Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

A new expedition is in full swing. Yang Cheng, who owns an entire parallel world's human empire, and his 21 non-rebellious primarchs have almost swept across the Holy Land of the Empire.

And then, their goal is to go to the dark side of the empire and support Dante, the commander of the Blood Angels Chapter in this world.

Now everything is ready, the only thing left is the last task, which is to connect to the webway.

Yang Cheng planned that the first advance team would pass through the Nakmond Corridor of the Great Rift and directly reach the Alert Star, then release the space bridge as a teleportation point and arrange for the first batch of personnel to enter the Alert Star to build the webway node.

As for how many people would be sacrificed, Yang Cheng didn't know. He only knew that sacrifice was the cornerstone of the empire.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's increasingly resembling the me from ten thousand years ago."

Neos's transformed body leaned forward slightly, his golden eyes flashed with a playful light, and the corners of his mouth curled up in an arc that seemed like a smile but not a smile.

He shook his head lightly, with a hint of ridicule and helplessness in his tone: "Tsk tsk tsk, Yang Cheng, ah Yang Cheng, your cold and boring look is really becoming more and more like me ten thousand years ago."

Hearing this, Yang Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes still as cold as ice.

He slowly turned around and looked directly at the phantom of Neos. His voice was low and calm: "Cold and boring? Perhaps. But at least, I didn't drive my twenty-one sons crazy like some people did."

"Oh shit! If it weren't for the fact that my body was fixed to the golden throne! I swear I would kick your ass real hard!"

Neos' smile froze on his face instantly, and a barely perceptible fluctuation flashed in his silver-white eyes.

He was silent for a moment, then he let out a low sigh, his tone carrying a hint of self-mockery and helplessness: "Oh, you really are... so sharp. The catastrophe thirty thousand years ago was indeed my fault that I cannot avoid..."

"But you have to know that the situation at that time was much more complicated than it is now. The corruption of Chaos, the ambitions of the primarchs, and that damn fate... everything was pushing me towards that irreversible ending."

Yang Cheng stared at him coldly, his tone still indifferent: "Destiny? Maybe. But I will not let our future repeat your mistakes. Even if it costs me my life, I will make mankind great again..."

Neos's phantom shook slightly, as if Yang Cheng's words had pierced some corner of his heart.

He was silent for a moment, and finally smiled bitterly: "I hope you won't sit on the Golden Throne with me."

"Neos, your uncle! Can you please say something nice! I will never sit on a golden toilet in my life."

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, someone is anxious, I can't say more."

Neos's phantom gradually dissipated, and his last voice echoed in the air: "Forget it, I'm going to sleep, you can do whatever you want."

As Neos' figure completely disappeared, Yang Cheng's eyes remained as cold as before.

In the distant starry sky, the cracks in the Nakmond Corridor were slowly opening, like a giant mouth, waiting to swallow everything.

Yang Cheng knew that the road ahead was full of unknowns and dangers, but he did not hesitate at all.

However, for the future of the empire, he was willing to pay any price - even if the price was his soul.

At the same time, the Empire's fleet assembled in the void, like a sea of ​​steel. The roar of the warships' engines echoed in the silent space, like the roars of one giant beast after another.

The armor of each warship is engraved with the Empire's double-headed eagle emblem, symbolizing the supreme authority and indomitable will of mankind.

The core of the fleet is the flagship, the "Eternal Blade". This huge battleship is like a sword drawn from its sheath, sharp and imposing.

At first, there was silence in the void.

The faint glow of the starlight sprinkled on the armor of the warships, as if covering this huge fleet with a layer of silver gauze.

At the entrance of the Nakmond Corridor, the space was as calm as a mirror, without any ripples. The crew members also relaxed, as if this mission was not as dangerous as rumored.

"Report! The subspace jump point has been locked, and the fleet is ready to enter the subspace!" The navigator's voice sounded in the bridge, with a hint of relief and anticipation.

Fleet Commander Aldus stood on the command platform with a firm and calm look.

He was a seasoned veteran who had led fleets through the Warp countless times, but this mission was clearly more dangerous than any of his previous ones.

He took a deep breath and gave the order in a deep voice: "All fleets, prepare to enter the warp. Shields fully opened, and engine power increased to maximum. After entering the warp, maintain a tight formation and do not make any mistakes."

The moment the order was given, the roar of the engines of the entire fleet suddenly intensified, the shield systems of the battleships began to operate at full capacity, and blue energy barriers flashed on the surface of the battleships.

With a low hum, the fleet's vanguard warships began to slowly enter the subspace jump point, and ripples appeared in the void, as if a stone was thrown into the water.

The atmosphere inside the bridge of the Eternal Blade was extremely solemn.

Aldus stared at the monitor in front of him with a sharp gaze. He knew that after entering the subspace, the real challenge had just begun.

The moment the fleet completely entered the subspace, the surrounding scene suddenly distorted.

At first, there was an eerie calm in the warp, as if there was an endless void, with only a faint golden light flickering in the distance.

The crew members felt a little relieved, as if this crossing would not be as dangerous as rumored.

However, this calm did not last long.

Suddenly, a low roar came from the depths of the warp, as if a giant beast was awakening from its slumber.

The surrounding scene suddenly distorted.

The originally dark void was replaced by a chaotic vortex, and colorful energy flowed freely in the void, as if countless poisonous snakes were wriggling in the darkness.

The storm in the warp is like a mad painter, painting everything with chaotic strokes.

Immediately afterwards, a violent warp storm swept in like a raging wave, chaotic energy surged wildly in the void, and purple lightning shuttled in the darkness, making a shrill scream.

"Shield energy is dropping sharply! Subspace erosion is intensifying!" The voice of the technical priest sounded in the bridge, with a hint of panic that was hard to conceal.

Aldus' brows were furrowed, his eyes fixed on the monitor in front of him.

He knew that the storm in the warp was not only a physical threat, but also a mental devastation to the crew.

He gave the order in a deep voice: "All fleets, maintain formation! Concentrate the supply of shield energy, and abandon any ship that deviates from the route!"

At this moment, a golden light suddenly bloomed in the void.

The light did not come from any warship, but emerged from the depths of the warp, as if an invisible god was watching them.

The golden light slowly enveloped each warship like a warm tide, dispelling the chaos and darkness in the warp.

"That's... Praise the Emperor!! " an officer exclaimed in a low voice, with awe that was hard to conceal in his voice.

However, the Emperor's blessing did not deter the forces of Chaos.

Instead, the storms of the Warp grew more violent, as if angered by the Emperor's meddling.

The purple lightning coiled around the golden barrier like a giant snake, making a piercing hissing sound.

In the void, countless twisted figures loomed, whispering, mocking, trying to erode the will of the crew.

Suddenly, four completely different energies emerged from the depths of the Warp. They were like four giant beasts, pouncing on the fleet from four directions of the void.

Each energy represents the power of a Chaos Evil God. Their colors and shapes are different, but they are all filled with the aura of destruction.

Red rage swept in from the left side of the void like a burning flame.

That is the power of the Blood God Khorne, its energy is filled with endless desire for killing and war.

The red energy transformed into countless blood-red battle axes, madly chopping at the Emperor's golden barrier, making a deafening roar.

"The port side shield is damaged! Energy leakage!" an officer reported loudly with a slight tremor in his voice.

Aldus did not hesitate at all and gave the order in a cold voice: "Shut down the non-essential systems on the port side and transfer all the energy to the shield. Keep moving forward without any mistakes."

The blue power of deception was approaching from the right side of the void. It was the power of Tzeentch, the god of change, and its energy was like a twisted mist, trying to penetrate into the minds of the crew.

The blue energy took the form of countless whispering faces, mocking, tempting, trying to drive the crew mad.

"Report! The starboard shield collapsed! Energy leakage!" another officer reported loudly, with a hint of despair in his voice.

Kahn Aldus' brows furrowed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

He knew that the fleet's sacrifice was inevitable. He said in a deep voice: "Keep moving forward, move forward by any means necessary."

At this time, green decay slowly rose from below the void.

That is the power of Nurgle, the Plague God. Its energy is like a rotten quagmire, trying to corrode all life.

The green energy transformed into countless wriggling maggots, which crawled on the golden barrier, making a disgusting hissing sound.

"Report! Unknown corrosion phenomenon has appeared on the lower deck, and the shield energy continues to decrease!" There was a hint of panic in the technical priest's voice.

Aldus stared at the monitor in front of him, with a trace of anxiety in his eyes. He knew that if the Emperor's blessing could not continue, the entire fleet would be buried here.

The purple power of desire also poured down from above the void.

That is the power of Slaanesh, the god of joy. Its energy is like a cloud of psychedelic smoke, trying to lure the crew into endless pleasure and indulgence.

The purple energy transformed into countless seductive faces, which whispered and sang, trying to undermine the crew's will.

"Report! The crew's mental state is abnormal and some personnel are out of control!" There was a hint of despair in the communications officer's voice.

Just as the fleet was about to be completely devoured by the power of the four Chaos Gods, the Emperor's golden light suddenly became more dazzling.

His psychic energy was like a torrent, instantly infusing into the shield system of every warship and restabilizing the barriers that were about to collapse.

The golden light and the power of the four Chaos Evil Gods intertwined together to form an unprecedented energy storm.

In the void, five forces collided violently, making a deafening roar.

Red rage, blue deception, green decay, purple desire and golden brilliance are intertwined, as if it is a war between gods.

Each force was trying to overwhelm the other, and the void was filled with the breath of destruction and rebirth.

"The Divine Emperor... he is buying time for us!" Kahn Aldus whispered, his voice filled with uncontrollable enthusiasm.

Finally, after a long ordeal, the vanguard of the fleet broke through the core of the storm.

The void ahead gradually returned to calm, and the outline of the Alert Star was faintly visible in the distance.

However, the fleet's losses were also heavy - more than a third of the ships were left forever in the storm.

The golden light slowly faded away, as if a god was silently leaving. Aldus turned around and looked at the officers behind him. His voice was low and firm: "Record the names of all the victims. Their achievements will be forever engraved in the history of the empire."

The bridge was silent, with only the low roar of the engine echoing. Aldus's eyes were cast towards the Vigilant Star in the distance.

At this moment, a dazzling light suddenly flashed in the distant void. It was a huge fleet, sailing towards them in a neat formation.

At the heart of the fleet is a massive ship of the line, the insignia of the Blood Angels Chapter etched upon its armour.

At this moment, the dark side's imperial warships have already arrived. Dante is leading a huge fleet, and they are here to meet this fleet.

Dante is the current Chapter Master of the Blood Angels and Regent of the Dark Side of the Imperium.

He was appointed Regent of the Dark Side of the Empire by Robouti Guilliman after the Destruction of Baal, responsible for managing the Empire's loyal forces on the Dark Side.

Dante's duty is to maintain order in the Empire on the other side of the Great Rift, while resisting invasions from Chaos and other foreign enemies.

"Report! It has been confirmed that the fleet ahead is the Imperial Fleet, and the flagship is the 'Eternal Blade'." An intelligence officer trotted over to Dante and reported in a low voice.

Dante nodded slightly, his voice low and powerful: "All fleets, prepare for support. Open the communication channel and contact Commander Kahn Aldus."

The communication channel was quickly connected, and Aldus appeared on the battleship's screen. Although his face was tired, his eyes were still firm.

He bowed his head slightly, with a hint of respect in his tone: "Master Dante, thank you for your support. Our fleet suffered heavy losses in the warp storm, but the mission has been accomplished."

A hint of approval flashed in Dante's eyes, and his voice was low and firm: "You did a good job. You all did a good job. Your sacrifice and courage will be remembered forever by the Empire."

The two fleets reunited in the void, and the warships of the Blood Angels Chapter quickly deployed to provide cover for the damaged Imperial fleet.