Vulkan laughed heartily, and his sons were swept up by his enthusiasm, laughing along to their father's rhythm as they pulled out the flamethrowers they had forged in the furnaces and joined forces to carry out a grand barbecue.
Flames surged, condensed, and rose, actually merging into one, like a grotesque monster moving according to Vulkan's will as it slaughtered Orks and Tyranids to its heart's content.
At the sight, the Primarch brothers grew even more worried.
Not only was Vulkan mentally ill, but even his Warp essence had begun to be contaminated by Ork Waaagh! energy. If this went on long enough, the Imperium's armies would gain a legion that behaved like Orks!
Suddenly, several disdainful laughs rang through the scorching air. Then a mass of green flame blocked Vulkan's Fire Dragon's Wow. The two blazing fires collided evenly, and for the moment, neither side appeared to hold the advantage.
Lin Fan, standing above, focused his gaze and cried out in surprise.
"Is that—!"
Tzeentch was quite pleased by Lin Fan's reaction. She rubbed her palms together like a fly that loved cleanliness.
"You prepared so many surprises for me. It's time I showed you the gift I made..."
Tzeentch let out a shout and slammed her palm onto the table. Then the vast, tangled battlefield changed. Dozens of rays of light descended from the chaotic sky, suppressing every roar and attack.
This forced performance added a touch of entertainment to a battlefield littered with countless dead and wounded, perfectly reflecting the Chaos God's most fundamental desire to watch the fun.
To the driving rhythm of heavy metal rock, the concealing mist dispersed, revealing several ultimate lifeforms that made the Emperor's vision go dark and sent the Primarchs' blood pressure soaring.
"Wahahahaha! You runt really got some skills, but