The dragon sprang into the air and left Nocturne at astonishing speed.
The instant his enormous body lifted off, he unleashed a blast of air powerful enough to strip a layer from the ground.
Nocturne's surface cracked beneath the dragon's kick, forming a depression hundreds of kilometers across.
All seven dragon heads rose at once, fourteen eyes burning with green fire gleaming sickly in the darkness.
The dragon spread his wing membranes, blotting out the sky. Each beat whipped up savage hurricanes that shredded the clouds below.
Vulkan no longer wanted to waste time fighting Curze. They would have plenty of chances to clash again, but this was his only chance to destroy Lorgar's corpse.
He had already wasted far too much time on that coward who knew only how to hide in the shadows. Now it was time to complete his mission.
The dragon flew at incredible speed, his immense body cutting through the vacuum like a green meteor, trailing a long wake as he hurtled straight toward Colchis.
The Imperial Fleet in orbit was the first to detect the threat.
Wave Cannons thundered, their energy beams streaking silently through the vacuum, aimed precisely at the dragon's body.
The Imperial Fleet unleashed its salvos in unison. Tens of thousands of Macro-cannon shells rained down on Vulkan, weaving a dense web of fire through the dark of space.
Yet the Macro-cannon shells and Wave Cannon beams decayed under Nurgle's power the instant they drew near the dragon.
The shells' casings began to rust, flake, and disintegrate in flight. The moment the explosives inside touched Nurgle's aura, they became inert, reduced to useless waste.
The energy beams began to weaken, twist, and change color as they approached the dragon. Their searing golden light turned a sickly green, then dissipated completely just