Vulkan's actions once again demonstrated why he was considered the greatest smith among the primarchs.
He first walked to the rock wall of the gorge and swung his massive hammer against it. The hard black stone shattered and collapsed before him like tofu.
Vulkan merely swept his eyes over the rubble, then calmly selected several enormous chunks of ore containing veins of unusual metal.
The Lord of Drakes directly lifted ores the size of vehicles and carried them back to the clearing.
Seeing this, the primarchs stopped standing around foolishly and joined in moving the materials.
Next, Vulkan dragged over several enormous metal support beams and pipes salvaged from the laboratory ruins, piling the ore, metal beams, heavily damaged Thunderhawk components, spare energy cells, and parts taken from the laboratory together.
He activated the small plasma furnace again. Blue-white flames flared to life, and waves of searing heat surged outward.
Vulkan paid it no mind. He tossed the ore, metal beams, and damaged Thunderhawk parts into the furnace all at once.
This time, he no longer relied solely on the furnace. Instead, he thrust both hands directly into plasma flames hot enough to melt steel.
"Vulkan!"
Leman Russ suddenly roared, trying to stop his brother from mutilating himself.
However, Vulkan turned back and gave the Wolf King a confident smile.
Vulkan's palms instantly became like red-hot branding irons, as though lava flowed beneath his skin.
He stirred and kneaded the molten metal with his bare hands, extracting the essence from the ore before forcibly fusing different metals together.
While smelting the new materials, the Lord of Drakes repaired the Thunderhawk's main frame.
He directly welded and reshaped the broken wing joints with molten new alloy. He bent the cracked engine casings back into place with his bare hands, slapped molten