Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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Asford stared intently at Lazarek, his chest heaving, before suddenly stopping.

Lazarek frowned. He sensed a strange feeling emanating from Asford and, based on his extensive experience, understood where it came from.

“Psionic?” Lazarek asked, puzzled. “But you’re not a think tank.”

“Indeed,” Asford replied. “What impact will this have?”

"It doesn't matter. A duel is about using your own power, whether it's skill or psionic energy."

Lazarek began to move, circling Asford while observing for any openings in his movements.

"If it's on the battlefield, then we have even more to use: enemy weapons, debris from ruins, our own teeth, hair, and fists."

Lazarek stopped, raised his sword, and pointed the tip at Asford.

"So come on, let me see your limits."

Asford remained silent, simply adopting the exact same pose as before.

The power of psionic energy flowed awkwardly. Without systematic training, Asford was unable to use it to enhance his physical body. However, he could utilize his talent to provide himself with assistance in other aspects.

For example, now.

Asford closed his eyes, and then a scene suddenly flashed through his mind.

left!

He opened his eyes, his longsword moved, and with a clang of metal against metal, he met Lazarek's surprised gaze and skillfully parried the attack.

So what's next? What will happen next?

Needless to say, the two combatants simultaneously began to swing their swords. Lazarek held nothing back anymore, swinging his sword as if he were about to kill Asford, each strike swift and silent, each strike as heavy as a mountain. The longswords clashed against each other, tearing at each other with the will of their masters, the metal hissing in the process as if it were bleeding.

Amidst the flying sparks, Lazarek saw his opponent's eyes.

Those dark eyes were completely devoid of emotion; there was no enjoyment of the battle, no desire for victory, nothing at all.

Asford has become a machine, a machine that has nothing but the ability to wield a sword.

Lazarek paused for a moment, and Asford seized that moment, gently thrusting out his sword as if it were being handed over.

However, this sword successfully carried out its master's will—Lazarek's body transmitted pain to him, so he swung his longsword and used two consecutive traps to make his opponent retreat.

Looking down at the scar on his waist and abdomen, Lazarek paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

A brief prophecy about the future? Using psychic powers to sense the trajectory of my sword swings, thus anticipating the future and forcing myself to keep up with my speed.

So you're a lunatic, little brother.

Lazarek charged forward and, with all his might, swung his sword.

boom!

As expected, Asford blocked the attack.

The two exerted force on each other, closing the physical distance between them.

“Let’s continue,” Lazarek whispered. “I’ll go crazy with you.”

Lazarek continued to swing his sword with the same powerful and dangerous force as the most dangerous mech servant, but he also possessed characteristics that those mech servants did not have.

Extremely perceptive.

Asford swiftly swung his sword, parried, and countered.

Lazarek blocks, counterattacks, and blocks again.

The next moment, the two simultaneously exerted force with their calves and passed each other.

Lazarek turned around and looked at Asford, finally letting out a slow, visibly released breath from his lungs through muscle movement.

"One last blow, brother."

Lazarek told Asford that in the exchange just now, he struck his opponent first, but the opponent then risked being hit a third time, leaving a wound on his shoulder blade.

The crowd below held their breath, watching the two on stage, waiting for the final blow.

"A single strike to decide the outcome?"

Faced with Lazarek's suggestion, Asford did not speak, but simply nodded slowly.

The two men repositioned themselves and then simultaneously swung their swords, launching an attack on each other once more.

Just like before, Lazarek was suppressing Asford, who was desperately trying to defend himself by relying on his psionic talent.

This time, their battle lasted longer than the previous two. Finally, they began to wrestle fiercely, each pressing down on the other's sword to prevent the other from swinging it and attacking.

The distance between the two closed, and Lazarek smiled. However, Asford's next move took him by surprise.

His smile froze as he watched Asford's head jerk backward and then forward, his forehead looming larger and larger in his field of vision. He was momentarily speechless.

What the hell is that move?!

Boom! ! !

Lazarek took a few steps back, wiped his nose, and looked hesitantly at the blood flowing down it.

"I won. You said it, you'd stop at nothing."

Asford spoke, his first words since the start of the battle.

Lazarek was momentarily lost in thought, then slowly sighed.

“You win,” he said. “Firehawk, from this day forward, is willing to end all grudges with Star Claws that have existed before this.”

A hush fell over the air, followed by a burst of cheers.

On the high platform, Lin Qi watched everything unfold and breathed a sigh of relief.

So, once he finishes the last thing, he can leave Star Claw with peace of mind and go with Belisarius Caul to undergo his own modification surgery.

"Notify the senior leadership of the chapter that I will be holding one last chapter meeting before I undergo modification surgery."

Chapter 107 The Original Forger

Lynch stood by the porthole of the Explorer King, looking at the main planet Badab that was getting farther and farther away from him, and let out a long breath.

He had a month to prepare, but in fact he arranged everything in less than a week.

The last internal chapter meeting was about a simple matter: how Starclaw should continue to operate during the three years he was away.

Gawain filled in for the first few days after the rescue mission left, but that was only for a few days. This time it will last for three years. Moreover, as a member of the Imperial Guard, Gawain will not stay in Badab indefinitely. He will return to Terra to report back as the Imperial Guard members of this mission leave.

Therefore, Lynch and Horus discussed the matter. They decided to form an internal organization called the "Azure Wolf Council" around the core members of the warband, including the company commander, the think tank chief, the hermit chief, and the blacksmith master, to handle all major internal affairs of the warband when Lynch was not present.

For some reason, Lynch always had a strange sense of déjà vu when Horus mentioned the name.

He still couldn't forget his Shadow Moon Wolf.

Lin Qi sighed softly, then composed himself. Three years wasn't just the time he spent undergoing the gene-modification surgery; it was also the time he spent helping Horus regain his complete soul.

Leaving from the porthole, Lynch summoned a servo skull, entered a coordinate given to him by Belisarius Caul, and then, guided by it, traversed the long corridor toward his designated location.

As a mechanical ark, the Explorer King's size far exceeds that of ordinary warships. Or rather, every mechanical ark is like this. Take the Explorer King itself, for example. Apart from the internal space and production facilities that store a large amount of original Astartes, it can also carry several Guardian Legion, Cybernica combat robot units, and knight mechs from the Knight Family at the same time.

This means that without proper guidance, a person arriving on this warship for the first time is very likely to get lost and completely lose their sense of direction.

It's hard to say what might happen if we accidentally encounter something at that time.

The servo skull silently led the way, and along the way, Lin Qi saw quite a few crew members. These crew members all bore traces of mechanical modification to varying degrees, which was a major characteristic of forces under the Cult of Mechanics.

Upon seeing Lynch, the crew members all stopped and bowed in respect. Although they did not know Lynch's specific identity, they all knew that he was someone personally brought to the ship by Belisarius Caul. This alone was enough to earn him sufficient respect and status on the Explorer King.

The servo skull eventually led Lynch to a massive steel gate, then flew directly to an electronic scanner next to it.

The crimson electronic prosthetic eyes of the servo skull docked with the scanner system, and finally, as a stream of green data slid across the scanner's screen, a voice rang out.

"Please verify your identity," the voice said. "This is Belisarius Caul's private laboratory. Please verify your identity before entering."

Lin Qi heard the voice and realized what it meant a second later.

"Lynch."

"Initiating search...Identity confirmed as 'Lynch', permission granted to enter the laboratory."

The steel doors slowly opened to both sides, revealing a vast space before Lynch's eyes. Belisarius Caul stood with his back to him, an operating table in front of him.

The operating table was surrounded by all sorts of machines and machinery, their complex structure making it almost impossible for Lin Qi to understand their purpose at first glance. He could only roughly determine, based on the saws on the mechanical tentacles, that one of the machines was used to cut human bodies.

"You can wait for me here for a while."

"That's what Kaur said."

Lynch listened to Caul and stood in a corner of the laboratory, watching Caul work on the operating table.

He watched as Caul's massive body bent downwards, its mechanical tentacles and his own hands performing a series of dazzling operations on a small "sphere." Finally, he carefully placed it into a storage container, sealed the opening, and handed it to a nearby servant.

"Is this a gene seed?"

Lynch asked a question, and Belisarius Caul turned his head and nodded at him.

"Yes, genetic seeds."

Which legion?

"The Sixteenth Legion, Shadowmoon Wolf."

A name that few people in this era knew came out of Caul's mouth, and Lynch was not surprised by this, after all, he knew that Caul had a treasure called the Primal Blood Stack, which contained all the genetic material of the twenty Primarchs of the Empire ten thousand years ago.

This means that Caul possesses and can create genetic seeds of Primarchs, whether they are loyal, traitorous, or have vanished into history and are unknown to anyone.

"Did the Emperor say he would give me access to that legion's gene seed?"

Lynch asked the question that concerned him most, and upon hearing it, Caul suddenly let out a laugh that seemed to have no meaning.

Lin Qi frowned, wondering what the other person was laughing about.

Why do you think you'll undergo a simple makeover?

"The modifications to the original Astartes should not be considered ordinary."

"That's only at this point in time. What I'm going to do for you is not just a simple implantation surgery, but more importantly, a rewriting at the genetic level."

Kaur spoke, his tone tinged with emotion.

“I originally thought I would never be able to remember that technique again, but thank you, Lynch. For your surgery, the Imperial Guard brought me the technique from Terra, which not only allowed me to remember it again, but also successfully made up for the shortcomings of that surgery.”