Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

Horus did not like weapons such as virus bombs. Although they were extremely lethal, the entire planet would become worthless after use.

"Warmaster, in which direction should we attack next?"

Admiral Dent, commander of the Imperial Navy Fleet, walked to Horus with firm steps and asked with awe in his eyes.

Horus turned his head slightly and stared at Admiral Dante with piercing eyes. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Admiral, we are surrounded by enemies. Which direction do you think we should choose to march?"

Hearing this, Admiral Dent couldn't help but take a breath. His eyes widened, and his throat was so dry that he could hardly speak.

The moment Horus asked back, Dante felt a sense of despair in his heart. He had failed to consider these questions thoroughly, and he actually foolishly asked the Primarch?

In the eyes of these imperial generals, the Primarch is the son of God. What he said undoubtedly offended the great eldest son of God.

At this moment, when Dante was so panicked that he began to think about where he would be buried after his death, Horus noticed the nervous reaction of this mortal. He slowly stretched out his palm and placed it gently on Dante's shoulder.

"Don't worry, everyone makes mistakes." Horus comforted him gently and calmly.

After saying this, Horus patted Dante on the shoulder, then turned and left, leaving Dante standing there in deep thought.

"Horus issued an order: "Immediately report our location, pass the message to Perturabo and Xerxes, and make preparations for landing operations on several planets that are still valuable. In addition, the long subsequent expedition is also inseparable from the support of frontline supply bases. "

As Horus's voice sounded, Horus quickly commanded his huge fleet and quickly split it into several powerful squadrons.

Horus knew very well that this was the perfect time to implement the most classic tactic—center flowering! He was determined to lead his brave and fearless fleet, rushing towards the enemy forces in all directions like a burning meteor.

However, at this critical moment, they must first capture a vital strategic location of the enemy.

Horus stared at the starry map in front of him, as if he could understand every subtle change in the universe.

Suddenly, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and he pointed to one of the mysterious and deep galaxies without hesitation.

"Right here, let Xerxes go to this galaxy to gain the upper hand."

With the sound of Horus's voice, the end of this galaxy seemed to be doomed.

""Stab it! Stab! Stab! "

In a dark cabin illuminated only by candlelight and filled with a rotten atmosphere, a burly man wearing a set of thick and majestic Terminator armor stood here like a steel giant.

He was holding a sharp weapon shaped like a Persian scimitar tightly, and was concentrating on gently wiping the blade with a whetstone, making bursts of harsh sounds.

This man is Nadir, the first company commander of the Lone Warrior Legion.

At this moment, he closed his eyes tightly, frowned slightly, and seemed to devote all his energy to the scimitar in his hand.

Every time he sharpens it back and forth, the cold blade shines with a soul-stirring cold light.

Suddenly, a soft sound of footsteps broke the silence in the cabin.

A space warrior wearing a uniform similar to Persian uniforms came to Nadir quietly, and then whispered: "First company commander, we have a mission."

"Okay, what do you say, Lord Primarch?"

The genetic seeds of the Lonely Sand Warrior Legion are so stable that they can be compared with those of the Ultramarines. If it weren't for the problems with their genetic origin, the Lonely Sand Warriors might be able to compete with the Ultramarines and the Word Bearers.

"The Primarch can't wait to try out his new weapon. We just need to follow him."

After hearing the news, Nadir nodded. His father was indeed powerful, whether it was spiritual power or close combat, he was a first-class strongman.

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"This time I will take the new recruits for a drill. While training the new recruits, we must also ensure victory."

According to Xerxes's conception, his legion cannot be without one person for any reason. Once someone is killed in battle, new Space Marines must be quickly selected from among the recruits and immediately fill the vacant position.

At present, Xerxes has only led the legion to conquer a few small alien countries. These were all fish that slipped through the crackdown of the empire, so they were taken to train with Xerxes' legion.

And Xerxes's legion naturally lived up to expectations and quickly captured a galaxy in just three days.

Just after the trial, Xerxes got a huge Glory Queen-class battleship! He did not hesitate to name it "The Hibernator in the Yellow Sand".

This unique battleship name actually contains a profound meaning. It is inspired by a mysterious creature on Xerxes's home planet - a peerless predator lurking in the vast desert.

These creatures have amazing endurance and can lurk quietly under the sea of ​​sand, waiting silently for their prey to approach. Once the target enters the attack range, they will attack as quickly as lightning, engulfing the enemy with thunderous momentum.

In this way, the "Yellow Sand Hibernator" not only became a powerful weapon in the hands of Xerxes, but also symbolized his forbearing, decisive and deadly fighting style like a desert predator.

The Yellow Sand Hibernator is equipped with a unique advanced device that allows it to gallop freely in the vast universe without being noticed, just like a sand python shuttles through quicksand. No matter what detection methods the enemy uses, it is difficult to detect the existence of this mysterious warship.

When it detects an enemy target, it will break the silence at an alarming speed, as if a hunter who has been lurking for a long time suddenly appears.

Immediately afterwards, it will pounce on the unsuspecting prey like a hungry tiger. The fierce gunfire will attack the enemy like a storm at the moment it ends its latency, and the panicked enemy will only die on the battleship like prey. under fire.

"For the emperor! For the warriors of Gusha!"

Xerxes stood on a high platform wearing desert-colored and black armor, and countless Space Marines wearing armor of the same color were neatly arranged into several square formations.

"In the name of the Emperor! The sky full of yellow sand will annihilate the enemies who stand in our way!"

"In the name of the Emperor! The magnificent sandstorm will drown every enemy in the sea of ​​sand!"

"In the name of the Emperor! We are the quicksand from hell! We will engulf our enemies!!!"

"In the name of the Emperor!!!"

"In the name of the Emperor!!!!"

Countless space warriors from the Lone Sand Warrior Legion shouted war cries and then entered the airborne pod.