Sorry! Salamanders Cannot Be Killed!

Nocturne.

As a binary star system, its massive Nocturne Prometheus orbits Nocturne irregularly, creating immense tectonic gravity. This triggered a massive chain of volcanoes and frequent earthquakes, virtually destroying everything that people on the planet could build.

Dead Fire Mountains.

This is a massive mountain range on the surface of Nocturne, the heart of this world, its lifeline.

As the largest and deadliest volcano on the planet, this mountain holds profound sacred significance for the local inhabitants and the Salamanders Legion.

Its crater and numerous lava pits and caves were used for recruit selection and promotion ceremonies, and were also the greatest threat to the continuation of life on Nocturne.

The Deadfire Mountains, a spiritual symbol of the Salamanders, are more than just that. Deep within its vast caverns lies the solemn funeral rite of sending the fallen of the Chapter back up the mountain to be consumed by lava. This ritual of "burial and ascension" involves tying the victim to a massive, Ceramite- coated pyre before placing them into the lava flow.

Rumors suggest that beneath the rugged peaks lies an even larger expanse of caves, tunnels, and grottoes, dating back to before the Vulkan era.

No explorer or scholar has been able to map out the entirety of this underground labyrinth, but many insist that it holds secrets.

Take, for example, the hooded mystery who appeared before Primarch Vulkan without anyone noticing.

"Lord of the Fire Dragons, I have been waiting for you here for a long time."

He claimed to be the incarnation of the dead fire. Although his true identity was unknown, Vulkan's intuition told him that this person's true identity was most likely related to his father, the Emperor.

Shortly after the Warp Storm began, the Salamanders were rushing back to rescue their home Nocturne, which was under attack by an unknown pointed-eared Xenos.

The Salamanders fleet could only struggle through the storm, hoping to complete this arduous Warp voyage by the faint light of the Astronomican.

But Vulkan sensed that he was currently on his home Nocturne, right in front of the planet's largest dead fire mountain range.

"Who are you? Are you a request from my father, or something else entirely?"

"Were the Warp Storm also caused by you? What is the purpose of all these actions?"

"No need to be impatient, Lord of the Fire Dragons."

He slowly took a few steps in front of Vulkan, revealing a huge stone platform behind him.

"This is."

On the stone platform lay a hammer comparable to the Dawnbreaker in his hand, and a talisman shaped like a compass.

These things gave him an extremely familiar feeling, allowing him to understand how to use them the moment he touched them—just like artifacts he had personally crafted. Vulkan could even sense the extra ingenuity he had put into creating these two items.

At the same time, Vulkan seemed to notice the difference—these two things had never appeared in his original memory.

It's like a memory being sealed away, and then suddenly the seal is broken.

Countless pieces of information flooded his mind the moment his hands touched the two divine artifacts.

"Terra needs your aid, Lord of the Fire Dragons. Your arrival and that of your legion will turn the tide."

"The outcome of the War of the Webway will determine the fate of all of us."

At that moment, Vulkan seemed to see everything that had happened in the past.

Lorgar, who shattered the Webway during the enticement, led the Adeptus Custodes, the Adeptus Mechanicus, and the Sisters of Silence in a difficult defense against the enemy's attack. The Adeptus Custodes Guard's Protector of the People, and...

And what consequences they will inevitably face if they fail—

If Vulkan were absent from the War of the Webway at this moment, the Adeptus Custodes would be defeated, and the Emperor, sitting on the Golden Throne, would have no choice but to take action. While rescuing everyone, he would also completely seal the Webway Gate beneath the throne, causing humanity's last plan for revival to fail.

We need you.

Before Vulkan could ask any more questions, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him as the one who claimed to be the embodiment of death spoke.

In the midst of the dizzying spin, everything became blurred and indistinct.

"My lord? My lord!"

In a daze, Vulkan sensed the calls of others.

Those were his three legionary guards, calling his name in front of the main bridge control room.

On his way back to Nocturne, just as he was crossing the raging storm of the Warp, Vulkan fell into a deep dream during the warp, lost consciousness and collapsed for about half a minute.

"Wait a moment."

Vulkan stood up with some difficulty and looked at his hands.

In his left hand, he clutched an artifact he had encountered in a dream: a small compass-shaped dial.

Seven Hammers Charm

At this moment, only Vulkan knows the true name of the flagship.

"Where are we now?"

Vulkan glanced briefly at the watch in his hand, then solemnly tucked the seemingly insignificant but actually powerful artifact into his pocket.

"Reporting to you, sir, we have arrived at Nocturne, but there are no signs of battle with the Eldar on the planet's surface. The Star Language inscription may have been altered!"

"We must thoroughly investigate the perpetrators of this crime!"

"No, Atok. Now is not the time. We have more important things to accomplish."

"Go and bring all those things out. We're about to have a big battle to fight."

Those things!?

Upon hearing Vulkan's command, the Primarch's Primarch guards, wielding the Dragonblade, were filled with fervor and had no way to refuse.

After such a long period of silence, are we finally going to deploy those ancient technologies that have been almost forgotten to the next battlefield?

It was a fully armed suit of armor, handcrafted by the most skilled artisans on Nocturne, and secret weapons made from ancient technologies from the Dark Age of Technology, which could only be unearthed now.

The process of calling the driver and completing the equipment setup was not slow.

After all, they were also looking forward to the Astartes piloting these secret weapons actually going to the battlefield.

Soon, the Terminator armor, with its extremely thick and oversized shoulder protection, as powerful as a miniature Titan, was at Vulkan's command.

Although the Salamanders Legion's combat strength is not among the top of the major legions, with the assistance of these dark technologies, the terrifying power unleashed by tens of thousands of Space Marine is not something that ordinary forces can withstand.

"With these things in hand, we're heading to the Deadfire Mountains."

Vulkan nodded and said.

Guided by the power of the Seven Hammers Charm, Vulkan successfully opened the portal to the Webway on the Nocturne. He then used its power to lead his fully armed Salamander into the portal and successfully traveled through the Webway to reach the Miracle City, where the Emperor Guard was located.

What they saw before them was even more unbelievable—in this ancient Xenos creation space, which was filled with strange and grotesque gaps beyond human understanding of time and space, one ugly and bizarre demon after another was constantly emerging.

Even more unimaginable is that he, who was once Primarch's brother, would stand among that group of hideous and bizarre demonic Xenos, unleashing bolts of Psychic Lightning at the Emperor's Adeptus Custodes, the Sisters of Silence, and the Titan Legion.

Is this really his brother?

"Assist the Adeptus Custodes Guards in defending the city!"

"Kill those demonic Xenos!"

"Magnus Magnus, leave him to me!"

Without hesitation, Vulkan charged toward Magnus in the enemy ranks, surrounded by numerous Salamanders Legion warriors.

His arrival came at just the right time, precisely when the Emperor was most eagerly awaiting the Primarch and Legion.

On the one hand, there are many fire-wielding experts among the Salamanders.

Flames are a powerful weapon capable of scorching demons. Even without the enhancement of Psychic Power, the high-energy flames emitted by the flamethrower still have a significant scorching effect on demons.

It can be said that, besides the retractable spear, it is another divine weapon for dealing with demons.

Among the current legions, apart from the Word Bearers who were brutally defeated after their defection, only the Salamanders Legion is currently capable of engaging in combat with a large number of firearms.

As for other weapons, Vulkan, having received guidance, naturally understood the critical importance of this battle.

He brought out all his most treasured possessions.

Not only firearms, but the Salamanders, arriving at the War of the Webway in their full glory, also brought with them secret weapons that they had once hidden deep in their warehouse.

Even the mighty Khorne Daemons had no power to fight against the enormous Terminator mech that was comparable to a miniature Titan.

Saturnine Terminator.

They are wider and taller than standard Legion Power Armour and are equipped with an additional exoskeleton frame to which sloping reinforced armor plates are attached.

Twin-barreled heavy disintegration cannons, particle shredders, and plasma bombardment cannons are different from those weak Bolter shells.

Their firepower was sufficient to shatter large swathes of demonic troops, even with the Ranged Damage Reduction. Under the firepower of additional weapon systems mounted on the left and right hands and the back and shoulders of the Terminator, several round, empty spaces, reduced to ashes, quickly appeared at one end of the battlefield, where the demonic horde had been packed together.

As for defensive capabilities, the Terminator armor is not only known for its tough exterior structure, but it is also equipped with a thermal diffraction field that can disperse incoming energy and is said to make the user immune to most forms of firepower.

Combining offense and defense, if ordinary Astartes warriors are infantry, Terminator is heavy infantry.

Their Saturnine Terminator, equipped with a shield system, could easily be considered a tank.

Highest! Largest! Strongest!

It's also the greenest!

Not only did the Saturnine Terminator shine on the battlefield for the first time, but the Saturnine Dreadnought, the same model as the Salamanders Dreadnought, was also incredibly powerful.

It is said that only Legion warriors with extraordinary willpower, focus, and discipline can successfully pilot the Saturn-type Dreadnought or Terminator.

There are also rumors that pilots need to possess a certain level of Psychic Power talent in order to unleash the full potential of the armor.

Under the overwhelming force of the weapons, which resembled the arrival of Titans, the demon army, which had just prepared to launch a counterattack against the humans in the Webway, was instantly suppressed again by the flames and artillery fire from the Salamanders reinforcements.

How frustrating!

With spears and flames clashing, even the most powerful demon could not possibly break through this encirclement of fire.

On the other hand, only the kind-hearted Lord of the Fire Dragons could still gain the Emperor's trust during this turbulent time.

Only he could risk his life to stop Magnus's madness.

"Vulkan, brother! I did not want to kill each other."

Seeing the Salamanders, a fresh force, join the battlefield and turn the tide, Magnus seemed to reveal a hint of regret in his eyes, which were shrouded in strange fluctuations.

Fratricide is never something to celebrate, especially since the Salamanders's relationship with him wasn't bad; the opposing legion's Psychic Power Librarian had even argued for him at the Council of Nicaea.

However, the situation is somewhat unfavorable for the Demon Alliance.

The advantage brought by the newly arrived Tzeentch army was quickly wiped out by the Emperor's Salamanders legions.

At this moment, because the power of the Dark Gods is not as great as before, they are unable to cover the entire galaxy with Warp Storm for years as they used to.

Having lost their advantage of time, the Dark Gods must now channel their power elsewhere to ensure that the final Emperor can complete the ascension ritual of the Dark King.

While the Webway is indeed crucial, once the Accursed ascends to godhood and becomes the Dark King, allowing Terra to unleash another Eye of Terror, what need is there to worry about the Webway?

After careful consideration, the Webway Project was chosen as an alternative to the Dark Gods, and the number of Unliving deployed was very limited.

I'm short on cash this time, so I have to be careful with my spending.

The burden of the War of the Webway fell on the shoulders of Magnus had only recently ascended to demonhood.

"Magnus, how did you end up like this?"

Vulkan frowned. There was nothing left to talk about with his brother, who had been tainted by too much evil witchcraft.

Why did I become like this?

In fact, after Lorgar exposed the Webway, the Emperor also sought out Magnus to discuss his plans.

Through his Psychic Power, he showed Magnus the bright future he could have had, and could still have if he looked back now: physical sanctification and a seat on Golden Throne, and an immortal soul to travel the Ocean of Souls with his father.

Together, the magical ponies roam freely and joyfully in the Empyrean.

As for his Legion Emperor, he believed that since they were able to carry out the ritual to destroy the Webway under the instigation of the evil god, it meant that Thousand Sons had fallen too deep and could not be saved.

The only option is to eliminate them all and replace them with a new army that is "physically perfect, with indestructible iron fists and an impenetrable spirit."

"But I declined his invitation."

Magnus refused, stating that only the most ruthless tyrant would make such a proposal. Perhaps in his heart, even the future of all humanity was less important than his twisted sons.

Vulkan: "Really, Magnus? You're not even willing to give up your cursed offspring?"

Magnus: "If it were you, would you abandon them?"

Vulkan shook his head. "Not a single one."

Magnus smiled for a moment, then erupted in fury. "Neither will I!!!"

Magnus, full of justice—

Okay, I can't make this up anymore.

The above dialogue exists only in the illusion that Tzeentch created for Magnus.

In fact, he never righteously rejected the Emperor.

He didn't even ask for your opinion, because you wouldn't succeed no matter what you did.

Even the Emperor doesn't love you.

"Not one can be left behind!"

"That's right!!!"

"Not one can be left behind!!!"

Vulkan said nothing.

He simply looked with a somber expression at the brother who had been acting erratically and shouting "Not one less!"

Clown.

This was the only word that Vulkan reluctantly uttered, but which came to mind.

Magnus had long since crossed the line of redemption—the power of Chaos distorted his memory-starved mind, weaving illusions into his subconscious that everything was the Emperor's fault, that the Emperor's ruthlessness had driven him to rebellion.

What he saw was merely Lord of Change wanted him to see within the Crystal Labyrinth.

"No, I will not back down, nor will I choose to believe you and your despicable master because of your ugly change."

"Vulkan murmured, the power of the Thunder Hammer of Dawnbreaker in his hand not diminished by the old bond between brothers."

With tremendous impact and speed, the heavy hammer slammed towards the opponent's front as soon as he spoke!

"Very well, Vulkan, since you are determined to choose death, then I will grant your wish."

In terms of numerical strength, Vulkan might be considered the most powerful being among the Primarch.

Unfortunately, this world is a world where Psychic Power are superior, especially since the other party is Primarch blessed by the Lord of Change.

Especially when the battle was so intense that Sisters of Silence had no time to reach the scene of the fighting,

Under the alternating bombardment and tearing of the opponent's Psychic Power, Vulkan struggled to his knees and collapsed to the ground.

"It's over, brother."

Click.

In the next instant, under the immense sorcery power unleashed by the Magnus the Red, the head of the Salamanders Primarch Vulkan exploded and shattered into pieces, while his tall body, decapitated, collapsed heavily in the center of the battlefield.

He collapsed in full view of everyone.

"No!"

"Quickly retrieve the Primarch's corpse!!"

A roar of boundless rage suddenly erupted from the Salamanders Legion—the great Primarch had actually been crushed like a toy in the hands of that traitor?

How is that possible!

—That's impossible, of course.

"Wait!"

"The Primarch is still active! His body hasn't completely collapsed!"

Almost the instant Magnus thought he had killed Vulkan, the headless corpse that had fallen stood up again, raising its giant hammer as if nothing had happened, assuming a fighting stance.

It's as if losing his brain has no effect on Vulkan's actions!

"You--?"

With a ripple, the flesh and blood re-coagulated above Vulkan's neck, reshaping the head and body of the Lord of the Fire Dragons once again!

(Senior Sister Fei: 666, this one is Gui)

Vulkan stood up again, faced Magnus who was filled with terror and disbelief, and once again raised the giant hammer in his hand and slammed it down on him.

Feel sorry!

Salamanders are unkillable!

The power of the Perpetual grants Vulkan an endless number of opportunities for rebirth.

He can make countless mistakes, but Magnus cannot afford to make even one.

Otherwise, the teleporter called "Dawnbreaker" would smash into his face.

But Magnus will not give him that chance.

In yet another teleportation, he created enough distance between himself and his opponent.

The two sides are now locked in a strange stalemate.

Even if it is reduced to bones by the Psychic Power, Vulkan will not fall.

Although he couldn't kill the Ascended Primarch, Vulkan's presence could greatly limit Magnus's Psychic Power.

In the War of the Webway, humanity finally withstood the impact of Chaos.

However, what no one knows is that there was an even more important reason why the Emperor had planned to bring the Salamanders from his home planet in advance.

Fei Wutou's head is still intact, so he can no longer pull the Legion of the Damned.

The Cygnus System.

Sanguinius, who initially received the assignment from Imperium Warmaster Fulgrim, actually had no objection to the location.

As a legion that has made outstanding contributions in the Great Crusade, the strength of the Blood Angels is evident to all.

Under the guidance of the powerful and beautiful Primarch Sanguinius, the former Grave Wardens Legion has now become the Imperium's sharpest blade—though still just as insane as before—but fortunately, their combat prowess and battle intelligence have been greatly enhanced.

If it weren't for her own unwillingness to participate in the competition for the title of Warmaster, according to the opinions of many Imperium bureaucrats, Sanguinius was actually more suitable to be the Imperium Warmaster than Fulgrim.

Is this really some kind of secret?

Shortly after being sent to this remote star system, Sanguinius sensed something amiss – just like Nuceria before him, the entire system had been corrupted and devoured by some kind of Warp Daemon creature, led by a Grand Keeper of Secrets who called himself the Khorgoth the Twisted.

Through prior ambush and surprise attack, they succeeded—

They were scattered and fled by the Angel.

Having already witnessed the bizarre nature of this demonic creature in Nuceria, Sanguinius, fueled by her deep-seated rage, nearly sent the demon back to the Warp on the spot.

As for its demon army, it had long been decimated by the fanatical Blood Angels.

Faced with Sanguinius's near-invincible fighting prowess, even the Magnus the Red had no choice but to call for reinforcements.

As for the guy he hailed, there's no need for further introduction.

An old acquaintance of the Blood Angels.

"Kabanhah, it's you again!"

Sanguinius was all too familiar with this scarlet demon.

As for his evaluation, it was extremely poor among the Blood Angels.

This ugly fellow still refuses to give up on their beautiful mother, coming back again and again after being rejected!

Have.

There are cows!!!

"One isn't enough, now there are two demons, right?"

Despite her gentle smile, Sanguinius's perfect face appeared as a sign of suppressed rage to Kabanhah, who knew her well.

So furious. So beautiful.

It's hard to imagine what it would be like if, in a real battle, the opponent's spear, brimming with rage yet remarkably restrained, were relentlessly attacking it while the opponent hurled insults and lashed it with all their might.

Ah~

Although Kabanhah was unwilling to admit it, it seemed to be quite fascinated by Sanguinius.

—I want her to pin me to the ground and beat me up.