Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

(My novel was plagiarized by the author of Feilu. His book is called Dark Warhammer Saves Humanity. I hope readers can help report it. The author thanks you.)

"what?"

Tzeentch, who was watching the broadcast, was confused, the person involved, Yang Cheng, was confused, and all the creatures in the subspace who heard the news were confused.

"My Lord, I don't understand." Carlos looked at all this in confusion in the Crystal Palace. At this time, there were two clearly visible fist marks on the bird's head.

"Interesting, really interesting, so interesting! This change is really interesting!" Tzeentch was still observing all this with an amused look on his face.

"The melon seeds, drinks, and mineral water are ready. We can observe any changes."

Tzeentch and a great Tzeentch demon watched the live broadcast of Yang Cheng and Slaanesh together.

Yang Cheng couldn't help but feel a chill when he heard Slaanesh's words just now. According to the legend, Slaanesh usually appears in front of everyone in a strange image of half man and half woman. Thinking of this, Yang Cheng couldn't help but shudder. God knows how big the thing down there is for this guy.

At this moment, Yang Cheng was holding the Emperor's Sword tightly in his hand, and forcibly suppressing the urge to strike Slaanesh with a knife.

At this moment, Slaanesh was looking at him with an uninhibited and expectant look, as if waiting for some response.

"What do you think? Are you not satisfied with my current appearance?" Slaanesh asked softly while beginning to change his appearance.

I saw its appearance constantly changing, sometimes it turned into an elf, sometimes it turned into a human, then it changed from Teacher Cang to Duo Lao and then to Teacher Tao…

This kind of rapid change again and again made Yang Cheng finally unable to suppress his inner anger. He wanted to swing his sword immediately to cut this androgynous thing in front of him into pieces.

"Don't you like people?" Slaanesh continued to ask in that bewitching voice.

Then, Slaanesh began to twist his body and changed his shape again.

This time its body was even larger than before, and it was covered with a thick layer of purple shell, flashing a mysterious light.

The blue skin has a hint of paleness, giving people a weird feeling.

Its muscles are bulging, and every muscle is as hard as iron, as if containing infinite power.

Wrapped in the exoskeleton, its body appears exceptionally strong, exuding an unparalleled majesty, but beneath the shell it has some feminine characteristics.

"You like this?"

"I don't like the girly version of the Hive Tyrant!"

As soon as Yang Cheng finished speaking, Slaanesh suddenly changed back to her original appearance.

"Lord of Mankind, what exactly do you want in exchange for sharing this pleasure with me?" Slaanesh pressed close to Yang Cheng's body, her slender and soft hands constantly stroking Yang Cheng's cheeks, while she continued to invite him in her charming voice.

"Let us revel together until the end of time, until the last life is gone. Then, together we will create new life and continue this endless feast of joy."

A warm, wet, sticky, snake-like, forked tongue stretched out from Slaanesh's mouth, and she began to slowly lick the armor on Yang Cheng's body.

"Let's take our time..."

Slaanesh was becoming more and more excited. The great demons under her command were totally unable to satisfy her desires, and her three neighbors were each dumber than the other. Only Yang Cheng pleased Slaanesh deeply.

"Fuck you!" Yang Cheng shouted angrily, and suddenly a dazzling golden psychic lightning burst out from his palm, like a roaring dragon, rushing straight towards Slaanesh's face.

As Yang Cheng used all his strength to circulate the spiritual energy in his body, the space where he and Slaanesh were located began to twist and shatter violently.

And that golden psychic lightning was like a sharp claw, trying to grab Slaanesh tightly and then tear it into pieces.

“Lord of Mankind…this won’t do…” Facing Yang Cheng’s attack, Slaanesh did not sit there and wait for death, but twisted his body and launched a counterattack.

At that moment, a surge of golden spiritual energy gushed out of Yang Cheng's body like a surging wave.

Under the impact of this powerful psychic energy, countless Slaanesh daemons and numerous demon servants were reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye.

However, the crumbling Pleasure Palace has no effect on Slaanesh, as it can be easily repaired. As long as there is joy in the real universe, he can continue to draw power.

"Quack! Is this the power of the Lord of Mankind? Hahahahaha... Great! It's really great!!!" Slaanesh laughed and screamed wildly in a shadow, his voice echoing in the void, as if to tear the entire universe apart.

"There will be something better soon..." Yang Cheng's eyes flashed with golden light, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a confident smile.

Yang Cheng's golden spiritual energy and Slaanesh's purple spiritual energy were entangled like two giant dragons, intertwining and colliding with each other. Every collision triggered an earth-shattering energy storm, and everything around was involved, constantly broken and destroyed.

At this moment, time and space seemed to have lost their meaning. In the face of these two incomparable forces, they became fragile and could be manipulated like toys.

The court of Slaanesh was not immune and, under the pressure of these two powerful forces, began to twist and deform, eventually collapsing and disintegrating completely.

Countless magnificent palaces, charming attendants and endless scenes of enjoyment all vanished in an instant.

The Emperor's Sword in Yang Cheng's hand shone with dazzling flames, as if burning with the anger of the entire universe. For decades, hundreds of years, thousands of years, and even tens of thousands of years, countless human hatred, resentment, and hopes have converged on this sword.

At this moment, these emotions were released like a volcanic eruption, sweeping towards Sane with endless power.

990,000-level psychic power!!! Emperor blasting sword!!!

However, Slaanesh still had that unruly smile on his face, as if he was enjoying the oppressive feeling brought by Yang Cheng's powerful strength.

The weapons of both sides intertwined, and the light they emitted was dazzling, even surpassing the brilliance of billions of stars.

"Quack! You are worthy of being the Lord of Humanity!"

Slaanesh waved the sword in his hand, struggling to resist Yang Cheng's fierce attack.

At the same time, the power of joy blossomed around her like a flower, and all kinds of obscene words of joy continued to flow out of her python-like mouth.

At this moment, the battle between Slaanesh and Yang Cheng is no longer limited to the universe, but has been sublimated to a higher dimension.

Every time the swords clash, the scene around them changes in an instant, as if they are in a different world.

Where Slaanesh and Yang fought, the rage of revenge and the pleasure of pleasure intertwined like a chaotic vortex.

Yang Cheng's body, which was originally shining with golden light, was gradually replaced by black spiritual energy, as if it was eroded by an invisible force.

As the color of the psychic energy around his body changed, the dark psychic energy spread like ink, forming a deep black area.

In this dark ocean of psychic energy, countless human souls who were oppressed by alien invaders and died with a desire for revenge emerged.

Their figures were looming, and with endless resentment and anger, they engaged in a fierce battle with the ghostly demons from the purple psionic energy of Slaanesh.

These human dead may be refugees who have lost their homes, warriors who bravely resisted alien invasion, or innocent civilians.

At this moment they received Yang Cheng's summons and rushed to Yang Cheng from the subspace.

Their souls did not rest in peace after death, but were driven by the obsession of revenge and condensed in this dark subspace.

At this moment, they finally found an opportunity to vent their hatred and rushed towards the Slaanesh demons who tried to fight against them without hesitation.

And Slaanesh's purple psionic energy was not to be outdone, continuously releasing more ghostly demons.

They are either hideous and terrifying or enchanting and appear in various strange forms, fighting a desperate battle with the human undead.

For a moment, the entire battlefield became chaotic. The battle between the two sides was like a thrilling storm, and the creatures involved became the background of the storm.

This battle is not just a collision between Yang Cheng and Slaanesh's psychic power, but also a contest between two completely different extreme emotions.

The flames of revenge and the temptation of pleasure were entangled with each other, and the blade of Slaanesh and Yang Cheng's Emperor Sword were intertwined in the storm.

"Why? Why don't you want to be a god?" Slaanesh looked at Yang Cheng who was fighting in front of him, with a puzzled look on his face, and asked softly.

This time, Slaanesh no longer used the same joyful and wanton sounds as before, but instead there was a sound of surprise.

"I'm not a god. I'm just an ordinary human being." Yang Cheng said sternly and firmly while waving the Emperor's Sword shining with golden light in his hand.

Yang Cheng stared at the lust in front of him with sharp eyes, as if they could penetrate all illusions.

"Don't deny it, Mara! You are obviously a god! Why do you continue to play this so-called role-playing game..." Slaanesh's voice gradually became charming, but the sword in Yang Cheng's hand showed no sign of stopping.

"Humans are far greater than the so-called gods..." Yang Cheng's tone was full of firmness and confidence.

Yang Cheng is well aware of his value and significance as a human being. He does not need to rely on becoming a god to prove his existence.

At this moment, Yang Cheng's sword and Slaanesh's sword suddenly collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

Immediately afterwards, a strong spiritual energy wave spread out like ripples, forcing Yang Cheng to take a few steps back.

However, just as he stepped back, Yang Cheng quickly stretched out his finger and drew a mysterious magic circle with several black lines in the air.

As he moved, jets of inky black psychic energy gushed out from the arrays, carrying a breath of vengeance as they swept towards Slaanesh.

Yang Cheng now knows all about Slaanesh. It is impossible for him to kill Slaanesh, and Slaanesh cannot kill him either.

He could become a god to fight against Slaanesh and even the Four Gods, or even wipe the Four Gods out of this world, but what would the price be? The price would be the extinction of mankind.

At this time, after experiencing a fierce battle, Slaanesh and Yang Chengdu stopped their actions at the same time, and then they put down their weapons at the same time.

As the subspace forces of both sides dissipated, the two men returned to the negotiation table and sat down again.

"Lord of Mankind, after this fierce battle, don't you want to enjoy some pleasure?" Slaanesh changed back into her iconic purple robe and black headdress, but her seductive voice still came continuously.

Along with the rich scent of roses, sweat seeped out from Slaanesh's collar, but Yang Cheng remained indifferent. His cold eyes stared straight at Slaanesh in front of him, without any intention of retreating.

"But we can trade..." Yang Cheng changed the subject and looked at Slaanesh in front of him and said slowly.

"Trade? What for trade? Your..." Slaanesh said with a smirk, then looked between Yang Cheng's thighs.

"No, not this one." Yang Cheng said, pointing to a dilapidated room in the palace.

Yang Cheng's gaze passed over Slaanesh and fell on the dilapidated room, as if some important secret or precious item was hidden there.

"I want Elsa, the goddess of life of the elves." Yang Cheng put forward his conditions.

There was a determination and firmness in his voice, as if this request was unshakable.

Aisha, as the goddess of life of the Eldar, has special value and significance in Yang Cheng's heart. No matter what use she has, she is always good on the side of the Empire.

"What good luck, Lord of Mankind, I have Elsa in my hands. But since you took my toy, shouldn't you compensate me for it..."

Slaanesh's response was full of teasing and mockery. He seemed surprised by Yang Cheng's request, but was unwilling to give up his bargaining chip easily.

"I'm very curious, Lord of Mankind, what do you want a god for?" Slaanesh conjured up a coffee table, then asked curiously, supporting himself with his hands.

"Haha, gods are also a kind of energy, aren't they?"

Yang Cheng doesn't care about the confidentiality of these things. He has absolute confidence that these things will not be interfered with.

In fact, it's not just Elsa. Under the mobilization within the empire, some fragments of Kane's incarnation are also being slowly recovered.

Just as Yang Cheng thought, gods are actually a kind of energy. As long as they are used properly, the empire's technology will continue to rise.

This was also thanks to General Forge Carbo. Although he was usually elusive, after joint research with Shockwave, he was able to replicate a small part of some weapons that were once hard to come by in the Empire.

These include the Necrons' Gauss ray guns, phase swords and other weapons. After being marked with the sacred golden double-headed eagle, they become the most loyal weapons of the Empire.