Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"The Galaxy Gun is being calibrated and has locked onto the target - Isstvan III!

On the planet Bis, the massive and impressive Galaxy Gun system is ready to launch.

Thousands of outstanding engineers are nervously operating this behemoth, every detail is precisely controlled, and they are about to launch the first round of attacks.

"Calibration is complete, and we're ready to enter the launch countdown." The operator stood in front of the console, his voice steady and firm, and then he turned around to report to the officer behind him.

"Five...four...three...two...one...clearance to launch!"

As the officer gave a resounding order, an extremely huge missile burst out from the Galaxy Gun like a roaring dragon.

It traveled through the void at an astonishing speed, heading straight into the depths of the endless darkness of the universe.

In the sky above the planet Isstvan III, a thrilling journey of destruction begins.

Dazzling rays of light streaked across the sky like lightning, mercilessly hitting the surface of the planet.

Vast continents were swallowed up by the dazzling light of the spear of light, and countless soldiers died instantly at the hands of this terrifying spear of light weapon.

However, even those extremely powerful angels seemed fragile and powerless in the face of such advanced weapons of the Empire.

The power they once took pride in now seemed like a candle in the wind, vulnerable to a single blow.

In the face of the empire's absolute strength, they are nothing more than insignificant ants.

"The Human Empire betrayed us!! They betrayed us!!!"

Finally, some of the surviving angels came to their senses and tried to break through the air blockade set up by the Empire, but how easy was it? How could the Empire let these remaining angels go so easily?

Tens of thousands of TIE fighters were hovering over the planet, watching every corner eagerly.

At this moment, there are only a few angels able to continue fighting, with less than ten left.

Their bodies more or less bore traces of being hit by blaster beams, and their once snow-white wings had turned as black as ink due to severe damage.

They hid behind dark clouds, trying to avoid the close search of Imperial fighters.

However, the imperial pilots quickly discovered their traces with their superb driving skills and advanced detection instruments.

A thrilling chase ensued, with both sides shuttling and fighting fiercely among the clouds.

Although the angels fought bravely, they were outnumbered and gradually fell into despair.

"Damn it! There are too many humans!"

Looking at the densely packed TIE fighters around them, the remaining angels were simply unable to organize an effective resistance force.

"Boom boom boom!"

As soon as one TIE fighter was destroyed, ten TIE fighters quickly replaced it and continued to launch fierce attacks on the angels.

"For justice!"

A second-generation angel brandished a flaming sword in his hand with all his strength, and actually shot down several TIE fighters with one blow.

However, those pilots were not afraid of death. Their angry and hateful eyes were always fixed on the angel who shot them down. Then they were completely engulfed by the flames of the exploding fighter plane.

"Are these humans all crazy?"

A second-generation angel hadn't reacted yet when she suddenly felt several powerful energies locking onto her from behind. She looked back and was immediately shocked to see several TIE fighters behind her turning their firepower around and aiming their guns at her.

As the driver pulled the trigger without hesitation, dozens of powerful blasting energy beams rained down on the body of the second-generation angel.

Accompanied by deafening explosions, the second-generation angel finally couldn't hold on and was knocked away by the powerful impact force.

Her body kept rolling in the air and finally fell heavily to the ground.

In the orbit of the planet Isstvan III, there are three extremely large and Gothic-style Queen of Glory-class battleships docked.

One of the ships was centered around Horus's Vengeful Spirit, while the other two were the Blood Angels' Red Tear and the Lone Sand Warriors' Yellow Sand Lurker.

Horus was wearing a silver armor at this time, and beside him stood Abaddon wearing Terminator armor and many members of the Primarch Guard who were also wearing Gastlin Terminators.

"Long time no see, Xerxes." Horus said.

"Yes, brother." Xerxes responded. He was wearing a Persian-style power armor and holding the scimitar that belonged only to him in his hand.

At this time, Sanguinius excitedly shouted to Horus and Xerxes: "Let's tear those aliens down there into pieces!"

However, Horus replied calmly: "Don't worry, we will have many opportunities to kill these aliens later, and the aliens below are almost dead."

"So what should we do next?"

"Go find the aliens and kill them. Grind those aliens who dare to blaspheme my brothers with their appearance into ashes." Xerxes said excitedly.

"Father...don't be so excited..."

Captain Nadir and Chief Think Tank Gao Moda looked at the excited Xerxes in front of them, and then spoke hurriedly.

"Don't worry. We have enough aliens to kill. Why don't we go call Perturabo over?"

"And Angron, they haven't killed aliens in a long time." Sanguinius and Horus spoke one after another.

"My brother hasn't killed an alien in a long time. As his brother, how can I let him be so depressed?"

While Horus, Sanguinius and Xerxes were chatting, a missile fired from the Galaxy Spear streaked across the sky like a meteor and rapidly fell towards the surface of Isstvan III.

"The fighter fleet has evacuated. Now let's get ready to enjoy the magnificent fireworks!" Horus raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with anticipation gleaming in his eyes.

With a loud bang, the huge missile fell straight onto the ground of Isstvan III.

In an instant, the huge shock wave caused by the explosion swept over with a devastating force, as if it was going to tear the entire planet into pieces.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable powerful energy burst out instantly.

This force is like a volcanic eruption, surging and unstoppable.

In the blink of an eye, countless continents were torn into pieces, like broken porcelain scattered in the universe; the originally blue sky was also swallowed up by the raging flames, and thick smoke spread out, forming a scene that covered the sky and the sun; and the entire planet was like a lit powder keg at this moment, falling into endless destruction.

In just a few tens of seconds, the planet Istvaan III ceased to exist, leaving only nothingness and dead silence.

It just disappeared into the vast universe, as if it had never existed.

"March into the Angel Nebula. The Emperor's name should resound throughout the world."