Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

In the dense forest, a tall figure shuttled through it. He was shrouded in black shadows and white mist, looking very mysterious and majestic.

Suddenly, a lot of white smoke emerged around Hua Ye. The smoke seemed to have life and flowed slowly.

"Who are you?" Hua Ye held the weapon tightly in his hand, looked at the smoke in front of him vigilantly, then licked his lips with his tongue and asked with a scornful smile.

At this moment, his tongue had become forked into two like a snake, emitting a strange smell.

At the same time, his whole body began to release a faint purple mist, which had a strong paralyzing effect. Anyone who inhaled it would immediately become limp and powerless, and would eventually be brutally killed by Hua Ye.

At this time, Hua Ye attempted to use this vicious method again to put the enemy into a desperate situation.

As time went on, bursts of lavender smoke flowed out from the gaps in his armor, filling the air and shrouding the entire area in a thin layer of mist.

"Devil..." Just when Hua Ye was feeling proud, a deep voice came from the smoke. This voice was full of power and majesty, which made Hua Ye startled.

As the voice sounded, the figure gradually approached Hua Ye, and the distance between them was less than 20 meters. Finally, Hua Ye saw the man's face clearly.

The other person was tall, several meters tall, and he was wearing a green power armor that shone with a dazzling light.

His left hand tightly grasped a sharp sword, and his right hand held a solid metal shield, giving people a feeling of indestructibility.

However, what was most eye-catching was his face, which was covered by a green hood, making Hua Ye unable to see his true appearance.

"what do you?"

Hua Ye felt an invisible pressure pressing on him. The man in front of him was like a lion in the jungle, and he was just a prey targeted by the lion.

"No one is worthy of calling me by my first name except my father."

A proud voice came from under the man's hood, and then the man slowly took off his hood, revealing a man's face under the hood.

The man had a thick golden beard and long golden hair hanging down beside his ears, like a young lion.

Zhuang Sen looked at the so-called Chosen of Slaanesh in front of him with indifference, and couldn't help but sneer contemptuously in his heart.

I thought I would meet a powerful opponent, but the one standing in front of me is just an insignificant doll.

"What are you doing?" Hua Ye's face changed slightly, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. He felt that Zhuang Sen looked down on him, and this look made him unhappy.

"A mere subspace doll is qualified to talk to me?" Zhuang Sen raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said with disdain.

At the same time, he slowly raised the lion sword in his hand, the sharp sword edge flashed with cold light, and he stared closely at Hua Ye in front of him, ready to fight at any time.

The Lionblade is a legendary sword wielded by Lion's Jonson, Primarch of the Dark Angels during the Great Crusade and the Horus Heresy.

However, after the destruction of Caliban, the sword was lost and its whereabouts are unknown.

According to legend, the Lion Sword was carefully forged by the Emperor's exclusive craftsmen, and its blade gleams with a pale light, as if it were shining from within, giving people a feeling of mystery and majesty.

When the sword touches the target, the flames that burst out instantly can turn the enemy into ashes.

Ultimately, the sword disappeared from the world along with the Primarch after Lion Jonson returned to Caliban to confront Luther.

Despite this, there has long been a rumor that the sword carried by the figure known as Lord Cypher is the Lion Sword.

Although these rumors lack conclusive evidence, they still arouse people's attention and speculation.

Some believe that Cypher may have carried the sword in the hopes of one day presenting it to the Emperor to ask for forgiveness for the Fallen, while others believe that he kept the sword in order to one day use it to assassinate the Emperor.

The lion sword that Zhuang Sen is holding now was the one that Yang Cheng arranged for someone to hand over to Zhuang Sen.

When Zhuang Sen took the Lion Sword, he also learned an astonishing fact from the Guards who delivered the sword: the reason why he was so powerful was because he was the Primarch of the Dark Angels, the First Legion of the Empire.

As the eldest brother of all the Primarchs, Jonson has a great responsibility.

At the same time, the Imperial Guards who led the team unexpectedly discovered that Zhuang Sen seemed to have a special ability. He could use the energy of the subspace to teleport, and every time he used this ability, a jungle would appear at the location he teleported to.

In addition to this, Jonson discovered that he could teleport with many Space Marines, which undoubtedly increased their combat effectiveness and strategic advantages.

Yang Cheng was also shocked when he learned about this. According to the description of the imperial guard, Yang Cheng inferred that Zhuang Sen had awakened the essence of the subspace, that is, the special ability of each Primarch.

"Devil, your opponent is me. It is your honor to die by my sword."

Like a lion ready to attack, Zhuang Sen stared straight at Hua Ye in front of him. His body leaned forward slightly, his muscles tense, as if he would explode at any time. One of his hands tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, and the other hand tightly grasped the shield, making a perfect defensive posture.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the two of them suddenly jumped up at the same time, and the speed was so fast that it was dazzling. In just a few breaths, Zhuang Sen had already approached Hua Ye like a gust of wind, and the sharp lion sword in his hand chopped straight towards Hua Ye's head with a sharp sword energy. The sharp sword blade was like a lion's claw, flashing with cold light, giving people a sense of deadly threat.

"block!"

As a crisp sound of metal colliding was heard, Hua Ye's pupils suddenly shrank. He reacted quickly, and raised the purple sword in his hand horizontally, accurately blocking the fatal attack.

"Is this your strength? It's nothing more than this..."

Hua Ye was just about to make a sarcastic remark, and even a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a huge force coming from Zhuang Sen's body.

Zhuang Sen suddenly exerted a little force, and then used his other hand to hold the shield and hit himself in the face.

"boom!"

A dull crash resounded all around, and Hua Ye felt a flash before his eyes, and he was knocked back. His face turned pale, and a trace of shock and anger flashed in his eyes.

"boom!"

Hua Ye was unable to dodge. His ugly face came into close contact with the shield in Zhuang Sen's hand.

Hua Ye was knocked flying and flew for dozens of meters before he barely stopped.

"Bah! Damn it!"

Hua Ye spat out the broken teeth in his mouth, then looked at Zhuang Sen in front of him viciously.