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Vulkan's armor was the most beautiful armor Roche had ever seen. The delicate scales shone like dragon scales, and seemed to breathe as the Primarch moved.

A huge dragon-shaped monster head is nestled on the right side of the armor. It is a carving of a monster called Salamander from Nocturne. Every warrior of the Eighteenth Legion is proud to hunt Salamanders.

Vulkan's height in armor is even close to five meters. Although this height is not worth mentioning compared to the hundreds of meters high of the throne room, when Vulkan stands in place, it still makes people feel that he can hold up the collapsing sky with his hands.

Next to Vulkan was Rogal Dorn, the Imperial Guard's Primarch of the Imperial Fists. Dressed in brilliant golden armor, Dorn was much shorter than his brother, but had the same indelible sense of determination.

"My dear brother, I don't know how much suffering you have gone through, but now... I have returned."

"Are you the only one on Terra? Where are the other brothers? I'm sorry I lost my mind on Macragge and have no memory of meeting my three brothers."

Watching Vulkan and his brothers greeting each other, Luo Xi couldn't help but feel emotional.

The Fire Dragon Lord no longer had the madness and terror he had before, but instead had the mellow feeling of a simple blacksmith.

He did not look like a Primarch, a conqueror, an invincible general and commander, unlike any Primarch Roche had ever seen.

This is what Vulkan really looks like.

Dorn's silver-white hair stood up like steel needles, and wrinkles like ravines penetrated his noble face, between his eyebrows, at the corners of his eyes, and at the corners of his mouth. This chief steward of the Terra Guards had shouldered too much.

He was too tired, and only felt a little better after his brothers returned and support arrived.

But even so, Dorne still had a heavy burden on his shoulders. As far as Roche knew, this stubborn stone of the empire slept for no more than ten minutes a day, and sometimes he even went without sleep for weeks.

Humans always like to deify things they don't understand. They describe the Primarchs with highly complimentary words such as demigods and sons of God.

However, the Primarchs are also human beings. They can get hurt, die, and naturally become tired.

"Welcome back, brother." Dorn stammered for a few seconds, but his stone-like expression once again covered up all his weakness and emotion.

"We need you just when we need you, it's great to have you back."

Vulkan's sensitive heart could feel Rogal Dorn's touch, but his stone brother was not very good at expressing his feelings.

So the Lord of Fire Dragons decided to take the initiative. He bent down from his high position and embraced Dorne with an absolutely warm and sincere attitude.

The tall Terran Guard looked particularly petite in front of Vulkan. He seemed to try to struggle, but even Dorn could not resist Vulkan's absolute power.

He was afraid that his overreaction would hurt the defenseless Vulkan, but the next second, Dorn realized that he was worrying too much.

Vulkan picked up Dorn and lifted up the Stone of the Empire like an adult holding a child.

His muscular body was like a black volcano, and the absolute strength visible to the naked eye was intimidating. Vulkan hugged Dorn tightly with great enthusiasm, and even made a twisting sound of metal intertwining.

Luo Xi felt his teeth aching. Would Vulcan break Dorn's back?

Dorn's face turned pale instantly, but he gritted his teeth and accepted his brother's kindness without saying a word.

"Vulkan's hug is really the most terrifying gesture of goodwill in the galaxy." Luo Xi thought to himself.

The Fire Dragon Lord hugged him for a full minute, and just when his brother was about to expire, he finally released his embrace.

In his huge head, two blood-red eyes sparkled like a dragon's treasure. Vulkan was surprised to see Roxi and immediately shouted.

"I remember you. It was you who examined me in Macragge."

Luo Xi was stunned. He remembered that Vulcan was a charred corpse that was rubbed into charcoal by the atmosphere? He still remembered this? !

Vulkan put Dorn down and turned to run towards Roche.

He suddenly felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. Even Dorn couldn't bear being hugged, and he, a mortal body, was crushed to death by Vulcan.

Luo Xi pushed the prophet Uslan beside him forward, took a half step back, and protected him in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Prophet."

Uslan: ???

Fortunately, Vulkan realized the inappropriateness of his behavior and did not strangle Uslan to death, because it was this Eldar who guided him back to Terra.

Although Vulkan hates the Eldar very much, his home planet Nocturne has suffered greatly from the pillaging of the Dark Eldar and Eldar pirates.

It was not until the Primarch's amniotic capsule fell on Nocturne and grew up that the people of Nocturne united and, under the leadership of Vulkan, drove out their great enemy, the Dark Eldar.

Uslan was somewhat flattered and saluted the Fire Dragon Lord with the etiquette of the Eldar.

"Well, I'm glad you're back. The Emperor has something else to ask of you, Vulkan."

Makado, who had been watching silently on the side, suddenly spoke, and everyone fell silent.

Then, the scepter in the hand of the empire's seal holder flickered, and a faint golden light emerged from his eyes.

Roche knew that the Emperor had once again called down His power, and that He would speak through Malcador's body.

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Roche's heart sank as he watched the Emperor speak to the returning Primarch in the form of psychic possession.

Apparently, the Emperor's condition had deteriorated to the point where he was unwilling to communicate with Vulkan in person.

No, perhaps it was not that he was unwilling, but that he could not. A terrifying psychic vacuum had formed around the Emperor, enough to crush anyone who approached. He could not even control this power perfectly.

"My son, you finally came back to me."

"Vulcan, the most humane of the Eighteenth Son."

The Emperor who possessed Malcador said, although the voice echoing with psychic energy could hardly reveal emotions, everyone still felt an extremely hidden joy.

Vulkan must be one of the Emperor's favorite sons.

The Lord of Mankind was proud of Vulkan's humanity and favored him for it.

"Father...I'm sorry I'm late."

The dark giant slowly bent down, knelt on one knee, his tiger eyes already moist.

The Primarch's tears flowed from the corners of Vulkan's eyes, across the undulating grooves of his skin, and soaked into the hot golden ground.

Malcador stretched out his skinny hand and gently stroked Vulkan's head.

"It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back."

In an instant, the Emperor read what his fateful offspring had experienced after the outbreak of the war.

Since Istvaan's betrayal, Vulkan and most of the Salamanders' warriors have died at the hands of the traitors.

Vulkan's immortal physique caused him to be captured by traitors, especially Konrad Curze, who was deeply tortured by the prophecy and almost completely crazy, and tortured his kindest brother with extremely cruel means.

Curze used every vicious means possible, including chopping off Vulkan's head, digging out his heart, burning him to ashes with a promethium flamethrower, or exiling him into the cold space to freeze him to death.

However, although Vulkan's body was immortal, his will was broken and disordered, and he fell into madness. Even after arriving in Macragge, he was unable to recover.

If it weren't for the awakening and sacrifice of the cult agent John, the Lord of Fire Dragon would probably still be in confusion.

"When I met him, the Sons of Vulkan had just defeated those who coveted the body of their Gene-Father," said Uslan, recalling his experience of leaving the solar system and traveling to Nocturne.

"The most dangerous of these is a group of traitors of the Death Guard who were exiled from the Legion by Mortarion and who have come up with the terrible idea of ​​seizing Vulkan's body in exchange for the forgiveness of the Gene-Father."

Luo Xi took a breath. He could imagine how terrifying the scene was. Captain Zaithos of the Salamanders and First Captain Atelus Numion were driving a lonely fleet, trying to return to their home planet to resurrect Vulkan.

Enemies continue to come one after another, and the corpse of a Primarch is truly a priceless treasure, especially the corpse of Vulkan, who is an immortal.

The emperor's most advanced biological genetic technology is contained therein, and countless people are eager to crack the secrets in order to gain more powerful strength.

"So it was you who guided Vulkan to return again?" Luo Xi asked.

After Vulkan was killed by Agent John's lightning stone spear, his immortal physique did not revive him.

But the Eldar prophet shook his head.

"It was not me. In fact, it was Vulcan's descendant Numion who realized the essence of rebirth - the nirvana of spirit, ideals, and determination."

Even the Eldar, who held a great hatred for the Salamanders, admired and awed the sacrifice made by the Son of Vulkan.

"Numion understood everything. Having experienced the betrayal of Isstvan and the death of the Gene Father, this veteran of the Legion decided to embrace his own death. He jumped into the volcano of Nocturne in a self-sacrificing way."

"He wanted to sacrifice himself in exchange for the return of the Gene Father. In fact, he really did it. When the Salamanders' search and rescue team arrived, they did not find Numion, but only saw Vulkan who had returned again."

One life for another?

Luo Xi murmured in his heart, this sounds very metaphysical, but it really exists in this universe.

The death of a son brought about the resurrection of his father. Perhaps Numion really made some deal with the Most High and achieved his goal.

And was Vulkan even more heartbroken when he saw this scene?

Beneath the cheerful and sunny appearance of the Fire Dragon Lord, perhaps there is a very deep sadness hidden. His brother, his son, and his father all paid a heavy price in this ambitious betrayal.

The Emperor's voice continued to echo in the air.

He wielded his psychic powers and raised the strange hammer in Vulkan's hand.

In the past, Vulkan's weapon was Dawnbringer, the powerful weapon with teleportation ability that beat Curze up.

But after returning from Nocturne, Vulkan's weapon was replaced with a strange hammer called "Burning Hands".

Even Vulkan himself had no memory of it, and it seemed that instinct drove him to forge this mysterious weapon.

However, the Emperor peeled off a palm-sized piece of metal from one end of the hammer and placed it in front of him with great solemnity.

"This is the Seven Hammers Amulet. It is the final insurance that I will guide you to forge."

The Emperor spoke slowly, sadness finally showing in his tone.

He knew the significance of the Amulet of Seven Hammers, a treasure forged for the final moment.

"My son, you will stand beside my throne holding the Amulet of Seven Hammers. The Amulet of Seven Hammers has incredible power. It can completely shatter the Warp and can also completely shatter Terra."

Suddenly, all the listeners were moved. No one did not believe the Emperor's words. This amulet, which was only the size of a palm, actually had the power to completely destroy Terra.

And did the Emperor create it because he really thought the chances of winning were slim?

"This is just the worst-case scenario. If I am defeated by Horus, Terra will never be allowed to fall."

The emperor's tone was forceful and he would not tolerate any rebuttal or disobedience.

"The human race's home planet would rather be destroyed than fall into the hands of Chaos. If it really comes to that, Vulkan, you need to destroy the Amulet of the Seven Hammers and detonate the Golden Throne. The power of destruction will wipe out the Webway and all Warp creatures under the palace."

"Not only that, the self-destruction of the mother planet symbolizes the decline of human destiny. I will use this power to severely damage those four damned Chaos Gods."

"Humanity can perish, but the Four Gods must be taken with them!"