Chapter 672: War Against the Demons (2)

Following Vulkan's order, hundreds of Salamanders Space Marines transformed into a green torrent of steel, and with a battle intent to incinerate all filth, they charged down the hills with a boom!

In the Demon Territory, a Lesser Demon was using its sharp claws to cut a piece of flesh from a long-dead Human.

Just as this Lesser Demon stuffed the flesh into its mouth, it was kicked away by a Lava Troll; the nearly 10-meter-tall Lava Troll grabbed the food the Lesser Demon had just cut and threw it directly into its mouth.

Following the troll's swallowing motion, a plume of black smoke rose from the troll's mouth.

The Demon General was currently watching two Lesser Demons fight each other with great interest; as one Lesser Demon's body was pierced by a Claw, the Hellfire burning on the Claw scorched the body of the pierced Lesser Demon.

And the Lesser Demon that killed its own kind, after pulling out its Claw, bowed to the Demon General, waiting for the General's reward.

Just as the General was preparing to bestow some reward upon this Lesser Demon, it suddenly felt the earth shake and the mountains sway.

Casually giving this Lesser Demon a wisp of Black Qi as a reward, the Demon Alien spread the bat wings on its back and flew into the sky; through the thick Black Fog, it saw a Human unit of just over a hundred people charging down from a hill.

No, not just this unit, there were more behind.

As Chimera Armored Vehicles and Leman Russ Tanks crossed the hills, a hint of amusement flashed in the Demon General's crimson eyes.

Humans dare to attack Demons? Simply overestimating their own strength!

Clearly, this Demon General had not yet realized the danger, and it signaled the nearby Lesser Demons and other elite Demons to launch an attack on those Humans.

And the Black Fog in the sky also surged toward the Salamanders Space Marines charging at the very front along with the Demons.

"Bathed in the fires of war, forged on the anvil of battle!"

The Salamanders Space Marines following behind Vulkan, upon seeing those Demon Aliens also beginning to charge toward them.

Only felt their blood surging, and they roared in the communication channel.

The battle, at the moment of contact, entered its climax and immediately presented a one-sided crushing momentum.

The Lesser Demons charging at the very front, their twisted bodies and Claws burning with Hellfire, were fragile and pathetic in front of the Salamanders Space Marines.

Claws scratched against the MK2 Power Armor, leaving only shallow scratches, while waiting for the Lesser Demons were the powerful counterattacks of the Salamanders Space Marines.

Salamanders Space Marines wielding Chainswords charged into the enemy ranks.

The Chainswords in their hands easily cleaved the limbs of the Lesser Demons.

A Lesser Demon that attempted to cleave a Salamanders Space Marine's skull with a Battle Axe had the axe cleaved in two by a Chainsword just as it was raised; yellow-green pus and viscera splashed everywhere, and the pungent stench was blocked by the power armor's air filtration system.

Some Black Qi would emerge from the corpses of some Lesser Demons, and this Black Qi would completely merge into the Black Fog in the sky.

There were also some Lesser Demon corpses that would entirely transform into Black Qi and merge into the Black Fog.

Some Salamanders Space Marines holding Combi-Flamers sprayed scorching Promethium flames at the charging Lesser Demons, and the intense flames swept across the fan-shaped area in front.

The Lesser Demons let out shrill screams in the high temperature capable of melting Steel, and then turned into Ashes.

Where the flames passed, they left behind a charred, smoking vacuum zone and twisted remains.

While Huokan's Chainsword cleaved a Lesser Demon's skull, he smashed his left fist fiercely into the knee of a Minotaur Daemon attempting to attack with a giant mace.

"Crack!"

The 6-meter-tall Minotaur Daemon's leg bone snapped at the sound, and its massive body lost its balance and crashed to the ground with a boom.

Huokan did not pause; the Chainsword pierced the skull of this fallen Minotaur Daemon, and with the roar of the Chainsword, filthy blood and brains splattered.

The wave of Demons crashed into this wall of steel formed by the Salamanders Space Marines and was instantly smashed to pieces.

The MK2 Power Armor was stained with the filthy blood of Demons, but the movements of the Salamanders Space Marines did not lag in the slightest, killing the charging Aliens with the swiftest of actions.

However, the most eye-catching one was that green figure charging at the very front—Vulkan.

The existence of a Primarch is itself the eye of the storm on the battlefield.

A Lava Troll with a physique a head taller than Vulkan, brandishing a giant axe burning with Hellfire, roared as it charged toward Vulkan, attempting to challenge this massive threat.

It radiated a bloodthirsty aura several times stronger than its ordinary kin.

Vulkan did not even look at it directly. At the moment the giant axe was about to fall.

"Bang——!!"

A dull, thunderous sound that made the earth tremble!

The Warhammer in Vulkan's hand struck first despite starting later, and with peerless force, he swung it from bottom to top.

The hammer head struck the Lava Troll's chin with precision!

The Lava Troll's hideous, Liaya-filled skull exploded instantly!

The hard skull, twisted horns, and filthy brains mixed with blood sprayed backward in a radial pattern for dozens of meters!

Its massive headless body was carried upward for several meters by this terrifying force, before falling heavily to the ground, twitching twice before it stopped moving.

The entire process was fast to the extreme, and the power was terrifying!

Vulkan's movements were concise and efficient; that seemingly powerful Lava Troll could not even withstand a single exchange before him.

Vulkan strode forward, the Warhammer in his hand turning into a whirlwind of destruction. Every swing brought with it a dull, thunder-like sonic boom!

A Plague Troll attempting to sneak an attack from the side was struck in the waist by the sweeping Warhammer.

Its bloated, pus-filled body instantly broke into two, and foul-smelling viscera and corrosive bodily fluids splashed everywhere.

The Demon General saw Vulkan crushing everything, so he flew down to intercept Vulkan; he drew his War Blade burning with black flames, his figure moving faster than an afterimage.

"Die! Human! As long as you die, the others... Boom!"

Before this Demon General could finish speaking, his War Blade was smashed by Vulkan's hammer; the powerful force slammed this Demon General into the ground, and his skull was blown apart instantly.

Any Demon that dared to block Vulkan's path of charge had only one ending.

To be turned into broken chunks of meat or burning residue under peerless physical force.

Vulkan's fighting style was open and grand; every time the Warhammer in his hand fell or swung, it was accompanied by the terrifying sound of Demon bodies bursting and bones shattering.

"For the Lord of Fire Dragons!"

"For the Emperor!"

A Salamanders warrior roared in the communication channel, his voice filled with worship and fanaticism.

He cleaved a Lesser Demon with his sword, his gaze tightly following that invincible green figure.

"The might of the Primarch is unstoppable!"

Another Captain's voice was steady and powerful, and the Combi-Flamer in his hands purified another area once more.

"Follow Father closely! Purify the filth!"

The morale of the Salamanders Space Marines was like a rainbow, and the invincible posture of Vulkan greatly inspired them.

Their speed of advance became faster, and their firepower became even more ferocious.

The resistance of the Demons rapidly collapsed under the dual crushing force of the Salamanders Legion and Vulkan.

Fear began to replace bloodlust.

They no longer charged without fear of death, but instead began to flee.

Vulkan stopped his footsteps, standing upon a "small hill" made of Demon corpses he had personally created.

His reddened eyes swept across the beginning-to-scatter tide of Demons, and his low and majestic voice resounded across the battlefield.

"Advance! Leave none alive!"