Chapter 786 Salamander Legion

With the fall of Yura, the entire universe seemed to tremble.

The once invincible and surging Zerg Hive Fleet that invaded Macragge collapsed like a tide in an instant.

Countless hideous brain worms, their eyes full of evil and cunning, after seeing Yang Cheng's unparalleled psychic power, seemed to be struck by a lightning bolt from the abyss of hell. Immediately afterwards, a horrifying explosion sounded, and these brain worms exploded and died one after another!

The tragic death of the brain worms became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The originally aggressive Zerg fleet fell into chaos in an instant. They fled in panic like a pack of wolves that had lost their leader.

However, how could the Imperial Fleet easily let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

I saw countless huge warships roaring in from all directions, like extremely sharp swords, ruthlessly cutting into the Zerg's fleeing fleet.

The powerful firepower intertwined together to form an impenetrable web of death, trapping the Zerg warships that attempted to escape.

Then, a bloody and brutal siege began. Every second, countless Zerg warships were turned into burning wreckage in the gunfire and fell into the endless dark void.

"Koz, I think... we finally did it!" The shocking wounds on Horus' body were healing slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye. He looked at the legionnaires around him with excitement on his face, with a light of victory flashing in his eyes.

Then he turned his head sharply and fixed his eyes on Koz.

"I know, Horus..." Curze nodded slightly, and his deep and hoarse voice slowly sounded.

"I think our only enemies from now on will probably be the Eldar and the Nova Federation, right?" Horus said as he waved his hand majestically, calling on everyone to board the Spirit of Vengeance together.

At this moment, other battlefields in the empire were still filled with smoke, and they were still needed to continue fighting there.

"That's right, Horus."

Xerxes walked towards Horus excitedly, "I think we may have made a new discovery. I found another brother of ours."

After saying that, he came to stand beside Horus, reached out and took out a slightly old but well-preserved report from his arms, and handed it to Horus solemnly.

Horus was slightly startled, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, and quickly took the report. When he saw what was written on it, he couldn't help but blurt out: "Nocturne? This name is quite unique." He raised his head and looked straight at Xerxes, as if he wanted to get more information from his face.

At the same time, Koz, who was standing not far away, also cast a curious look, obviously full of curiosity and questions about this "brother" who suddenly appeared.

Xerxes nodded and said, "Yes, it is Nocturne. The specific situation is detailed in this report. I plan to report this matter to my father immediately. As for the task of finding this brother..."

At this point, he gently patted Horus' broad shoulders and continued earnestly, "I'll leave it to you. If you really meet him, don't forget to say hello to him for me."

Xerxes nodded, handed the entire report to Horus, and left. Horus also began to watch the report attentively.

"One person killed hundreds of thousands of Eldar invaders..."

In the report, a dark and tall figure stood among the pile of corpses. He held a war hammer in his hand and stared in a daze at the countless Eldar bodies under his feet.

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"Ding!" A clear reminder sounded, echoing in Yang Cheng's mind like a morning bell and an evening drum. "Congratulations to the host for successfully discovering the 18th Legion - the Salamander Legion."

The Salamanders were originally known as the "Dragon Warriors" and were ranked eighteenth among the twenty Space Marine Legions.

Their leader, the famous Primarch was Vulkan.

Back in time, during the thrilling Horus Heresy, when many legions turned against each other, the Salamanders always maintained their loyalty, like the bright stars twinkling in the dark night sky, unwaveringly guarding the light of justice and truth.

However, the gears of fate turned mercilessly, and in the First Imperial Civil War, this brave and fearless legion suffered unprecedented damage and was severely damaged.

Since then, the role they can play in the war has been greatly limited, and their former glory seems to be gradually fading away.

But the good news is that, although there has never been a definite record of the death of their Primarch Vulkan, it is generally believed that he is not dead, but merely missing.

Thus, the search for Vulkan and the grand goal he was pursuing became one of the most distinctive features of the Salamanders.

Apart from this unique feature, there is much else to admire about the Vulkan Legion.

The first thing to say is the indomitable spirit they showed as warriors. No matter how difficult and dangerous the battle situation is, they will fight to the last moment.

Secondly, they possess the same extremely strong physique, indestructible willpower and the noble quality of selfless dedication to all mankind.

In a way, it's no exaggeration to say that the Salamanders are the perfect example of a Space Marine.

Vulkan joined the Legion just when they needed help.

The XVIII Legion, under the command of their Legion Master Cassian Vaughn, joined in the defense of a planetary cluster near Talas against the Orks.

At that time, the 18th Legion was the only Space Marine capable of dealing with this crisis.

Facing overwhelming odds, 1.9 Space Marines held off millions of Ork raiders and their Stone Fleet. The Legion's actions enabled the populations of three planets to be evacuated to the nominal safety of the planet of Talas, but at a heavy price.

However, upon initially learning of the plight of the planet's inhabitants, the Legion refused to stand aside and instead joined the fight.

When Vulkan arrived he was not alone, Vulkan brought 3000 new Space Marines and equipment from Nocturne.

The orcs were quickly defeated, but the cost was huge.

As Vulkan descended upon them, the survivors of the XVIII Legion immediately knelt before their father, but Vulkan ordered them to rise, saying that all his sons were equal and that he was not a petty king to be obeyed.

Instead, it was he who knelt for the lives they had saved and the price they had paid.

Vulkan then approached the mortally wounded Legion Master Vorn and presented the dying warrior with the shattered Power Claw of the Ork Warlord he had slain as proof of his honour, thus formally completing the transfer of command of the Legion.

The Salamanders were restructured after Vulkan returned and took over command, and this organization is still in effect, with seven companies forming the chapter. Each company's warriors come from seven different large settlements on Nocturne and are commanded by a captain from one of the large settlements.