Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

Lox star

Originally a frontier garden world of the Empire, it is now a planet of the Korhal Federation.

jungle plain

"You bastard, I want you to know what obedience means!"

Three children held steel shovels and pushed another relatively short boy into the pit.

"You dare to fight back?"

A relatively tall boy slapped the shovel in his hand hard on the boy's face. Blood covered the shovel body, and nosebleeds flowed from the boy's nose.

"Did you get the money?"

asked the smaller boy among the three.

"Take it, it's just over 190, bah!"

Another boy spat into the pit.

"Dead? Buried"

Looking at the dying boy in the pit, the three people quickly picked up their shovels and filled the pit with soil.

"How about it? Do you want to make up for it again?"

The pit was half filled, and the salty mud had submerged most of the boy's body in the pit, leaving only his head exposed.

"Would you like to make up for it?"

"Make up"

Looking at the boy who was taking in more air than coming out of the pit, he jumped into the pit alone with a shovel.

The sharp shovel tip was aimed at the boy's face, and he was about to stab it down hard.

“Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish”

The wind blew through the woods, and dozens of figures wearing power armor appeared behind the three boys without anyone noticing.

"What are you doing?"

Kurtz walked behind the three boys and asked in a voice like a ghost from the depths of hell.

"what!"

The boy holding the shovel was suddenly startled, and the shovel fell off to the ground.

Dozens of Space Marines wearing dark blue armor and bearing the bat symbol surrounded the place.

"Savitar, dig him out."

Curze turned his head and looked at the pit. The Night Lords Captain beside him walked to the pit and dug out the boy.

"What do you want to do? What do you want to do? Murder is against the law, murder is against the law!"

Looking at the frightened faces of the three boys, Cozz forced a kind smile.

"We never kill others, we only make friends with them very kindly, especially people like you."

Curze and dozens of Space Marines around him surrounded the three men.

At this time, Koze is no longer the Koze he once was. He was not tormented by the prophecy. Instead, he had a happy conversation with a brother named Angron. Although with the arrival of Angron, there will always be a brother named Lorgar. He is a magic stick, but his mental state is much better.

Nowadays, Curze and his army of Night Lords can be regarded as jealous. Many corrupt personnel in the empire often disappear overnight. When you see them again, you can only see a corpse with skin and internal organs removed. .

"Then we leave?"

"No, no, no, we can't leave now."

The Space Marines of the Night Lords Legion swarmed forward, looking at these three people as if they were cherished toys.

"Are you going to put us in jail? Federal law requires us to..."

"Prisons are for people, but animals should be our guests..."

"what?"

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"Looking better, pharmacist."

The boy was dug out of the pit. At this time, his body was covered with mud and there was a deep scar on his face.

"Well, it's almost ready."

The pharmacist briefly treated the scars on the boy's body and then said.

"He is a civilian of this planet. Do we need to ask anything?"

"No, those three guys are enough."

Curze looked at the children next to him who were playing happily with dozens of Night Lords Space Marines, and then smiled.

"I suppose their skin would be perfect for a garment, wouldn't it?"

"Indeed, in the end, we kept their consciousness when making them into clothes, so that they can clearly feel that they have been made into a piece of clothing."

Several Night Lords Space Marines were discussing how to play next, and the boy walked to Curze silently.

"Do you like fruit?"

Looking at the face full of scars, Coze recalled his experience on Nostramo, the Star of Eternal Night. If it weren't for someone willing to adopt him, he would have been tortured and went crazy.

"You love to eat, what's wrong?"

"My family runs an orchard, can you come to my house as a guest?"

Curze thought for a moment. He happened to be executing a reign of terror on this planet, and the Space Marines under his command also needed a temporary base.

"Go ahead and give you a gift later."

Kurtz nodded, and then said to the child.

Dozens of space warriors lurked in the shadows, and then came to an orchard.

"Set down here and announce the arrival of the Night Lord to the world."

Curze sharpened his arm blade, and then looked at a piece of clothing.

This piece of clothing has a weird flesh color that looks particularly weird in the dim light.

"no no no"

Over the dress a face made a faint plea for mercy.

This piece of clothing is made of human skin, and it is a piece of clothing that Curze spent his entire life working on.

"It seems that he is still conscious. If he is injected with nutrients on time, he should be able to live for a long time."

Kurtz showed a cruel smile. These people are pests in the human community, and pests naturally have to be eradicated when they are still larvae.

"I said, I don't kill people, I like to torture aliens and heretics"

Curze put on this human skin coat, and dozens of Space Marines downstairs were already tasting the fruit.

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"How about we build a Blackstone Fortress and throw it to the home planet of the Korhal Federation?"

"We can use the fortress to punch a hole in their planet!"

At this time, Abaddon was listening to the discussion of the dog-headed military advisor next to him. During the half-day discussion, other than annihilating stars one by one to performing horrific behavioral arts on each planet, no tactics were discussed.

"We have thousands of space warriors and even support from several battle groups. Can we come up with a smarter strategy?"

Abaddon was speechless as he looked at the group of Crouching Dragon and Phoenix chicks around him. Who knew they were from some war group or legion, and he wanted what no one wanted.

"Where's Huron? What's he doing?"

"Huron is expanding his army. Hundreds of Space Marines have joined him."

"Well, I miss Honso, I miss the devil's womb."

Abaddon looked at the group of crooked men and women around him who only knew how to kill people. Abaddon began to miss his father. He did not need the logistics of thousands of space warriors in the legion and the supplies of tens of millions of mortal auxiliary troops.

"Those crooked people from the Military Affairs Department, how long will it take for the logistics to arrive!"