Infinite Metaverse

Chapter 717: The Final Battle of Ullanor: Numerical Disadvantage Mechanism

"boom----"

Countless laser beams, plasma beams and artillery shells exploded on the void shield, creating splashing and spreading ring-shaped waves and brilliant sparks. The Titan's battle line continued to move forward unswervingly despite the heavy bombardment of the ancient giant cluster.

The void shield wall formed by the harmonious fusion of many void shields can achieve a powerful protective capability comparable to that of a battleship-class void shield. Even facing such terrifying firepower, it will not be overloaded for a while. At the same time, the giant weapons mounted on the Titan's arms and carried on his shoulders are also roaring.

Volcano cannons, earthquake cannons, laser blast cannons, plasma incinerators, deflagration incinerators, Gatling blast cannons, Vulcan super-heavy bombs, Apocalypse missile launchers...any Titan weapons of different models, specifications and sizes that you can imagine are firing at the same time. The extreme brightness that is enough to burn the retina and the rumbling sound that is enough to break the eardrum make the human coalition soldiers at the feet of the Titan feel like the doomsday punishment has come. And the vibrations that accompany the large Titans every time they stop and fire are even more earth-shaking.

The sky changed color and the earth was shaking.

The short space of more than 50 kilometers between the human coalition and the orc army was instantly filled with lasers, plasma, and dense shells of different sizes fired by the Titan weapons of the warring parties. The air temperature of the entire battlefield rose by more than ten degrees. The hot and pungent high-temperature air was accompanied by the thick white smoke that was irritating to the eyes. The explosions and noises had long been mixed into a continuous buzzing echo. The moist and warm black soil was emitting white smoke and was constantly churning in the shock. The earth seemed to have turned into boiling water, cooking all the lives on the battlefield.

Fortunately, the accompanying soldiers at the Titan's feet were either Skitarii soldiers with highly cyberized bodies or Space Marines wrapped in power armor. Otherwise, if it were an Imperial Guard soldier, they might have completely lost their combat capability in the dazzling glare and deafening sonic boom before they even came into contact with the enemy.

The Titan units of both sides immediately targeted opponents of the same level. Most of the ancient giant's firepower was diverted by the void shield, while those fighters, bombers, helicopters and guided missiles that could penetrate the void shield were blocked and intercepted by the anti-aircraft firepower network composed of rapid-fire weapons on the shoulders of medium and small Titans. Both fighter planes and missiles turned into fireworks that frequently exploded over the battlefield.

Compared to the Titans of the Human Empire, the Ancient Giants of the Orks suffered heavy damage in the first moments of the exchange of fire. Facing the Imperial Titans, the Ancient Giants also held up bubble shields. These hemispherical translucent shields flickered with irregular energy fluctuations, like yellow-green soap bubbles, but they burst and shattered after a few seconds of concentrated fire from the Imperial Titans.

Although it is not clear what the exact principle of the bubble shield is, it may be similar to the ion shield of the Knight Mech or the atomic shield of the Dreadnought Mech, or the technician may just think that this pile of scrap metal can be assembled together to resist attacks. But in any case, the facts show that these bubble shields are obviously not enough to withstand the continuous bombardment of a large Titan cluster.

After the shields of three ancient giants were broken, they were accurately targeted by several volcano cannons. The funny and ferocious abstract orc face on the front of the cockpit of an ancient giant instantly had three burnt holes. The high-temperature laser melted the green-skinned technician boy inside into dark red molten steel, which flowed into the body of this mobile fortress through the gaps in the pipes, causing a series of failures, combustion and explosions, and soon it stopped shaking and could not operate.

A fat Bigfoot Ancient Giant was hit by a whistling City Breaker earthquake bomb on its potbelly and thick armored belly. The layers of composite steel plates could not prevent the giant shell from penetrating. The earthquake shell caused a violent explosion in the engine core. The more than 50-meter-high Ancient Giant was transformed into a giant fragmentation grenade. The shock wave carried rivets, gears, screws, steel plates and other debris in all directions, clearing a large area of ​​green skin and flesh around it in an instant.

Another ancient giant had one arm holding up a combination of a Death Cannon and a Super Gatling gun, and was madly pouring out various sizes of shells forward. The giant lever on the other arm was already impatiently waving a huge spiked ball, but a volley of dense red lasers melted the connecting joints on the arm and the iron rings and chains on the lever. The heavy gun mount and the pendulum fell down together, crushing the densely packed group of orcs around it.

The two Titan armies had just started to exchange fire when the Orc army lost seven or eight Ancient Titans, but the Greenskins' counterattack should not be underestimated. The Ancient Titans launched various types of super rockets, the number of which far exceeded the limit of the Titans' close-in defense weapons. These unguided rockets flew randomly in the sky along completely irregular trajectories and then rushed towards the human coalition forces - some even rushed towards themselves, greatly increasing the difficulty of close-in defense weapons to intercept. The rockets that passed through the void shield exploded at various locations on the Titans, causing some human Titans to be damaged or paralyzed.

Some rockets destroyed the Titan's close-in defense guns, further weakening the human coalition's air defense firepower network, which in turn allowed more Ork land-based aircraft to break through the air defense firepower and swarm in. They desperately dropped the bombs in the bomb bays, and unstable explosives such as incendiary bombs and high-explosive bombs rained down on the Titan's head, causing several Warhounds, Reavers, and Nemesis to fall to the ground. Some green-skinned fighters even accelerated wildly and crashed into the head of the human Titan, launching a suicidal kamikaze attack, which even caused a Titan to be damaged in the head and freeze in place and leave the battle line.

There is no need to elaborate on the comparison between the Void Shield Wall and the Bubble Shield. Another important reason is that the Firebee Legion knows how to combine various Titans of different sizes and firepower into complex battle lines, integrate shields and maximize firepower advantages, while the orcs' large and small ancient giants are scattered throughout the orc army and cannot form a combined force, resulting in the seven or eight ancient giants in the front row being destroyed by the Firebee Legion as soon as they entered the range.

But this is only an initial advantage in the early stages.

This battle is not a simple clash of Titans. As the battle continues, infantry, tanks and mechas will also enter the combat distance. Ullanor is the home of the orcs. They have a numerical advantage far exceeding the human coalition. Sooner or later, the human coalition will be dragged into an endless melee, chaos and battle, and this is exactly the combat mode that the orcs are best at.

As if to confirm Fu Qinghai's idea.

Among the orc army, those driving fast vehicles and small mechas have already swarmed out with howls, like a green tide that overflows the reefs and rushes onto the beach. The dense army of Ork orcs bypassed the slow-moving ancient giants and quickly rushed towards the Firebee Legion's tightly-packed Titan battle line.

The tanks and mechas of the human coalition had deliberately maintained a constant speed, hiding behind the void shield wall supported by the large Titans and advancing synchronously with the Firebee Legion. Seeing that the orc army had already rushed over all over the mountains and plains, the Martian knight mechas and Astartes tanks did not hesitate at all, and also rushed out of the coverage of the void shield wall at full speed and rushed towards the green tide in front of them.

Large Titans need protection, just like tanks need infantry protection. Void shields cannot stop these low-speed objects from passing through. If the orcs are allowed to get to the feet of the Titans, they have ten thousand ways to knock down a Titan, so the other troops of the human coalition immediately choose to attack and fight.

"House Taranis, all spearheads follow me!"

Chief Taranis blew the whistle and shouted loudly.

The first knight family of the first forging world, the Taranis heavy knight mechas with a red and cold white color scheme, stepped out of the formation one after another, serving as the sharpest spearhead of the human coalition.

"Clast family, follow me and attack!"

"The Morituri family, follow me and attack!"

Other Martian Knight families were also on the move. The fastest Knight Mechas were the first to break away from the armored torrent of the human coalition forces and rushed to the front of the line on their mechanical claws.

The knight mechs equipped with long-range weapons raised the weapons on their arms, marched forward steadily, and fired at the same time, with the secondary weapons under their shoulders and on their backs also spitting flames. The knight mechs using melee weapons were more aggressive, they raised one arm and bent it in front of their bodies, propped up the ion shield to block the rain of bullets, and the other arm wielded a spear, sword, fist or chain saw, and ran quickly with both legs, rushing into the surging green tide of orcs without hesitation.

However, at the forefront of all the human coalition forces were not these knight mechas, but a tall and majestic figure wearing green armor and holding a giant hammer. He jumped down from the shoulder of a Warlord-class Titan, and the dark green dragon skin cloak behind him spread out "whoosh", and landed steadily on the back of a Warhound-class Titan running forward. Then he knelt on one knee when he landed, and then jumped forward again, flew a long distance in the air, stepped on the ground and continued to run wildly.

Vulkan Vulkan, Lord of Fire Dragons.

Looking down from an altitude of 10,000 meters, compared to the two steel torrents about to collide, the Primarch was like a small flea jumping between the Titan and the mecha. But Fu Qinghai raised his hand and zoomed in on the image on the strategic table screen, focusing the image on Vulkan's back, for no other reason than that he also wanted to see the Primarch's heroic appearance in battle.

"Bang----"

The two steel torrents of humans and orcs collided with each other, and the scene was as expected, with mountains collapsing, people and horses falling, and blood and flesh flying everywhere... The whistle of the mecha pierced the sky, and the cross-shaped mechanical claws crushed the gravel, and the dust raised was like a yellow dragon flying into the sky. The knight mecha and the crazy King Kong collided with a loud bang, and the refined gold and plastic steel splashed out dazzling sparks, and the sound of metal deformation and bone breaking was like thunder. The blood mist rose to the sky, like thousands of scarlet flowers suddenly blooming on the battlefield.

This is the Emperor's wrath colliding with green frenzy.

At the intersection of the two torrents, a cluster of Space Marines' chariots followed closely behind the Mechanicus's spearheads. Some Orks were crushed into minced meat by tanks, their intestines entangled in the track protrusions, like scarlet ribbons hanging from the gallows. The crisp sound of the exoskeleton armor denting and cracking mixed with the angry howls of the dying Orks, turning into a distorted sound wave. The Ork motorcycle riders lit by hot melt flames and explosive rays turned into mobile torches and ran around the battlefield, bringing burning and chaos to more places.

But this did not shake the orcs' surging fighting spirit. The crowded green tide continued to surge in wave after wave. Their green skin was looming in the smoke, their hideous faces were twisted, their bulging muscles were stretched, and their fangs and mouths were roaring wildly. Modified combat trucks and killing bomb tanks "puffed" and spewed black smoke from mushroom fuel. The spikes of the "V"-shaped buckets on the front of the vehicles were strung with several undecayed heads wearing helmets, including both Space Marines and Imperial Guards.

A war boss raised a hydraulic claw and a rotating circular saw high in the air, and roared so loudly that the boys' eardrums were bleeding:

"WAAAGH! Crush the canned shrimp for me!"

The Space Marines of each Chapter responded with a low roar, not wanting to be outdone, and launched a charge against the Orks:

"For the Khan and the Emperor!"

"For Ruth and the All-Father!"

"Be worthy of the blood of Sanguinius!"

"For the glory of Macragge!"

The scream of chainswords and the roar of bolters intertwined into the hymn of the Emperor, the buzzing saw teeth crushed the iron jaws of the orks, and the eagle emblem on the magazine was hot due to the kill count. The heavy-armored terminator smashed the broken vehicles of the aliens with the thunder hammer, and the jumping bombers smashed into the core of the battlefield like meteorites.

The Ork warlord chopped down his rocket-propelled broad-bladed battleaxe, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the hull of the Dreadnought. Exploding Squigs were thrown from catapults and mortars, and the extremely acidic intestinal fluids from the methane explosion corroded the ceramic armor of the Space Marines into honeycomb-like holes.

Deep inside the Titan's cockpit, the military priest chanted binary hymns in a low voice, calibrating the weapons of the knights and the Titans synchronously, soothing the machine spirits that were agitated by the incessant firing. The clattering sounds of the gears of the mechanical vehicles and the dying groans of the chaplains merged into a requiem for the machine god.

As the battle lines intertwined, the human coalition and the orc army became indistinguishable from each other. Energy beams and the trajectories of bullets and artillery shells intertwined and shuttled in the air. Explosions and flames occurred one after another, and the two sides fell into the expected melee.

In this chaotic battlefield, there was a tall figure that particularly attracted people's attention. It was Vulcan Vulkan. He charged into the orc army alone, and swept the long-handled war hammer in his hand left and right, smashing the surrounding orcs into pieces. The Fire Dragon Lord did not pay much attention to these minions, but cast his eyes on the giant garbage steel fortress in front of him that was slowly moving forward.

The ancient Titan did not notice the dark green armored figure blocking its way - or perhaps it noticed it but did not care, and continued to move forward slowly, while all the weapons on its body were firing at another Imperial Titan in the distance.

There is a big hole in the middle of its bloated skirt and belly, and a short and thick cannon sticks out from it. Every seven or eight minutes, it will burst out with a deafening roar and spew out flames and smoke. It is a weapon called "Big Belly Cannon". Its eyes are very funny when they open and close. The big eye is a roller-shaped laser emitter, which shoots thick red lasers that melt the entire tank. It is called "Mao Ge's Gaze". One of its giant long claw arms can easily pick up a scrapped truck by using some kind of magnetic attraction, and then swing its shoulder shaft to smash it into the distance. It is called "Gogo's Hand".

After locking onto the target, Vulkan gripped the hammer handle and ran forward. With a few leaps, he jumped onto the giant spikes welded on the bloated skirt armor and drilled into the gap next to the short and thick cannon... Then, raging flames and parts and gears gushed out from inside. The ancient giant suddenly shivered while walking slowly, trembling like an epileptic seizure. The giant arm and long claws had just clamped a scorched fart tank, and suddenly, as if uncontrollably, it swung its arm and threw it out, hitting another death fearless, instantly smashing the unlucky orc mecha into a deformed roll.

"boom!"

With a loud explosion, the ancient giant stopped where it was, its giant totem head tilted to the side, and then rolled down along the skirt armor in front of its chest. A figure slowly stood up from the broken neck, his cloak fluttering in the wind, facing the direction of the human coalition, and raised the long-handled war hammer in his hand.

"For the Emperor!"

The humans who saw this scene responded with roars to the Primarch's feat of single-handedly blasting an Ork Titan.

Vulkan turned and jumped off the ancient giant, holding the giant hammer tightly with both hands and raising it high above his head. The moment he landed, he smashed another orc tracked vehicle with the force of thunder. He rushed left and right in the greenskin army, swinging his sword wantonly, like a hard stone in the sea tide. The flying limbs and arms of the greenskins were like waves stirred up by the water hitting this hard stone.

The Primarch fought hard in the green ocean, with orcs all around him. The newly crafted "Destruction Shock" hammer spun in his hand, and he backhandedly knocked over an orc who had undergone a heavy cyber transformation. After a few steps of running, he stepped on the pile of orc corpses and jumped up, thrusting the hammer forward, trying to hit the hairy King Kong in front of him...

“Bang!”

The Destruction Shock Hammer was grasped.

Vukan's crimson eyes suddenly widened.

The whole man was suspended in the air holding a war hammer. He lowered his head and saw that "Mao Ge King Kong" raised his head. Under the barrel-shaped armored helmet were a pair of cunning and bloodthirsty eyes, and a hideous smile was grinning on both sides of the giant chin inlaid with rivets and steel plates.

Is this an orc?

As doubts arose in Wokan's mind, he felt a strong wind pressure on his side. Before he could turn his body to pull out the hammer, severe pain accompanied by the vibration of muscles and ribs spread along the nerves on one side of his body.

"Bang!"

Vokhan was knocked flying by the orc's punch.

The sound of metal rubbing against gravel was heard. Wokan adjusted his body in the air. After landing, he grasped the hammer handle with both hands and inserted the end into the ground, barely stopping his backward trend.

The Primarch drew his hammer and raised his head:

"Are you the legendary... beast?"

The giant orc said nothing, but just rushed forward.

Vulkan could feel the other's breath slapping him like a heat wave, this monster seemed to be the embodiment of the primitive and angry instincts of the Orks. In the entire fighting career of the Fire Dragon Lord, the only enemy who could make him feel as threatened was another Primarch, his insane brother, the Night King, Konrad Curze.

The giant orc swung its claws and chopped down.

"Clang...Crack."

Vulkan used the handle of his Destroyer to hold the Power Claw in place, his muscles and armor lining fibers tensed to resist the giant orc's brutal force. Then he suddenly shifted his center of gravity, took a step and quickly moved sideways, avoiding the opponent's next attack, and smashed the Destroyer into the orc's armor shell, spraying arcs of electricity from the gaps in the armor covering the orc's entire body.

They continued to fight, and Vorkan had to struggle to choose his footing carefully to withstand each orc's blow, otherwise he would sink into the earth from the huge force.

"You are too eager for quick success!"

Vulkan spoke during the battle:

"If you had true wisdom and patience, you would have foreseen that in another ten, perhaps twenty years, the human empire would fall into collapse. Now in order to launch an attack on the throne world, for your so-called revenge... you have awakened another beast, and it will see you defeated before its eyes!"

Vokkan had already determined that the orc in front of him was a beast.

The giant orc grabbed Volkan's throat with lightning speed. The dragon scale armor's neck guard groaned in pain under the orc's huge grip, squeezing Volkan's windpipe. The Fire Dragon Lord swung his fists and hit the opponent's arm like raindrops, while the orc raised his other hand to hit the primarch's head. Volkan raised his Destruction Shock with one hand and smashed the oncoming huge fist.

“Bang!”

There was a loud bang when the fists and hammers collided, and the sudden collision of power between the two separated the two. Volkan was knocked to the ground and slid a distance, while the beast stood up staggeringly, and its iron boots with welded spikes plowed a deep groove in the ground.

The beast sullenly shook its arms and hands, which were numb from the impact. Vukan lay on his back on the ground, blinked hard, and soon recovered from his brief dizziness.

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"But you were never really a threat!"

The Primarch roared and stood up suddenly, the Destruction Shock spinning in his hand, and strode towards the giant orc again:

"You will only distract us, allowing the real enemies of humanity to regroup and return."

Both giants lunged at each other. Vulkan was five meters tall in armor, while the beast in front of him was twelve meters tall, and could barely reach the other's waist. At the last moment before the collision, the Primarch threw the Destruction Shock with all his strength, and smashed the burning hammer hard into the beast's face. The beast's head tilted, the helmet cracked, and the hammer flew and fell in the distance.

Vulkan completed an unexpected attack, but he also failed to dodge the orc's fist, which hit him in the stomach and knocked him more than ten meters away. The primarch rolled in mid-air and stood up again.

The beast's helmet was broken, but he was now standing between the Primarch and the hammer, separating the Primarch from his hammer. The beast reached out and tore off the fragments of the broken helmet, throwing it aside, revealing a huge head with two pairs of thick and sharp fangs. The giant greenskin looked at Vulkan with its blood-red eyes, frowning deeply.

"You are right, son of the Emperor."

The Beast finally spoke.

His voice was low, as if coming from deep in his throat, but it was unmistakably the Low Gothic of the Empire.

"Your Empire has decayed and collapsed, just like your dying Emperor. We are his end."

The beast lowered its head, and with a roar, a stream of green psychic fire burst out from the cracks in its armor. Vulkan reached out a hand to Destruction Shock and activated the micro-transmission device he installed between the hammer head and the arm armor. With a crisp sound of tearing air, the hammer appeared in his hand, and he swung it at the side of the beast's head with a devastating blow.

The blow bounced off the beast's thick skull, and the destructive shock of the fractured force field tore through the beast's skin and muscle, leaving a burning mark on its scalp.

The orc stood up, shaking his body. Thick blood flowed down his cheek. There was a clearly visible crack on one side of his skull, and the green fire around him was rising and surging even more.

"Are you tired, son of the Emperor?"

The beast asked. A stream of green energy snaked up along the crack of the skull, flowing through the torn flesh and blood wound, and healed it in a few seconds. The beast smiled:

"Is this your strongest attack?"

Vorkan clenched the hammer handle in his hand and said nothing.

While Vulkan was fighting the beast, the battles were also going on around them. As the beasts appeared on the battlefield, the orcs on the battlefield started to roar wildly towards the sky as if they had been injected with chicken blood. The firepower became more intense, and the fighting became more crazy... The pressure on the human coalition forces increased sharply.

If there was a Chapter Librarian here at this moment, he would be able to see clearly: the Ork psychic energy on the battlefield seemed to produce some kind of catalytic resonance, surging and boiling in the soul of every Orc, the coverage of the Waaagh force field was constantly expanding, and the Waaagh energy was constantly accumulating.

If someone could take their eyes off the fierce and brutal fighting and look at the warm land under their feet that has been ravaged by war, they would be surprised to find that the flesh and bones of the green-skinned orcs who had just fallen were melting and rotting rapidly. The gray-green sunken cheeks of the human soldiers who had also died not long ago were covered with gray-white mycelium without them noticing...

The powerful psionic effects of the Waaagh force field.

It even speeds up the growth of the Oak fungus.

However, the strange thing was that no Space Marine think tank appeared on the battlefield at this time. Of the seventeen Astartes regiments, not even one think tank participated in the battle.

Without the checks and balances of the Space Marine think tank, the already crazy and frenzied Orc psykers became even more unscrupulous. The psychotic boys who were originally isolated and kept in captivity by the clans and tribes appeared on the battlefield in groups. They absorbed a large amount of psionic energy from the Ork biofield and quickly transformed it into surging green lightning and raging green flames. These dancing and jumping green-skinned wizards brought casualties to the human coalition that were no less than any kind of ancient giant garbage.

Until now, the time is ripe.

The tight formation of the Space Marines suddenly dispersed, revealing the existence surrounded by them - a group of mysterious women wearing dark gold close-fitting power armor with half-covered faces. They had been firmly protected by the Space Marines using their bodies as shields until now, and finally began to rush forward with the Space Marines, aiming directly at those crazy guys with bells hanging all over their bodies and arcs of electricity spraying from their seven orifices.

This group of green-skinned wizards were unaware of anything and were still immersed in the ecstasy of killing, still wantonly outputting the surging psychic energy in their minds... until the arcs and sparks spewing out of their seven orifices suddenly went out, until the boiling energy in their brains was suddenly blocked, until they could no longer successfully release any psychic spells, and they began to squat on the ground and wailing with their heads in their hands. The depressed and suffocating feeling made them feel like they were dying.

"Bang!"

The first psycho kid's head exploded.

The brain contents are filled with psychic energy, and when they explode, they are as colorful as fireworks in the summer night sky.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The Ork biofield links every orc.

Without any warning, a chain reaction began.

Almost in an instant, the heads of all the crowded and densely packed Orks on the battlefield exploded. Whether it was the strong green-skinned boy or the skinny fart slave, whether it was the snot or the Squig, the brain tissue in the cranial cavity was blown into a pile of shattered pieces in this unprecedented large-scale psychic rampage. Then the headless body fell to the ground helplessly, and the weapon in the hand also fell to the ground.

The gunshots, explosions and flames gradually became sparse.

The human coalition stared blankly at the wonderful sight before them.

Millions of orcs were turned into headless corpses lying down, covering every inch of the ground within reach of the naked eye.

Gu Juji stopped where he was and didn't move. The Killing Can, Death Fearless and King Kong also fell down one after another.

The Gatling gun slowly stopped rotating, and wisps of hot white smoke came out of the muzzles of the volcano cannon and the earthquake cannon.

The Firebee Legion's Titans finally stopped shooting.

Volkanben was concentrating on fighting the beast, even though he was at a disadvantage. Suddenly, the giant orc's head in front of him exploded, and hot blood, sticky brain matter and broken teeth sprayed all over the front of his dragon scale armor. The Fire Dragon Lord was caught off guard and his head and face were covered with the beast's brain tissue.

Vokhan stood frozen in place, hammer in both hands.

He ignored the stench of brain matter sliding down his cheek.

Slowly raise your head and look around.

The silence around him made him even more unbelievable.

Were all the orc armies wiped out?

Did this epic war end so abruptly?

The beast, the beast just died like that?

Suddenly, Wokan seemed to realize something. He turned his head sharply and found that there was a lonely woman standing behind him. The woman was wearing dark gold Wating armor and holding an execution sword. She had a high ponytail hanging behind her, and a red sky eagle tattoo was tattooed in the center of her shaved forehead.

"It was you, you killed the beast?"

Vukan frowned and looked reminiscent:

"Wait, I think I've seen you somewhere."

Kyrel Cassolin crossed her arms, leaned forward and saluted like an eagle. With a respectful look on her face, she began to sign:

"We have indeed met once, my lord. The Imperial Palace, the Webway, the Golden Throne, and... the Amulet of the Seven Hammers."

The Golden Throne...The Amulet of the Seven Hammers!

Vukan remembered it all at once.

He understood the sign language of the silent nun in front of him.

"The Webway War, the evacuation..."

Vulkan stared at Caryl Casolin and muttered to himself.

Sister Silent nodded slightly.

During the Horus Heresy, after returning to Terra after many hardships, Vulkan barely participated in the Siege of Terra. At that time, the Webway War was also going on simultaneously, and the Emperor kept Vulkan by his side, ordering him to install the Seven Hammers Amulet on the Golden Throne. Once the daemons broke through the psychic barrier maintained by the Emperor and descended on Holy Terra, Vulkan would be responsible for activating the Seven Hammers Amulet, shattering the Golden Throne and the Throneworld together, turning it into a large Warp rift similar to the Eye of Terror, so that the people of the Throneworld and the lackeys of the four Chaos Gods would perish together.

This is the emperor's plan to destroy everything together.

Fortunately, the psychic barrier was not broken in the end.

Vulkan does not need to activate the Amulet of Seven Hammers.

Although the Seven Hammers Amulet is a psychic equipment made by Vulkan, it was made by the Emperor using his possession ability to possess Vulkan, so Vulkan himself actually did not know the principle of this thing. During the period when Vulkan was ordered to guard the Golden Throne, the Custodians and the Sisters of Silence began to withdraw from the Webway one after another. Karel Cassolin was also a member of the Sisters of Silence who participated in the Webway War, so she had met the Lord of Fire Dragons once.

"Very good, very good, it's good to see old friends."

Vokhan stood in the sea of ​​blood and corpses, holding a hammer.

With a tone of relief and sigh, he nodded and said:

"Qingshan always gives me some surprises."

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