Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

"In fact, I have passed the message to the Primarch, and he is on his way."

As the highest-ranking officer in this base, Dorlo has activated the scarlet-level alarm. The mechanical gates guarded by the guards are falling one by one and will not be opened until the Primarch arrives.

"Brother Edmund, Vulcan's body seems to be healing. I don't think my eyes are damaged to this extent." Dorlo said to the pharmacist.

The pharmacist swallowed silently. He had served in the Legion for more than a hundred years. He had been serving as a pharmacist since the time when the Primarch had not yet returned.

"Yes, Lord Yingjie, I was not wrong either."

But he had never seen such a scene before. The body of the Fire Dragon Lord, which had fallen from orbit, had been burned into a piece of charcoal and was now wriggling as it smashed into the city like a meteor, releasing all its kinetic energy.

He swore on his century-long career that when he checked Vulkan's condition, he was indeed completely dead, without the slightest movement of the brain, and most of the flesh and blood tissue in his body was burned away, leaving only thick black charcoal attached to his bones.

Not only him, but also other pharmacists and medical devices with an accuracy close to 100% witnessed this scene.

On the silver-white platform, a charred body was lying quietly, and the severe scorch marks left by the atmospheric friction were constantly peeling off.

Just like new buds sprouted from an ancient tree burned by lightning, new flesh and blood emerged under the charcoal, and the red and white muscle fibers were still bleeding. They tore open the charcoal wrapping and broke it into pieces.

Vulkan was disintegrating, and the charred tissue that the Ultramarines dared not touch was like the dirt falling to the ground after the phoenix was reborn. First the flesh and blood, then the skin, and the oily black skin grew out of the fresh flesh and blood.

"Where did all that mass come from? It just came out of nowhere, and I don't understand it."

The pharmacist looked at this scene and immediately began to doubt his own treatment skills.

The Lord of Fire Dragons gradually transformed from a charred corpse into a huge, muscular naked giant. Based on Dorlo's own experience, Vulkan was even bigger than Guilliman in armor.

Vulkan, who had come back from the dead, slowly sat up, leaned his back against the cold metal wall, curled up his knees, and rested his arms on his knees to support his head.

Yingjie saw that there was not a single hair on the Fire Dragon Lord's head. Although he was originally bald, he at least had eyebrows and a beard.

"Where is the Primarch? His brother is fully alive again." Dorlo asked.

"The signal from the gunboat shows it's still several dozen kilometers away, which will be a tiny number."

Dorlo put his head closer, feeling the cold touch of the reinforced glass on his face, which made him more awake.

suddenly.

Yingjie saw the curled up giant raise his head, and his pupils like the furnace of Nocturne were staring at him. Suddenly, Dollo felt a fatal threat.

"No, Master Vulkan is not normal."

He subconsciously took a few steps back, his right hand resting on his power sword. The Extreme Warriors on duty around him came closer and surrounded the room where the Fire Dragon Lord was staying in a vigilant posture.

It was a Primarch, brother of their Gene-Father.

No one saw what happened. Dorlo only saw Vulkan disappear from the spot. The dark giant roared with rage and fear, and then a huge fist smashed hard on the high-strength transparent glass.

Dorlo couldn't understand what Vulkan's roar meant, but the pain and despair in it gave him an instant sense of synaesthesia.

"Release the anesthetic gas, quickly, release it all!"

Yingjie calmly ordered others to carry out emergency measures. They were sad to find that the Fire Dragon Lord seemed to have gone completely crazy and he could not hear the shouts from the Extreme Warriors.

"He lost his mind and turned into a complete beast."

The complex pipes in the ceiling rapidly sprayed out anesthetic gases like rain and mist. These chemicals could effectively numb the nerves of the Astartes, and at such a concentration, even an Ork would be unable to resist.

It's just that the one trapped in the room is a Primarch. Vulkan has the strongest body among all his brothers. In terms of brute strength alone, no one can match the Lord of Nocturne.

Vulkan's hand, which had not yet fully healed, was covered in blood again. The scarlet muscles under the dark skin were cracked, revealing the pale hand bones. However, the mad beast just continued to smash the obstacles in front of him regardless.

The whole room seemed to be shaking. Vulkan exuded a pure sense of power without too many distractions. He was extremely focused and transformed all his pain and anger into strength.

The Lord of Nocturne waved his fist like a forging hammer, and the thick barrier in front of him was the anvil in his forge. He used his talent in forging, and everyone understood that this layer of defense could not stop him for much longer.

Under everyone's shocked gazes, the barrier that was capable of blocking a super-heavy tank's main gun began to crack and was shattered by the Fire Dragon Lord with pure power.

The cracks in the glass expanded rapidly, and a huge spider web emerged, followed by a huge explosion. Countless glass fragments flew and even penetrated into the ceramic steel wall.

Doro tried to have his battle brothers use non-lethal attacks to stop Vulkan, but their resistance was as ridiculous as a toddler trying to trip an adult. The naked Vulkan simply waved his hands and threw these fully-armored Astartes away.

When Yingjie was thrown out, he finally heard the meaning of the word that Vulkan called.

The Fire Dragon Lord kept repeating the name of Midnight Haunter with endless hatred.

The furious Vulkan seemed to have regained some consciousness. After escaping from his room, he found a large enough warhammer in the Ultramarines' military base, and also looted a set of armor once used by Guilliman.

He practically stuffed himself into Guilliman's armor, as if his brother's armor might burst at any moment as Vulkan's muscles stretched.

Vulkan was unstoppable with weapons and armor. He used pure force to blast open the gates that blocked him, as if he was a monster called a salamander on Nocturne roaring in the corridor.

Outside the secret base, Ryan was trying to make up his mind as he was thinking about how to get in, but in a flash, the Caliban man heard a violent roar that was enough to make him nervous.

For a moment, Ryan thought of the terrible beasts in the jungles of Caliban. Their kings once had such power.

The lion drew out his lion sword, put on his lion helmet, and used his left hand to drive away Hou Guin and Redros. The next moment, the furious Fire Dragon Lord tore apart the last line of defense, and the explosion-proof door made of solid alloy flew backwards as if it had experienced an explosion.

"This is... Vulkan?!" The Lion King's eyes suddenly widened to their maximum, but his strongest brother was already swinging the giant warhammer towards him.

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 made a well-reasoned analysis and slowly put down the relic plasma gun in his hand. This was no longer necessary.

"My cousin, you may have underestimated Vulkan. I just want to say that when Lord Guilliman arrives, they should immediately work together to subdue the Fire Dragon Lord, whether by using a stasis stance or anesthetic potions, to get all this over with quickly." 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.