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Wop: "Are there any human settlements on extinct volcanoes?"

Gangfu's voice was filled with a hint of fear that was hard to conceal. "That's the lair of the fire dragon. I'm afraid no one dares to settle there."

"This is trouble." Wop's brows were deeply furrowed.

Wop was not always able to find the Primarchs in the incubators in time; so far, the only ones who had found them were Curze, Corax, Fulgrim, and Sanguinius.

It was not uncommon for the Primarch to have been adopted by others before his arrival.

But why is there such a big deviation?

He was not worried about Vukan's life safety. As an immortal, death was just a reincarnation.

But the pain of each death is real and unforgettable. If the Primarch has to go through this torture repeatedly right after birth, the pain of death will probably leave an incurable scar in the Primarch's young heart.

……

The moment it jumped into the real universe, the incubator was swept by a violent turbulence.

When the capsule was finally captured by the planet's gravity, the incubator cut through the night sky of Nocturne, turned into a burning meteorite, and roared down towards the death volcano.

The predators living in the volcano all looked up, their dark red eyes reflecting the falling meteorite in the night sky.

Even lower creatures without any intelligence are attracted to the unknown.

They gazed at the falling stars and made low hisses, as if communicating some primitive confusion.

However, when the meteorite crashed to the ground, sending up a cloud of debris and dust, all living things retreated.

There are always some beings that are destined to be above all other living beings.

Fire dragons are the undisputed apex predators of Nocturne, lurking along the boiling lava lakes of extinct volcanoes.

The place where the star cluster fell was exactly the lair of the Fire Dragon Lord.

……

"boom!"

The deafening crash tore through the silence in the heart of the volcano, waking up the sleeping Fire Dragon Lord.

The Lord of Fire Dragon raised his huge head like a mountain, and there was still dormant confusion in his vertical pupils.

In the center of its nest, there is a twisted and deformed metal cabin, and the outer shell is still sizzling in the high temperature.

Through the broken crack, a small figure can be vaguely seen.

It was a dark-skinned baby, curled up in the smoking ruins.

The Lord of Fire Dragon slowly lowered his head, narrowed his eyes, and looked carefully at the uninvited guest.

He was too small to even fill its teeth.

The scorching dragon's breath, wrapped in the smell of sulfur, blew across the baby's skin like a heat wave.

However, the little figure did not retreat. The baby opened his round, bright eyes and looked straight at the huge beast in front of him.

The baby tilted his little face up, his pupils dancing with pure curiosity and a little bit of ignorant confusion, like a baby bird opening its eyes for the first time.

His red pupils were as clear as stars, reflecting the fire dragon's ferocious scales and burning vertical pupils.

But there was no fear in his eyes, he looked at the Fire Dragon Lord calmly.

The Fire Dragon Lord suddenly opened his bloody mouth.

……

Nocturne has only one satellite, Prometheus.

However, the size and mass of this satellite are far beyond the ordinary, and its huge gravity causes extremely strong tidal effects on the surface of Nocturne.

The violent gravity tore at Nocturne's crust, causing the entire surface of the planet to be covered with endless volcanic mountains and crisscrossing earthquake zones.

Every fifteen standard Terran years, when Prometheus reaches periastron, Nocturne experiences a devastating tidal catastrophe.

The two planets trembled violently under the tearing of gravity, and the earth's crust twisted and cracked under the violent tidal force.

Powerful earthquakes ravaged the continental plates like giant beasts, and huge tsunamis swept across every inch of the coastline.

At the same time, thousands of volcanoes erupted at the same time, and hot magma gushed out from the wounds of the earth like blood. The volcanic ash and toxic smoke that covered the sky completely obscured the light of the stars, plunging the entire world into darkness.

The Nocturne people call it the time of trial, and each reincarnation marks the end and beginning of a Nocturne year.

When the trial comes, the life of the whole world is like a candle in the wind, which is about to collapse.

And when the volcanic ash finally obscures the sky, a long, bitter cold spell will descend.

Life on Nocturne has adapted to Nocturne's extreme heat, but is almost completely unable to tolerate the cold.

Whenever winter comes, the fragile cubs are the first to freeze to death, and those who cannot adapt to the sudden change will follow suit.

Only the hardiest individuals, or those with shelter, survive.

The Nocturne people built seven cities on the few stable crustal plates to provide shelter for humanity during the trials.

The animals of Nocturne have turned the volcanoes spewing magma into natural shelters. Even in the harshest winter, the churning lava deep in the volcano can still maintain a suitable temperature.

The Fire Dragon is the largest predator on Nocturne, and the Death Volcano is the largest volcano on Nocturne, and the Death Volcano is the Fire Dragon's lair!

A large number of fire dragons live here, making it a forbidden area for humans and no one dares to set foot here.

But here comes Wop, and he comes looking for Wokkan.

The road to climb the extinct volcano is extremely steep.

The rugged volcanic rocks are jagged and crisscrossed like knife edges, and the steep ridges are almost perpendicular to the ground.

There are no man-made paths here, and one can only rely on their hands to climb up the protruding edges and corners, and climb up with difficulty in the sulfur smoke.

Even more dangerous are the fire dragons that dwell here. These predators have claws that can easily tear through mortal armor, and the flames they breathe are powerful enough to melt rock.

But for Wop, who possesses psychic powers, these are just the most insignificant obstacles.

Even if there is a vertical cliff blocking his way, his psychic power can make him take off like a bird.

When the fire dragons roar and pounce, the psychic blades will cut them in half in an instant.

"How did they grow so big?" This question took root in Wop's mind.

There is a food chain in any world, which is the necessary foundation for species reproduction and evolution.

And any food chain has producers and consumers.

In ancient Terra, animals were consumers and plants were producers.

There is ecology only when there are plants, and a food chain can be formed only when there is ecology.

On land, sunlight provides energy for plants to grow and reproduce through photosynthesis, forming the cornerstone of the ecosystem.

Herbivores eat grass, and carnivores eat herbivores, forming a clear food chain.

In the ocean, algae also rely on photosynthesis to grow and become the basic producers of marine ecology.

Plankton eats algae, shrimps eat plankton, small fish eat shrimps, and big fish eat small fish, eventually forming a complete marine ecological chain.

Whether on land or in the ocean, energy is transmitted step by step along the food chain to maintain the balance and operation of the entire ecosystem.

However, in the extreme environment of Nocturne, the traditional ecological chain has been completely overturned.

The continuous volcanic eruptions have made the rivers and soil extremely rich in sulfur, making it impossible for ordinary plants to survive.

Thick volcanic ash covered the sky again, making it difficult for even the light of stars to penetrate.

Frequent earthquakes are also constantly reshaping the surface of the earth. Any life that attempts to take root will be wiped out in the violent earthquakes.

And there are indeed no forests on Nocturne, and no producers that form the basis of the food chain.

Since there are no producers, why are there so many consumers?

What do they eat?

Of course, volcanic ash itself is rich in nutrients and makes an excellent natural fertilizer.

Algae in the ocean love volcanic ash, so it's not surprising that they can form a complete ecological chain.

But who is the producer on land?

Perhaps some organisms have replaced the plants' ecological niche, no longer needing to photosynthesize and relying solely on eating soil to survive.

And this kind of soil-eating life should be widespread, otherwise the consumers of Nocturne Star would not be able to spread over a large area.

However, finding Vukan is the top priority at the moment, and these ecological questions can only be put aside temporarily.

"Wukan, where are you?"

Wop climbed up the crater with difficulty and stood on the rugged rock ridge to look into the distance.

However, it has been so long since the incubator crashed that there is no trace left.

Wop's eyes searched back and forth across the lava surface of the volcano, but he saw only a lifeless wasteland.

At this moment, Wop could only rely on his most primitive intuition to sense.

Wop took a deep breath, chose a direction, and jumped down from the top of the mountain without hesitation.

Spiritual energy circulated around him, carrying him down slowly like a feather.

However, before his feet touched the ground, Wop's eyes were drawn to a dark pit not far away.

It was obviously not a naturally formed depression, but a mark left by a violent impact from some object falling from the sky.

Wop stood at the edge of the pit, gazing into the dark recess below, and murmured, "Is this a piece of cake?"

It was as if fate was silently pushing him forward.

But Tzeentch is the god of fate in the ancient cesspool, is that right?

Wop jumped into the deep pit without hesitation. He was not afraid of the danger lurking there.

Unless he gave up Vukan, he had no choice at this moment.

The radiance of psychic energy illuminated the dark cave like daylight.

When he landed lightly on the ground, a unique metallic sound came from the soles of his boots, and the wreckage of a twisted and deformed metal cabin was lying quietly on the ground.

And on that mottled surface, the number was still clearly visible: XVIII.

Confirmed, this is the real Vukan.

The cave is filled with mountains of gems and precious metals, which burst into dazzling light under the illumination of psychic energy.

This place seems to be the lair of a giant beast with a collecting habit.

According to common sense, immortals cannot die.

Vulkan can be reborn even if destroyed at the atomic level by Magnus.

But if Vukan is eaten by the giant beast in the lair, will he be reborn in the giant beast's stomach or in its excrement?

If it's the former, Wop will have to find the beast and kill it first.

If it was the latter, Wop would first have to find out where the beast defecated.

But no matter which possibility it is, it will probably leave an indelible shadow on Walkan for the rest of his life.

He was eaten as soon as he was born. Is there any Primarch more miserable than him?

Just as Wop was about to set out to look for Wokhan, he suddenly felt a ripple in the psychic barrier.

Wop looked down and saw a wriggling black shadow crashing into the barrier under his feet.

It was a baby as black as ink, and its pink teeth were gently gnawing on the barrier, making a squeaking sound.

He tilted his head, raised his little face and looked straight at Wop, with a hint of innocent confusion in his scarlet eyes, as if silently asking: Why can't I bite it?

Wop was silent.

So Vulkan was in the nursery the whole time?

So much time had passed that he subconsciously thought the incubator was already empty.

But it's not entirely his fault.

The exit of the incubator was facing the shadows diagonally. The psychic light barely outlined half of the shape, and it was pitch black inside.

And Vulkan… he was darker than darkness.

Wop slowly squatted down and carefully picked up Walkan. "Sorry, Walkan, I didn't recognize you just now."