Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

"Crack!"

The sticky tearing sound was terrifying as the alien's head, along with a bloody spine, was pulled out of the body!

The broken nerve axons were like tree roots, still twitching in the air, and blood was gushing out of the neck cavity like a fountain.

But Ferrus didn't even pause. He threw the head in his hand like a cannonball at the enemy group, knocking down three charging dark elves.

The original body then delivered a powerful side kick, sending the alien's headless body flying dozens of meters like a broken sack.

"Come again!" He roared and charged forward. The agility that the Dark Eldar were proud of seemed so ridiculous in front of him. These elegant and cruel hunters were stiff all over, as if frozen by invisible fear. At this moment, even escape became a luxury.

As Ferrus was killing everyone, Vulkan's eyes were fixed on the invader airship in mid-air.

The Dark Eldar arrogantly hovered these airships low over the city walls, hoping to witness the bloody massacre up close and personal, trapping the surviving mortals in cages.

The Dark Eldar wanted to taste the pain themselves, so they didn't even leave many guards on the airship, only two people including the helmsman.

They expected the battle to be a one-sided massacre, but they did not expect the massacre to be reversed.

When Vukan jumped up with his knees slightly bent, his mountain-like body crashed into the deck of the airship like a cannonball.

The airship tilted violently under the impact, causing the Dark Eldar on the deck to stumble, but the Primarch did not give them any time to react.

"Shh-!"

The helmsman's body was like a fragile piece of paper in his hands, torn into two pieces, and blood splattered on his dark skin.

Vulkan turned and delivered another powerful punch, sending another alien's chest exploding with a muffled thud, sending fragments of its internal organs splattering all over the deck.

The airship, out of control, spun and plummeted to the ground, but Vulkan had already torn the cage apart with his bare hands, allowing the imprisoned mortal to escape after landing.

With swift reaction, Vulkan jumped onto another turning airship. The Dark Eldar on this airship finally realized the danger. He screamed and raised his poison crystal rifle. Deadly bullets rained down on the Primarch, but Vulkan just crossed his arms in front of him.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

The poisonous crystal shattered on his skin, leaving not even a white mark.

Vulkan smashed the Dark Eldar's head with a punch and then rushed towards the helmsman. When the Dark Eldar tried to pull out the poison blade at his waist, Vulkan had already clamped his waist and abdomen with his hands.

"Stab!"

Vulkan tore the alien into pieces, and blood splattered on the console like a waterfall.

Wokan is very clear about his advantages. He is not as agile as his brothers, so he must make full use of his strength!

The Dark Eldar airships fled in all directions, trying to get away from this dangerous human.

But the engine of the airship under Vulkan's feet made a harsh buzzing sound and crashed into the nearest Dark Eldar vehicle!

Flying the alien spaceship was very simple, and Vulkan learned it at a glance.

There were no living mortals on the ship, so Vulkan had no psychological concerns.

"boom!"

The two airships collided with a sharp sound of metal tearing, and twisted metal fragments fell like rain.

Vulkan leaped from the airship at the last moment before impact and landed on the deck of another airship with a loud bang.

"boom--!"

The deck of the airship shook violently under Vulkan's heavy footsteps, but unlike those unguarded slave ships, standing in front of the Primarch were twelve elite warriors in bright red armor.

The power weapons in their hands hissed with deadly energy fields, and the blades drew eerie light in the air.

At the end of the queue, the Dark Eldar's Archon was reclining on a throne decorated with huge alien skulls. His armor was far more gorgeous than that of all the Dark Eldar, and Vulkan came for him!

The Clive Broadsword is massive yet incredibly light, allowing even a child to wield it with ease.

When the Dark Eldar swung his broadsword down, Vorkan didn't bother to resist.

While fighting, he was always paying attention to Ferrus's battle. Since Ferrus could block the dark elves' blades with his hands, he could do it too!

He wasn't trying to compare himself to Ferrus, but he had a pair of iron hands, and he wasn't going to let prudishness keep him from using them!

"when--!"

Dazzling sparks flew as his arm rubbed against the sharp blade, and Vorkan smashed the dark elf's head with a punch.

Vulkan isn't fast enough, nor agile enough, compared to other Primarchs!

When facing these aliens, Vukan still burst out with amazing speed.

Facing the dark elves' sword lights slashing towards him, Vokhan's body turned into a shadow.

His iron fist smashed the enemy's skull, and then tore the second man's chest. Before the third man could raise his blade, Walkan grabbed his neck and pulled his head out of his neck!

Despite being surrounded by many, even the Primarch found it difficult to defend against all attacks.

The Dark Eldar's power blades drew hideous bloody marks on his body, but the Primarch seemed to feel no pain.

He suddenly grabbed the ankle of the Dark Eldar that was leaping towards him, swung him up like a hammer and smashed the other Dark Eldar to pieces!

When the headless body of the last Dark Eldar guard fell to the ground with a loud thud, the area before the Consul's throne was littered with broken corpses.

Vulkan slowly raised his head and pointed a finger at the Consul standing high above him.

"now you!"

The Consul slowly pulled out a strange long sword wrapped in black mist from the side of the skeletal throne, but a pistol appeared in his other hand at some point.

He pointed the gun at Vukan jokingly, and a sharp and raspy laugh erupted from behind his mask.

A stream of dark light particles powerful enough to penetrate any armor spurted out from the muzzle. The Consul was confident that no enemy could withstand this shot, and that no enemy would even be able to leave behind a corpse!

Wokan had no time to dodge and didn't intend to dodge, so he could only raise his arms to block his chest.

"when--!"

However, when the dark light particles exploded into powder on the surface of the arm, Vukan remained unharmed.

The pupils under the Consul's mask suddenly contracted, and the Primarch's iron fist, filled with anger, was already hitting his face.

This time it was the alien's turn to be unable to escape. His mask exploded into countless pieces, his teeth flew like shrapnel, his head collapsed and exploded, and Vokhan was covered in sticky blood plasma.

"Snapped!"

Ferrus grabbed a Dark Eldar and tore the alien apart, armor and all.

Another alien attempted a sneak attack, but Vukan, who fell from the sky, stepped on him.

The impact crushed his spine, and Walkan crushed his head with his foot.

Vulkan: "Brother, let's put an end to this!"

The aliens' fighting spirit had long since collapsed. Facing the encirclement of the two giants, even with their large numbers, their struggle was in vain.

They wanted to escape - but the airships had been destroyed by Vulkan, and the few remaining ones had already fled in panic and disappeared into the distant sky.

They wanted to resist - but the Archon was dead, the remaining Dark Eldar were only concerned with fleeing, and no one in the scattered army could organize an effective resistance.

So they could only be slaughtered unilaterally.

As the aliens fled in all directions, mortals could no longer catch up with them, as the aliens were far superior to mortals in both physical strength and speed.

But the Primarch can.

The xenos came for the hunt, and they had hunted mortals in this wilderness.

Now the Primarchs hunted in the wilderness, like two unstoppable storms, chasing and crushing every fleeing xenos until the wilderness was littered with corpses.

"Roar--!"

Juno flapped its wings, roaring like a hurricane and rushing straight into the sky, catching up with the alien airships that were fleeing in panic.

Wop stood on Juno's back, just raised his hand with his five fingers clenched.

In an instant, the airships were crushed into scrap metal and fell into the wilderness.

Vulkan and Ferrus simply kept him from defending the area, but he could help with the finishing touches.

Chapter 176 Haha, looks familiar? (5K)

"Victory! We have won!"

"Sons of Prometheus! They saved us!"

"Volkan! Volkan!"

"Ferus! Ferrus!"

Cheers swept across the entire city like a wave. People shouted the names of heroes in joy and waved their blood-stained swords and spears to celebrate this hard-earned victory!

"It's not over yet." Vukan's whisper was drowned out by the noise of the crowd.

There are seven sanctuary cities on Nocturne, and the Dark Eldar are never satisfied with the blood of just one city.

They are like hungry wolves, drinking their fill of mortal suffering with every attack.

Hesiod simply happened to be located adjacent to a Webway portal, so it took the brunt of the attack, but six other cities were also in imminent danger and they had to rush to their aid.

Ferrus touched his brother's shoulder. "Let them celebrate. They need comfort."

The people of Nocturne have been suppressed for too long. This victory is like a long-awaited rain after a long drought.

Ferrus knew Vulcan's character too well; his heart always mourned for the suffering.

He would be happy for every life he saved, but would also be sad for every soul he lost.

Vukan nodded slightly. "This is their time. We should set off. Father is waiting for us."

The two giants tried to leave quietly, but still pulled at the heartstrings of the crowd.

The cheers stopped abruptly.

Vukan's deep voice was like a resounding bell. "Countless compatriots on Nocturne are still struggling in misery. Our mission is not yet complete!"

Ferrus' voice boomed like thunder. "Celebrate with all your heart, my compatriots! Let the joy of victory continue. Do not shed tears for the journey, for we will return victorious!"

Gabriel raised the captured Clive broadsword high, "Take us with you, my lord, please let me go!"

Vukan shook his head. "We can't carry that many people."

Juno's dragon's back was broad, but she only allowed her children and husband to enjoy the honor of riding it.

Under the eager gaze of thousands of people, the Primarchs turned and headed towards the wilderness.

Outside the bloodstained city wall, a raider motorcycle had been waiting for a long time.

This raider motorcycle was also their trophy. The arrogant Dark Eldar never seemed to expect that their vehicle would be captured by the enemy.

The poison crystal rifles all have genetic recognition, but these vehicles are unusually unprotected. Perhaps the raider motorcycles originally relied on psychic recognition.

Almost all Eldar vehicles are in tune with Eldar psychic powers, allowing the driver to control them with thought alone, a talent that other races cannot match.

But the Dark Eldar cannot use psychic energy, so they may have taken the initiative to strip the motorcycle of its psychic recognition, which makes it easier for outsiders.

The other Primarchs might have envied him, but neither Vulkan nor Ferrus had any intention of riding a motorcycle across the battlefield.

These anti-gravity motorcycles are just their means of transportation to other cities.

However, before rushing to the aid of other city-states, they must first turn to the Death Volcano.

……

"Father."

Vulkan landed his anti-gravity motorcycle steadily on the open ground and walked quickly towards his parents who were guarding the Webway portal.

Ferrus: "Father, how is it going?"

Wop: "Juno asked the fire dragon in the volcano, and after multiple verifications, it was confirmed that the Dark Eldar invaded through this portal. They split into four directions when they left the volcano, and at least three more cities will be attacked."

Juno, who was gnawing on the fire dragon meat, raised his dragon head slightly and let out a dragon roar from his throat.

These fire dragons are all volunteers.

Vulkan stared at the Webway portal, his eyes burning with cold fury.

The suffering of Nocturne is by no means an isolated case; such scenes are happening all over the Milky Way right now!

One day he would lead his legions into Comoros and completely crush these alien scum who took pleasure in torture!

Ferrus stared into his brother's crimson eyes, which were burning with rage, and said solemnly, "When that day comes, I won't let you fight alone!"

He knew his brother too well, not to mention that the same anger was burning in his heart at this moment.