Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"Becoming a Warmaster requires you to be selected, based on the progress of your expedition."

Yang Cheng looked at the Primarch who was currently preparing to become a candidate for Warmaster, and then spoke slowly.

"You will lead your legions and embark on an expedition for one month from now on. Whoever captures and stabilizes the most planets will be considered complete."

After hearing Yang Cheng's words, these Primarchs were eager to give the aliens a big job.

"Of course, this is just one of them. I need you to complete the strategic confrontation and fighting competition here."

While Yang Cheng was speaking, Malcador had already used his spiritual power to transform the garden in the palace into a huge fighting arena.

"1 on 1 fighting match, everyone chooses their own weapon to participate, there is no time limit"

Following Yang Cheng's voice, several Primarchs also found their opponents.

Lorgar versus Fulgrim

Perturabo versus Angron

Horus's opponent is Malcador. Of course, Horus's rules are simpler. If he can survive Malcador for 15 seconds, he will pass.

The battle was about to break out, and many members of the Space Marine Legion came to the spectator seats to watch. After all, the last time they could see the Primarch engaging in group confrontation was during the Horus Heresy.

"My brother, let you see my true strength"

Lorgar walked onto the field holding a mace, while Fulgrim held a retro-looking long sword.

Luojia is very confident in one-on-one duels. It's impossible for him to be unable to defeat anyone, right? I will definitely not be the weakest, at least not yet.

"Come, my brother, I am no longer what I used to be!"

As he spoke, Lorgar took the lead in launching an attack, hitting Fulgrim with a mace that broke the air.

Because Yang Cheng Machado set up a psychic stance in this duel, forcing the Primarch not to use his own psychic power but to rely on the simplest martial arts duel.

Fulgrim looked at the mace coming towards him and immediately stood up to dodge, his flexible body dodging Lorgar's attacks one after another.

But this battle can only be seen clearly by Yang Cheng, Malcador and other Primarchs. The Space Marines outside the field can only see two blurry figures fighting against each other.

The speed of the original body can be calculated in nanoseconds. In the few seconds after the battle, Lorgar had already swung the mace hundreds of times, and every attack was easily dodged by Fulgrim. past.

"click"

Accompanied by a crisp blocking sound, this heralded the official start of Fulgrim's attack.

Fulgrim's sharp swordsmanship was fully displayed, and the sharp sword head stabbed towards Lorgar's vitals every time.

"Damn it!"

Lorgar retreated continuously under such frequent attacks, and Fulgrim found an opening by mistake.

"boom!"

Fulgrim kicked Lorgar away, and then rolled directly out of the ring.

"Go and save people!"

Dozens of Space Marines from the Word Bearers Legion, led by Angor, carried Lorgar off the field, and the first battle ended with Fulgrim winning.

"Next to Perturabo and Angron, what do you think, Emperor?"

"I stood and watched"

While Malcador and Yang Cheng were talking, Perturabo and Angron, who were wearing skirts and armor, walked onto the duel field.

"I haven't played gladiator in a long time. I don't know if I'm still familiar with it."

Angron stretched his muscles and then walked onto the duel field with his two chain axes.

"My brother, let's fight quickly."

Due to rules, Perturabo only chose a weapon that resembled a Roman cavalry sword.

As the battle bell rang, both sides launched attacks on each other almost simultaneously.

Angron's two axes hit Perturabo's face, and Perturabo held his sword behind his back to resist.

The friction between the weapons of both sides produced bursts of sparks. This battle was extremely fierce. Angron and Perturabo were almost equal in strength.

“Buzz buzz buzz!!!”

Angron's chain ax made bursts of sound, like the roar of an ancient beast, but Perturabo still maintained his original posture and focused on defense, trying to consume Angron's endurance, but Angron in front of him The attack like a mad dog made it difficult for Perturabo to resist.

Finally, Perturabo decided to fight back.

The sharp sword peak pointed directly at Angron's face.

"block!"

The wide chain sword blocked the attack, and the chain ax held by Angron took the opportunity to knock down the long sword held by Perturabo.

With a clang sound, Angron's chain ax pressed against Perturabo's neck. Perturabo knew that he was not as good as Angron in fighting and ended up happily.

The last game is also the one that Yang Cheng is most concerned about, Horus versus Malcador.

Looking at the old man holding the scepter in front of him, Horus was not careless at all. From the moment he faced Malcador, he felt the powerful aura of the man in front of him.

Malcador looked at Horus who had not come near him for a long time, so he slowly walked towards him.

"This is my father's test. I can't let him down!"

Horus thought to himself before swinging his power sword and slashing at Malcador.

The moment the sword blade was about to hit Malcador, Malcador disappeared without a trace.

"what happened?"

Horus didn't react for just a nanosecond before he was lightly knocked on the back of his head.

"Look behind you"

Malcador appeared behind Horus, and then spoke slowly.

"If I were your enemy, I would have thousands of ways to kill you the moment you turned your head."

After Malcador finished speaking, he released the psychic blockade in the duel field, and then looked at Horus.

"Do you want to see my true power?"

Following Malcador's words, the earth suddenly began to tremble, and Horus felt as if an invisible hand was pressing him down.

"Be careful in the future, always be alert to the enemy, and don't be distracted during the battle."

Malcador told Horus earnestly and thoughtfully that in a sense, he could be considered a relative of the Primarch.

"Okay, the duel is over. The next competition is a strategic duel."

As Yang Cheng spoke, he used spiritual energy to invade the brains of several Primarchs, and then used spiritual energy to build a virtual venue.

"What is this strategic competition like?"

"There are two types of competitions. The first is a team competition. You will lead your legions to fight against the enemies I built. The second is a competition between your legions and legions."

As Yang Cheng spoke, these Primarchs felt their heads sink, and then the surrounding scenes began to change.

"Your mission is to capture the enemy's palace and behead the enemy's generals."

Yang Cheng built a venue in a very wicked way, and the prototype of the venue was the Siege of Terra.