Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

After summoning Malcador, most of Yang Cheng's war points have been consumed, but for Yang Cheng, these war points will be paid back quickly. The empire's assembly line is not built for nothing.

Of course, the three Primarchs were all recalled to meet Malcador.

Lorgar and Angron behaved relatively normally, but Perturabo's stubborn character did not listen. Instead, he was eager to show his power in front of Malcador to ensure his status.

Finally, Perturabo proposed a gladiatorial fight with Malcador to prove his status.

Malcador knew the character of these people. Generally speaking, these people would not obey unless they were treated. He was the one who took care of these Primarchs when the Emperor was conducting research.

Malcador knew the characters of some of the originals very well, and naturally also knew the character weaknesses of these originals.

In this way, Perturabo, who was full of confidence, walked onto the arena, while Malcador walked into the duel arena as usual, holding the scepter with the sculpture of the Imperial Sky Eagle.

In this way, Perturabo was among the countless Space Marines of the Iron Warrior Legion, under the gaze of Honso and other Space Marines.

Perturabo was beaten out of the sky, although not literally, but Perturabo was definitely beaten hard.

He was being tossed around by Malcador's psychic powers, flying around in the arena.

Several times he tried to get close to Malcador, but he was blown away by Malcador's psychic powers.

Perturabo completely lost in the gladiatorial battle. He was well educated by Malcador in full view of the public, and finally succeeded in becoming honest.

"What did I say? You will definitely be beaten badly. Let's see if it works?"

Lorgar looked at Perturabo who was carried out urgently with a smirk, and then said in a mocking voice.

"Indeed, but if my guess is correct, you should be miserable in a while."

Angron still looked at Luojia without a smile and said.

"What do you mean?"

Lorgar felt a chill on his back, and looked at Perturabo looking at him with his swollen face.

"How about we practice fighting, brother?"

Perturabo said as he couldn't help but pull Lorgar into the arena, followed by a series of punches and kicks.

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Obscurity

Belongs to the Calixis sector

planet valera

Population 100 million (human security alone)

Category:Dead World

Tithe level: Level 4, no tax required.

The temperature here is more than ten degrees below zero even at dawn, and even tens of degrees below zero after dark.

A team of Stormtroopers and several Planetary Defense Forces are stationed here, and the planet also has the great function of allowing people across the sector to taste alien-flavored potatoes.

This is a good wasteland, and the empire decided to grow potatoes and produce food here.

On the train, dozens of guards armed with weapons guarded the tens of thousands of captured aliens. Many of them were strong and strong, making them good candidates for pioneering wasteland.

"Everyone stand at attention! It's time for inspection!"

In the dim carriage, soldiers armed with sticks and pistols came to check the lives of these aliens.

"Please, my wife is just asleep! Please!"

"No! Don't take my child away!"

"Why are you doing this? We are non-combatants! We are innocent!"

Ignoring the pleadings of these people, the soldiers quickly lifted the people who had fainted from the cold and then put them out of the window.

The body fell into the abyss.

"How did you deal with us! We are just giving it back to you!"

After finishing handling the corpses, the officer calmly looked at the prisoners with fear on their faces and spoke slowly in a comforting tone.

"You are about to arrive at a new home! A home that is uniquely yours!"

In front of the train, a city-like camp appeared.

"Hurry! Hurry! Move!"

These aliens were driven out like livestock and then lined up in the snowstorm.

The stormtroopers looked at them in neat armor. The armor on their bodies had a temperature regulation system. This extreme cold weather was nothing to them.

"You are here to atone for what you have done! Now I need you to form two square formations! The male side! The female side!"

Under the threat of the electric baton in the hands of the stormtroopers, these aliens separated quickly.

After arranging them neatly, the stormtroopers holding blasters began to check the queue. From time to time, some strong aliens were pulled aside.

"Okay, the rest of these will stay in that house, and the rest will stay in the cafeteria."

Hearing this, the selected strong aliens breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wait, daddy will bring you something to eat."

The team was divided into two parts. The strong ones were taken into the dining hall, while those who were weak had their own place.

They were taken into a black house.

These strong and powerful aliens were brought into a dining hall.

After a while, a stormtrooper who looked like an officer came in and spoke to them in a gentle tone.

"The empire will still show mercy. You are about to eat your most sumptuous meal in recent times. Please wait patiently."

Soon the smell of barbecue wafted over from the blizzard, and chefs one after another brought barbecue platters over.

"Eat! Eat! Remember to work after eating!"

An intriguing smile appeared under the officer's helmet. Stormtroopers armed with blasters patrolled between the dining tables from time to time. Looking at these aliens feasting, a smile appeared under the helmet of the stormtroopers.

"click"

A crisp sound sounded, and a ring fell on the tray. This sound instantly stunned countless aliens who were enjoying the food.

"Eat it!"

The storm trooper came over with a blaster, and then forced it to eat the food.

"boom"

An alien gnawing meat in his mouth was suddenly shot, and then fell face down on the table.

"eat fast!"

These aliens began to eat the barbecue in front of them in order to survive, even though they knew what it was.

From time to time a few aliens refused to eat, but the Empire wouldn't mess with it.

"boom"

A clean shot, and then the body was dragged away.

"Aren't the ingredients already here?"

After the officer finished handling the matter, he returned to the central square, where nearly 1000 million aliens were imprisoned. They relied on this method to determine the food for their next meal every day.