Ork was wound tight with nerves.
After relief workers from Charadon like them arrived at the designated asteroid base, The Void shook again.
That cut their asteroid base off from the outside world, and even the transport tracks collapsed.
According to the Tech-Priest, a nearby Blackstone Fortress had malfunctioned and affected them.
Fortunately, the blackstone field had not failed completely. The engineering team would soon be able to repair it, restore contact with this asteroid base, and fix the transport route.
The people on the asteroid base also began repair work, restoring the relevant power systems and shielding fields to deal with any possible threat from Chaos.
Engineering personnel like Ork were assigned search duties, heading to the nearby drifting ruins to look for usable mechanical parts.
That area of ruins had long since been swept clean, so there was not much risk.
Yet he had only just arrived when he ran into a black monster almost four meters tall.
"Monster, hurry—hurry and stop!" Ork was so frightened he could barely get the words out, and even the hand holding his gun was shaking.
The aura that monster gave off was far too terrifying, far more frightening than the living xenos and heretic targets he had seen before in militia training.
With every step the other party took closer, that dreadful presence grew stronger, like an invisible hand clenching around his heart.
"Human!"
After the black monster saw Ork, his originally muddled eyes lit up at once, and he grew even more excited. His steps quickened.
That was Vulkan.
His mind had already been close to collapse. The Emperor fallen, the Imperium destroyed, and even humanity gone—no one could easily face such a horrific ending, and the Lord of the Salamanders was no exception.
Yet just as he was about