Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"You bitch! What does Dukao's death have to do with me!" Morgana stood on the bridge of the Demon No. 1, her smoky-made face full of anger and unwillingness. She roared loudly at the demon beside her, as if she wanted to vent all the dissatisfaction in her heart.

She really couldn't understand why Kesha blamed her for Dukao's death when she was just slaughtering civilization honestly?

This inexplicable blame was thrown on her head, making her feel wronged and angry.

"Kesha, that stinky bitch, I will make her and her bunch of chicken wings pay the price sooner or later!" Morgana cursed angrily a few times, then turned and walked into a room.

"Hey! Red man! Who the hell are you?" As soon as she entered the room, Morgana shouted jokingly at the figure in a black robe and a hood in the center of the room.

At this moment, Maul was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the room with his hands on his knees. His black hood covered his Dathomir face, making it impossible to see his expression.

Hearing Morgana's call, Moore slowly opened his eyes and said calmly, "I am meditating. What do you want to talk to me about?"

"Let me ask you, how is the production of your old Deng's combat robots going? We are about to go to war with the angels, are the quantities sufficient?" Morgana stared at Moore with curiosity and asked anxiously.

"Enough... Enough..." Moore responded briefly and calmly after learning Morgana's question. Then, he immersed himself in his meditation again, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

"I say, can you defeat the third generation of angels? Also, how powerful are you and that old man?" Morgana asked impatiently.

However, Moore remained indifferent. He still sat quietly on the floor, closed his eyes, and was completely immersed in his own world of meditation.

He seemed uninterested in Morgana's question, or rather, he didn't want to answer it at all.

"Huh, so boring!" Morgana felt very bored when she saw this. She shook her head and left the room.

On the other side, Dooku was looking at the demon soldiers around him and said seriously: "I need you to provide sufficient energy and materials to make combat robots. This kind of robot is different from the divine body you mentioned. Although it is cheap, as long as there are enough of them, it is possible to gain dominance on the battlefield."

After saying that, Dooku handed a document to the demon soldier, with a different light flashing in his eyes.

"You are so slow, even worse than the Empire I once served..." There was a hint of dissatisfaction in Dooku's voice.

"What else do you want, Dooku?" the demon soldier retorted loudly, "We have tried our best!"

"You haven't done well enough! I need you to increase the speed of all production lines to the maximum. If possible, directly use stars as the energy supply for the production lines." Dooku said sternly, then resolutely turned and left.

However, the moment he turned around, he bumped into Morgana who came to inspect.

"How is the production of combat robots going?" Morgana looked at Dooku in front of her and asked directly.

"It's not ideal. Excuse me, but your production efficiency is too low and simply unbearable." Count Dooku complained while pointing to the production line installed in the battleship in the distance.

"If you intend to launch an all-out war with the Empire and the Angels, the tens of millions of combat robots and more than twenty warships I brought with me are far from enough to cope with them." Dooku's tone revealed obvious dissatisfaction.

"Got it. You can use those low-level demons as you like. As long as you can kill that bitch Kesha, these things won't matter."

After Morgana finished speaking, she walked straight back to the command room, while Dooku continued to lead the production of combat robots.

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"Tap! Tread! Tread! Tread!"

A steady, powerful and rhythmic sound of footsteps was heard, and the clone army in white armor surged like a steel torrent.

Countless clone soldiers quickly arranged themselves into closely connected squares, each of which was like an indestructible fortress.

Then, under unified command, they boarded the Cheering-class landing ship in an orderly manner.

The sunlight pierced through the clouds like a sharp sword, shining directly on the clone soldiers.

The dazzling light shone on their flawless white armor and helmets, reflecting a dazzling brilliance.

All of a sudden, the whole scene became extremely spectacular and breathtaking.

At first glance, the countless clones lined up in a square formation like a white ocean, surging and majestic. Under Palpatine's majestic gaze, this powerful army began to board the Cheering Class landing ships in an orderly manner, preparing for the upcoming war.

"Oh my god! This is so spectacular! It's much more powerful than those so-called crappy Taotie!" Liu Chuang stared at the scenes happening in front of him with great excitement. A surge of excitement instantly surged in his heart. This level of excitement was far beyond anything he had experienced before.

"Oh my, I really hope I can go with them to beat up those damn demons and aliens..." Just as Zhao Xin was sighing like this, a voice suddenly sounded in Zhao Xin's ears: "I am your new instructor, you can call me Kahn."

Immediately afterwards, a tall figure that was two heads taller than Ge Xiaolun appeared beside everyone, followed by a strong and pungent smell of blood.

"Next, I will teach you the skills of close combat and team deathmatch... No... it should be called teamwork!" Looking at the power armor with skull logos all over it, Liu Chuang, Ge Xiaolun and Zhao Xin looked at each other, and the same thought emerged in their minds at the same time.

"It's over! The beautiful and charming female instructor is probably doomed now..."

"How many men have you sent to the battle? Do you have any action plan?"

Yan stood in the command room of a Cheering-class landing ship. Standing on the side was an Imperial Navy officer in a black uniform, the commander-in-chief of this expedition plan, Marshal Kurolun.

"We currently have 310 clone corps, 400 Imperial Army corps, and 19 Astra Militarum corps, totaling 9800 million people." Marshal Kurolun explained to Yan beside him with a smile.