Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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"Whose fault is it that Lancelot doesn't study properly?" Asford grinned. "He deserves a beating. I'm going to have a private match with him after the competition."

On screen, Lancelot relentlessly strikes Caesar with his chainsaw. The chainsaws used by recruits have undergone special modifications; they can inflict damage, but they will forcibly stop when they are about to cripple or kill someone, and may even emit an electric shock to paralyze the wielder.

Even so, Lancelot still suppressed Caesar—just as Caesar himself said, Lancelot's combat talent was ridiculously high, and with Asford's guidance, in a short period of time, his level was already comparable to many veterans.

Moments later, Lancelot secured his victory. However, he was in dire straits; one leg was completely broken, and one arm was twisted into a pretzel shape. His helmet was gone, and his exposed face was covered in bruises, with blood streaming from his nose.

However, compared to Caesar, he was in much better condition.

Caesar's arms and legs were completely useless, and his face was not just bruised and purple, but covered in blood, making his features unrecognizable.

His chest was slightly sunken downwards, and his pitiful appearance was chilling.

If it weren't for Astartes' constitution, he could have directly recited the prayer to celebrate his ascension to the heavenly kingdom of the God-Emperor.

However, because it's an Astartes, such injuries only require half a month of lying in the infirmary, and then they become completely invisible.

"........."

Asford fell silent, and finally sighed helplessly.

“I will teach him a lesson.”

“It’s normal for young people to be energetic. Haven’t you been influenced by that too? Ever since you took Lancelot as your disciple, I’ve noticed you’ve become more talkative.” Behind Asford, Lynch reached out and patted him on the shoulder. “Come with me to the reception room first. After the reception is over, have these two come to my office.”

"somebody is coming?"

Asford blinked, looking puzzled.

“I’m telling you,” Leo sighed helplessly, looking at Asford. “The Weeping Warriors and the Mantis Warriors’ ships have been in orbit for a week, how did you only find out now?”

Chapter 147 Titus

Badab, the Thorn Court

There was no grand welcoming ceremony; instead, two Thunderhawks, each bearing the markings of its own battle group, descended from the sky, accompanied by the high-ranking officers of the two battle groups, and appeared on the landing scale.

It's not that Star Claws are treating their allies coldly, but rather that everyone knows the current silence is preparation for a grand ceremony to come.

The Weeping Ones and the Mantis Warriors arrived at the reception room after being greeted by the reception staff. About three minutes after they entered, with the sound of footsteps, Lin Qi arrived with the high-ranking members of Star Claw, shaking hands and bowing to the two chapter leaders he hadn't seen in a long time.

Unlike when we met several years ago, the Chapter Master of the Lamenters, Malakin Forros, now looks much more energetic, and much of his gloomy aura has disappeared, making him appear much more cheerful.

Since joining the Maelstrom Alliance, the Weeping Warriors and the Mantis Warriors have seen tremendous growth. The Weeping Warriors, in particular, not only made unprecedented contact with their parent organization, but also recently sent their soldiers to Baal for exchange and learning.

However, Lin Qi knew that there was more to the exchange and learning process, but these were other people's little secrets, and it was better not to reveal them to him.

“Lord Lynch.” Forros grasped Lynch’s hand. “You’ve changed a lot.”

“You too.” Lynch nodded to Forros, then walked over to Saltak, the Mantis Warriors' leader, on the other side. “Long time no see, Leader Saltak.”

After exchanging greetings, Lin Qi took his seat first. The others followed suit, but compared to the spacious reception room, they didn't even fill one-fifth of the space.

“Although not all our allies who received the Star Message have arrived yet,” Lynch said first. “Our Astartes forces here in the Great Vortex have basically assembled, so I plan to explain to both of you the purpose of my Star Message this time, so you understand what we need to do next.”

“Give me your orders,” Malakin Foros said, his handsome face solemn. “If it weren’t for you, we Weepers would have been dragged to hell by that traitor Huron. Now that you have a need, we will do everything in our power to fulfill it.”

“The same goes for the Mantis Warriors,” Saltak echoed. Lynch nodded to the two of them, understanding that he didn’t need to say anything more.

"I am going to launch an expedition, or rather, a massive campaign, if successful, that will be enough to completely suppress the traitors and aliens within the Great Vortex, so that they will not have the strength to pose a threat to the Empire for decades or even centuries."

Upon hearing Lin Qi's plan, even the two battle groups, who had been mentally prepared, showed expressions of shock. However, they were only shocked and did not utter a word questioning Lin Qi's decision.

“I know that both of your chapters are willing to help me unconditionally.” A servo skull flew over, its electronic eyes projecting a planet outwards. “But whether out of duty or conscience, I must tell you that this expedition is extremely dangerous, and what our main objective is.”

Galmec.

As the name of the planet appeared, some of the weeping warriors and mantis warriors frowned, whispering something in the ear of their chapter leader.

“My lord,” Saltak stood up and said. “This is a planet deep within the Great Vortex, isn’t it? And I remember, this should be a planet controlled by traitors, or rather, by the great enemies of Chaos.”

“Yes, that’s the planet controlled by the Word Bearers of the Traitor Legion.” Lynch nodded, confirming the information Saltak possessed. “It’s a demon world. Warp energy has corrupted the entire planet, leaving it filled with twisted creations, blasphemous altars, and heretical filth.”

“In the past, because it was located deep within the Great Vortex and was relatively peaceful, we could have left it alone.” Lin Qi took a deep breath and shared the information he knew. “But now, a ritual has begun on the planet. Once the ritual is completed, the consequences will affect all star sectors around the Great Vortex and even further beyond. For the Empire, this will be a loss that is completely unbearable.”

"what!"

Upon hearing this, the two battle commanders were no longer just shocked, but furious.

After all, the main forces of both chapters are located near the Maelstrom. The Endyon Sector is the homeworld of the Mantis Warriors; if it falls, the people they swore to protect will be annihilated.

Malakin suppressed his inner impulse, looked at Lin Qi, and said in a deep voice.

"My lord, we need to stop the ritual."

“So I activated the Covenant,” Lynch said. “Not just you, but most of the chapters in the Covenant, as well as the Forgeworld, the Astral Army, and the Imperial Navy, I’ve sent out Astral requests for aid. I’ve also sent Astral requests to Terra. The Terran Council and the Highlord Council have passed the War Act, and our expedition is fully in accordance with Imperial regulations. We can issue a call to arms in the name of the Emperor, summoning loyal and capable warriors to join us.”

"Sir, at that time..."

“We’ll make it in time.” Lin Qi looked at them and snapped his fingers.

The door to the reception room opened, and Judge Eleanor stepped into it.

"The Deathwatch team set off a year ago. They entered the Maelstrom and helped us obtain the intelligence we needed."

Lynch nodded to Elena. A year ago, she came with a Death Watch squad and worked with him to plan a reconnaissance operation within the Great Vortex.

As professionals, the team easily broke through the blockade of the orcs and dark elves on the outer edge of the vortex, successfully reaching its depths, and finally returned to Badab with information about the Word Bearers and the ritual.

Elena looked at the giants in the reception room with a calm expression, showing no sign of tension.

A year has passed, and the judge has become more and more mature. In her own words, she is becoming more and more like her deceased teacher.

However, this may also be a characteristic of judges.

“Next.” Elena looked towards the door, where Astartes, clad in black power armor, entered the reception room. The right shoulder plate of his power armor was blue, with a large gilded “U” symbol indicating his origin.

"This is Sergeant Titus."

Elena explained that the Deathwatch sergeant removed his helmet, revealing a resolute face.

"He will give a brief overview of the intelligence. As for the specifics, Lord Lynch has decided to wait until the rest of the team has arrived before making a public announcement at the pre-battle meeting."

Chapter 148 The Wonderful Adventures of Titus

A year ago, a secret court, the Black Ship

Elena stood on the bridge, looking at the data panel in her hand, her brows furrowing involuntarily.

As the only and most prized disciple of a Lord Inquisitor, Elene successfully inherited her teacher's legacy after his death. Her teacher, as an open member of the Holy Hammer Order, left behind not only his Black Ship, his men, and his connections, but more importantly, a great deal of secret intelligence involving his fellow Inquisitors and the Empire.

Of all these, the one that caught Elena's attention the most was a report about Judge Serx.

This woman, who, like her teacher, belonged to the Order of the Holy Hammer, died not long ago during an operation. The cause of her death appeared to be corruption by chaotic forces, specifically possession by a corrupted entity from the warp...

Of course, this was not important to Elena. What was important was that the information left by her teacher showed a coordinate.

According to intelligence, the coordinates point to a prison, a prison controlled by Judge Sergeus, which holds people deemed problematic and threatening during his centuries-long career as judge.

Even using an expensive stasis field, they didn't choose to kill the prisoner or use psionic energy to forcibly extract his memories...

The identities of these detainees are becoming increasingly clear.

However, when she saw the specific information, the judge couldn't help but gasp.

Space Wolf, Blood Angel, Ultramariner, Steel Hand, Ravenguard, Salamander...

It's shocking.

Eleanor sighed, suddenly feeling a sense of admiration for Inquisitor Sergeant. After all those actions, his final fate was still considered a sacrifice, not some suicide ruled after being shot three times in the back.

However, for her, it was an opportunity.

“Send a star message.”

The judge turned around and spoke to the Star Speaker who had been waiting for a long time.

"I need a warrant to summon Deathwatch."

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Titus had no idea how much time had passed, nor whether he was still alive.

In the last second before being sent into the stasis field, he saw the judge's gloomy face—in the midst of a brutal interrogation, Guilliman's son had endured it with unwavering spirit, proving his purity and loyalty.

But the paranoid judge was unwilling to believe it, or rather, dared not believe it.

Kill him, kill him, and you can escape from here. You will regain your glory, you will...

I am Titus, son of Guilliman.

The murmur vanished the moment the stasis field was activated, and Titus's consciousness disappeared into the darkness. He became a lonely soul, silently waiting for the day of restart.

However, he had no hope for it, or rather, even if he managed to leave this place, confusion had completely taken over his heart.

But as it turns out, fate can be quite unpredictable at times.

"Removing stasis field... Detecting vital signs... Vital signs are normal, all values ​​are above average, awakening can proceed."

"It's amazing... You know, everyone else's vital signs were affected to some extent, but this Ultra Warrior's Angel is actually not in much trouble."

"It doesn't matter, this should be considered a good thing for us."

"...Sir, why do you believe these soldiers will fight for our goals?"

"Glory, shame, atonement... there are many reasons, and there will always be one that suits them."

"What if they don't want any of these?"

"Then let them pledge their loyalty."

"........I see."

A sharp, piercing pain shot through my neck, followed by an icy chill. The medicine entered my veins and flowed through my bloodstream to every corner of my body.

Consciousness broke free from the darkness, and the familiar yet strange five senses began to return one by one. The index finger of the dominant hand twitched slightly, followed by a gradual warming of all the muscles in the body.

Titus opened his heavy eyelids and saw a red-robed gear boy from the Mechanicus and a strange female judge in a black trench coat in front of him.

The judge picked up a piece of parchment and waved it at him.

“Sergeant Titus from the Ultramarines,” the Inquisitor said. “Now there is an opportunity if you wish to reclaim your honor and wash away the Chapter’s shame, then I believe you are in need.”

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