Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

(After Chapter 500, a full-scale war breaks out. The protagonist is currently coming to Earth to deal with issues concerning Shenzhou.)

(Actually, I just want to drink water, whisper)

2015

Tianhe City.

At this moment, Malcador was wearing a gray robe, followed closely by a figure about the same height as him.

I saw Malcador asking: "My lord, I wonder why you came here this time?"

Yang Cheng smiled slightly and replied: "I just want to experience life. After all, this unique style in the 3K era is much more comfortable than the Terra world we live in!"

Yang Cheng followed the principle of keeping a low profile and did not choose the huge body from before. After all, that would be too eye-catching.

Relatively speaking, his original figure of 1.8 meters is more secretive. As for Malcador, he naturally would not choose the old-looking body, but would return to his original appearance.

However, what’s interesting is that at Yang Cheng’s slightly evil suggestion, Macador actually changed his appearance.

Now in front of everyone, Malcador has transformed into a handsome young man with silver hair.

Malcador was dressed in a long grey robe with sleeves that fell to the ground, seeming to blend in with his surroundings, but beneath this ordinary appearance lay an extraordinary sensitivity that contrasted sharply with his immature boyish appearance.

On the other side, Yang Cheng chose a golden suit that shone with dazzling light as his attire without hesitation.

This suit is exquisitely tailored and has smooth lines, and every detail shows luxury and nobility.

Malcador, standing aside, could not help but tease, "My Lord, you always love gold so much."

At this moment, Makado and Yang Cheng were like two pearls hidden in the crowd. Yang Cheng used his magic power to perform a unique psychic illusion.

In an instant, the eyes of the people around them became blurred. In their eyes, Yang Cheng and Machado were no longer weirdos in strange clothes, but ordinary passers-by.

As a result, the two of them blended smoothly into the crowd without attracting any unusual attention.

"It's rare that someone can take over our work, just keep an eye on that person." Yang Cheng waved his hand indifferently, but in his heart he couldn't help but feel a trace of pity for Palpatine who was far away in Terra.

"Damn it, which genius came up with the idea of ​​using parchment to write reports?" Palpatine complained angrily while staring helplessly at the thick parchment report in front of him. These ancient and cumbersome documents made him extremely bored, but he could not escape.

"Who on earth invented this outdated thing!" Palpatine glanced indignantly at the pile of documents in front of him, complaining wildly in his heart.

At this moment, the assistant on the side interrupted inappropriately: "Mr. Palpatine, this is what you promised yourself when you vowed to take on the responsibility of the empire. Moreover, there are three full trucks parked outside the door. The file trailer is waiting for your approval.”

Looking at this endless ocean of documents, Palpatine was immediately furious, but there was nothing he could do.

"I regret it. I want to go back to Coruscant to retire." Palpatine wailed, and then continued to immerse himself in the endless documents of the empire.

At this time, Yang Cheng and Malcador were very happy to have thrown that pile of stuff to Palpatine. After all, they did not want to stay on Terra to review various complicated and cumbersome documents.

"The 3k era, it was really a distant and mysterious period. I wasn't even born at that time. I heard many legends and stories about that era from my elders." Makhado widened his eyes in curiosity. His eyes glanced around the ground, and then he lowered his voice and said to Yang Cheng.

Malcador was born at the end of the Dark Age of Technology, which was around the 20th century, more than 3 years away from the 3rd century. This long period of time made Malcador almost ignorant of many things in the rd century.

"Okay, stop daydreaming, Machado. Come with me, I'll take you around this city." Yang Cheng pulled Machado to a food stall and ordered dozens of skewers of fragrant barbecue as if they were familiar with the place.

Yang Cheng pushed the barbecue in front of Makado, then pointed at the sizzling barbecue and said.

"Pork neck, spicy wings, and chicken drumsticks, these won't be in the future."

Although Yang Cheng has eaten countless delicacies in the universe, he still has a special liking for these delicacies from the ancient Terra 3k era. After all, they have been with him for more than ten years.

"Have you thought of an attack plan? My lord?" Malcador stared at Yang Cheng in front of him, and then said respectfully.

"Xerxes, Magnus, Horus, and an Angron, their four legions serve as the main attackers, responsible for establishing the territory of the empire in this universe, and then wait for Sanguinius's legion When you're ready, transfer to this world," Yang Cheng said slowly to Machado after taking a sip of beer.

"What is the purpose of our coming here, my lord? You don't just want to experience life, do you?" Malcador smiled slightly. He naturally understood his best friend's thoughts, and it was indeed the case.

"I'm here to collect a pet. This pet is not bad." Yang Cheng nodded, and then replied casually.

"Crocodile God Thorton, this is a good pet."

"Really? Then it's best not to tear down the house like a steel cable. After all, repairing the palace underground is very troublesome." Macado nodded.

Last time, Gangsuo got into a tantrum under the palace and scratched the floor, and he was almost beaten to death by several imperial guards.

If Thordon and other forces knew what Yang Cheng said, they would probably cry to death. Although a third-generation divine body is a little stupid, he is still a god after all.

As the third-generation peak beast body, Sodon has a very strong body that cannot be penetrated by the Flame Sword and the God-Slayer No. 1 armor-piercing bullet. He can easily crush the third-generation invincible body of Angel Zhui, and the two short blades in his hands can easily cut Morgana's fourth-generation divine body.

Such a powerful being can only be regarded as a pet in Yang Cheng's hands. Morgana will probably scold Bichi when she finds out.

"But before that, I have to take care of something."

Yang Cheng looked into the distance and saw a figure slowly approaching Huangcun in the darkness.

This place is called Huangcun. Only a few thousand people still live in the village. A figure with mechanical wings is slowly falling from the sky.

Morgana's non-mainstream Gothic style outfit caused the people in Huang Village to whisper, while Morgana looked at the people around her with a sinister smile.