old mortal; he's older, more experienced, and more likely to know about rain.

Alternatively, you could ask someone who was recently captured. These people have memories of other planets. 114514 already knows that rain is something that only exists on other planets, so the probability of finding information about rain from memories of other planets is not small.

Which one should I look for...?

114514 hesitated and wavered. Finally, he stopped in front of the camp, lowered his head, and fell into deep thought.

Forget it, why not just find someone older or someone recently captured from another planet? Wouldn't that satisfy everyone?

114514 was satisfied with his amazing wisdom, but just as he was about to step into the camp, a piercing, sharp sound instantly echoed throughout the entire Galmec.

114514 looked up blankly. He recognized the sound. On the first day of training, the veteran in charge of them had said that this was the sound that would be heard when war broke out.

The war has begun.

114514 immediately realized this fact. The content of the training made him subconsciously turn around, wanting to go back to the trench he had just left.

However, as soon as he took his first step, the sight before him made him freeze in mid-air.

"rain........"

He said that word.

In the sky, countless tiny black dots broke through the atmosphere, sweeping towards the earth with an unparalleled momentum. These black dots left trails in their wake before crashing to the ground, causing the entire earth to tremble.

Isn't this just rain?

boom! ! !

A small black dot grew larger and larger in the field of vision, finally hitting a spot 100 meters away from 114514. 114514 looked at the "raindrop," stretched out his hand to measure it, and found that it was not as small as the mortal had said a few days ago.

Or is there a different type of rain?

114514 thought of something, but before he could finish, the sound of gears turning rang out, followed by a huge explosion.

114514 collapsed to the ground, a sharp pain shooting through his lower back and abdomen. His consciousness began to fade, and before it completely dissipated, this man, who was originally a PDF on an ordinary planet, saw several giants emerging from the "rain."

Gabriel Seth, gripping his two-handed chainsaw sword, led the way at the head of the procession.

"For the Emperor! For Saint Gilles! Death Company! Charge!"

Chapter 173 For Saint Gilles!

The war began with the first naval battle in the void.

However, its cruelty was only revealed to everyone involved when the airdrop pods landed and the two sides began to fight face-to-face.

As a war blacksmith, Honso's expertise in defensive warfare was indeed impeccable. After breaking through the initial trenches and some well-defended bunkers, the dropped Flesh Thrashers quickly crashed into a defensive line that was fully fortified and stretched for tens of kilometers.

Gabriel Seth stood on a hillside, the telescopic system inside his helmet allowing him to clearly see the enemy defensive lines three kilometers away.

Behind him, warriors clad in black power armor were still covered in the blood and flesh of the enemies they had just fought, and they occasionally let out muffled growls and unintelligible whispers.

The warband priests surrounded them, keeping watch on their surroundings while chanting scriptures to suppress the madness and anger within their brothers.

"How about it?"