Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

“Bang bang bang bang bang!!!”

The deafening roars came one after another, as if to tear the whole world apart.

Countless combat robots were marching across the planet's surface like a torrent of steel. They had just ruthlessly destroyed a planet with a pre-nuclear civilization, and billions of innocent lives had fallen into the clutches of the demonic civilization.

"Join the devil! You will get everything you have ever dreamed of!" The devil's voice of temptation echoed over the dead planet. Faced with such a desperate situation, more than a billion people out of billions chose to surrender and were transformed into low-level devils.

Although these newly generated demons have low intelligence, the destructive power they possess is staggering.

The huge army of billions of demons is enough to easily crush any fragile civilization that has not yet stepped out of its own planet.

"As expected of you, General Grievous, you are always so cold-blooded and ruthless." Dooku, wearing a black robe, stood quietly beside Grievous, and said coldly after witnessing the last batch of civilians being forcibly transformed into demons.

"Haha, war is so cruel. The war in this world is too low-level. It's time to let those angels who are intoxicated with the fantasy of justice suffer a taste of pain." Grievous' low and hoarse voice came from under his cloak, revealing an unspeakable indifference.

"Well, let's wait and see."

Dooku said this and turned to walk towards the army of combat robots that were gathering around him. According to Grievous' idea, every upcoming battle would be a decisive battle for the demon civilization, so they would have to show absolute strength every time to fight against the angels.

"We have just flattened three pre-nuclear civilizations and gained billions of new demon armies. The next step is to launch our own counterattack."

At Grievous' command, countless low-level demons roared and rushed towards enemy after enemy, until the last scream dissipated between heaven and earth.

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"The Military Affairs Department has issued the latest order: In view of the fact that the enemy has grown to a huge scale, we must not only send more troops to the battlefield, but also launch a super-large-scale battle to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop!"

After receiving the latest order, Kurolun excitedly announced to the officers around him: "This battle has been named by the Military Affairs Department - the Emperor's Battle!"

His voice was high-pitched and full of fighting spirit: "Attack with all your strength! In the devil's territory, dye this land red with the blood of traitors! I see the power of humanity in each of you!"

"For the Empire! For the Emperor!"

Countless officers were excited, cheering, hugging each other tightly, and shouting praises of the empire loudly.

"We have drawn back the curtain of hell! Let those traitors know who the real devil is!"

Countless clone soldiers were lined up in neat and orderly formations, looking majestic and imposing.

Kurolun stood on the platform in the center of the warship and gave an impassioned speech.

His words were like war drums, beating in the hearts of every soldier involved in the battle.

"You humans...are so crazy..."

Angel Yan stood beside Kurolun. At this moment, she was wearing a suit of silver armor that shone with silver light, and in her hand she was holding the flaming sword that symbolized her identity as a sacred guardian angel.

"How can you survive in this endlessly dark universe without going crazy? Isn't it?" Kurolun looked at the angel Yan beside him with a smile, and then gave the order without hesitation.

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"Attention everyone! Enemy encountered! Enemy encountered!"

A shrill alarm suddenly sounded throughout the entire fleet, as if it was a death call from an evil spirit from hell.

An expeditionary force consisting of five Hunter-class Star Destroyers unfortunately encountered a fleet led by Morgana.

At this moment, the dense and rapid alarm sounds were like a group of death-demanding devils, constantly attacking the nerves of every soldier on the warship.

"Everyone, get to your designated positions immediately! Get ready for battle!"

Following a roar from the commander, countless crew members quickly moved and took their positions.

"Report to the commander! We have discovered a large number of enemies approaching us quickly! Preliminary assessment is that they are enemy flying demons!"

The scout's voice, with a hint of panic and tension, was transmitted to the command room through the communicator.

Brute, the commander-in-chief of the fleet, frowned tightly. He knew that these flying demons were known for their speed and flexibility. If they could not be dealt with in time, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Immediately activate all close-in defense weapons! Attack the enemy with all your might! We must not let them get close to our fleet!"

Under Brut's command, one huge heavy artillery after another was activated. They stood like steel behemoths, tightly wrapped in extremely thick armor, with their cold and hard muzzles aimed straight at the demons that were surging towards them.

A huge formation consisting of thousands of V-19 Torrent fighters and ARC-170 starfighters took off from the wide deck like an arrow, and thousands of fighter planes covered the sky like a swarm of locusts.

"Prepare to launch proton torpedoes! All blaster weapons are on combat readiness!" With the order, countless hideous-looking gun muzzles locked onto the demons speeding through space, and then a thrilling battle broke out in an instant.

"Quickly cut through the enemy formation! Never let them form an effective defensive formation!" This strategy is very familiar to the Imperial Navy carrier-based aircraft pilots, but it has been proven to be effective time and time again.

By quickly infiltrating and dividing the enemy, they are isolated and helpless, and then we concentrate our forces to defeat them one by one.

“Bang bang bang bang bang bang!!!”

One demon after another was swept by the blasting beams and then exploded into a pile of minced meat in space. Their bodies were simply unable to withstand the blasting weapons equipped on these fighter planes.

At this time, those low-level demons who attempted to attack the Hunter-class Star Destroyer would not be in a good situation either. More than a dozen Lancer-class frigates would tell these demons who came to attack them what air defense is.

The Lancer class, known as the nightmare of space ace and fighter terminator, is an expert in air defense. The dense blasting beams have created a death zone between the demons and the battleships. Countless demons that tried to approach the Star Destroyer were shot into a pile of pieces by the anti-aircraft guns on the Lancer class.

"Tsk, human wave tactics, I'll use the rest!"

Morgana blew up more than a dozen V-19 "Torrent" fighters with a single blow, then looked coldly at the several Lancer-class escorts in front of her.

"boom!"

Almost in an instant, Morgana easily tore the two Lancer-class ships into pieces with her demon claws, and then the bodies of countless crew members floated in the universe.