Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"I refuse, my brother..." Vulkan said calmly.

Hearing this, Horus froze in his place as if struck by lightning. He stared at Vulkan in disbelief with his eyes wide open.

You know, in the past, when he followed his father to collect other Primarchs, those brothers were all full of blood and couldn't wait to join the battlefield, wishing to kill all alien creatures immediately.

However, the Vulkan standing before him at this moment was completely different from any of his brothers he had ever met.

"Why? Vulkan, you..." Horus frowned and stared at him with a puzzled look. Vulkan smiled slightly, revealing an indescribable calmness and composure.

"I have no interest in becoming a conqueror, and I have no interest in war. The reason I slaughtered those Eldar soldiers was simply because they brazenly invaded our home, Nocturne." Vulkan explained slowly.

"Uh..." Horus didn't know how to respond for a moment. At this moment, he was filled with astonishment and confusion. In his impression, this tall and mighty man in front of him, who was several meters taller than him, should be a more ferocious person than Angron and Leman Russ. But now it seems that he is much more... gentle than he imagined?

"If I hadn't just witnessed you executing those hateful invaders with that huge hammer, I would have believed your words..." Horus couldn't help but muttered. Although his voice was not loud, it was still clearly heard by Vulkan.

"It was not my intention to massacre them. I was just defending against their invasion."

After saying those words expressionlessly, Vulkan turned his head resolutely and left the place with firm steps.

However, Horus was not discouraged. He followed closely behind Vulkan's tall figure, like a persistent hunter who would not let go of his target.

"What will it take for you to willingly follow me?" Horus walked quickly to Vulkan's side and asked breathlessly. His anxious expression formed a sharp contrast with Vulkan's calmness.

Vulkan turned his head slightly, and looked down at his companion who was several meters shorter than him, and then responded calmly: "According to what you said, the great expedition has already gathered countless outstanding warriors. How could it lack an insignificant person like me? In this case, what else do you need me to do?"

"I just want to be an ordinary blacksmith. I have no interest in the bloody and cruel war." Vulkan calmly expressed his true thoughts, slowly turned around and walked towards the hot furnace again.

Without hesitation, he reached out and picked up the heavy hammer beside him, raised it high, and then smashed it hard on the red-hot iron block. Sparks flew and the crisp knocking sounds echoed throughout the workshop.

"The life I yearn for is just to stay here quietly and be a blacksmith who lives in peace with the world. It's that simple." Vulkan did not stop the movement of his hands at all, concentrating on the work in front of him, as if nothing in the outside world could disturb him.

Hearing Vulkan's decisive and unyielding words, Horus was stunned. He seemed to be frozen in place and instantly fell into deathly silence.

He stood there like a sculpture, staring at Vulkan's busy back, his mind full of mixed thoughts, but for a moment he seemed to be blocked by something and he didn't know how to refute the other party.

Time passed like this, and the surroundings became so quiet that the only sound was the crisp sound of Vulkan striking the steel.

After several seconds, Horus finally came to his senses. He took a deep breath, and then walked towards Vulkan step by step with slightly heavy steps.

When he came to Vulkan, he paused for a moment, then walked around to the front of Vulkan and stood face to face with Vulkan.

At this time, Vulkan still had his head down, waving the hammer in his hand with full concentration, hitting the red-hot steel hard again and again, while he said slowly: "What? Do you want to stay and have dinner with me?" However, his eyes never left the work in his hands.

Horus shook his head slightly and did not respond to Vulkan's slightly teasing words.

He slowly stretched out his right hand and carefully placed a long sword that was shining with cold light on the workbench in front of Vulkan.

This power sword has an exquisite shape, smooth lines on the blade, and several dazzling gems inlaid on the hilt. You can tell at first glance that it is no ordinary item.

Vulkan just glanced at Horus's sword casually, then praised lightly: "Well, the workmanship of this sword is quite good. But...what are you going to do with it?" While speaking, his hands did not stop moving at all.

Horus looked at Vulkan with firm eyes and said word by word: "Fight me in the traditional way of your planet! If you can defeat me, I will turn around and leave without saying a word; but if I am the winner in the end, you must follow me obediently!" Before he finished speaking, Horus had already stood up and strode towards Vulkan's side without hesitation, looking ready to go.

"I'm really worried that I might accidentally hurt you, my good brother!" Vulkan looked a little worried, and continued in a serious tone, "The traditional customs followed on this planet are far more barbaric than you can imagine."

"Humph, so what?" Horus had a determined look on his face, showing no fear at all. He quickly sheathed the gleaming weapon in his hand, and then responded loudly, "As long as you are willing to leave here with me, nothing else matters!"

Hearing this, Vulkan nodded slightly to show his agreement. At the same time, a trace of admiration flashed in his eyes. He slowly said: "I have to say, I really admire your courage from the bottom of my heart, my brother."

As soon as he finished speaking, Vulkan loosened his grip on the hammer without hesitation, letting the heavy hammer fall heavily to the ground with a dull thud.

Then he took big steps and walked straight to the center of the land.

After reaching his destination, he stopped, raised his arm, stretched out his finger, and pointed at the rolling, towering mountains in the distance.

"See that volcano over there? Right there, lives a group of salamanders. Our next task is to hunt down the largest leader among these salamanders. If we can successfully complete this arduous challenge and kill it, I will go with you without saying a word." Vulkan said, his eyes fixed on the mountains in the distance.

As Vulkan's voice fell, Horus did not retreat at all. He just nodded slightly and replied in a concise and clear manner: "No problem, I agree."