Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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"I cannot answer your question right now."

Having received Horus's reply, Lynch looked at Ryan in front of him and uttered his own answer to the question.

Ryan narrowed his eyes, his gaze instantly shifting from dark to sharp. The genetic seed within him seemed to tremble, telling him he absolutely could not attack the person before him. But through sheer willpower, he forcefully suppressed the thought, and a dangerous aura emanated from him.

"That........"

"I can only tell you that I do have a great connection with your father of genes, but as for the truth, I hope to wait until everyone is here before answering."

Lin Qi raised his hand and pointed behind Ryan, causing the latter to be slightly taken aback. He turned around and saw a combat brother who had just left with him leading a dozen or so people into the secluded room.

"Casio, what are you doing bringing us here... wait, something's not right with this mortal."

"Casio, what's going on?"

"...I don't know. You should ask Eric. He's the one who asked me to call you here."

"Eric! What on earth is going on?!"

Ryan took another deep breath, then gave Lynch one last look before speaking coldly.

"You'd better give us a reasonable explanation later. As a warband priest, even if I don't know who my genetic father is, I will not allow anyone to blaspheme against him."

After speaking, the warband priest turned around and went to his newly arrived offspring, explaining to them what was going on.

"what?!"

"...I do despise Huron's behavior, but if someone were to actually commit blasphemous acts against the father of my genes..."

"Wait a minute, let's see what this mortal is called... What's his name again?"

"........Lin Qi".

"Yes, Lynch, let's see how he explains himself later."

Lynch, observing the Astartes' reactions, approached Eric.

"I'm already looking forward to their reaction later."

Eric spoke calmly, but Lin Qi sensed a hint of cunning in his expression.

Didn't you explain it to them clearly?

"What's the use of explanations? Some things can't be believed unless you confirm them yourself. But have you thought about how to proceed with your proposal? I have an idea regarding the acquisition of heavy firepower. Casio is a sergeant in the Sixth Company, and as a vehicle company, the Sixth Company has the capability to bypass the technical sergeants and open the armory."

"However, this also carries risks."

Lynch looked at Eric and uttered these words.

Eric made no attempt to hide anything, nodding and openly acknowledging the plan's shortcomings.

"That means our operation must be carried out during the day, when the battle group's vigilance is undoubtedly at its strongest. Although we have the support of heavy firepower, the risk may actually be greater."

Lin Qi remained silent for a while, then neither agreed nor denied, but simply spoke, giving his reply in a calm tone.

"Let's talk about it later. I also have a plan, but the prerequisite for this plan is to gain your trust, or rather, their trust."

More and more people arrived, as Eric's men, along with their chosen "loyalists," gradually filled the room. Soon, the entire space was packed with over a hundred Astartes in power armor, leaving little room to spare.

The diminutive Lin Qi stood out so much here, and because of his unique appearance, he naturally drew the attention of everyone else present.

Eric thoughtfully prepared a small platform for Lynch, allowing him to stand on a higher ground and look down at the crowd below.

Lynch nodded slightly to Eric, then stepped onto the platform.

The dark mass of people in front of him all turned their gazes to him. Some of them were wearing helmets, and some were not, but without a doubt, they all had similar emotions on their faces at this moment.

Confusion, shock, vigilance, scrutiny...

Yes, this was an inevitable outcome, and it was a situation that Lin Qi had anticipated from the beginning.

However, all the problems will be resolved in the future.

"Next, let's make a substitution."

Lin Qi emptied his mind, and his body began to slowly drift away from him. That feeling of emptiness in his soul began to fill his consciousness. Then, he began to observe his body from a third-person perspective.

Horus seized control of the body in an instant, and the Primarch's soul infused it with powerful psychic energy. At the same moment, the Astartes present were jolted awake. They looked up at the mortal before them, whose form remained unchanged, and the same thought flashed through their minds.

We saw it.

"This...is this true...Eric, you knew all along...?"

Even if I knew, would you believe me if I told you directly?

Eric's answer silenced Ryan. He lowered his head and, after about five seconds of silence, knelt down on one knee in front of everyone.

"Our genetic father, if you truly descended from this mortal body, then please tell us, what is your true name?"

The others remained silent; all discussion seemed pointless at this point. They made the same choice as Ryan—kneeling on one knee. Those without helmets lowered their heads directly, while those with helmets removed them before bowing.

Lynch remained silent for a long time, without answering the question immediately.

Ryan's breathing became tense. He didn't know what was wrong. Could it be that Huron's actions had made the Primarch unwilling to acknowledge them as his offspring?

No...this shouldn't be happening! Damn Huron, that damned Armenus Walthers, to hell with them! I must...

“I am your genetic father, even if I am now just a soul attached to a mortal body, that is undeniable.”

One sentence, but it was enough to make everyone present freeze for a moment.

Eric frowned, a strange feeling creeping into his heart.

Why didn't the father just say his name was Robert Guilliman?

He vaguely sensed that something was wrong, and suddenly remembered something Bell had said to him after Lynch left that day.

Do you really think our father is Robert Guilliman?

Eric's breath hitched, and disbelief flashed in his eyes.

“I deceived Eric and Bell earlier, and that was my mistake. I originally intended to continue deceiving you, but the moment I saw your faces, I suddenly realized that such behavior would be a sign of distrust towards you.”

"You are about to stage a coup at the behest of me and my current allies, and your lives will be consumed in the process. If I continue to deceive you after this coup, how am I supposed to face you after it ends, whether it succeeds or fails?"

“I cannot face you, whether you survive or die after this, for making you fight for a false flag. So, even if the truth is bloody, and even if it makes you turn your swords against me, I will tell you my true identity.”

At this point, Lynch turned to look at Eric standing on the other side and spoke sincerely.

“I’m sorry for deceiving you and Bell, Eric. Please forgive me. I didn’t think things through at the time. I am not Robert Guilliman, not the Ultra Warrior, nor the Lord of Ultramar.”

"Father, why do you say that?"

Eric gave a bitter smile and shook his head slightly.

"You are our father, isn't that enough?"

On the other side, the real Lynch watched everything that "Lynch" had done and sighed slightly.

Indeed, coups are very likely to result in death. Horus watching his son fight in Guilliman's name, dying believing himself to be a son of Guilliman...

Yes, how could a father, especially one like Horus, possibly accept this?

However, things will get a bit complicated later on. The problem I just thought of will most likely come up ahead of schedule. I hope the Emperor has made preparations.

"Be careful, and get off the registration quickly after you've identified them. We don't have that much time to let you identify them one by one."

"Thank you, Lynch. This was my unauthorized action."

"Lin Qi" answered in his heart, and then he faced the crowd again and said his real name.

“My name is Horus Lupecal. Perhaps ten thousand years from now, some of you will not know the meaning of this name, but I can tell you that I am the first and only Warmaster of the Human Empire, and also the current Great Raider, the genetic father of Ezekiel Abaddon.”

Even Eric, who had prepared himself mentally, became incredibly stiff, staring at "Lynch" with disbelief in his eyes.

Even fear.

"Yes."

Horus sighed and revealed the truth that he had never wanted to tell his sons before him.

“You are actually the sons of a traitor, that is... the sons of Horus.”

Chapter 45 Atonement

"Ho...Rus......"

Ryan looked at "Lynch" on the platform, his tone bitter, as if every syllable of the name he uttered was a tremendous challenge for him.

Horus Lupercal.

This is a name that is extremely taboo for the Empire, and at one point, there was even a desire to completely erase it from history. In the 40K era, except for a very few secret texts, this name has completely disappeared from the Empire's official documents.

But there is another name, a name closely connected to the previous one, a name familiar to countless Astartes and Astral Legion members within the Empire, a name that evokes either hatred or fear.

That's Ezekiel Abaddon.

The Great Raider, the Chaos Warlord, invincible in every battle...

The owner of this name has many titles and identities.

But what Eric, Ryan, and the more than one hundred Astartes present never expected was that one day they would share the same identity as each other.

That is the son of Horus.

"How can this be?"

Among the crowd, someone spoke first, attracting everyone's attention.

The soldier's face was contorted; his features were almost squeezed together in everyone's sight. His upper and lower jaws were pressed tightly together, his teeth were chattering, and his lips were twitching in a stiff position...

He seemed to be struggling, as if waging a mental war against a terrifying demon. He remained kneeling, but his hand was on the explosive pistol at his waist, poised to draw it at any moment.

"Do not……"

Someone realized something and immediately spoke up, trying to stop the warrior from making any impulsive move. But before he could move, another figure, short and thin to Astartes, had already swept past them like a gentle breeze.

Lynch approached the soldier, within an arm's length of a normal person's reach.

Eric's breath hitched. Instinctively, he was about to take a step forward and break through the crowd at the fastest speed he had ever been to reach "Lynch's" side.

Even though he knew that the Primarch's identity was actually Horus Lupecal, the "culprit" in the various records and documents of the Empire who nearly destroyed the Empire ten thousand years ago and is now the source of humanity's dark fate.

However, when he saw that the other party had entered a dangerous situation, his body reacted involuntarily, wanting to rush forward and eliminate the potential danger for his father.

"do not come."