Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"Attack! Even if it means paying a price ten times more painful than the original price, we will not hesitate!"

"Attack! We must completely cut off all their strategic lifelines before the Angels and the Empire have time to react!"

"Attack! We cannot stop for even a second, because once the offensive stagnates, it will be the end of us!"

As General Grievous gave his impassioned speech, lights kept flashing on the huge screen, and one attack route after another was intertwined like a spider web.

"Only by seizing this unique opportunity can we destroy this long-corrupted so-called justice order in one fell swoop! If you are unable to achieve this crucial strategic goal! Then, let me accomplish it myself!"

General Grievous' words were powerful, and at the same time, a grand and ingenious strategic concept had already taken shape in his mind.

"Let the war break out completely in this universe! From the soaring sky of the Merlo Heaven! To the vast surface of the earth! From the solemn and majestic palace of the scorching sun! To the unfathomable depths of the Styx Galaxy!"

"Let the raging flames of war burn to every inch of land in this universe! Let this cruel war continue until one side kills all the people who can participate in the war on the other side!"

After Grievous finished speaking passionately, he turned his head and gazed deeply at Morgana. Then he raised his arm and pointed to the densely packed fleet ready to go in the distance.

"A total of 20 sufficiently powerful Generosity-class battleships, in addition to 1500 million combat robots of various types, these are my gifts to you."

"Very good, very good, very good..."

Morgana couldn't hide her excitement. She clapped her hands vigorously and looked at Grievous in front of her with admiration.

She thought to herself: her demon army is in urgent need of a capable general like Grievous.

Although Atuo is extremely powerful, he does lack talent in command.

In contrast, the man known as General Grievous seemed to give people a sense of trustworthiness.

"Very good, everything is left to you, General Grievous. As long as you can command our demon fleet to defeat the angels and humans, you will get everything you expect!"

"Teach those little angel bitches a lesson! We demons are not something they can play with!"

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"So, she's just going to stay like this?" Rex looked at Leng sitting on the hospital bed, then turned to the medical officer beside him and asked.

"Yes, sir." The medical officer in a white coat stood beside Rex, and then slowly said to him: "She has been in this state since she was sent here. All physical indicators are normal, but she just doesn't speak or move. We have tried many methods, but none of them worked..."

Rex frowned, thought for a moment and said, "I'll go in and take a look." After that, he stepped into the ward and walked towards the bed where Leng was.

When Rex approached, he saw Leng sitting there quietly, staring out the window with empty eyes. She still had her signature blonde hair in a ponytail, with a strand of hair hanging down in front of her forehead, looking a little messy. Rex called softly, "Leng..."

Leng didn't seem to hear his voice and continued to sit there motionless.

Seeing this, Rex took another step forward, then reached out and gently touched Leng's shoulder. This time, Leng finally responded, she slowly turned her head and looked at Rex with confused eyes.

"You are..." Leng's voice was a little hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

Rex smiled and introduced himself: "I'm Rex, and your future comrade."

Hearing the word "comrade", Leng's eyes flashed a gleam, but soon returned to the previous confusion. She murmured to herself: "Comrade..."

"Are you the one who saved me at the Hart battlefield?"

Rex nodded and immediately responded, "Yes."

"Are you feeling better?" Rex continued to ask.

"better."

Leng nodded slightly, a faint smile on his face.

"It's over! If that tomboy Yan knew all these things, then I, a third-generation angel, would lose all my reputation!" Leng seemed to suddenly remember something, and then he covered his face in pain and said.

"Well... come back to report when you've calmed down. According to the current organizational adjustment plan within the Imperial Army, each unit will be equipped with an angel to assist in combat, and you are assigned to our 501st Legion. Remember to report for training on time." After Rex finished his brief instructions, he turned around and was about to leave, but unexpectedly, Lengque suddenly stood up, walked quickly to Rex's side and said:

"Well... Thank you very much on the Hart battlefield. If possible... could you please keep a secret for me?" A playful look appeared on his cold face, and then he asked Rex in a soft voice.

"What secret?" Rex looked at the angel Leng in front of him with an expressionless face and cold eyes.

Due to his special clone identity and experience, he has certain deficiencies and deficiencies in emotional expression.

"Please don't tell any other angels about this. I beg you. I have built up my prestige and dignity for thousands of years, and I absolutely cannot let it fail or be destroyed at this critical moment!" The angel Leng stared at Rex in front of him with eyes full of pleading and desire, and then began to beg him bitterly.

"Don't worry, I will keep this secret for you, Miss Leng. Now you can go and report the situation to your superiors, right?" Rex looked at Leng helplessly, then gently moved away Leng's hand that was on his shoulder.

"Thank you so much for keeping this secret for me, Mr. Rex." Leng answered in a teasing voice, and then put on the hard armor that shone with silver light again.

"Let's go and report to your unit."

Leng said as he took the lead and left the infirmary.

"Ugh……"

Rex could only look at him helplessly again, and then followed Leng's footsteps.

(I've seen many people say that my writing is not as good as the previous worlds. If you have these ideas, you can save them for a few days. When Palpatine starts issuing Order 66 after these dozen chapters, the killing will officially begin.)