Chapter 528: Nocturne Massacre
As a technology tree that humans had already lit up in the 2k period, even in the 40k period, nuclear bombs are still a standing weapon frequently used in legion combat.

This cute little thing that uses fission, fusion or whatever has been widely praised by humans since its appearance, and various unique ways of playing with it have been developed.

According to historical records, in the 20k period years ago, when humans entered the golden age, every household could make a nuclear bomb. Even an eight-year-old child could build one at home.

In Blackwatch, since the Alicias are particularly fond of Nuka-Cola, in order to make these delicious drinks, a large amount of nuclear waste is inevitably produced. These nuclear wastes are collected by Blackwatch for secondary processing and purification, and then made into nuclear bombs for use.

Before every technical sergeant of Blackwatch learns, the first thing they make must be a nuclear bomb from their hometown. In their long lives, they will occasionally make a nuclear bomb to kill time and sell it to other legions to earn some pocket money.

Due to this long-standing habit, Blackwatch's arsenal has accumulated a huge number of nuclear weapons, both large and small, and even nuclear grenades with a killing radius of 200 meters. However, the sales of these weapons were not ideal, and Hogg eventually decided to stop their production.

In the first wave of attacks, Blackwatch dropped a total of 7200 nuclear bombs, and dropped another 7200 after the initial wave of explosions.

Although the power of a single nuclear bomb cannot be compared with that of a whirlwind torpedo, the simple cloaked cockroach believes that if the power is not enough, then the quantity can make up for it. If 14400 nuclear bombs are dropped, they will definitely blow the enemy to pieces and make room for the freshly-made nuclear bombs.

Unlike other rebel legions, the Salamanders are all lunatics. They are all bloodthirsty and do things that even Khorne cannot tolerate. They are a group of antisocial lunatics. Things like human skin and fur are child's play for them. They were the first to invent the demon womb.

During this ten thousand years, countless creatures have been tortured. Just like Blackwatch likes to use nuclear bombs to steal things, the salamanders that have fallen into Nurgle especially love to spread the plague, watching others fester and fester before torturing them to death, and finally decaying into a smelly zombie like themselves.

According to rumors from Dorne, in order to monopolize the favor of their loving father, the Salamanders also engaged in internal strife in the Realm of Nurgle. During these ten thousand years, they have eliminated countless Great Unclean Ones of Nurgle, which can be regarded as an alternative form of reverse loyalty.

Even other Space Marines from the same traitor legions were unwilling to work with these stinkers, completely isolating them, to the point that some of the still loyal Salamanders simply changed their names and declared themselves to be Lorgar's cubs.

There are many things like this, such as the loyalists of the First Legion under the leadership of Luther, who have changed their name to Fallen Angels and vowed to destroy Lion Jonson, the rebellious primarch.

There is also Bjorn of the Space Wolves, the oldest fearless veteran, who is now training wolf cubs in Fenris, always thinking about taking back the other half of Leman Russ's soul.

In this situation which is completely opposite to the situation in his hometown, the more kind Uncle Black is, the more evil the fire lizards here are. They are shot one by one without any innocent people.

Looking at the Nocturne that was completely engulfed by nuclear flames, Guilliman felt empty inside. He always felt that this revenge was different from what he had imagined. Shouldn't it be a one-on-one duel in front of the battlefield, and finally defeating Vulkan after many difficulties to make up for the regret of the late rescue ten thousand years ago? How did it turn out like this?
Perhaps because of similar experiences, Mortarion, who had already made his adoptive father into a pendant, gave advice:

"Guilliman, times have changed. We must not show mercy to the enemy. If you can use whirlwind torpedoes, don't use Titan airborne. If you can use virus bombs, don't fight one-on-one. Even if you fight one-on-one, you must first cover him with saturation fire. If he doesn't survive, it proves that he is a waste and is not worthy of fighting you."

"What you said makes a lot of sense!"

"Of course not. When I shot my adoptive father to death, I felt much better. What's the point of being a Primarch if I don't use a gun?"

Seeing that State Councilor Ogrin had an epiphany, Hogg decided to make further efforts and ordered the fleet to open fire at full power and burn the entire galaxy to a scorched earth. As for whether Vulkan was dead or not, he would blow it up first.

When the encirclement was tightened, the remaining salamanders still wanted to break out, but under the firepower coverage of six legions, this idea was nothing but a pipe dream.

Without a powerful force that could change the situation in an instant, the number of fleets was a symbol of strength. Even without the Legion Fleet, the six Queen of Glory-class battleships were enough to give them a hard time. Just like the Istvan Massacre ten thousand years ago, at this moment, the Salamanders instantly felt the same treatment from the Iron Hands, and were quickly destroyed under the bombardment of equal fire.

After 72 hours of continuous bombing by the Second Empire fleet, there was no intact planet left in the entire galaxy, and it had completely become an interstellar graveyard.

But even if the home planet was destroyed, Hogg didn't believe that Vulkan would die so easily, because he didn't see the Flame at all, and the warp rifts around Nocturne also indicated that his corrupted cousin had escaped into the warp.

The cracks and gaps emitting a decaying green light clearly indicated that the opposite side was the hometown of Fatty Nurgle.

The principle of not pursuing a desperate enemy does not apply to Hogg. You have the fat Nurgle, and I still have the loyal kobolds. If you surrender obediently and get beaten half to death, perhaps I can spare your life. But if you dare to run away, don't blame yourself for being an inhuman.

The power of six legions could sweep away everything in the galaxy. The Primarchs did not hesitate and charged into the warp rift. Hogg also called on his Dog-Man Warmaster at this time.

Without any hesitation, Khorne, who received the summons of his favorite, dropped his game console and launched a full-scale attack on the realm of Nurgle with the Khorne demons.

When he saw the group of lunatics chasing him, Tushan on the Flame was really panicked this time. Looking at his father, who was still desperately repairing his body with only half of his body left, Tushan wanted to surrender on the spot, but he was more afraid of being smashed into a meat paste by the original body with a hammer, so he had to order the ship's engines to start at full speed and flee towards the Father's Garden.

Until now, Tushan still couldn't understand why he had encountered such bad luck. They said they would not be killed if they handed over their guns, but under such insane firepower, it was obvious that they were here to annihilate them completely. All this was a delaying tactic.

There is no doubt that the Salamander was completely defeated, and the defeat was meaningless. If it wanted to survive, it had no choice but to escape to the Father's Garden.

Order the ships to speed up again, regardless of any losses. Only by surviving can they have a chance to make a comeback.

Perhaps sensing the murderous aura from behind, the Fallen Machine Soul of the Flame sprinted with all its might, and finally rushed into the territory of Zhifutian at the last moment.

The rotten and filthy maggot quagmire seemed so beautiful in Tushan's eyes, especially the tall god in the distance, who showed His infinite love.

"Look, Dad, we are back, finally back!"

Even Vulkan, with a ferocious face, smiled at this moment. As long as he was given time, he could make a comeback and take revenge on those despicable bastards.

"You little bastard, you dare to use a whirlwind torpedo to bomb me. Sooner or later, I will pull your white hairy head off. Tushan, why don't you say anything? We have already escaped."

Looking at the dumbfounded offspring in front of him, Vulkan turned around and looked behind him, and then he saw a huge dog eye staring at him from the string window:

"Little guy! Did you just scold my Warmaster?"

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(End of this chapter)