Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

“Take a seat”

Hut sat in the center, next to him were Tyco and several other alien races.

"Lord Hu Te, is the Star Alliance coming to an end?"

A national representative stood up tremblingly, and then asked anxiously.

"Of course, our prophet has given the order. Humanity is very likely to be a natural disaster, and we are going to trample this natural disaster under our feet."

Hu Te looked at the representatives around him and said impassionedly.

"My lord, what are you going to do?"

"It's very simple? The prophet has determined that there is a lone fleet of the Human Empire in a route. At most, the enemy can only support a few frigates and cruisers."

"what do you mean………………"

"Why don't we help them, seize their warships and develop counter-weapons?"

"But our military strength is not enough."

"Don't worry, you are only responsible for holding them back, the real main force is us."

Hu Te waved his hand, and then motioned for someone to come in.

"Keller, one of the best generals in our Star Alliance, is responsible for commanding all your fleets. When facing humans, we must share the same hatred and must not fight among ourselves."

"Our warships will quickly approach the human warships, and then quickly carry out gang-hopping activities."

"According to what the prophet said, there are only about 1003 combat members on that ship. We only need to lightly carry out gang jumping. We can carry hundreds of thousands of gang jumping warships to kill them."

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"Who cares about me so much?"

Angron sneezed and then looked at the people around him and asked.

"I don't know, father, maybe it's His Majesty the Emperor."

Standing next to Angron was Karn, Gale, who was the former commander of the War Hounds Legion, and several other famous figures.

"Lucius, why are you here, you bastard?"

Honso looked at the Space Marine wearing purple armor in front of him in confusion, and then turned to look at his father, Perturabo.

"Luojia asked me to come, and it was called to cultivate brotherly feelings."

Perturabo was still as marble as ever, but the good news was that he had accepted the Emperor deep within.

"Do you like my sculpture?"

Perturabo took out a stone sculpture he had made. He was very satisfied with his current life. He could usually use his strong ships and cannons to open the gates of alien countries, and he could do art in his room during his breaks.

Angron wanders around when he has nothing to do, and occasionally comforts some sad people. Angron's psychic ability is that he can clearly feel the emotions of others, and can even transform other people's emotions into his own power.

Lorgar's life basically consists of accompanying the state religion on missionary missions from time to time, and then preaching the truth and sacred scriptures of the empire.

A total of nearly 1000 Space Marines from both sides came. The Primarch brought his own Primarch Guards and the Space Marines of the Second Company, as well as many "Mars students".

There are quite a few crouching dragons and phoenixes on this battleship. There was Erebus, the Word Bearer, who is now working as a fighting partner for the Space Marines. Later, there are Honso, Lucius, Karn, Shuron and other all kinds of warriors. Talent.

"It's a pity that Abaddon didn't come, otherwise I wouldn't have let you as a fighting partner, right?"

Kahn looked at Erebas, who was bruised and swollen in front of him, and snorted coldly, and then started fighting with him.

Ten seconds later, Erebas was pinned to the ground by Kahn, with several more punch marks on his face.

"How long will I have to endure beatings here?"

"Not much, the Emperor has given orders. You can rejoin the Empire after every one of our Space Marines beats you up. Not much, probably a few million more times."

Kahn said and gave Erebus another electric cannon.

"Logar"

On a long table, Lorgar, Angron, and Perturabo were communicating.

Every time they communicated, they would first brag about their achievements, such as who had conquered several planets, who had killed several alien heretics who had blasphemed the emperor, and so on.

"What are you going to do if the war ends one day?"

Angron asked, looking at the two Primarchs who were brothers.

"If this day comes, I hope to return to my hometown and study art."

Perturabo spoke first.

He was almost tired of being dominated by others in war, but the Emperor gave him encouragement, and he was willing to sacrifice everything for the Emperor.

"To be honest, at this level of the Primarch, I should go and study with my father."

Lucius discussed quietly beside him.

"Next time you practice fighting with me, Lucius"

"what?"

Lucius was stunned for a moment when his name was called, and then began to tremble. Perturabo Fighting was really attacking other people's vital points.

It can range from a bruised nose and swollen face to a one-month trip to the hospital.

"After the war is over, I want to lead a group of people to participate in the revision, compile the Imperial Holy Words and the Imperial Truth, and spread the Emperor's thoughts throughout the galaxy."

Just as several Primarchs were chatting happily, an inappropriate thing appeared.

"Father, two Primarchs, we have discovered that the enemy battleship group is approaching us."