Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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"Don't you know?"

A strange look appeared on Forros's face, as if it were perfectly normal for Lynch not to know something.

"Ah... what do you know? I've been in a coma recently, and I just woke up to come and see you."

"I see... Well then, let me tell you. Terra has already issued an appointment. The specifics are unknown, but according to some intelligence, in the future, you will become the de facto ruler of Badab. Not just this planet we're on, but the entire Badab system. You will also replace Huron as the new leader of the Maelstrom Guardians."

Chapter 58 Lord of the Great Vortex (4000 words)

You will become the de facto ruler of the Badab galaxy.

When Lin Qi left the conference room, he was a little dazed. It wasn't until he returned to the room that Ryan and the others had arranged for him that he came to his senses.

Lord of the Great Whirlpool.

Lin Qi thought of Huron's original identity in history. This time, it wasn't just a feeling; he was now completely his replacement.

So, does that mean Huron doesn't actually disappear, but only relocates?

"You think too much."

Horus's voice appeared, tearing Lynch's thoughts to shreds without any mercy.

"That fool Huron's idea is to break away from the Empire, which is different from yours. After all, no matter how powerful you become within the Great Vortex..."

Horus pondered for a moment, seemingly considering how best to phrase it.

"In the end, my father will use you to the point of death, along with the power you developed... no, it should be said that it is the power we developed together."

Lynch sighed helplessly. He understood what Horus was saying, but he was essentially indifferent to the matter.

On the one hand, the emperor did this for the sake of humanity, and as a human being, he didn't feel much aversion to making some... no, many contributions for his race.

On the other hand... he still remembered the promise the emperor had made to him.

He said he would take me home. Although the credibility of that statement was questionable given his reputation as the number one deadbeat in the galaxy, the fact that he was willing to say it at least gave me a glimmer of hope.

For this glimmer of hope, Lin Qi was willing to work hard and give it his all.

Hope remains!

Lin Qi thought to himself, clenching his fist as a way of encouraging himself.

Horus sighed slightly. For some reason, he always felt that his "host" should have a lot in common with Guilliman.

Perhaps it's because when faced with adversity, they always choose to rise to the challenge head-on? No matter how much they feel about a crisis, they never completely despair, but believe that hope still exists?

Perhaps. My current task is to help him and, by the way, revive him completely as soon as possible. Only in this way can I help this crumbling empire more.

"So what are your thoughts going forward?"

Horus spoke up, asking Lynch about his next steps.

"The transfer order from Terra will take at least another month to be issued through the warp. To be honest, I don't know what method Terra used to get those high lords to agree to hand over the Great Vortex, countless mortal armies, naval fleets, and the Astartes Chapter to a previously unheard-of mortal god."

“There’s always a way. No matter what, even if Terra doesn’t give you the transfer order, based on everything we showed those kids together the other day, they will never listen to anyone other than you again.”

"That's what you said."

Lynch nodded, acknowledging that Horus's words made a lot of sense.

If I really do become the master of this great vortex, will I have to spend my days dealing with official documents...?

This was a field he'd never encountered in his previous life. He did remember that Guilliman aged considerably not long after he began handling the Empire's affairs, and that many high lords in Terra had been driven mad by political intrigue over the past millennia...

Haha, I'm just in the Badab system, which is basically the Great Vortex area, so it shouldn't be that serious.

Yes, that's right...

"Dong dong dong."

A knock on the door interrupted Lin Qi's thoughts.

"grown ups."

Asford's voice rang out, his tone carrying a hint of urgency, as if he had some problem he wanted to quickly get back to Lynch.

Lin Qi walked over and opened the small door to the room for this soldier with whom he had a special connection. Then, he saw the anxious look on the other man's handsome and resolute face.

"what happened?"

"Um... something that concerns you, and I think it would be better if you handled it personally."

Upon meeting him, Asford found himself speechless for a moment. Looking at the bewildered, thin man before him, feeling the warmth and charm emanating from him, he hesitated for a moment before stepping aside to make way for him.

"Please come with me in person."

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Leo found it difficult to explain his thoughts.

As Astartes, the training swords they use in their daily training are already deadly weapons that ordinary people could use normally. The sharpened longsword and the battle axe clashed together, causing sparks to fly in the air.

With a flick of his wrist, Leo took a step forward, transferring his entire weight onto the blade to suppress his opponent. But even in this unfavorable situation, his opponent's face remained expressionless, and the cold smile that always lingered on his lips only fueled Leo's growing irritation.

damn it.

Leo cursed inwardly. The next moment, he suddenly loosened his grip on the sword, causing the battle axe he had been wrestling with to lose its footing and slide downwards. Then, before his opponent could fully react, the captain of Star Claws lunged forward and viciously delivered a headbutt to that repulsive face.

There was no scream, but the opponent staggered back several steps. Blood flowed from his nose, forming a long trail that fell onto the ground of the dueling cage.

"How does it feel, Casio?"

The sergeant from the Sixth Company shook his head. He clearly heard a chorus of boos coming from behind him, which angrily made him turn around and glare fiercely at the brothers who were watching the show.

Taking a deep breath, Casio turned his head back. He looked at the company commander in front of him, who had emerged unscathed from a fifteen-minute battle, and reached out a hand to wipe the blood from under his nose.

The superhuman physique of the Astartes began to take effect, and within seconds, the bleeding was stopped. Only the broken nasal bone left the nose hanging limply on the face.

Casio adjusted his facial muscles, slightly raising the corners of his mouth, once again revealing the same expression he had shown during the battle.

That sneer.

Leo's face suddenly darkened. He looked at Casio in front of him and remained silent for a long minute before finally managing to utter a sentence with difficulty.

"...Don't look at me like that. I didn't know at the time. Ignorance is no excuse."

“Oh, ignorance is no crime, our dear Company Commander, of course, ignorance is no crime.”

Casio's tone was strange, and his voice traveled through the air to Leo's ears, making him increasingly silent and angry.

There was also a deep-seated sense of shame and unease.

“Casio, you're a fucking bastard.”

"Yeah, you're right, I'm an idiot. So, are you still going to continue? There are a lot of people behind me in line."

"Go on, I'm going to beat you all up today..."

"Very energetic."

A voice suddenly came from the entrance of the training ground, its tone somewhat indifferent.

But the moment that sound reached their ears, everyone, whether it was Leo and Cassio who were about to start fighting on the field, or the other warriors watching from the sidelines, held their breath for a moment.

They all recognized the voice, so in the next second, they all shifted their gaze to the doorway.

Oh, Asford.

Casio looked at the fighting brother behind Lynch with some displeasure, shook his head, and then casually threw the battle axe in his hand to the ground.

"My lord, how are you feeling? You should rest more after just waking up..."

"Thank you for your concern, Casio. I remember you. You were a sergeant in the Sixth Company, one of the men who joined the coup that night."

"You remember me?! I'm so honored, I..."

“I remember every single one of you.”

A sly smile appeared on Lin Qi's face, and then he uttered a series of names.

“Ryan, you, Bell, Eric, Caesar, Pierce, Enkidu…”

Lin Qi uttered a string of names, and Casio's face began to show an increasingly strong sense of pride and honor, which made the soldiers of the Sixth Company who were with him feel proud as well.

But Leo, and the soldiers who followed him, lowered their heads, their faces displaying increasingly enigmatic expressions.

“You joined me in the coup and overthrew Huron’s rule. Of course I have to remember you. Otherwise, how could I do right by you? And it’s not just me who remembers you, he remembers you too.”

After Lynch finished speaking, he shifted his gaze to the Astartes standing next to Casio.

Is that Casillas Leo, the company commander of Star Claw?

On the way, Lynch had already learned the general outline of the matter from Asford: since the coup, the Star Claws' original loyal First and Third Companies to Huron had faced considerable marginalization.

In the first few days, these exclusions were relatively subtle, at most just reduced communication between other companies and the first and third companies, and their attitudes began to turn cold.

However, today, due to some "minor matters," a conflict broke out directly between the Sixth Company and the First Company, and dozens of people almost came to blows. In the end, it was the First Company Commander Leo and the Sixth Company Sergeant Cassio who stepped in as representatives and brought the conflict to the dueling cage in the training ground.

Lin Qi sighed slightly. It should be said that he was indeed Horus's son. The genes of the Kosonia thugs could still fill the warband with a gangster atmosphere even after ten thousand years.

This won't do. If we keep targeting the First and Third Legions, the internal cracks in the Star Claw will inevitably grow larger and larger. The First Legion ten thousand years ago already demonstrated the consequences of such a thing.

Horus! Look at your cubs!

Horus remained silent, took a deep breath, and finally spoke helplessly in Lynch's ear.

"Ten thousand years ago, it was almost inevitable that the Legion would be influenced by the culture of its Primarch homeworld. Moreover, with me present at that time, I was confident that I could integrate my descendants, who had been influenced by gang culture and were now divided into numerous factions, into a cohesive force..."

"Huron did inherit some of your charisma, plus his eloquence; he could have done something similar before."

"Yes, but not now, unless you're willing to take Huron's place and stand in that position again."

"It's not me, it's us."

Lynch corrected Horus's statement, then took a deep breath and slowly spoke to the silent company commander.

"Casillas Leo?"

Leo looked up in disbelief and met Lynch's gaze.

"Don't be surprised, I remember every single one of your names; I have reviewed the files."

Actually, Horus helped him remember it, since Lynch himself was just a mortal and didn't have that much brain capacity.

However, for now, there isn't much difference in the situation.