Chapter 789 Hunting Competition
"Father, do you really not need our help?" Abaddon stood beside Horus with an anxious look on his face, his hands clenched unconsciously, his eyes fixed on the busy figure in front of him.
However, Horus just waved his hand slightly and refused without hesitation: "There is no need to bother you with such a small matter. I can handle it myself..."
"but……"
Horus changed the subject and said, "There is something else important that needs your attention..."
He paused, turned to look at Abaddon and the others, and continued with a serious look: "You should immediately find out why the Eldar are lurking around here, and what exactly they are planning to do by coming to Nocturne! This matter is of vital importance and must not be taken lightly."
After saying this, Horus' eyes revealed a hint of deep worry.
He thought to himself that the recent frequent and large-scale actions of the elves were probably no accident.
It is very likely that they are planning a sudden and violent attack.
Although the Empire is still methodically clearing out the remaining Eldar forces, the Eldar's Ark fleets scattered like stars are really a headache.
The imperial army often had to rush to the next battlefield without stopping after conquering one place, and was exhausted.
Fortunately, the previously rampant Zerg swarms have been completely defeated by the Empire, which has relieved the originally tense military situation to a certain extent.
Now, the Empire has more elite troops at its disposal and can concentrate its efforts to launch a more fierce offensive against those lingering Eldar forces.
But even so, facing the cunning, elusive Eldar, it is not easy to wipe them out in one fell swoop.
Since the emergence of Slaanesh, the god of pleasure and indulgence, navigation in the Warp has become increasingly difficult and thorny.
The once relatively smooth routes are now filled with endless chaos and danger, making every subspace crossing like walking on a tightrope. The slightest mistake can lead to eternal damnation.
Fortunately, however, the hyperspace engines equipped on some of the Empire's warships are still able to operate stably.
This powerful engine became a reliable guarantee for sailing in this chaotic ocean, allowing the Empire's fleet to continue to shuttle between the stars.
Not only that, the Empire's carefully crafted space bridge system has also made remarkable progress.
Across the vast empire, the system has basically completed up to 80 percent of its deployment.
These space bridges are like iron bonds connecting various galaxies, greatly shortening the time required for interstellar travel and further strengthening the connection and coordinated combat capabilities between various regions of the empire.
The construction of the network infrastructure that people are most looking forward to has reached a critical moment.
At present, this grand project has entered the final sprint stage.
It is estimated that within a Terran month, the first experiment on the Webway will officially begin.
If all goes well, when the Webway is successfully launched, humanity will completely break free from the constraints imposed by the Warp for a long time and usher in a new bright future.
Thinking of this, Horus couldn't help but clench his fists tightly.
He knew very well that although the dawn of victory was in sight, the great enemy Chaos would never sit idly by and watch humanity achieve such a huge breakthrough.
The evil from the Warp is always coveting the Webway facilities and may launch crazy attacks and sabotage actions at any time.
Time is as tight as a string about to break; every minute and every second is precious.
"Are you ready, brother Horus?" Vulkan's loud voice came, and he walked towards this side with big strides. He was wearing a rough linen cloth, but this simple clothing could not hide his sturdy and majestic body.
He held a war hammer tightly in his hand, and the hammer exuded a chilling aura that seemed to be able to freeze the air around it.
Vulkan was a tall man, his dark, shiny skin, even if partially concealed by his sackcloth, was still prominently exposed, revealing a wild, primitive sense of power.
Hearing Vulkan's question, Horus did not say much, but just nodded silently, then holding a power sword, he resolutely stepped into the endless mountains in front of him.
Looking at Horus's receding back, Vulkan smiled slightly, then turned and walked in another direction, also walking into the depths of the mountains.
The surface of Nocturne is like a burning hellish world.
This place seems to be a huge cauldron of fire and storms formed by millions of interconnected volcanoes.
The entire planet was filled with thick smoke and red-hot magma, and the high temperature made the air filled with a suffocating burning smell.
Above this land, there stand towering black mountains, which are as majestic as winding dragons; there are also endless black sandbar plains with flying sand and dust; there are also countless small oceans filled with the smell of sulfur, with turbulent waves and rolling waves.
The destination chosen by Vulkan this time, the Rila Mountains, is one of the most spectacular and dangerous ones.
This mountain range is an extremely large active volcano, which erupts hot magma and smoke that covers the sky from time to time.
The legendary salamander lives in the center of this active volcano, in the crater that could erupt violently at any time.
The environment there is extremely harsh. If you are not careful, you will be buried in the sea of fire.
Horus walked with heavy steps, wandering aimlessly in this desolate land.
All around are jagged rocks emitting a pungent sulphur smell. They stand abruptly on the charred land like cursed giants.
The hot magma, meandering and flowing like a gurgling stream, shuttles through the rocks, splashing sparks from time to time.
The scorching heat was like a ferocious beast, devouring everything mercilessly. The heat wave rolled in, filling Horus's keen senses.
Although as a powerful Primarch, this little heat was insignificant to him, but the scene before him still shocked him deeply.
He couldn't help but wonder: How did those ordinary civilians living on Nocturne survive in such a harsh environment like hell?
Horus clenched his fists and chose not to draw out his father's Emperor's Sword, which symbolized supreme power and glory.
In his mind, this duel with his Primarch brother Vulkan was a contest of dignity and honor.
If I use the weapon given by my father at this moment, it will undoubtedly bring shame upon myself.
He firmly believed that only with his true strength and skills could he win this duel fairly.
The mission of this duel sounded quite simple - he and Vulkan only needed to compare who could capture the larger salamander first to determine the winner.
However, in this dangerous area, it is not easy to accomplish this seemingly easy goal.
