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

Chapter 274 Vulcan Rampage (Please subscribe)
Damon hated his own bad mouth at this moment.

There were so many things to say, but he insisted that it was impossible for him to miss, and that Vulkan was unarmed.

Now, the opponent has broken free from the stagnation position and summoned his Dawnbringer Hammer.

Looking at the terrifying dragon-headed hammer in the hands of the Fire Dragon Lord, with its perfect metallic luster and curvature, one can't help but admire Vulcan's god-like casting craftsmanship.

But alas, the hammer is now about to fall on their heads.

What's even more terrible is that Narek the Word Bearer had already completely locked the adamantine gate in order to prevent the Ultramarines from reacting and disrupting their plans.

Even if they could reopen the door from the inside, do they really have the time?
He wanted to slowly open the explosion-proof door under the nose of a Primarch whose brain was dominated by rage and murderous intent, and then escape.

Narek just felt that his two teammates were extremely stupid. They were now trapped in a closed room with one of the strongest Primarchs, and the other party was in some kind of crazy and rampage state.

There was no more time to wonder, as the mad Primarch howled and pounced on them.

The attack of the Fire Dragon Lord was like a moving mountain. Vulkan swung his hammer at them. The immense force gave it terrifying kinetic energy, almost completely sucking the air apart, making a shrill sonic boom.

Damon lay on the ground neatly, while John dodged and ran to the back. Narek, who was the most conspicuous, undoubtedly received the most attention. He only had time to put on a psychic barrier for himself, and then had to endure Vulkan's extremely ferocious hammering.

In an instant, the psychic barrier collapsed, the ceramic and plastic steel structures of the power armor were shattered, and the Word Bearer disappeared on the spot like a kite with a broken string, until a deep sunken pit appeared on the wall behind, and Narek and his power armor were trapped in it, unable to move.

With just one strike, not even a full-strength strike from Vulkan, Narek was already out.

John could still feel Narek's mental fluctuations, but most of the other party's bones were broken and his internal organs were bleeding profusely.

If it weren't for the Astartes' powerful vitality and the protection of the other party as a psychic, this blow alone would be enough to send him back to the arms of the Emperor.

Damon rolled on the ground to dodge. He was the one who fired thousands of bullets at Vulgan's forehead just now. Vulgan saw it all. Although he was still in a state of madness and had lost his calm mind, his biological instinct still made him remember the hatred.

His attack on Damon was particularly fierce. His hammer smashed a pillar, and a large amount of rock debris broke and flew like bullet fragments. Damon narrowly avoided another blow from the hammer, and the next second the floor tiles and metal where he was were completely shattered.

"Damn it, think of a way, John!"

Damon used telepathy to ask for help from his companions, but John had no time to respond to him. His skills and combat proficiency were far inferior to Damon's. At this time, he was protecting his lightning stone dagger and hiding in the distance looking for an opportunity.

In addition to being able to kill immortals, the Lightning Stone Spear is essentially just a piece of stone. Who knows if it will still be useful after it is broken into pieces.

"You are immortal and will not die. Trap Vulkan and create a chance for me." John cursed.

Damon had no choice but to continue dodging. If it weren't for the superb skills he had honed over the past tens of thousands of years, as well as his powerful psychic intuition, he would have been smashed into a paste by the Fire Dragon Lord long ago.

He quickly replaced the crystal core ammunition and continued firing after getting out of Vulkan's attack range.

The dart pistol switched to firing mode and released a rain of bullets like shotgun shells. Those extremely sharp single-molecule fragments formed a spider web without gaps.

Vulkan let out a terrifying roar. He felt intense pain as thousands of single-molecule fragments penetrated deeply into his muscles and internal organs. His body was pierced. The kinetic energy of those extremely sharp weapon fragments remained after passing through his body. The ground behind him was splashed with huge amounts of blood and tissue fragments.

The Eldar's star dart weapons had extremely terrifying lethality against lightly armored or unarmored enemies. Even the powerful body of the Primarch suffered severe damage at this moment.

But Vulkan only paused for no more than half a second. The horrific wounds on his body were already wriggling and healing, and his flesh and blood seemed to have self-awareness and merged together. Apart from the mottled bloodstains, there was no other trace.

They knew very well that although Vulkan was currently insane, his consciousness did not control his body. At this moment, it was only his body's instincts and subconscious that were controlling his body.

As if sensing the enemy's cunning, Vulkan's Dawnbringer Hammer changed. This artifact, forged by the Lord of Fire Dragon himself, contained a large amount of ancient relic-level technology. The smooth hammer head flashed with the pink-blue light of the Warp, and a psychic power that they could not understand was entangled around it.

Vulkan swung his hammer, and when the hammer's head collided with the military base, an energy explosion far beyond the concept of physics erupted. The metal was ripped into shreds, and a violent energy shockwave surged out.

Damon figured out some clues. The opponent's hammer was covered with nano-sized subspace portals. When it made contact, the objects it touched would be sucked into the subspace, causing strong local subspace damage and leading to a slight psychic explosion.

"How do we fight this? Not only is there physical damage, but there is also psychic damage."

For psykers, it's even worse.

Under Vulkan's psychic interference, Damon clearly felt that his psychic perception was affected, and his dodging became more and more strenuous and difficult.

He had died many times before, some were blown to pieces by artillery fire, and some were killed by sharp blades, but he had never experienced the consequences of being killed by a war hammer with a psychic explosion.

The body shattered by the psychic explosion will be directly thrown into the subspace by the teleportation ability contained in the Dawnbringer. God knows where he will drift to.

Damon emptied his ammunition again, and this time he attacked Vulkan's vital parts. The Fire Dragon Lord had to kneel on the ground, using Dawnbringer as a support to breathe heavily.

Then, right before Damon's eyes, the Dawnbringer flashed with arcs of warp electricity and suddenly disappeared with his master, leaving only a large pool of blood on the ground.

"Great! Not only are we facing an enemy that deals explosive damage and is completely unkillable, but he also has the ability to teleport."

"My useless teammate was killed right at the start, and there's another one hiding in the back doing something unknown."

Damon hurriedly replaced his ammunition. He didn't know where Vulkan had gone, but at least this was a chance to catch his breath.

"Use your psychic powers and tell me where he went? Where the hell did he go?!" Damon cursed at John.

He quickly ran to the big hole in the metal wall and helped pull Narek out of the sunken wall.

After all, this teammate is not dead yet, so maybe he can be used to attract Vulkan's firepower.

The severely injured Word Bearer Narek lay on the ground like a dead body in mud. Perhaps after a while, the self-healing ability of those strengthened organs would allow him to stand up again, but definitely not now.

Broken dozens of bones were not a serious or fatal injury to an Astartes.

"Get up. I can't carry you. With your power armor on, you weigh at least half a ton."

However, the Word Bearer lying on the ground simply blinked at the Cabal agent. That was the only part of his body that could move.

Through the other person's reflective red goggles, Damon suddenly saw a black figure suddenly appear.

Damon suddenly felt a biting chill coming from behind him, but before he turned his head, the huge Dawnbringer hammer had already fallen down, and the body of the cult agent was hammered into a pool of blood like plasticine.

Damon exploded, literally.

A huge amount of blood and bone fragments splattered on Narek's face. The 1.8-meter-tall mortal in front of him was now only left with a thin layer of flesh and blood. He had to hold his breath to avoid being drowned by the other's blood.

The Word Bearer fell to the ground dying, and the Immortal Agent Damon was beaten into a pulp. Only Agent John was still able to move at the scene.

John swallowed, trying to look as harmless as possible.

He frantically urged his telepathic power to convey goodwill to the other party, but Vulkan's heart had already fallen into unimaginable rage and pain.

(End of this chapter)