Warhammer: Lord of the Endless Monsters

Chapter 522 The Lord of Fire Dragons Slays the Great Impure One and Battles Typhons
News of this great victory and the capture of Mortarion reached Macragge, which was under attack by the Chaos Fleet, and greatly boosted the morale of the local garrison.

"Long live the Imperial War General!"

"Long live the Crown Prince of the Empire."

"A great and noble victory! The evil traitor has been defeated and captured alive!"

"We must also redouble our efforts, warriors! Destroy these demons, reclaim our homeland, and wipe out these scum!" Vulcan, the Lord of Fire Dragons, roared, raising his massive power hammer.

With the power of the cosmic beast, the Fire Dragon Pillar transformed into a giant nearly 70 meters tall.

Wielding his warhammer, he engaged in fierce combat with a fully upgraded Nurgle Great Impure.

This was a disgusting monster, its body swollen with flesh and oozing acidic fluid. Standing a full hundred meters tall, it was like a moving mountain of flesh, its mouth spewing a thick green liquid that infected and corroded the surrounding land. At this moment, only the gigantic Primarch Vulcan dared to face such a monster.

"Roar! The great and merciful Father has blessed you. Come and receive the Father's grace! You will all receive this divine gift," roared the huge, bloated, and disgusting monster covered in green.

Behind him, countless Nurgle demons, Chaos Space Marines of the Death Guard, and fallen Chaos cultists raised their weapons high, cheering for the blessing of the Great Father.

“But not today, monster! Today you will die by my hand!” Vulcan roared.

Vulcan's roar transformed into a surge of subspace energy, which exploded high in the sky above Macurag, causing the seventy-meter-tall giant's body to burst forth with a molten crimson light.

He suddenly took a step forward, and the ground, empowered by the power of the cosmic beast, turned into boiling molten steel. The bloated feet of the Great Demon Nurgle were instantly trapped in the scorching heat.

"For the Emperor!" The warhammer of the Fire Dragon Lord, wreathed in crimson light as bright as a star, crashed down.

The Great Impure One attempted to parry with the Corrupted Scythe, but the weapon was burned through the moment of contact by the ancient fire lizard runes that appeared on the hammerhead.

With a sickeningly loud crackling sound of fat bursting, the warhammer pierced straight through the demon's putrid belly, the pus and blood evaporating into a toxic green mist before they could even splatter.

The colossal body made of rotting flesh staggered backward, and the Great Demon stared in astonishment as its ever-healing wounds were burned by the Eternal Fire, letting out a heart-wrenching scream.

"This is impossible! The grace of the Father... could never be—" The great impure man's lament was not yet over.

Vulcan's massive hand had seized its festering head like a vise cast from molten lava. "Your 'benevolent father' cannot save you."

The Lord of Fire Dragons' voice was deep and rumbling like the roar of a volcano before an eruption. His five fingers suddenly tightened, and the Great Demon's swollen head twisted and deformed in the high temperature, while pus and rotting flesh evaporated in the sizzling steam.

The demon's body struggled frantically, trying to entwine Vulcan's arm with its festering tentacles, but the moment those rotting flesh touched the Primarch's skin, they were burned to ashes by the Eternal Fire.

"Now, turn to ashes."

Vulcan's eyes flashed with a blinding white light, and he raised his warhammer high once more, its head gathering flames powerful enough to incinerate the stars.

boom--! ! !
The massive warhammer crashed down, engulfing the entire battlefield in blinding flames.

The body of the Great Impure One was torn to pieces in the explosion, and every piece of flying rotten flesh burned away in mid-air, leaving not even a trace.

The shockwave swept across the battlefield, blasting nearby Nurgle demons and Plague Warriors away. Their bodies twisted and carbonized in the intense heat, eventually turning into drifting dust.

After growing to gigantic size, Vulcan, the Lord of Fire Dragons, displayed unimaginable power, causing the Chaos Legion to hesitate.

The power of the Cosmic Beast combined with his inherent undead nature, along with his awakening of the Warp Essence, caused this Primarch's strength to increase dozens of times.

Endless flames emanated from his body, transforming into the raging fire of vengeance that scorched the Nurgle demons before him.

"Now!" With the roar of the Fire Dragon Lord, the salamander fleet on the track simultaneously unleashed a barrage of flames.

Engulfing the Death Guard's plague phalanx, the Ultramarines seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack, with the vanguard led by Guilliman's son, Cato Sicarius, piercing the demonic lines like silver lightning.

The reinforcements sent by Rhodes, Space Marines from the Space Garrison, also joined the battle at this time, launching an attack under the leadership of Vice Commander Tydaros.

As the surviving Nurgle demons attempted to regroup, the sky was suddenly dyed dark red.

Vulcan sneered, unfurling dragon wings made of pure flames behind him, transforming into a burning comet as he charged straight into the enemy ranks.

He grabbed the jaws of the largest dragon in mid-air, his arm muscles, empowered by psionic energy, unleashing a power that could tear stars apart, ripping the demonic creature in two. Its rotting entrails rained down on the fleeing plague warriors below.

On the ground battlefield, the Salamander Terminators drove their flamethrower tanks, the "Purifiers," overrunning the scattered Chaos Cultists.

Each vehicle's exhaust pipe spewed white-hot flames blessed by Vulcan, burning the creep spreading through Nurgle's Garden to ashes. The Ultramarines' strike cruiser, Macragge's Pride, seized the opportunity to unleash a barrage of fire from its newly installed plasma macrocannons, blasting the attempting Plague ship into fluorescent green fireworks in near-Earth orbit.

"Salamanders! Advance!" Vulcan's roar shook the earth, his body still surrounded by blazing psionic flames.

The Salamander Space Marines roared as they charged forward, fighting for their Primarch, their lava-spraying weapons tearing through walls of fire in the enemy ranks.

The Ultramarines followed closely behind, the roar of their bomb guns and the cold glint of their power swords weaving a web of death.

Rhodes's genetic offspring, wielding Pedanian weapons, emitted pale blue rays, annihilating the chaotic demons one by one.

Behind the routed Chaos army, a twisted warp rift suddenly opened—Typhons, the Plague Lord and the new commander of the Deathguard Legion, appeared.

He appeared leading all the elite Death Guards, his decaying Terminator armor crawling with maggots, his plague scythe dripping with a venom that corrodes everything.

"Vulcan! Your flame will eventually be extinguished, but the plague of the Father will live on forever!"

"I will slay you here, just as I defeated Mortarion. The era of you Primarchs is over; our era has begun."

Typhons roared and swung his scythe at the Primarch.

Vulcan sneered, and the warhammer and scythe collided, the energy shattering the ground within a hundred meters.

“Your master has been captured alive, and you are nothing but the next piece of trash to be burned.” His attacks became increasingly ferocious, each strike carrying the fury to burn everything in its path.

You say the era of the Primarchs is over? Then let me show you whether the era of the Primarchs has truly ended.

"Arrogant maggots!" Vulcan's roar tore a burning rift in the warp. The moment his warhammer collided with Typhons' plague scythe, the energy that erupted vitrified the soil within a hundred meters radius, and the terrifyingly high temperature seemed to melt everything.

Flame Golza can be considered the most suitable cosmic beast for the Lord of Fire Dragons, after being transformed into a cosmic beast.

The intense heat of Flame Golza, tempered by stellar energy, is inaccessible to mortals, not even to Astartes.

Typhons' decaying Terminator armor twisted in the intense heat, maggots bursting into foul-smelling pus in the gaps between the armor plates, yet his laughter remained hoarse and grating.

"You cannot burn away the blessings of my loving father! My great and loving father shelters me."

The new commander of the Death Guard suddenly exerted his power, and thick plague mist spewed from his scythe, attempting to corrode Vulcan's weapons.

However, the Fire Dragon Lord's warhammer had already been tempered to immortality by the power of cosmic beasts—the fire lizard runes on the hammer suddenly lit up, incinerating the poisonous mist before it even got close. Vulcan seized the opening and delivered an uppercut to Typhon's jaw.

"This punch is for the Empire you betrayed!" The Primarch's iron fist, carrying the heat of a star's core, shattered Typhon's helmet instantly. His rotting face carbonized and peeled away in the flames, revealing stark white bones.

The blessing of Kennen caused his flesh and blood to regenerate wildly, and the rotten muscle fibers healed like worms.

"It's no use, Vulcan! I have long since transcended the mundane cycle of life and death—" Typhon laughed wildly as he swung his scythe, the blade slicing through Vulcan's shoulder armor, leaving a trail of corrosion that emitted green smoke.

But the next second, the undead nature within the fire dragon's body erupted, and the wounds healed instantly in the flames.

"Then let's see if your plague is more tenacious, or my wrath is eternal!" You idiot, don't think you're the only one with strong regenerative abilities. Learn about the advantages of the undead!
I am the most resilient of the Primarchs, and after fusing with the Cosmic Beast, Vulcan's regenerative abilities are even stronger.

Suddenly, Vulcan dropped his hammer and gripped Typhon's shoulders with arms like molten steel clamps. Incandescent purifying flames burst from his palms, igniting the Death Guard commander's body from within.

Typhon screamed inhumanly, his internal organs boiling in the heat, maggots bursting in his blood vessels, yet the blessing of Negri still made him struggle endlessly.

“I told you—you can’t burn me!” Typhon’s rotting lips twisted into a ferocious grin. He suddenly lowered his head and spewed a concentrated torrent of plague from his mouth, shooting it straight at Vulcan’s face.

At the critical moment, the Fire Dragon Lord's eyes burst forth with dazzling golden light, and a wall of fire formed from the energy of a cosmic beast appeared out of thin air, evaporating the venom completely.

"Your tricks end here."

Vulcan's voice was like the roar of a forge. Suddenly, a pair of dragon wings made of pure flames unfurled from his back, and he transformed into a burning meteor, carrying Typhons high into the sky.

After merging with the cosmic beast, he can easily fly into space. This time, he is going to completely eliminate this so-called new legion commander.

The fire salamanders unleash their fury upon Nurgle, the god of chaos, and avenge the mortals who perished from the plague of the gods.

(End of this chapter)