Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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The orcs' rout, like their attack, came and went quickly, the battle ending in just two Terran hours. Grimadus walked through a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, heading towards the city walls.

On the city walls, the assigned defensive firepower and artillery positions within the city opened fire together, sparing no effort in unleashing the Emperor's wrath upon the orcs—there weren't too many orcs at the moment, after all, their main fleet was still fighting against the combined fleet of Amigedodton and Astartes in the void, maintaining a stalemate.

Rogue Dorn's scorched-earth strategy in the recent past has prevented the savage orcs living in the Equatorial Forest of Amegiddon from posing a threat to the various hives.

"Lord Grimaldus."

Colonel Salen approached; the portly man was panting heavily and covered in blood. He held a bomb pistol in one hand and a data panel in the other.

"This is our rough summary of the casualty report."

Grimadus took the data panel and glanced at it briefly. Thanks to prior preparation, the orcs' attack had not caused too many casualties, and the wounded had been moved to the modified underground mines to receive treatment from medics, professional doctors, and medical nuns.

"Do you have any intelligence on the fleet?"

Having confirmed that Halsridge's defenses were sufficient to withstand the upcoming war, Grimadus looked down at Salen and asked the question that concerned him most.

Salen nodded and then began his report.

"Just now, a huge alien battleship suddenly appeared from the green-skinned orcs. Its firepower was extremely fierce, making it very difficult for the Astartes' battle barges to deal with it."

That must be the orcs' mothership... The Bonecrusher, is that guy on it?

Grimaldus thought to himself, while involuntarily clenching his fists.

If the orcish leaders have appeared on the battlefield, then Rog'dorne, his father, will now join the battle with the Eternal Crusade and the Black Templars.

It is a great pity that I was not by his side to share in the glory of this great undertaking.

but........

He recalled once again the conversation he had with Roger Dorn on the city wall that day.

The glory that has been lost will be regained in the future.

Now, the Son of Dorne will not tarnish the reputation of his father, the father of his genes.

Chapter 210 Dealing with Mao Erge

The moment the Eternal Expedition appeared, the combined fleet, which had been gradually falling behind under the orcs' attack, was able to catch its breath. The captains' roars, filled with anger and excitement, rang out in the channel, and the engines were put into full speed. Like cavalry in ancient warfare, they immediately pulled away after receiving support, and then launched a fierce second charge.

"Advance." Rogdorn coldly issued the order, controlling everything in the Eternal Crusade at this moment. "Smash those alien warships to pieces."

The engines of the Eternal Expedition were running at full power, their blue tails leaving long trails in the void—just as Rog Dorn had just said, using the anvil and hammer tactics created by humans tens of thousands of years ago, the Eternal Expedition, along with the ships belonging to the Black Templar behind it and the regrouped Allied Fleet, were now transforming into an unstoppable hammer, smashing down on the orcs, this ingot of iron.

Sparks flew as the iron ingots deformed under the impact of the heavy hammer. The orc fleet's formation had been successfully disrupted, and in the midst of the chaos, Rogue Dorn seized the opportunity to immediately issue his second order.

"Detonate the void bomb!"

With Roger Dorn's command, the massive Thinker array aboard the Eternal Expedition began to operate, sending out signals that moved around the battlefield at the speed of light. They quickly found their targets—the "asteroids" deployed on the battlefield, specially covered with thick layers of rock and special camouflage materials, essentially high-powered nuclear bombs.

boom! ! !

Intense flames engulfed the entire battlefield. The intense heat generated by these nuclear bombs distributed on the periphery even burned through the outer armor of the approaching orc warships and continued to expand, as if humans had used their own power to create dozens of small, short-lived suns in the void.

The battlefield situation became even more chaotic due to the use of humanity's trump cards, especially as the orcs' massive fleet was severely hampered. They wanted to regroup and end the current chaos, but whenever such an opportunity arose, Rogue Dorn would command the Eternal Expedition to charge forward without mercy, using the formidable defensive and offensive capabilities of the Glory Queen battleship at full power to thwart all of the orcs' attempts.

Using these tactics, the orc fleet began to dwindle rapidly. The scales of victory seemed to tip in human favor under Rogue Dorn's manipulation. Given enough time, the humans would surely...

"Lord Dorn!"

"A mortal observer shouted."

"An orc warship is rapidly approaching us! This warship appears to be an orc heavy battleship, possibly an orc mothership!"

Roger Dorn's face, which had remained expressionless the entire time, finally showed a slight change. He took a deep breath, turned around, and looked at the hundreds of Black Templar knights who were already fully prepared for battle.

Without saying much, he simply nodded to these descendants who would be meeting him for the first time in ten thousand years, and then began to head towards the teleportation point.

Inside the hangar, the Black Templar's teleportation device was ready and could be activated at any time.

"Prepare to board."

Roger Dorn said.

"I will kill the Bonebreaker myself."

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Lynch was in the subspace, sensing everything around him.

The mortal soul stood on a floating continent covering several hundred square meters, surrounded by various broken boulders. Looking up, this extraordinary soul could see a deep green—don't misunderstand, this wasn't the power possessed by that benevolent father. Although it did contain vigorous life force, it was more of an excited roar and an angry howl.

This is the god belonging to the orcs, that is, the power of Brother Gao Mao.

Gao Ge and Mao Ge are the two gods who, according to legend, created the orcs.

In the legends of the orcs, the Gorgon is brutal and cunning, while the Mao is cunning and brutal.

Brother Gao will hit you in the face with a stick when you see him, while Brother Mao will hit the back of your head with a stick when you don't see him.

In orc mythology, these two strange gods even seem to have successfully defeated Nurgle.

Unlike Mao Ge, Gao Ge prefers warriors, leaders, heavily armored leaders, or ordinary orc lads, because they represent the savagery and brutality of the orcs. For this reason, Gao Ge's strength might be greater than Mao Ge's.

Unlike Gao Ge, Mao Ge prefers smarter green-skinned characters, such as Big Tech and Stray Bullet Boy. Because of this, Mao Ge might be a bit smarter than Gao Ge.

However, regardless of the circumstances, the strength of these two orc race gods is undeniable. If the two were to fully unite, they would likely be able to contend with the four Chaos Gods, or even possess power surpassing theirs.

Of course, given the nature of orcs, this is practically impossible.

But right now, in Lynch's eyes, he could see two powerful psionic forces appear together, then converge, break through the barrier between the subspace and reality, and land on an individual in the real universe.

Salaka the Bonebreaker, through his unwavering courage in the face of potential death, successfully won the complete favor of the two powerful beings, who relentlessly poured their power into him, all for the purpose of making the battles in the real universe even more thrilling and exciting.

But this is not a good thing for Lynch or Roger Dorn.

Can Roger Dorn defeat the Bonecrusher? The answer is undoubtedly yes.

Even if a Primarch has not truly fought with his own power for nearly ten thousand years for some reason, he is still a Primarch.

Moreover, Roger Dorn's combat prowess was already among the strongest of the Primarchs.

But who knows what those outrageous orcs will do? Lin Qi had no doubt that the orcs' brains would come up with some strange and wonderful things. Now, with the powerful blessing of the two gods, the Bonecrusher could easily hold his own against Dorn for a few rounds. That was enough time to start up some weird machines.

What I need to do is to do my best to reduce the potential risks in the upcoming battle.

A golden spark appeared, and Lin Qi turned his head to see a burning figure.

"Dantiok, why are you all alone?"

Danteok bowed respectfully to Lynch, then took two steps back. Immediately afterward, countless golden sparks appeared in the boundless space of the warp, and countless figures, like Danteok, were enveloped in golden flames. They were of various forms, including Cardia Assault Troopers, the Krieg Death Legion and other Astral Forces, as well as battle nuns and fanatical followers of the State Church from various monasteries, Astartes from various chapters, and even the Custodian Guard.

Finally, an incredibly tall figure walked heavily toward Lin Qi.

The most striking difference between that figure and the others was the exceptionally intense flames emanating from his head. He gripped a massive warhammer tightly in his hand, exuding an indescribable sense of oppression.

费鲁斯·马努斯。

The Primarch of the Steel Hand, the Fallen Serpent, Fugen's former best friend and nemesis.

This is the Emperor's Legion, the Cursed Legion.

And now, he has handed this legion over to Lin Qi, letting him fight, letting him fight against two incredibly powerful gods in the warp!

Golden flames clung to Lin Qi's body, and he felt an immense power surging within him. He raised his hand, and a sword appeared in his grasp.

This sword is entirely golden, quite different from the sword that Lin Qi manifested using Tzeentch's power last time. It is a standard double-edged sword, with blazing golden flames burning on its blade. If someone who witnessed the Great Expedition ten thousand years ago were standing here, they would probably recognize it at a glance as a miniature Emperor's Sword.

With his sword pointed at Mao, Lin Qi took a deep breath.

"go!"

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There are generally two options when switching sides.

The first method involves boarding torpedoes, Thunderhawks, Stormbirds, and other assault vehicles, creating a large hole in the enemy ship, and then savagely and fiercely breaking in.

Such a boarding maneuver is quite risky. The vehicle could very well be destroyed by the enemy warship's anti-aircraft fire during its advance, resulting in the complete loss of life for everyone on board.

The second method involves using teleportation.

Each time he was teleported, when Roger Dorn was in that strange state between life and death, he always had a strange feeling.

In that instant, his soul traversed the warp and the real universe. Roger Dorn knew he didn't exist solely in the warp or the real universe, but simultaneously in both. In that moment, he believed—no, or rather, he knew perfectly well—that he was a mixture of materials from two worlds.

This feeling vanished immediately upon reaching his destination, even becoming somewhat absurd. But at that moment, the feeling was ingrained, as if by looking deeper he could see extraordinary sights, see... his very essence.

Roger Dorn looked without fear, and each time, he saw only an endless expanse of deep darkness.

The darkness disappeared.

A dazzling light brought Roger Dorn and his warriors back to reality; they had arrived at their destination. The light slowly faded, leaving them still dizzy and vulnerable to enemy attacks. Roger Dorn calmly took on the vigilance for his offspring, the Storm Fang clutched tightly in his hand, the machine spirit suppressing its warlike impulses, awaiting its unleashing to drink the blood of its enemies.

It's even darker here than in Terra.

Wanshi thought of Terra, which, due to humanity's relentless exploitation of the planet, became as dark as Nostramore every night.

Utter darkness, like Conrad Coates' eyes, like Corax's long hair.

The helmet's functions began, helping Roger Dorn to see the scene before him and projecting an image of the alien spaceship's interior, constructed using pixel particles.

For a moment, Rogue Dorn even felt as if he were standing inside a hive city, as if he were witnessing a rationally constructed technology built from countless illogical materials. During the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago, Rogue Dorn had seen many alien warships, including many orc warships, but the largest he had ever seen was the flagship of the orc emperor in the images.

The interior space of this warship is remarkably similar to what is shown in the images.

With his killing intent toward the Bonecrushers growing stronger, Roger Dorn raised his hand and silently commanded his progeny, who had recovered from the aftershocks of the teleportation, to begin advancing inside the warship.

As expected, the group was successfully teleported to a spacious hall on the orc warship—it looked like a gathering place for orcs, with remnants of spore wine and some strange food on the ground, and twisted symbols painted on the walls and floor, like murals or incantations.

“No life or psionic activity detected,” Helbrecht said, breaking the silence. “It’s safe here, Father.”

“This is an alien warship. As long as you stand here, you’re not exactly safe,” Roger Dorn said.

“This alien is very troublesome,” Bayard said.

The Thinker system built into the power armor automatically identified key locations and sources of threat. Several Templars released their servo skulls, sending them into action to scan the ship's structure and search for traces of the Bonecrushers.

Roger Dorn led the Black Templars forward, their footsteps echoing clearly in the empty warship—this was abnormal—the battle outside was raging, the ship was suffering heavy blows, but there were no explosions; all that could be felt was the irregular vibrations.

“Be careful,” Roger Dorn said. “Something’s not right here. The greenskins seem to have anticipated our arrival. Keep an eye on things and don’t fall into any traps.”

The Astartes were mentally resolute; they were elevated during the surgery that transformed them from mortals to superhumans, and successfully overcame the effects of fear through years of training.

But when the veterans of the Black Templar witnessed a scene that even their Primarchs were wary of, a hint of unease crept into their steps.