Chapter 69 Vulcan - Lord of the Fire Dragon
Chapter 68 Vulkan - Lord of Fire Dragon (asking for first order, monthly ticket)
"This is really a beautiful place."
Kano admired himself a little, he could still keep a sense of humor in such a harsh environment.
He was standing in the cabin of the Stormbird, his left hand firmly grasping the gravity net above his head, and half of his body was sticking out from the open cabin door.
The whole world was shrouded in flames, and the earth was black and red. Black represents the solidified magma, and red represents the part that has not yet solidified in the hot state.
The light of the stars was completely obscured by the lead-gray volcanic ash.
But even so.
Some dim lights can still be seen in the sky.
Those lights look like inconspicuous fireflies at first glance, but they actually represent the beacon of human civilization.
Even in the harsh environment of Atum.
Humans still stubbornly take root here, establish military bases, and necessary communication facilities.
This is a beacon of darkness. Once the war spreads to the Talas galaxy along the dark route, the human army stationed on Atum can buy precious time for other planets in the galaxy.
In Kano's eyes, the galaxy is so vast.
But it is incredible that war can fill it up.
Boom!
A strong hurricane hit.
The hot volcanic ash choked Kano's face, and he was glad that his breathing grille was not blocked by dust.
The violent airflow hit the Stormbird, and for a moment Kano felt that he was in free fall. Then the engine gathered energy again, and the pilot regained control of the body.
"The threat brought to us by this world is no less than those greenskins."
Kano frowned and said.
"Then let them try." A ferocious voice like a madman came from behind Kano.
That was Amit, the captain of the fifth company.
He was wearing blood-stained Terminator armor, which was full of dense bullet holes and scratches left by various melee weapons.
He was not wearing a helmet, and the expression on his face was between the ferocity of a butcher and the elegance of a killer. In Kano's judgment, Amit must be one of the most dangerous people in the Ninth Legion.
Fortunately, they are comrades.
It must be a terrible thing to be enemies with such a monster.
Boom!
Another hurricane hit.
The Storm Bird, which had finally stabilized, lost its balance again, and its body shook violently.
The left wing was raised upward, as if it was going to do a 360-degree flip in the air.
At the other end of the volcano.
The central mouth of the volcano was erupting wildly.
Almost a quarter of the top of the mountain was blown away, and huge volcanic debris roared down to the plain below.
A huge molten rock like a meteorite flew towards the Storm Bird. Even the most skilled pilot could not avoid it in such a bad scene.
Bang!
A violent vibration came from under his feet.
Kano heard the sound of something colliding and cracking, and the engine was instantly overloaded, and a lot of thick smoke came out of the damaged cabin below.
"The servo system has lost control!"
Zizi!
The pilot's voice rang out in the cabin, full of despair and urgency, "We have lost all visibility, we are falling!"
The sky was full of flying volcanic ash, and the burning gas engulfed the Stormbird.
Debris fell from all directions, and ashes hit the cabin like hail, making dense noises.
At a certain moment.
Kano saw a huge wave of magma tens of meters high tearing through the thick fog, whistling past at a speed of more than hundreds of kilometers per hour, destroying all obstacles along the way.
The whole world was wrapped in red and gray.
Continuous muffled sounds came through the burning clouds in front of him.
The red earth rapidly enlarged in the dizzy sky and the earth. Kano saw Amit walking quickly past him, and then jumped down from the open door of the Stormbird without hesitation.
Kano was shocked by such a crazy move, but he had no other choice at this time.
He could only grit his teeth.
After selecting an open landing point, he followed closely.
Bang!
When his legs touched the solid ground, Kano finally let go of his heart.
He fell from a height of about 50 to 60 meters.
This height is not fatal to the Space Marines. The real fatal thing is to fall headfirst into the magma lake.
Even if they are wearing fully armed power armor, they cannot last too long in the magma of thousands of degrees. The fatal high temperature will suffocate the Space Marines into delicious canned meat.
Amit must like it--
Kano thought in his heart.
Because of the coincidence of encountering the scene of the warrior's blood thirst, Kano is now considered a "core" member of the Ninth Legion.
He knows that the original Ninth Legion soldiers have a tradition of enjoying corpses.
And the history is long.
Amit and Azkelon are both representative figures.
After the angels returned to the Legion, this inheritance was not completely eliminated.
It was just transferred from the open to the dark. The corpse feast still exists in the Legion, but it has become a secret that will not be actively talked about.
Kano landed on a towering conical volcano.
It stood on a molten lava, the boiling magma flashed with dazzling fire, and the golden river flowed through the ancient shadows.
The initial slope of this huge volcano was extremely steep, but when it reached the halfway point where Kano was, the terrain suddenly became gentle.
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The flank here is extremely open, and there is basically no trace of magma flow.
Even a new recruit like Kano can tell.
This place is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and one man can block the pass.
It is suitable for building a fortress.
In fact, the angels have the same plan.
The first batch of heavy armored troops have been placed on the hillside by a heavy transport ship, and the rest of the storm birds are approaching from different angles.
Their engines roared, allowing them to fight against the harsh local natural environment and land as smoothly as possible.
Boom!
Kano heard the violent sound of the explosion.
He looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the storm bird he had just ridden was being engulfed by the rolling magma.
A large number of bubbles rolled up, and Kano's mood suddenly became gloomy when he remembered the desperate wail of the pilot when the storm bird crashed.
Until now.
He didn't even know if his companions escaped from the cabin before the crash.
The harsh natural environment did not stop the determination and will of the 9th and 18th Legions to conquer the world and resist the orcs.
More airships arrived one by one, and a large number of shadows appeared above Kano's head, their shapes were different.
The roar of overloaded engines was everywhere, and flames fell on the black earth.
Boom!
The volcano erupted again.
The visibility around dropped to zero, and the full battlefield perception system on Kano's helmet screen showed a dazzling red.
The surrounding environment became increasingly hot and unbearable. Kano felt like a shrimp trapped in a can, and he would soon be able to open the lid and enjoy it.
But even in such a harsh environment.
In front of Kano, the towering fortress walls were built at an astonishing speed, and thick black gun barrels extended outward from the reserved shooting holes with a daunting momentum. Kano's ears were filled with static electricity and intermittent shouting on the communication channel.
As the ground continued to shake and bulge, Kano felt that the wall in front of him might collapse at any time.
But it didn't.
When Kano put his fingers on the hot steel.
He could feel its solidity and the determination of every soldier in the legion.
Finally, when the dim day of Atum was replaced by an even darker night, all aspects of the fortress were ready.
But the soldiers of the 18th Legion would continue to reinforce the fortress before the orcs arrived.
The soldiers of the 18th Legion were not like the 9th Legion who only knew how to chop people. They were not only strong warriors, but also extremely good craftsmen.
Legend has it that the bolters and power swords they used were all made by themselves with hammers. This craftsmanship is really admirable and can play a big role in the complex battlefield environment.
Most of the soldiers stayed in the fortress to make final preparations for the upcoming war.
However, Archangel Sanguinius, Chief Commander of the Holy Blood Guard Azkelon, Captain of the Fifth Company Amit, and Vaughn and Nomin of the 18th Legion were discussing something outside the fortress.
What surprised Kano was that Radoron, the chief captain, was not here at the moment.
When Kano came over.
Archangel and others were discussing the name of the fortress.
"Let's call it Dragon Blood." The Archangel looked at the lake formed by the magma in the distance and said softly: "If we can win this war, it will become a monument."
"A monument to commemorate the friendship between the two legions."
Vaughn said in a deep voice: "We will be honored for this if we can survive."
Buzz!
A small assault boat descended with the roar of the engine.
The hatch opened, and Radoron took the lead to walk out of the cabin flashing red light, followed by more than a dozen mortal commanders.
"Archangel, I have brought people here." Radoron nodded.
"You're just wasting time."
Amit frowned and said, "These mortals have already used up all their energy just to live here.
Bringing them here will only cause us more trouble."
"Amit!"
The angel's soft voice sounded, "Please don't be so rude to our comrades."
She patted Amit's shoulder to calm her offspring's emotions, then came to the mortal officer and bowed slightly, saying, "Thank you for coming here to help us."
The angel's actions were natural.
Her humility came from the bottom of her heart, and her gratitude was beyond words.
A living Primarch appeared in front of them, with such a humble and polite attitude.
The mortal officers seemed a little at a loss, and the speech they had repeated dozens of times in their hearts was thrown out of the window, and they had no idea what to say at this time.
It was Radolon who took the initiative to help them out: "These commanders of the Imperial Army have been stationed on Atum for at least ten years. They are very familiar with the environment here. With their help, we can take advantage of the terrain in the next war."
"Every volcano here is like my wife."
One of them, a dark-faced veteran with gray temples, hesitated and said: "I know their nature well, I can clearly judge the time and scale of each volcanic eruption, and there have never been any mistakes in decades. "
"If what you say is true, the harsh environment of Atum will become an excellent weapon for us to defeat the orcs." A look of joy appeared on the angel's face, "You will play a key role in this war. "
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"We just hope to survive this war."
The mortal officer sighed slightly, "Only the living victories can be remembered."
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On the other side of the starry sky.
Nocturne, the ancient world of death.
The earth groaned under the shadow of the volcano, and the huge volcano woke up from its shallow dream.
The whole world trembled because of His awakening, and huge cracks thousands of meters wide appeared on the plains.
The flesh and blood of the earth was exposed, and the pulse of the Nocturne stars reflected them red.
Pale yellow sulfur clouds floated over the plains, and the boundless sea of ash lit up red in the night.
A tall giant appears in the dilapidated town.
His complexion was dark, and he only wore a simple dark green leather jacket.
Large pieces of strong and powerful muscles were exposed. His body seemed to be hotter than the rolling magma not far away, and the surrounding air was naturally distorted by his appearance.
He walked straight towards the giant obelisk that stood in the center of the town, letting the scalding heat waves and flames beat on him.
Huge basalt rocks tower into the air dozens of meters high.
But its foundation in the ground is more complicated. Vulkan carved the stele and buried it in the land of Nocturne himself.
This stone monument has stood here for several natural reincarnations.
It is a beacon on the steppe and a shadow pointing to the fire of death, where the ashes of countless warriors are buried.
"It's been too long."
Vulgan said calmly: "Since I left you last time, I have been working hard. I have changed, Nocturne Starry Night has changed, it has changed too much. Our people are now more important than ever. Everything is safer. The Dark Eldar that harassed us were eliminated by me, and the whole world was wrapped in a shield from outside. "
“In Nocturne, my mission has been accomplished.
But across the galaxy, my mission has only just begun. Just like protecting Nocturne day and night, more terrifying threats are impacting humans throughout the galaxy, and other planets need our protection. The Great Crusade needs us, the Emperor needs us, and all of humanity needs us to realize its dreams. "
The Primarch thought of all the hells he had seen while following the Emperor, and he said in a low voice:
"When darkness comes, I must stand up. I have such power that I cannot stand by. I must make a place for the innocent."
The flames struck Vulcan again.
He could feel the familiar geological movements coming from Nocturne.
Violent tremors deep in the earth passed through Vulcan's flesh and reached his spine. But his steps were extremely steady, not affected by the trembling surroundings at all.
He has two fathers.
The father who raised him is dead, but another father still needs him.
"Father, I have learned what you taught me. It's time, it's time for me to join this great cause." He pursed his lips and showed a smile, "My Nocturne Star Army is ready to go. Can you tell me to go out? When is that date?"
A golden light descended from Vulkan's side.
He turned and saw a large figure walking towards him through the flames and ashes.
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