Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"He Xi, do you think you are great? Do you think your so-called angel civilization and angel order are great?" Xerxes tightly grasped the scimitar in his hand and walked towards He Xi step by step, making a cold voice as he walked.

He Xi watched Xerxes approach quietly, her eyes firm and calm, and she didn't seem afraid of this powerful enemy.

"He Xi, you should feel honored because your wings will become my collection, and your head will become a trophy in my collection room, and your angel civilization will become another alien civilization destroyed under the iron hoof of the Holy Emperor." Xerxes walked to a few dozen steps away from He Xi, and then said slowly.

As Xerxes finished speaking, he suddenly swung his sword and chopped straight at He Xi's neck. This blow was extremely swift and powerful, as if it was going to kill He Xi in one fell swoop.

However, at this moment, a figure suddenly rushed out from the dust produced by the explosion, as fast as lightning. He Xi quickly stood up and stabbed Xerxes with the spear in his hand like lightning.

"For...justice..." He Xi's voice revealed firmness and determination.

The spear, flashing with cold light, rushed towards Xerxes' face like a flash of lightning and was in front of him in the blink of an eye.

This blow was like a raging wave, so powerful that it seemed to tear everything apart.

However, faced with such a fierce attack, Xerxes appeared unusually calm.

When the spear was about to touch his face, he suddenly stretched out a hand and grabbed the incoming spear tip tightly.

With a loud bang, He Xi's strength, like a mountain crushing an egg, was easily caught by Xerxes in an instant.

At this moment, an expression of astonishment and disbelief appeared on He Xi's face.

He Xi tried to exert more strength, but Xerxes was obviously impatient.

At this moment, a loud "bang" was heard. It turned out that a powerful psychic power suddenly burst out from Xerxes' palm holding the tip of the spear.

Countless spiritual powers poured into every molecule of the spear like a tide, and then, the originally extremely sharp spear turned into a ball of yellow sand in an instant.

"Well, alien, it's time to pay your price."

Xerxes moved in front of He Xi in an instant, and then chopped down again with the sharp scimitar in his hand.

This time his movements were extremely fast, so fast that even He Xi couldn't react.

Seeing that the blade was about to fall on his neck, He Xi quickly used the armory again to take out a royal sword to block the attack.

With a sound of metal colliding, the king's sword was directly cut off by Xerxes' scimitar, and the sharp blade was only a few centimeters away from He Xi's neck!

At this critical moment, He Xi made up his mind, gritted his teeth and blocked the attack with his shoulder holding the sword.

Accompanied by the sound of flesh being cut, one of He Xi's arms fell to the ground.

"Not bad, I actually dodged it once."

A cruel smile appeared on Xerxes' cold face, while He Xi, who was standing beside him, covered his broken arm and gasped.

Her hand covering the wound was covered in blood, but she still struggled to stand up, her eyes full of indomitable and angry.

He Xi hadn't suffered such a serious injury for a long time, but this time the injury was fatal. She gasped, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. She felt her vitality was gradually fading away, and at this moment she was looking forward to Kesha's return.

Unfortunately, what she didn't know was that at this time, Kesha was leading the Sky Blade Fleet in a fierce battle with the Imperial Fleet.

"Tomboy! Tomboy!"

He Xi tried to contact Kesha, but everything around her was blocked by Gao Moda's psychic power.

At this time, Kesha didn't know that the City of Angels had already been breached.

"The sacred body can't be restored, right? How does it feel to have a broken arm?"

Xerxes took off his helmet, revealing a cold and ruthless face, with greed and cruelty flashing in his eyes.

Then, he slowly looked at He Xi, who was like a candle in the wind in front of him.

He Xi's face was as pale as paper, with beads of sweat on her forehead. Her body was shaking as if she would collapse at any moment.

Xerxes sneered: "Humph, the once high and mighty Angel King is now nothing more than this. Only the light of the God Emperor is eternal."

He approached He Xi step by step, the weapon in his hand flashing with cold light.

He Xi stared at Xerxes, a trace of despair and unwillingness flashed in her eyes. She clenched her teeth and tried to stay awake.

"Your so-called God-Emperor has made this universe a mess, hasn't he?"

"No, no, no, on the contrary, it is you who are making the universe a mess. The so-called justice and order, after all, is just the justice of Kesha alone. Your justice is far inferior to the justice of the empire."

He Xi stood there quietly, looking calmly at Xerxes who was talking big in front of him.

She covered her wound with one hand and looked around, as if preparing for something, but at the same time she was trying to stay calm and alert.

"So what is your so-called justice? Breaking into someone's house and then wiping out the whole family across the street?" He Xi responded, enduring the pain in his body and trying to stay calm.

She knew she had to delay time and look for an opportunity to fight back.

"Our justice? It is to create a world without any alien creatures, a world where humans are supreme and the glory of mankind will never fall. And you, and all the aliens and heretics who dare to disobey the Lord of mankind, should be burned to death on the stake." Xerxes said coldly and ruthlessly.

"You arrogant heretics should pay the price for your arrogance..."

As soon as Xerxes finished speaking, He Xi suddenly raised his arm, which was originally covering the injured part. Then another spear was taken out from the armory by He Xi and fired through the micro wormhole.

Although the spear was flying at an astonishing speed, Xerxes still held it firmly in one hand.

However, at the moment when Xerxes was dealing with the spear, He Xi quickly drew out a long sword and took advantage of the gap to stab Xerxes fiercely.

"Is this your last struggle?"

Xerxes said, easily blocking the spear with one hand, and then he suddenly exerted force with his other hand holding the scimitar. This time, He Xi failed to dodge in time.

The scimitar that was possessed by psychic energy and had a special stance broke through the defense of He Xi's sacred body in the blink of an eye, and then ruthlessly cut her in half.

"What………"

He Xi didn't even have time to react before the sharp blade ruthlessly chopped at her neck again. In an instant, a head rolled off He Xi's body.

The upper half of He Xi's body was nailed firmly by Xerxes to the huge marble pillar engraved with the symbol of angel history. The bright red blood slowly flowed down the stone pillar, as if silently announcing the demise of the Melo Heaven.

"Another collection, please keep it safe for me."

Xerxes attached a layer of spiritual energy to He Xi's head in his hand, and then threw it to Nadir on the side.

"Kill the remaining angels, and then we'll leave."