Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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The hermit elder of the Flesh-Tearers approached, and for some reason, the Death Company warriors were much more docile today. Although they were just as frenzied and bloodthirsty in battle, once out of combat, they no longer indiscriminately hacked and slashed, but instead stood quietly in place, muttering to themselves.

This allowed the leader of the priests, the Hermit, to breathe a sigh of relief and come to Seth's side to keep a close eye on the upcoming battle.

“It’s very bad,” Seth replied, his tone devoid of any emotion. “Our mission is to clear a large enough area for the main force to land safely. To achieve this, we must find a way to break through this line.”

The Hidden Cultivator looked towards the distant battle line, and with just one glance, he understood why Seth had said the situation was "very bad."

The first thing that comes into view is several long and wide trapezoidal trenches. Inside these trenches stand not only mortals, but also Astartes, and many tall genetic creations that resemble Astartes but wear only simple plate armor instead of power armor.

Within the trenches, even a cursory glance revealed hundreds of bunkers of varying sizes. Each bunker was heavily armed, with large-caliber gun barrels protruding from their firing ports, clearly indicating heavy-duty assault rifles or logging guns. On the tops of the bunkers were rows of automatic cannons poised to fire.

Even without seeing them, the Hidden Cultivator knew that there must be enemy artillery positions three kilometers behind these trenches. Once they launched an attack, those prepared artillery pieces would open fire in an instant, turning them into insignificant ashes.

"What should we do? This is different from the trench we just broke through, which was obviously unfinished. This trench is fully constructed, and the number of Astartes is definitely three hundred."

"The enemy commander is a master of defense. There must be many positions like this in the rear. Their goal is probably to distract our forces."

As Seth spoke, he turned around and glanced at the Death Company warriors standing behind him.

Ten thousand years ago, after Saint Gilles died, the children of angels were afflicted with a curse of thirst for blood and black rage.

Every Angel Child suffers from these two curses. For those warriors who have completely succumbed to the curses, the battle groups formed by the Angel Children usually place them in a static field. They are only released when a desperate battle occurs, and priests are used to restrain them and drive them to frantically tear their enemies apart on the battlefield.

The Flesh-Tearers were one of the most heavily cursed chapters of the Angels' Sons. When Seth first took over as chapter leader, the chapter's priests told him that, barring unforeseen circumstances, the entire Flesh-Tearers would perish within four hundred years due to the curse.

Seth swore that even if he perished, he would make the Flesh-Tearers die on the battlefield as heroes of the Empire.

And right now, it seems like such an opportunity has arrived.

With a desperate charge, Seth was confident he could tear a large enough gap in the trenches before him. As long as he arranged for reinforcements to arrive, the line would inevitably be breached.

However, the price for this is that the entire force of the Flesh Tearers will be reduced to less than one-tenth in the charge.

But isn't this what I've been searching for all along?

Seth took a deep breath and gripped the chainsaw greatsword tightly.

The Bloodthirsty One—the mechanical spirit of this finely crafted chainsaw greatsword seemed to sense its master's emotions, and its silent engine emitted a deep roar, expressing its intentions.

Live to death.

Seth made his decision, edited and sent the message, and then silenced his channel. The Lord of the Flesh-Tearers glanced one last time at the Hidden Cultivator beside him and nodded.

The soldiers began to prepare for battle, ready to die. There were no grand pre-battle declarations; they simply emerged one by one from behind the earthen mound and began to run towards the enemy trenches.

The speed increased rapidly, giving the impression of a red and black wave appearing on the earth. The warband's strategist began casting his psionic spells, making every warrior feel that they were running faster, while simultaneously creating a thick fog that obscured the front of the trenches.

Before the mortal army of Whisperers and cultists in the trenches could react to what was happening, they heard the continuous firing of the automatic cannons on the bunkers after they detected the enemy.

"Enemy attack!"

The Word Bearer company commander in charge of trench defense immediately realized what was happening. He ordered his men to advance and attack. Word Bearer warriors in power armor began running through the trenches, urging the mortals to activate their weapons, unleashing a dense hail of bullets that tore through the thick fog and struck the enemy within.

Seth was oblivious to everything around him; out of the corner of his eye, he saw his brothers falling one by one. The Death Company warriors, chanting Horus's name, charged forward like maddened beasts, their heads bowed, even with broken arms and legs.

Wu---howl!

Just as expected, the enemy artillery positions began their attack. Shells rained down, causing the earth to tremble. The explosions and shockwaves ripped up the soil. But even this could not stop the Carnivores' charge.

Three kilometers, two kilometers, one kilometer...

They were getting closer to the enemy's position, and Seth's number of warriors was dwindling, though they still maintained a force of over three hundred. This was thanks to the brand-new power armor Lynch had provided them—a model unlike anything they had ever seen before; when Seth first saw it, he thought it was some lost, ancient design.

However, Lynch told him that this power armor was the latest MK power armor developed by a great sage of the Cult of Mechanics, a product that violated the sacred texts.

Correspondingly, this product, which defies the sacred texts, is also more powerful than all previous MK models in terms of performance.

Will the meat-shredders mind?

As it turns out, as long as it works well, there's nothing to worry about.

"Initiate packet skipping!"

Seth shouted in the chapter's internal channel.

The Flesh-Tearers began to fly, the engines of their jump packs ignited, pale blue flames erupted, and they soared a hundred meters into the sky. Then, they glided rapidly through the air.

The automatic cannon lost its original targets and temporarily malfunctioned. At that moment, Seth seized the opportunity and quickly drew his plasma pistol from his waist, switching it to overload mode.

"Attack the enemy's automatic cannons!"

A burst of azure plasma tore through the air, leaving a trail as it swiftly struck an automatic cannon, causing it to explode violently. The intense heat and shockwave claimed the lives of more than a dozen enemies in the vicinity.

"in the sky!"

Someone shouted, but it was too late.

Bombs and plasma rained down from the sky, turning into a true rain of death. Amid screams and flying flesh, Seth activated his chainsaw greatsword, unleashing its full roar.

"For Saint Gillespie!"

He roared, his madness mirroring that of the Death Company warriors already tainted by black fury. The Bloodslayer slashed relentlessly in the trenches, its chainsaws tearing through enemy flesh and bone, adding a deep, guttural growl to their operation.

Screams and howls echoed through the trenches—in just three minutes, the Flesh-Tearers had completely torn the enemies within that trench to shreds. With a leap, their jump packs activated once more, carrying them into the sky, and then, like falcons, they swooped down on the second trench.

However, having learned a painful lesson from the first trench, the Word Bearers had reacted. The automatic cannons adjusted their firing direction, and the mortal automatic guns and light guns were also aimed upwards. The greatest threat, however, came from the bomb guns and plasma pistols held by the Word Bearers and the creatures that resembled Astartes.

The moment the shredder landed, the enemy opened fire.

Before a soldier could react, a bomb fired by an unknown source pierced his chest.

The soldier let out a muffled groan and fell like a bird with broken wings.

Seth took a deep breath; he knew he had to do something as Chapter Master. He searched the enemy trenches and soon spotted a Word Bearer wearing Terminator armor, issuing commands to his surroundings.

The last bit of energy in the jump pack was used, carrying Seth and his anger and killing intent, rushing towards the Word Bearer like a monstrous wave.

"die!"

The kinetic energy of the fall, combined with its already formidable power, forced even enemies clad in Terminator armor to dodge the Bloodthirster's ferocious downward slash. Another unfortunate Word Bearer appeared beneath the sword, cleaved in two, body and armor.

Blood gushed out, but Seth rushed forward without hesitation to fight the Terminator. Every strike he made was aimed at the enemy's vital points, each blow was delivered with fearless ferocity, even at the cost of injury.

"The mad dog of the false emperor!"

Enraged, the Word Bearer opened his mouth and uttered these words. His battle axe was repeatedly parried, and his chainsaw gauntlet activated, unleashing a blood-soaked punch towards Seth.

A ruthless glint flashed in Seth's eyes. Instead of dodging, he seized the opportunity and aimed the Bloodthirsty Blade at the Heart of the Word Bearer.

puff.

The cumbersome Terminator was ultimately a step too slow. The Bloodseeker pierced through the outer Terminator armor, and the rolling chainsaw shredded the flesh and internal organs below. The veteran of the Word Bearer spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes wide open, and died unwillingly.

Even though the controller died, the chainsaw gauntlet still slammed into Seth's body due to inertia, causing him to crash into the trench wall. At the same time, the shoulder armor that was hit shattered, revealing the cables underneath.

"Cough cough.........cough........"

Seth felt the impact on his internal organs, but he knew he couldn't afford to fall. With one hand, he drew his explosive pistol from his waist and fired at the several Word Bearers who charged at him. With the other hand, he drew the Bloodslayer from one of the Word Bearers and activated the chainsaw once more.

"For Saint Gillespie!"

Throughout the trenches, the Astartes of the Flesh-Tearers began to roar in unison.

Just as Seth said, they successfully tore a large hole in the enemy's lines.

But that's all they can do.

The Astartes of the Flesh-Tearers have suffered heavy losses. When they charged into the first trench, there were more than 300 warriors, but in this short period of fighting, there are now only a little over 200 left, and this number is still decreasing.

According to Seth's personal estimate, it would take another ten minutes from receiving his message to the arrival of reinforcements.

They can hold out for ten minutes, but by then, almost everyone will be dead.

But it doesn't matter, because this is the destiny that the flesh-tearers pursue.

“My brother.” The silenced external channel was reawakened, and a voice appeared. It was Malakin Forros, the Chapter Master of the Lamenters. “Your things are still with me.”

“Here you go!” Seth severed the head of a Word Bearer. Although it was unclear how the channel had been activated, it didn't diminish the rudeness of his tone. “Take it! Protect it! If you are still a true child of angels!”

Silence fell on the other end of the channel, and then Malakin Forros sighed, seemingly feeling helpless about Seth's obsession.

"You should protect it yourself."

He said that, and then fell silent.

After the other person's voice disappeared, Seth heard another sound.

That's the sound the airdropped capsule makes when it breaks through the atmosphere.

He looked up sharply and saw drop pods rapidly descending towards his location. The instant they landed, dust billowed, and then the hatches opened, releasing the warriors of the Lamenters who charged at the enemy.

"Reinforcements have arrived."

Malakin Forros walked up to Gabriel Seth and patted him on the shoulder.

"Let us fight together for Saint Gillespie, my brother."

He raised his spear, and then let out a solemn roar.

"For Saint Gillespie!"

Chapter 174 Tyron's Attack

Since arriving in the outer void of Galmec, the flames of war have burned from the sky all the way down to the earth.

Having lost the Chaos Barrier that could defend against orbital bombardment, Honso was forced to deploy all of his fleets into orbit around the planet Galmyk.

This directly led to a fierce battle in the void, which broke out in the void of Galmec.

Lin Qi sat solemnly on a steel throne. The helmet on his head was connected to his intracranial nerves, reading his thoughts and allowing him to directly control hundreds of warships in the entire fleet with superhuman power, launching one deadly attack after another against the enemy's warships.

Horus and Danteok provide him with assistance, but the former is currently the main force. As a master of city defense, Danteok is also quite skilled in void naval warfare, but compared to Horus, he is still a distance from Terra to Alterama.

The Imperial fleet was divided into two parts. The large fleet, centered around the Wolf Shepherd, was engaged in fierce fighting with the Chaos fleet, while the other fleet, mainly composed of transport ships, bypassed the Chaos fleet and airdropped Astartes onto the surface of Galmyk to occupy the ground and establish a temporary landing zone for the subsequent large force.

Dividing forces, especially in naval battles, is a definite taboo.

However, the Imperial fleet is now more than twice the size of the Chaos fleet. This numerical disparity gives Horus and Lynch the confidence to defy this taboo.

The Grand Fleet's 528 warships, like sharp swords, launched a relentless attack on the Chaos Fleet. The Chaos Fleet struggled to hold on under the onslaught, having no strength left to stop the Empire's smaller fleets from launching airdrops and orbital bombardments to the ground.

The Nova Cannon of the Wolf once again spat out a plasma acerite bomb. The moment the bomb exploded, it overloaded the Void Shield of a chaotic cruiser. The Sword-class destroyer, which had already penetrated into the enemy fleet, seized the opportunity and activated the light spear mounted under its bow, tearing the cruiser in half.

Olga Corrian had never felt such an easy battle as today.

As an Imperial Navy captain with over thirty years of service, Olga, as the captain of a Sword-class destroyer, has participated in more than a dozen void battles, both large and small.