Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

Trannig Planet, Alien Asylum No. 1366.

"All aliens! Stop what you are doing, I have something important to announce to you!"

Taboritsky, the director of the asylum, slowly walked into the field wearing the military uniform of the Human Empire and said.

"The Human Empire has reached an agreement with your various countries. You can take the train to leave the asylum tonight, but your belongings must stay here."

Taboritsky looked at the aliens on the field with a smile and said slowly.

"However, the children and the elderly are leaving first. It will take some time for you to be released."

Taboritsky pretended to be very regretful, sighed and spoke slowly, but these aliens did not notice Taboritsky's uncontrollable joy.

"We are free! We are free!"

"We can finally go back to our original lives! Wuhu!"

"Great! This painful day is finally over!"

Seeing these aliens celebrating happily together, the troops at the shelter just looked at each other and smiled, then turned and left silently.

Soon midnight arrived, and tens of thousands of aliens slowly walked into a steel train holding their children or supporting the elderly.

"No, this isn't right"

A Sekaran mother was holding her child against the crowd. She wanted to leave slowly but was discovered by the soldiers on the spot.

"What's wrong? Don't you want to put your child out of pain?"

The armed guards stopped the mother, and then forcibly pulled the Sekaran out.

"Please, my lord, my child is sick and I wish he could be with me."

"That's it"

The guard responded, then pulled out a laser pistol with his backhand and shot the Sekaran child to death.

"Okay, now you are forgiven, get in the car right now!"

After wiping the brain matter that jumped on his face, the guard pushed the Sekaran female lizardman holding the body into the carriage.

"Okay, let's get started"

Thousands of civilians of all races were pushed into the carriage, and as chains were stuck one after another, some people also noticed something was wrong.

"Sir, I am willing to let my children do manual labor, let it out."

"Although my father is 106 years old, he can still move things and work. Let him out."

"That won't work. Okay, let's get started."

Dark green gas was sprayed from the top of the car and filled the entire car within seconds.

"Help! Help! Help me!"

The aliens slapped against the walls of the carriage, wailing in pain under the influence of poisonous gas.

After more than ten seconds, the sounds in the carriage stopped, and then another ten seconds passed.

The guards with weapons opened the carriage, and what came into view was thousands of alien corpses piled up in mountains.

“Looks good, keep up the good work”

Taboritsky looked at the scene in front of him with a smile and said slowly.

"The rest is up to you, Eichmann."

A man wearing the same imperial uniform walked out of the crowd and began to order the living aliens.

"You devils! Your actions will eventually be punished!"

Some aliens in the crowd stood up and roared at Eichmann.

"Sanctions? Sanctions are only for losers, and we are the winners."

"boom!"

The alien who was still shouting just now turned into a corpse in the blink of an eye.

"You should know your status now! You are not a group of slaves! You are just a group of tools! A group of tools that are worse than slaves! You should pay the price for everything you have done."

At this time, the guard who could no longer contain his emotions roared and rushed forward.

"Look! Look at the people above! My wife! My child! They were defiled and killed by you dirty aliens!"

"Evil begets evil! Alien bastard!"

"Come on! Aren't you very capable of dealing with old, weak, women and children? Come on! Do it!"

The guards holding iron rods began to attack the unarmed aliens. They had seen how these aliens had deceived humans and made humans slaves, and now it was time for revenge.

The guard with a hint of gray hair walked up to the downed aliens and began to briefly describe their crimes.

From small things between people to big things like stabbing human countries in the back by an alien country that he had helped, this veteran told them all.

"Originally I just planned to give you a happy death, but I have thought about it. I want to make your life worse than death."

Eichmann said slowly, and then this asylum, which symbolized death, officially began to operate.

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"Your Majesty the Emperor, let me introduce to you the latest combat machine of the Empire, which I call the Deathbringer."

A creature with an exposed brain slowly walked up to Yang Cheng.

"I transformed this based on the physical results of those spirit races. Not only were their bodies transformed into murderous weapons, but their appearance can also be used as an object to intimidate the enemy."

"I cut off their arms and replaced them with chain swords, separated their nerves and muscles, and then installed their reinforced bones."

"A frontal lobotomy will also be performed and her prefrontal cortex will be cauterized, eliminating any possibility of preserving higher order thinking."

The Deathbringer is equipped with a sealed requiem helmet designed to control the cyborg, shaped like a severed skull connected to the remaining frontal lobe, and a set of chemical syringes implanted in the spine.

In normal standby mode, they would inject medicine through a drug injection pump to keep him calm and unconscious, completely isolated from the outside world. In this state, invisible sounders in their minds are constantly repeated, filled with sacred images, verses and elements of imperial worship, such as symbols of the state religion, images of saints, cycles of hymns, prayers and sermons of priests. Etc., these will be directly instilled into the alien's subconscious, allowing it to feel the emperor's greatness at all times.

During this long and painful process, their thoughts will be completely erased, replaced by an uncontrollable urge to tear their prey to pieces.

"They belong only to the Empire now, and their dirty alien bodies will fight to the death for the Empire."

"But isn't this just a whipping servitor?"

Yang Cheng asked as he looked at this indescribable thing.

"Well, Your Majesty, at least she is taller and scarier than the whipping servitor, and her combat effectiveness is also higher than that of the whipping servitor."

"Practice the truth. If it doesn't work, try replicating the devil's ovary. It's not impossible."