Before the battle, Cole Fallon didn't expect to see Iron Warriors, Salamanders, and Death Guards on Maculag. Neither he nor Luo Jia expected this.

Admittedly, Horus did inform Loja about his minor defeat. The commander was outspoken about the escape of Perturabo and Vulcan from his side, and was not angry, but sincerely considered Motarian's death to be a pity.

He couldn't understand why his brother would rather use the Emperor's help to burn his soul than rebel against Nurgle, but the result was always good.

Motarian is dead, but his body is still there. His remnant may be able to escape his body, but for the dark gods, a primordial body is enough.

Thinking about these things, the expression of the commander of the company of the bearer gradually became a little gloomy. He knew very well what kind of damage the three legions, plus the Ultramarines, would do to their plans, and he had to report the matter to Luojia.

Behind him, a towering pillar of flame was burning fiercely and vigorously, reaching into the sky. The captured civilians of Maculag are being thrown into it one by one, baptized in the flames of witchcraft.

Cole Fallon knew exactly what they were doing, and he wasn't going to make any excuses for it. Murder is murder, sacrifice is sacrifice - he is too lazy to whitewash it with words like Erebas.

In fact, the collaboration between him and Erebus has long since ended. If it were possible, he would probably be the only one within the Whisperers who would have aimed his sword at the Chief Pastor.

Suddenly, he smelled an extremely strong smell of dust, and the brilliance of the pillar of fire suddenly brightened, and it began to agitate at a temperature far greater than before. The air was torn apart, and the illusory vision took the place of the ruins of the city of Maculag in which they were now.

In the heat, Cole Fallon saw a magnificent church dedicated to the dark gods, and Loja Aurelian who stood within it in robes.

He smiled and stepped out of it, striding past the kneeling Bearers to Cole Fallon.

In the first sentence, he expressed his desire at this time.

"Do you have something to do with me, Cole?"

Cole Fallon slowly spat out a phrase, "I'm afraid we need to retreat." ”

"Oh?" Luo Jia looked at him in surprise. "Why? Did you find anything? Or did the gods give you some revelation that even I didn't get? ”

"Neither, Luojia." Cole Fallon said. "But we do need to retreat, because Macurag isn't just an army of Ultramarines, but also Iron Warriors, Salamanders, and Death Guards. You understand what that means. ”

Luo Jia nodded slightly surprised: "That is, Perturabo and Vulcan are also here?" It was a surprise to me, how did they get to Macurag? ”

Cole Fallon didn't answer the question, knowing full well that it was just Loja talking to himself—in fact, he wasn't even sure how much resemblance this Loja had left with the giant he remembered.

Of course, he wanted to know the truth, but he didn't dare to put it into action.

What a shame

"It's really hindering our plans." Luo Jia frowned and said, the tip of the scepter in her right hand had a bone eight-pointed star representing chaos that was shining brightly for a long time.

He turned his head to look at it, his frowning brows suddenly loosening. A smile bloomed again on the golden face of the Great Speaker, and he spoke again, his voice gentle and intimidating.

"It doesn't matter, though. They can't make a real difference to the tide of battle, we just need to sow the seeds of hatred. The true City of Perfection does not exist in the real world, and through the seeds we have sown, the body of every believer will become a temple."

He chuckled, and Cole Fallon understood what he was talking about. This is a plan proposed by Erebus, and it is extremely vicious.

The spiral of hatred never stops once it has formed, and the Whisperers have created enough subspace storms. At this moment, in Macurag, the only remaining veil between the physical universe and subspace is so illusory that it is almost transparent.

With a single push, Loja could transform everyone on Maculag into one of the fanatical followers of the new god, and they wouldn't even refuse.

Admittedly, this may not be the last push for the god on the other side of the starry sea, but the gods will always have a way to achieve their ends.

"Go ahead." Said the Great Speaker. "There's no need to retreat, Cole. We have received the light of faith and the blessings of the gods. They are staring here, and how can we let them down? ”

Cole Fallon suppressed his urge to retort and slowly looked away.

Not far away, a forest was burning, and the waterfall that rushed down the cliff turned a blood-colored scarlet. The sky was full of dust, and the trajectory of the artillery tore through the clouds, as if the end was coming.

Staring at all this, the company commander had no sadness or joy in his heart.

He didn't feel the slightest joy at the revenge, he didn't even think of Colches for no reason, it was a torture that forced his now-dark body to tremble slightly.

Luo Jia, on the other hand, spoke again.

"Continue the sacrifices to please the gods, Cole." The Great Speaker said mildly. "I'm going to look for my brothers, and if the commander can't do it, let me do it."

Smiling, he opened a portal with the scepter in his right hand in front of Cole Fallon and walked away. The boundaries of reality seem to have disappeared, and they are being kneaded and flattened like toys in the hands of the Great Speaker.

Cole Fallon knew why, he wasn't proud of his adopted son, he just shuddered.

But it was already too late. The commander of the company turned in silence and began to call the darkness with the blood of innocents and sacrifice to the gods.

——

"Brother!"

Vulcan jerked back, he had just finished a fight, his ears filled with the monster's dying wails and his own roar. He could barely hear anything else, even the sound of a speedy boat passing by him was extremely faint.

But this call was as clear as if it was ringing in my ears.

Not only that, but after only a few seconds, the call sounded again, and it was sincere and natural.

The Dragon Lord's expression gradually calmed down, and he lifted his hammer from the smoke-emitting corpse and began to move forward.

Smoke and flames swirled around his body, and the Waiver and the Combined Forces were fighting each other, leaving everything behind them in pure and savage arms to put them to death.

Vulcan was supposed to help his legion and the Ultramarines, but he didn't, he just kept going.

He stepped through the ruins, and a meteor of flame streaked over his head and landed not far behind him. Fragments of concrete and steel were immediately shaken up and rained down from the sky after more than a dozen seconds.

There were explosions everywhere, destruction everywhere, but little by little Vulcan's heart went into peace.

In a trance, he felt as if he was in his own workshop. In his hand is no longer a blood-dripping war hammer, but a forging hammer that represents creation, and the howling wind is nothing more than a bellows being pulled

Horus Lupecar said, "Go and kill Loja, brother." He's not the guy we know anymore. ”

I know.

The Lord of the Fire Dragon stopped, and before he knew it, he had reached a slightly empty outer defense. It was once one of the monuments of Maculag, a gladiatorial arena that was abolished by order during the reign of King Connaught.

It survived the attack of the Whisperers, but that luck only existed for the last second. When the Lord of the Fire Dragon walked in with his back to the rain of destructive fire, its fate was sealed.

Vulcan let go of his hand and let his war hammer fall on the thick yellow sand. Then he began to take off his helmet.

Across from him, Lorga Aurelian smiled appreciatively: "You are still so good, Vulcan. Indeed, you and my brother should be face-to-face, not separated by cold steel. ”

Vulcan glanced at him, and suddenly threw out the helmet in his hand, and the air was shaken, yellow sand flew, and a deep ravine appeared in an instant. Luo Jia lifted the scepter in her hand without changing her face, and knocked the helmet that had become a murder weapon to the ground.

He glanced down at it and shook his head with a little pity, "Is that how you treat your helmet, brother?" ”

Vulcan did not speak, but reached out to pick up the hammer and strode towards him.

"Let's get started." He said.

"Start what?" Luo Jia asked confusedly.

"I don't know, ask yourself, traitor. Summoning demons, setting traps, or using subspace sorcery to attack me" The Lord of the Fire Dragon raised his hammer. "Whatever you want, Luojia, but I'll kill you."

The Great Speaker smiled and took two steps back and shook his head.

"You misunderstand me too much, Vulcan. I'm not here to fight you-"

"—but I am." Vulcan said. "I'm here to kill you, Luojia."

He waved his arms.

"Boom!"

The warhammer smashed, creating a completely unreal sound, as terrifying as a missile falling. Vulcan did not swing his warhammer with anger, but with calm determination.

He's going to kill Lorga Aurelian, right here, right now. There was no reason to speak, no dialogue to change his mind.

The Lord of the Fire Dragon was already tired, he was too tired to think about anything superfluous. He left everything, his name, his identity, his status, his memories, his brothers, his children, everything behind.

After this, what is left of him?

First of all, he is a weapon.

Minted by the Emperor.

There is only one limit to this weapon, and that limit is called conscience. And now, Volcans threw it down with his own hands.

Looking at those scarlet eyes, Luo Jia clearly sensed this—and he had no room to dodge, Vulcan's next blow was coming, without the slightest emotion.

You know, this was once a giant who would be careful even to hug him, lest he hurt his brothers. But now, he's fighting at full strength.

Luo Jia raised the scepter in her hand sharply, and this was the only way to block the blow. Vulcan was quicker and stronger than he thought. This is no longer the category of 'fighting', Luo Jia even feels that he is facing a humanoid natural disaster.

The Great Speaker began to retreat, and Vulcan followed. The speed of each blow did not decrease, and the strength was even increasing, and his attack was so furious, but his expression was calm to the point of fear.

Luo Jia sighed.

"That's enough."

He waved his scepter and appeared at the other end of the field in an instant, and supernatural powers began to manifest in him.

With a flash of golden light, Luo Jia's figure began to rise taller, but in an instant, he became even taller than Vulcan. The eyes are like fireballs, blazing.

The Lord of the Fire Dragons calmly lifted the hammer and walked towards him, without hesitation.

The Great Speaker frowned and raised his scepter again.

With the help of his will and supernatural powers, the yellow sand on which Vulcan stood turned into a burning magma in an instant, and he fell into it involuntarily, and the air began to tremble.

Energy emerged from the void and turned into sharp knives aimed at Vulcan's head. The Lord of the Fire Dragons raised his weapons and blocked them all, clanging to the ear. When he put down the hammer, there was not even a single scrape on his face.

He looked at Luo Jia, propped his hands on the ground, and began to exert himself slowly, and half a second later, in front of Luo Jia, Vulcan, who was most covered with lava, stood in front of him.

The magma belonging to the dark world scorched his armor, and the heat that could have been withstood deformed the power armor, and even the skeleton made of pure gold slowly melted with the body of the Lord of the Fire Dragon.

Terrible scenes, but the really terrible thing is Vulcan.

Because he was still walking, and his expression was unwavering.

"Go on." The Lord of the Fire Dragon said, his tone bordering on command. "Lightning, storms, frost, fire. What else do you have? Use them all, Luojia. You have to rely on these things, or you're bound to die. ”

"I have the opposite opinion."

His brows furrowed, and the Great Speaker took the initiative to put down his scepter and began to walk towards the Lord of the Fire Dragon.

At this time, the two primordials, one of them was dressed in magma, his skin was pitch black, and his eyes were blood-red.

The other man was dressed in a splendid robe, with a handsome countenance, and his skin glowing with gold.

What an ironic comparison, and neither of them had time to care about it.

In the next second, walking turns to running, and the world shuddered and the world burned. The Great Speaker slammed the golden staff at the Lord of the Fire Dragon, but Vulcan did not dodge, and the hammer fell straight down, in the direction of Luojia's head.

Neither of them had any intention of retracting their weapons to block or dodge, as if they were going to use this blow to determine the winner.

The hammer slammed into the Great Speaker's skull, splattering flesh and blood, and the white skull was exposed through the torn skin.

The Lord of the Fire Dragon's chest was punched into a deep depression by the golden staff, and his armor and sternum were sunk into it, forcing Vulcans to vomit a large mouthful of blood.

He looked up and was about to swing his weapon again, but Luo Jia had already taken a few steps back.

He shook his head in displeasure, his features twisted by the force twitching comically at this moment, but only for a moment. Darkness swept in, and Lorga Aurelian regained her human form again, like a restored puppet.

"You can't win." Luo Jia said.

"Really? Give it a try. Vulcan said.

Like a hurricane, they began to fight again. The battle between the two demigods suddenly seemed evenly matched.

Loja had been casting spells while wielding his scepter, and Vulcan had long since been covered in bruises and was not human, but his warhammer was always swinging or smashing, never stopping.

If you count it carefully, the Great Speaker has probably died dozens of times, his heart has been smashed, his spine has been broken, and his head has been deformed more than once. Even in terms of the vitality of the original body, this is quite a terrible injury.

The injuries inflicted on Luo Jia were far less damaging than Vulcan's, and finally, after exchanging death for injuries again, Luo Jia waved her scepter again and left the spot.

Vulcan shook his body, and then turned to look for him.

"What have you done to yourself, Vulcan?!" Luo Jia angrily rebuked. "I am so powerful because I am so powerful, how can you match me?!"

His words sounded ridiculous, like a stupid man asking a normal person how a normal person could calculate a simple arithmetic problem, but Vulcan had no intention of laughing.

The Lord of the Fire Dragon coughed twice and vomited a large mouthful of blood, and he didn't bother to answer Lorja's words, because he was not Lorja Aurelian at all.

As early as now, in the midst of the countless exchanges of injuries for death, Vulcan had seen this thing for what it really was. He has an empty skin, and his spirit has been devoured. As a traitor, his power is no match for Horus Lupecar.

The Lord of the Dragons didn't understand how he did it, maybe it was because of his keen observation as a blacksmith, or maybe it was because he wasn't the same as he used to be

Vulcan could detect it because there was a beating sun in his chest. Past experiences are born for this moment.

Turns out your theory is right, Rogge. Vulcan thought. As long as willpower is sufficient

He began to walk again.

Luo Jia sighed.

"Stop, brother." He said with a little sadness. "What's the use of you and me killing each other like this? You can't kill me, but I can kill you. ”

Vulcan kept his mouth shut, but continued walking. At the same time, he pressed the thumb of his left hand against the palm of his hand, which was almost shattered.

"You can't hold it anymore, do you? I understand, you can be resurrected, Horus told me. However, if you fall into a coma, you will suffer a terrible fate, and the gods will be angry with you. Why don't you surrender now, I can still say a few nice words for you, I can"

A crisp dripping sound came from within the armor of the Fire Dragon Lord, and it also stopped Luo Jia's voice. Vulcan stopped, a smile finally appearing on his bloody face.

"You can't do anything."

Luo Jia was stunned for a moment, and her expression changed rapidly. He roared and swung his scepter, and the golden light flashed up, only to be knocked to the ground by a flying warhammer.

At the same time, beneath his feet, a muffled sound began to sound from the depths of the sand, as if some ancient monster was breaking out of its prison.

Luo Jia stood up angrily and held out her right hand towards his scepter. It immediately flew up and flew towards him, but Vulcan had already pounced on it before it. He pressed Luo Jia firmly to the ground and began to punch him in exhaustion.

All of this happened in just two seconds.

In the third second, Luo Jia's cheek bone was shattered by Vulcan, and blood flowed out. He tried to resist and summoned the scepter again, but Vulcan threw a punch back and knocked the scepter flying away.

In the fourth second, he began to growl, and Vulcan's smile began to grow stronger.

"You ignorant hypocrisy." The Lord of the Fire Dragon looked at him with pity. "You've been eaten up, and you don't even know it."

In the fifth second, a brilliant explosion was born from beneath them, as if the world was being destroyed.

Updated.

(End of chapter)