Warhammer: Lord of the Endless Monsters

Chapter 523 Killing Typhons, Slaying Dozens of Great Demons, the Demon Prince

"No! Let me go, you damned—you damned bastard!"

Typhon struggled and cursed wildly, but Vulcan's arms were as unshakeable as a stellar furnace, carrying him straight into the sky.

They pierced through the clouds to the edge of the atmosphere, and the soldiers on the battlefield below looked up to see a second, blazing sun hanging in the sky.

"Accept purification, you damned traitor!" Vulcan pushed his psionic energy to its limit, and his body expanded again under the power of the cosmic beast, with liquid flames gushing from the cracks in his skin.

Typhons finally showed fear. His regenerative abilities began to collapse under such high temperatures. His armor melted into molten iron, and his rotting flesh turned to ashes.

The blessing of the great and benevolent father seems to have already withstood the power of the Lord of Fire Dragons.

"Father...save me..." The Death Guard commander's wailing stopped abruptly—Vulcan ripped his body in two with a single swing of his arms.

Before Typhon's remains could fall, they were incinerated by the Primarch's dragon breath, and even his soul was completely annihilated by the terrifying, scorching fire.

Vulcan swooped down from the sky like a fiery meteor crashing into the enemy ranks, blasting away countless Nurgle demons.

"Typhons are dead! Now, Emperor's angels of death, crush them! Annihilate these traitors of Chaos!"

The Lord of Fire Dragons' warhammer crashed down, the shockwave turning hundreds of Plague Warriors into mincemeat.

This terrifying scene even left some Plague Warriors stunned. Was this the power of the Primarch? This must be a colossal Titan that never tires!

Is this really an opponent we can defeat?
"Roar! The great benevolent father will not fail." Some demon princes and great demons had no intention of retreating.

A dozen or so giant demons, along with the Demon Prince, surrounded the Lord of Fire Dragons, intending to kill this Primarch.

"You can all come at me at once, so I don't have to kill you one by one!"

The roar of Vulcan, the Lord of Fire Dragons, exploded across the battlefield, his seventy-meter-tall giant body resembling a moving volcano amidst the demon horde.

A dozen or so Nurgle archdemons and the demon prince roared simultaneously, as rotting scythes, rusted battle axes, and pus-spurting tentacles attacked from all directions.

The first great demon's plague sword came crashing down, but Vulcan neither dodged nor evaded, letting the blade pierce his burning shoulder—the corrosive iron melted into molten iron the instant it touched the Eternal Flame. "Too slow."

The Primarch grabbed the Great Demon's horn and slammed the pustule-covered head into the ground. The earth cracked open upon impact, and boiling magma gushed from the fissures, engulfing the Great Demon's body.

A demon prince seized the opportunity to attack from behind, its bloated body swelling to fifty meters tall, its rotting bat wings spewing deadly plague spores.

Vulcan's fiery dragon wings suddenly unfurled, their blazing feathers sweeping across like blades, severing the nearest demon prince in half.

The other two plague claws struck the Primarch's back, but were blasted away by the recoil of flames the instant they touched his skin—their arms had already carbonized and disintegrated during their flight.

"Blessing of the Father!" A charred demon struggled to its feet, but before it could finish speaking, Vulcan's warhammer had already smashed into its chest like a meteor.

The salamander runes on the hammerhead erupted with a supernova-like flash, and the great demon's body was ignited from the inside, exploding into a sky full of sparks like a human torch.

It vanished completely under the terrifyingly high temperature.

"Is this all you've got? Is this all Nurgle has to offer? Answer me, demon!" Vulcan's voice boomed like the Earth's core, and the flames burning around him distorted the air within a kilometer radius.

The remaining seven great demons simultaneously unleashed deafening roars, their bloated bodies beginning to merge, pus and rotting flesh intertwining to form a nauseating mountain of flesh.

The remaining Chaos Demons chose to combine all their power to fight this terrifying Primarch.

The fused super-demon was over two hundred meters tall, its abdomen, composed of countless tormented faces, split open, spewing out a torrent of acid powerful enough to corrode interstellar warships.

Vulcan neither dodged nor evaded, but crossed his arms in front of his chest, and suddenly a shield of flames made of pure energy condensed around him.

The acid struck the shield with a piercing hiss, but it could not penetrate the barrier constructed by the power of the cosmic beasts.

“It’s my turn.”

Suddenly, Vulcan transformed his shield into a flaming spear and hurled it through the Great Demon's abdomen.

As the demon howled in agony, the Primarch had already leaped into the air, gripping the hammer with both hands in a home run stance.

It crashed down with unparalleled force, unleashing a burst of flames that shot into the sky! The terrifying explosion was so powerful that even the mortal Space Marines couldn't look directly at it.

The shockwave swept across the entire battlefield, blasting away all the Nurgle Legion within a radius of 100 kilometers. In this battle, Vulcan had almost pushed all the cosmic beast energy within him to its limit.

As the light faded, the spectators witnessed a sight they would never forget—Vulcan knelt in the center of a lava lake a kilometer in diameter, his warhammer melted from overload, yet the Primarch himself remained unharmed in the flames. Even more terrifying, the fragments of demonic souls that had been annihilated were being slowly burned away by the flames surrounding him.

Seeing the situation was dire, the last few demon princes turned to try and escape through a warp rift. Vulcan simply raised his left hand, and several chains of fire instantly wrapped around their ankles.

"You think you can just come and go as you please?" The fire chains suddenly contracted, dragging the demons back to the center of the battlefield.

Today, no great demon or demon prince will escape his grasp; they will all die.

"The Emperor's wrath, my wrath, the Empire's wrath, the wrath of all the mortals you have slaughtered—all these, at this moment, will transform into raging flames."

As Vulcan whispered, a pillar of fire five hundred meters in diameter shot into the sky. This flame of destruction, empowered by the power of the cosmic beast, lasted for several minutes.

When the light faded, no trace of the Nurgle could be found on the battlefield—even the contaminated land had been burned into pure glass crystals.

“This…this is impossible!” A Death Guard company commander knelt down, his Plague Rifle slipping from his trembling hands.

The scene before them shattered the last vestiges of the Chaos Warriors' fighting spirit—they witnessed more than a dozen Archdemons blessed by the Father Nurgle, including the Demon Prince, being burned to ashes by a Primarch.

The surviving Death Guards dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground, wailing in despair.

Their belief in the plague god's blessing seemed utterly ridiculous at this moment. Vulcan, now back to his normal form, approached these traitors.

To everyone's surprise, he did not execute them immediately.

Vulcan strode forward, leaving lava footprints on the scorched earth with each step.

"Tell your Lord of Chaos a message." The Primarch's voice regained its calm, yet was more chilling than its previous roar. "Tell it that the Empire has awakened. Tell them that I will personally purify every world tainted by the plague. Tell them—prepare for humanity's vengeance!"

This was the Primarch's final warning to Chaos, and also the most shocking ending to this epic war.

Lord Vulcan of the Dragonflight only let a few Plague Warriors go back to report; the other Nurgle demons and Chaos cultists are all going to die here.

The surviving Nurgle demons began to flee, some even jumping directly into the warp rifts they had opened. The Mefilas aliens, who had been watching from the sidelines, smiled and used their terrifying telekinetic abilities to seal off the nearby warp portals, leaving these demons with no way to escape.

This battle was truly exhilarating; the Fire Dragon Lord hadn't had many chances to make a move, and he was incredibly excited.

The combat power displayed by the opponent terrified the people of Mefilas. This Lord of Fire Dragons, Vulcan, was a perfect match for his master's fire-attribute cosmic beast, Golza.

Lord of Fire, Vulcan, took a deep breath, and the cosmic beast energy accumulated in his chest transformed into a destructive, scorching dragon breath that erupted forth. The crimson torrent of flames swept across the battlefield, purifying the fleeing demons along with the entire corrupted land.

The Salamanders, along with the Ultramarines and Space Marines of the Space Garrison, unleashed a deafening battle cry and launched their final charge.

The Cosmic Guard Legion sent by Rhodes precisely targeted the fleeing demons with Pedanian rays, and the Ultramarines Vanguard pierced the Death Guard's last line of defense like a sharp sword.

Without its leader, the Chaos Legion collapsed completely; some were engulfed in flames, others were blasted apart by explosive bombs.
When the last of the Great Impures was reduced to charred remains in Vulcan's molten iron grip, the surviving Death Guards finally began a large-scale retreat.

The Lord of Fire Dragons, standing amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, had returned to his normal size. His breath carried the warmth of embers as he addressed Sicarius, who had arrived to join him: "Tell Guilliman that the skies of Macragge belong to humanity once more."

The surviving defenders raised their power swords and pointed them at the stars, a new battle cry echoing throughout the galaxy:

"Homage! To the great Lord of Fire Dragons!"

"Homage to the great Salamander Legion!"

"Long live the Empire!"

Nadu's legions failed. His plague war had brought unimaginable disaster to the Empire in its early stages, but the two plague armies he sent out were defeated by humans in less than a month.

Dozens of archdemons and the demon prince perished in the battle. The corrupted Primarch, the demon prince Mortarion, was captured alive, and Typhon, the Chosen of Chaos, was personally slain by the Lord of Fire Dragons.

With the defeat of the plague army, the corrosive plague unleashed by the benevolent father Nurgle has shown signs of weakening, though it has not completely disappeared.

Meanwhile, on the Beast Planet, under Rhodes's orders, 100 million imperial laborers are working overtime to build a colossal energy amplification device that will reach into the sky. Once this energy amplification tower is completed, all the plagues will be driven away.

In the chaotic subspace, a strange man, entirely black with a pair of raven wings, stood in front of a palace gate.

"Luojia! How long can you hide! Come out and face me."

(End of this chapter)