Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 207: Lion King vs. Fire Dragon

Ryan had imagined all possible enemies, perhaps the biochemically modified monsters secretly domesticated by his ambitious brother, or the deformed creations created by his blasphemous technology. In any case, the owner of this voice was definitely a big guy.

He swore based on his experience of living in the dangerous jungle of Caliban for more than a decade that this was definitely an opponent with whom he could fight to his heart's content.

It has been a long time since Ryan fought against a behemoth that made him excited, ever since he united the major knight orders on Caliban and completely wiped out the behemoth crisis that was spreading on Caliban.

However, the guy who suddenly appeared turned out to be Vulkan, the long-lost Lord of Fire Dragons.

The joy of reunion had not yet subsided, and Lion's super brain was working rapidly. The first thing he thought of was that damn Guilliman, who actually concealed the news about Vulkan.

He really has too many secrets!

At this moment, all the guilt he felt for causing the Midnight Haunter to wreak havoc in Macragge due to his mistake disappeared. The lion's face turned livid, and he used his lion sword to block the crazy Vulkan's hammer.

It was an extremely terrifying force. Even Ryan had to use all his strength and superb skills to block the attack.

From this moment on, the lion let go of all unnecessary emotions. He truly realized that this crazy brother really did not hold back at all.

"Although I don't know what happened to you, I still want you to calm down first."

"Don't try to piss me off."

The lion entered into a life-and-death fight in an instant, the wild instinct of the Caliban jungle driving his actions. The lion sword that activated the decomposition force field drew an arc of light and pointed directly at the throat of the Fire Dragon Lord.

Before this, Llane had never fought Vulkan, or to put it another way, the merciful Vulkan had almost never fought against his brothers.

Everyone knows that the Lord of Nocturne is not a combat-oriented Primarch. His strengths lie in creation and protection. Vulkan can create unparalleled artifacts, and at the same time he will kindly protect the lives of the weak.

The Lion, who claimed to be the leader of all the Primarchs, had never imagined a fight with Vulkan. In his eyes, only the former Moon Wolf Horus and the Archangel Sanguinius could compete with him.

But now, he realized that he was extremely wrong. If he still dared to face the mad Vulkan with a hesitant and relaxed attitude, he would be smashed into a meat patty by this real monster.

His hands holding the lion sword were trembling slightly. That was the force dissipation reaction of the bones after the violent shock. Ryan adjusted his state and dodged Vulkan's brutal attack as much as possible.

Hou Guin and Redros had already wisely evacuated to a safe area. They followed the orders of the Lion King, but the two six-wing commanders simultaneously took out the deadly long-range weapons they carried with them, ready to support the Primarch at any time.

"Don't come close. This is not a battle you can interfere in."

Alarms rang in the base, and Valentus Doro, who had come to his senses, assembled most of the Ultramarines, and they were rushing towards this location.

The Dark Angels commander informed Dorlo of the situation, and the heroes realized that the other party was right. Anyway, the Primarch was about to arrive, so it would be a good choice for them to judge the situation first.

In the battle between the two Primarchs, it is obvious that the Lion is on the defensive. His strength may be far inferior to Vulkan, but in terms of speed and agility, Lion has a great advantage.

When Vulkan attacked with that terrifying hammer, Ryan moved his body precisely, making exaggerated dodging movements that were inconsistent with the human body's physiological structure, or using flash-like short-range bursts of speed to distance himself and avoid the attack.

The Fire Dragon Lord's attack seemed unstoppable, but in fact, it didn't even touch Ryan's body once. The Lion King patiently delayed time, waiting for the moment when his brother's amazing brute force would fail.

Even the Primarch, when fully mobilizing his physical strength, cannot always be in a 100% explosive state.

After a series of attacks, there will inevitably be loopholes in force transmission and omissions in defense.

The lion seemed to have returned to the dangerous jungle of Caliban, using his unparalleled hunting patience to consume the energy of those giant beasts.

He could spend a whole day just to exhaust the strength and will of his prey so that he could find the right moment to kill it.

"Our father is using a tactic of attrition. His physical strength has not been consumed at all. All the accumulation is for the burst at the last moment. The physical strength of the Fire Dragon Lord is being consumed, and his loopholes are increasing. When the real loopholes appear, the battle will decide the outcome."

The Deathwing Grand Master offered a well-reasoned analysis, slowly lowering the relic plasma cannon in his hand. This was no longer necessary. "My cousin, you may underestimate Vulkan. I simply say that once Lord Guilliman arrives, they should immediately work together to subdue the Fire Dragon Lord, whether through stasis or anesthetic potions, to bring this to a swift end," Valentus retorted.

But Houguin just smiled. He thought these Extreme Warriors were too timid and hesitant. The Lion would never fail.

Having fought alongside Auguston against the Night Haunter, the taciturn Grand Master of the Deathwing was much more amiable when facing the heroes of the Ultramarines.

The reckless battlefield commander never forgot the image of plunging his sword into the body of the Night Haunter, and he gained more kindness and admiration for these cobalt blue cousins.

"How about we make a bet? If the Lion King wins, give me a set of your strong interaction force material power armor, and if the Fire Dragon Lord wins, I'll give you this relic plasma pistol."

Valentus just chuckled. He did not refuse the Dark Angel's bet.

They did not see with their own eyes how Vulcan transformed from a lifeless skeleton into a giant of flesh and blood.

Facing an immortal opponent is not a fair thing in itself.

When Vulkan swung the extremely heavy hammer again, Ryan finally moved. The lion sword in his hand drew an arc of light, like a flash of lightning in the dark sky on a midsummer thunder night.

This is a fatal sword, without too many fancy moves, only absolute speed, accuracy and ruthlessness.

Lion's greatsword had almost a special attack effect against huge enemies. When everyone saw the cold and shining blade again, the Lion Sword had already penetrated Guilliman's old-fashioned armor, leaving a deep scar on the heart of the Fire Dragon Lord.

Even Valentus had to admire this sword, it was fast and accurate, and there was no way to dodge it.

If it were him, he would probably be cut in half by the sword before he could react.

Among the entire Thirteen Legions, perhaps only the silver-haired swordsman Orfeo is qualified to challenge this sword. After killing Angron once, the Regent of Amatra has been named the Swordsman of the Ultramarines Legion and is known as the person with the highest martial arts skills.

"This is your final warning, bro."

Ryan's voice cracked as he delivered an ultimatum to his frantic brother.

He could have stabbed Vulkan through the heart with that blow, which would have been enough to seriously injure a Primarch but not kill him.

However, Vulkan did not react at all. He continued to repeat the roar of "Conrad Curze". Endless anger and hatred devoured his sanity and made him continue to attack Ryan.

It's time to end.

Ryan swung his sword again, and his miraculous swordsmanship drove the Lion Sword to pierce Vulkan's chest. The armor could no longer protect the Lord of Fire Dragon, and the decomposition force field even evaporated the flesh and blood at the wound.

However, the furious Vulkan didn't care. He even continued to charge forward, allowing the lion sword to pierce him through.

The heart, flesh, and bones were destroyed one by one under the sharpness of the power sword.

Ryan was about to retreat, but his lion sword was stuck firmly by the flesh and blood body of the Fire Dragon Lord and could not move. The heavy hammer fell down with a bang, and the lion had to use his left shoulder armor to block the hammer.

The tall lion king was blown away, and the roaring lion head on his left shoulder armor was smashed into a twisted creature by the powerful hammer.

Ryan felt a sweetness in his mouth and the taste of blood spread from his chest, and his brother's remaining sanity allowed him to pull out the lion sword that was stuck in his chest.

That sound was enough to scare everyone who heard it. The sharp blade of steel cut through the hard bones, tore through the flesh, and then was pulled out inch by inch.

Vulkan roared, holding the lion sword in one hand and wielding the war hammer in the other. The fatal wound left by the lion king began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ryan's face fell in an instant. How the hell was he going to fight him? Vulkan's self-healing ability was completely beyond his expectations.

(End of this chapter)