Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"The corpses composed of aliens and heretics are our stairs to the Golden Throne!!"

"For the Emperor!!!"

The political commissar with a flag in one hand and a gun in the other took the lead in the charge. The flag with the imperial double-headed eagle symbol flew in the air. Countless soldiers launched the charge with the support of this flag.

The imperial double-headed eagle flag always flies at the forefront, leading them to break through all obstacles.

The figures of countless soldiers moved quickly on the battlefield, like lightning streaking across the sky.

The courage and determination of the charging soldiers infected everyone around them and moved everyone.

"They're coming!"

The pure white armor of the merchant soldiers had been stained black by the dust from the shell explosion, but they couldn't care less.

More and more soldiers rushed out of their own trenches, dragging their already tired bodies towards the enemy's trenches.

Countless soldiers were like a raging torrent, stepping through the blood-stained soil and charging towards the enemy's trenches.

Their steps were heavy and firm, and every step seemed to speak of their loyalty to the Emperor and their desire and pursuit of victory.

The soil was trampled by the soldiers' boots, the soil was stained red with blood, and the air was filled with a thick smell of gunpowder smoke and blood.

The soldiers' shouts were so loud that they waved their weapons and rained down on the enemy like a violent storm.

Their eyes were burning with raging fire, as if they were going to engulf all enemies in them.

"For the Emperor! For the Emperor!"

"Burn the aliens! Kill the heretics!"

Accompanied by the shouts of countless soldiers, they rushed into the enemy's trenches under the enemy's intensive firepower.

In an instant, bursts of screams and panicked footsteps came from the enemy's trenches. The soldiers rushed into the trenches regardless of their own safety and started a desperate struggle with the enemy.

They engaged the enemy in close combat with bayonets, rifles and grenades, each attack packed with deadly force.

This was the ultimate test of the will and courage of these soldiers, but they did not flinch and built an indestructible barrier with their own flesh and blood.

Their figures shuttled quickly through the trenches, like lightning streaking through the dark night sky.

The soldiers climbed over the last slope. Behind the slope was the enemy's trench position made of steel. All kinds of weapons gave off a cold light under the sunlight.

"Charge! For the Emperor!"

Sacrifice, needless to say, these soldiers only hope to return to the Golden Throne after their death and become one of the loyal souls beside the Emperor.

"This is the M line of defense! We need support! There are too many enemies!"

The commercial correspondent hiding in the position roared at the other end, and the enemy's dense artillery fire hit the position like raindrops.

The steel was melted under such fierce bombardment, and the corpses of countless merchant alliance soldiers were blown into the air like a goddess scattering flowers, and then fell from the sky.

The shock wave caused by the explosion swept through every corner of the position all the time. There were corpses and shattered organs everywhere. Countless blood mixed with the dust blown up from the position, and then turned into bloody mud.

"How long do we have to hold on!"

"I don't know! Until the superior..."

Before he finished speaking, a bomb was fired from outside the position, and then half of his body was shattered alive.

"Launch holy massacre against these filthy aliens! In the name of the great God-Emperor! In the name of the Eternal Crusade!"

Tens of thousands of Black Templar Space Marines fell from the sky, led by hundreds of Space Marines carrying jump packs. In one hand, they held cold bolt guns and in the other, they held chain saws that roared like wild beasts. sword.

At this time, the ground troops also completely eliminated the enemy's firepower. Countless combat robots, Astra Militarum, and Space Marines descending from the sky entered the Merchant Alliance's last line of defense.

Countless soldiers engaged in fierce melee in the narrow trenches, with various weapons intertwined, making harsh metal collisions and screams.

The bayonets shone coldly in the sunlight, and the soldiers stabbed the enemy's chest with them. Each stab was accompanied by a scream from the enemy.

Rifles fired one after another, and the bullets drew deadly arcs in the trenches, leaving behind a trail of blood after hitting the target.

The grenade exploded in the crowd, with a deafening roar accompanied by fragments and shock waves, knocking the soldiers to the ground.

The space in the trenches was small, and the soldiers had to stay close together and use bunkers to avoid enemy attacks. Their faces were stained with the blood of their enemies, and their eyes shone with anger and despair.

Every attack was filled with a desperate struggle and a desire to survive.

"Boom boom boom boom boom!!!!"

The Space Marines parachuted into the position, and the auxiliary sights equipped in their helmets played a role. They neatly marked the enemies in the position, and then killed them without harming friendly forces.

"Get behind me! Mortal!"

A Black Templar Space Marine used his tall body to block the sneak attack of a Merchant Alliance soldier, while an Astra Militarum soldier on the side took the opportunity to kill him.

Today's Space Marines are not as crazy as they were in 40k. Generally speaking, they prefer the 30k era when they are not so sensitive when it comes to dealing with mortal issues.

“Crack, click, click, click!!!”

The sharp chain sword in the Space Marine's hand killed several enemies approaching him with a single swing, and then quickly shot in a direction dozens of meters away from him.

Five enemies turned into five bloody mists. The Space Marines had an astonishing advantage in street fighting, not to mention the cooperation of so many Astra Militarum and combat robots.

"Stab it! Stab it! Stab it!"

General Grievous entered the battlefield with his escort, and all the merchant soldiers who approached them were cut into pieces in an instant, and they walked through the battlefield like this.

"Let the planet feel our fear!"

As Grievous spoke, the four arms hidden under the cloak were exposed, and four lightsabers emitting dazzling light appeared in Grievous's hands.

"Count Dooku taught me the swordsmanship of the Jedi, and now I show you."

As Grievous's voice sounded, the four lightsabers in his hand rotated like electric fans, and countless of his Merchant Alliance soldiers who had just approached were easily divided into two.

"When did Count Dooku know this? Is this included in Jedi Sword Art?"

The clone soldiers on the side couldn't help but complained.

"Hahahahahaha, I said my swordsmanship surpasses that of many Jedi Knights."

"I don't remember teaching you this, Grievous."

Just when Grievous was getting carried away, a tall Elephant Soldier fell behind him, and a figure slowly emerged from the rising dust.

"There has never been an electric fan style in Jedi swordsmanship."