Chapter 787 Vulcan's Rejection

"Bang!" Along with this deafening noise, an Eldar structure as huge as a mountain shattered and turned into countless metal fragments flying everywhere.

On this battlefield filled with smoke and flames, a dark-skinned figure as tall as a mountain stood amidst the fire and explosion.

The blazing flames rising into the sky were like a raging beast, madly devouring everything around it.

Countless Eldar warriors howled in extreme pain under the terrifying high temperature and violent energy impact.

They either fell in a pool of blood or struggled to escape, but they could not escape this hellish scene.

"When you dare to invade this place, you should be prepared to face death..." Vulkan's low and majestic voice echoed throughout the battlefield, like the voice of judgment from the abyss.

His tall figure exuded a terrifying aura, and every step he took seemed to make the earth tremble.

At this moment, Vulkan looked down at the Eldar warrior who had fallen to the ground in front of him in a miserable state.

He held the extremely sharp bone blade tightly in his hand. Under Vulkan's enormous power, this originally terrifying weapon became as fragile and powerless as a toy in a child's hand.

Vulkan exerted a little force, and there was a crisp breaking sound. The bone blade broke into several pieces in an instant.

"Let me use this flame to purify your sinful souls, damned Eldar!" Vulkan roared, slowly raising his huge and heavy warhammer.

The war hammer was shining with dazzling light, and it was engraved with mysterious and ancient runes, as if it contained endless power.

Faced with such terrifying pressure from Vulkan, the Eldar warrior raised his weapon in horror, attempting a final resistance.

However, a beam of light blue shot out from his weapon and headed straight for Vulkan's armor.

But the moment the beam of light touched Vulkan's armor, it quickly dissipated like ice and snow encountering fire, and was unable to cause any harm to Vulkan at all.

"Bang!" Without giving the Eldar warrior any chance to breathe, Vulkan's hammer smashed down with tremendous force.

In an instant, the ground shook violently, and a powerful shock wave swept out in all directions with the landing point as the center, causing smoke, dust, and flying earth and rocks wherever it passed.

The Eldar warrior was completely reduced to ashes by this earth-shattering blow, and the cells in his body turned into dust as well.

The fierce battle finally came to an end. Hundreds of thousands of Eldar invaders came like a tide, but they all fell at the feet of Vulkan and were brutally slaughtered. The battlefield was filled with blood and corpses, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The Eldar warriors had dealt Vulkan fatal blows many times, but what was shocking was that after each death, Vulkan would miraculously resurrect with his mysterious ability to regenerate from ashes.

Time and time again, as if he were a god of war who would never fall, until the last Eldar soldier died.

As Vulkan walked slowly down from the pile of corpses with heavy steps, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

I saw the figure standing quietly not far away, like a silent sculpture.

"Vulkan!" The man shouted Vulkan's name loudly, and the voice echoed in the empty battlefield.

Vulkan looked over, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. He stared at the thin old man in front of him, thinking to himself: Who could be looking for me here at this time?

Then he half squatted down and looked at the old man in front of him with a gentle and concerned look.

It turned out that when Vulkan accidentally landed on Nocturne, it was this blacksmith named Ember who discovered him, took him in, and adopted him as his son.

Time flies. In just three years, the thin and dark little boy has grown into a giant who is much taller than the roof.

Not only that, Vulkan also learned all kinds of basic knowledge about metallurgy and forging from his adoptive father, and on this basis he continued to study and innovate, and invented many novel and unique smelting technologies.

The old man in front of Vulkan is his adoptive father, Ember.

"Father, I wonder why you are looking for me?" Vulkan smiled and gazed gently at the weathered old man in front of him. His blood-red pupils were like deep lakes, without any trace of tyranny, but filled with watery tenderness and concern from the bottom of his heart.

Hearing Vulkan's question, Ember raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the village in the distance, then said slowly: "My child, your brother is here, and he is in our village."

"My brother?" Vulkan was slightly startled, a look of surprise appeared on his face, but he soon regained his composure. In order to prove that what Ember said was true, he followed Ember towards the village without hesitation.

When they stepped into this quiet and quaint village, a tall and mighty figure suddenly came into view among the scattered houses.

This man was of sturdy build, like an unshakable mountain, and he wore a suit of silver armor that shone brightly under the sunlight.

And that iconic bald head is even more eye-catching. There is no doubt that the person in front of him is the Primarch of the 16th Legion - Horus!

At this moment, Horus was chatting and laughing with the village chief.

Although as a Primarch he possessed great power and lofty status beyond the imagination of ordinary people, he never showed any arrogance as a Primarch should have.

All this is due to Yang Cheng's careful teaching, which has caused his thinking to undergo subtle changes imperceptibly.

"My brother, welcome to the greatest cause in human history!"

When Horus saw Vulkan coming to the village, he happily walked to Vulkan's side. Although the giant in front of him, who was several heads taller than him, looked a little strange, Horus could feel that the man in front of him was his brother.

"Welcome to Nocturne, my brother."

Vulkan hugged Horus excitedly as well. Although Horus was several meters tall and looked like a Space Marine facing his Primarch in front of Vulkan, this did not affect Horus' feelings for Vulkan at all.

"Let's go, join the greatest cause in human history, join the Great Crusade."

Listening to Horus's excited words, Vulcan just shook his head slightly, and then said lightly: "I refuse..."