"Your flamer isn't even as good as the wind blowing down Nocturne's volcanoes."
Vulkan made no attempt to conceal his contempt for the enemy. How could this ramshackle equipment possibly stand against his Legion?
Yet a host of superhuman angels skilled in forging were being destroyed by this junk. Was the world always like this?
They were close enough now. The green, enormous, terrifyingly muscular warrior swung his hammer.
As they closed on each other, Vulkan saw the Ork psyker power flowing over the giant hammer. It was beautiful, like diamonds buried deep underground, like stars from the heavens plated onto its surface.
Its "Disintegration Field" was terrifying. Vulkan pressed the button.
Melta fire gushed from his warhammer. A wind of death suddenly rose as the two hammers collided. Vulkan's mastercrafted melta blast destroyed part of the enemy's hammer outright, and Destruction Tremor passed through the breach, crashing into its curved armor plate like a meteor.
An enormous chunk was smashed off the entire Mek. The Titan-class machine lost great swaths of plating, even exposing the bodies of numerous Gretchin mechanics.
The impact had burst their flesh apart, turning them into slowly flowing mushroom paste.
The giant hammer had sunk too deep. Vulkan smelled something pungent.
An instant later, a violent explosion engulfed everything. Vulkan's hammer blow had punched through the flamer's fuel tank. The volatile fuel fermented from poisonous mushrooms contacted the Disintegration Field and rapidly ignited and exploded.
Both Primarch and Mek were coated in crimson flame. Explosions echoed in Vulkan's ears, but neither combatant paused.
The Weirdboss thought it looked incredibly cool now! Explosively cool!
"Bang~~~"
The Mek's outermost layer exploded.
What do you know? This is humie... humie what, again? Reactive Armor! Explosive, blasting counterattack armor!
The Ork lifted Vulkan with powerful psyker power, attempting to