Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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"Rogdorn said with a sigh."

"Many times, the talent he displayed was even the best among us brothers."

“You didn’t say that ten thousand years ago.”

Lin Qi spoke slowly.

"That was 1 years ago, after all."

Rogdorn looked at Lynch with an extremely serious expression.

“In the ten thousand years in the Realm of Khorne, Perturabo has made his own progress, but I have not remained unchanged either. During that long period of time, I have also thought about many things I have done in the past, the wrong things and the right things. And this process will naturally bring about certain changes in me.”

Things have changed; the stones are no longer smelly and hard.

Lynch didn't voice his thoughts, but simply sighed and flew to Rogdorn's side.

"So, how do you know it's in the Eldar language?"

“I am not fluent in Eldar language, but that doesn’t mean I know nothing about it.”

Rogdorn said this, but his brow furrowed slightly at the same time.

"I can confirm that this is military intelligence, recording the current movements of Peturab and his descendants, but there is a very serious problem, which is that I cannot decipher the information about their specific location at the moment."

As Rogdorn spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed to a symbol drawn on the rag.

Lin Qi looked over; the symbols appeared very abstract, resembling a group of twisted tadpoles. Although they were inanimate objects drawn with ink, when they landed on his retina, they gave off a strange sense of movement.

Is this the Eldar's script?

Lin Qi thought with some curiosity, while also admitting that the Elven race's writing was indeed much more abstract and complex than that of humans.

Don't they get tired of communicating in this kind of written language every day?

No, the Eldar are a psionic race.

At the height of the Eldar Empire, the Eldar did not have to worry about the danger posed by the Slaanesh. They could draw power from the Warp without restraint for their own use, and communication was easily accomplished through psionic teleportation.

Psychic powers are still too overpowered. If it weren't for those ridiculous side effects, then perhaps making humanity a psychic race would indeed be a wonderful and realistic prospect.

Unfortunately, in this galaxy, there are no "what ifs".

"Give me these Elven scripts."

Lynch spoke to Rogdorn.

"You speak Eldar?"

Rogdorn's tone was full of confusion. He did know that Lynch's true identity was not ordinary, and that he was even a being in the Warp with the same status as his father.

However, given his current state, it's hard to believe he is an omniscient and omnipotent god.

"Of course I won't."

Lynch looked at Rogdorn, shook his head slightly, and amusement appeared on his face.

“Do you think I’m going to solve this myself? It’s not impossible. After all, Eldar is essentially a language that is communicated using psionic energy. If I have enough time and enough power, I can not only decipher this small piece of Eldar script, but I can even decipher the entire Eldar language system.”

"But you don't have enough time right now, and you don't have enough strength either."

"So I need to find someone to help me answer this question."

As Lin Qi spoke, he looked at the tattered cloth and asked himself a question.

"Do you really think Peturab would write his plans on that tattered cloth and then have your offspring bring it to you?"

"He will."

Rogdorn said firmly.

“He will definitely do it. If this intelligence comes to us, then it must be true. Peturabo is deliberately telling us his whereabouts.”

Lynch felt confused. After all, he couldn't understand why Peturabo, as a master of war, would deliberately reveal his whereabouts. Such behavior was completely wrong on the battlefield.

"Don't think of Peturabo as too rational."

Rogdorn spoke calmly, directly expressing his thoughts on Perturaber to Lynch.

“He was essentially just a child, a child who lacked love, a patient with some mental illness, but he happened to have a genius brain. My father and Makado had already seen this many years ago, but at that time none of us realized how much harm it would cause us in the future if we let it go unchecked.”

"If Peturabo hadn't betrayed us back then."

Lin Qi sighed, a rare hint of regret in his voice.

"Then those rebels might not even be able to reach the surface of Terra."

Rogdorn did not refute, tacitly agreeing with Lynch's statement, which was indeed an indisputable fact, a past event that had not actually occurred.

"Since Perturabo is coming, I'll have to use my last trump card."

"The trump card?"

Lynch's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at Rogdorn, completely unable to believe that the other party had any trump card up his sleeve.

After all, the Imperial Fist and its subsidiaries have already laid out their strength on paper.

The largest warship ever built by mankind, the Yamajin.

Throughout the entire galaxy, there are only a handful of Glory Queen warships, such as the Eternal Expedition.

The massive Astartes fleet, comprised of strike cruisers and battle barges from various battle groups.

Led by the Sons of Dorne, their total strength approached that of the 40,000-strong Astartes army.

Amegidodon is home to millions of mortal defenders, its own Imperial naval fleet, a robust planetary defense orbit, and numerous heavily guarded hive cities on the surface.

And there are reinforcements arriving from all over the empire, as well as abundant logistical supplies that can support the entire army for decades without shortage of supplies.

These forces on paper are powerful enough that even Abaddon, located in the Eye of Terror, could easily take a bite out of the Black Legion if Rogdorn wanted to, forcing them to retreat in disarray back into the Eye of Terror.

After all, he is Rogdoryn, the most impregnable wall of the empire.

Now, this solid clarification tells Lin Qi that he possesses not only the strength on paper, but also a hidden "trump card".

If he calls it his trump card, then its true power is probably beyond the imagination of ordinary mortals.

"You didn't set up a secret armory on the Mountain Array or the Eternal Expedition like the First Legion, did you?"

Rogdorn remained silent.

Lynch also fell silent.

"Holy crap, you're serious?!"

"This secret armory was set up by me when I was learning from the First Army."

Rogdorn said in a low voice, his tone unconsciously lowering, after all, such a thing was still too incongruous for him.

"However, I had only set it up for a short time, and before I could even tell my offspring, I was captured and taken to the realm of Khorne. The secret armory was not properly replenished; it only contained the few items I had initially put in."

"What did you put in there?! Don't tell me it's the same as the First Legion's, degraded ironmen from the dark age of technology."

"Leon has something like that?!"

"I don't know, I didn't say that, you misheard me."

"……I see."

Rogdorn turned his head away; even he himself had struggled to maintain composure in the face of that situation.

“In a secret room on the Mountain Array, I placed something that the Imperial Guard gave me on my father’s orders. This thing was supposed to be kept in the dark dungeon beneath the palace, but my father gave it to me to deal with potential future crises.”

"What the hell is that?"

"That was a Chaos Artifact."

"...Did I hear that right?"

“You heard right, that is a Chaos artifact. However, its power does not come from those four enemies. Its power comes from my father and Makado, who is now dead.”

Rogdorn reached out, picked up a pen, and drew on a piece of white paper. Soon, a realistic painting appeared on the paper.

In the painting, what appears is a seemingly ordinary straight spear.

"This is……"

"In human history, it was once known as the Spear of Longinus. It was also the weapon my father used long ago. On Mars, he used this spear to seal away the Void Dragon, one of the most powerful star gods at the time."

What are its effects?

Lynch looked at the Spear of Longinus drawn by Rogdorn and asked a question.

Lynch himself was not unfamiliar with the Spear of Longinus, after all, it was one of the most famous artifacts in mythology.

Legend has it that this spear was used by Roman soldiers to pierce the chest of Jesus. However, in this universe, Jesus is likely the Emperor himself, and as God's reserve, the spear, stained with true divine blood, would naturally possess incredible power.

Is it really as legendary as it is said?

Lin Qi couldn't help but think.

The Spear of Longinus is also known as the Spear of Destiny or the Holy Lance. Legend has it that it grants victory to its wielder. The one who possesses both the Holy Lance and the Holy Grail is chosen by God and destined to rule the world.

However, Lin Qi quickly dismissed this idea.

After all, if this gun could truly grant its wielder victory, then the emperor should be invincible, instead of sitting on his throne like a rotting corpse watching the empire slowly head towards destruction.

"Are you aware of Cartier's suppression effect on the Eye of Fear?"

Lynch nodded.

"If this gun can be fully unleashed, its suppressive effect can even reach one-tenth of Cartier's effect on the Eye of Fear."

One-tenth of the Cartier Eye of Fear.

This is a terrifying number. After all, Cartier's pressure on the Eye of Fear relies on those nearly complete Blackstone matrices.

"Do you intend to use it to suppress the chaotic power of Peturaber?"

"No."

Rogdorn shook his head.

"Longinus is not only a weapon that can suppress, but if operated in reverse, it can also amplify the user's psychic energy countless times. So this time, I will use it as a vessel."

Chapter 224 Peturabo: I'm fucking here!