Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"Hank, hold the gun tight."

A magnetic voice sounded from behind Hank, and then a big hand grasped the trembling grenade launcher.

"Old Political Commissar..."

Hearing this familiar voice, Hank was stunned for a moment, then looked at the big hand that was helping to hold up the gun.

"You are... the old political commissar?"

"Am I... dead?"

Hank was slightly stunned when he heard the familiar voice. He asked while being wary of the voice.

Hank was worried that this was an illusion created by the enemy to paralyze his nerves.

"Hank, look at me."

Hearing this familiar voice, Hank couldn't help but look back.

A tall figure in a political commissar's uniform stood behind Hank, his face devoid of flesh and blood, replaced by a burning skull.

The political commissar in front of him was burning with flames, and his body was no longer flesh and blood, only burning bones remained.

Hank's eyes widened as he stared at the scene in disbelief.

His heartbeat quickened and his breathing became rapid.

"How is it possible...the old political commissar has died! This must be an illusion of the enemy!" Hank muttered to himself, trying to convince himself not to believe what he saw.

However, the voice of the political commissar came from the skull.

"Hank, I have returned to the Emperor's side and become one of the Emperor's divine soldiers."

Along with the old political commissar's voice, bursts of golden light emanated from his body.

Hank's body was illuminated by the golden light, and his body, which was originally covered in blood, slowly healed under the light.

"This is…………"

"Your Majesty's great power, feel it."

The old commissar said as he walked in front of Hank.

"Old Political Commissar..."

Hank looked at the scene in front of him, his mind went blank, as if his head had been smashed.

To him, this world had gone completely crazy. First, demons came to the world, and then the Emperor's divine army appeared before him.

Hank began to regret coming into this world. He felt that his worldview had completely collapsed.

However, just when he was at a loss, a voice came from behind him: "Hey, Hank, you're still alive?"

Hank turned his head and saw a figure with flames all over his body standing behind him.

This figure was wearing the uniform and carapace armor of the First Regiment of Audisius, holding a flaming hell gun. Hank's eyes widened and he asked in confusion: "Who are you..."

"Me! The old soldier who told you to put the dog tags in your mouth before you died!" said the figure, revealing a skull face burning with flames.

"New here? Keep your dog tags in your mouth so they don't vaporize from the heat."

Hank suddenly remembered the old soldier who had given him advice, and said in surprise, "Is it you?"

Hank was stunned for a moment, then slowly asked, "Aren't you dead?"

"Yes, I died, but I also survived. I became a soldier in the Emperor's domain, loyal to His Majesty the Emperor." The old soldier said while looking at Hank in front of him.

"There are more than two of us, look to the right."

The old soldier pointed to one side with his bony finger as he spoke, and figures appeared from the darkness one after another.

The golden flames illuminated the dark cabin, and the golden double-headed eagle logo that was originally shrouded in darkness relit under the light of the fire.

"you………………"

Hank watched this scene excitedly. One by one, the soldiers from the Audisius First Regiment reappeared in front of Hank.

"On your right, Commissar."

Tens of thousands of cursed soldiers with flames on their bodies stood in front of Hank. Although their flesh and blood had long been burned by the flames, only pale bones and the flames attached to their bodies were left under the flames.

"Watch this, Hank."

The old political commissar drew out the power sword from his waist, and golden flames burned under the sharp blade.

The temperature in the cabin rose sharply, as if the entire space was distorted by the heat.

Two powerful subspace forces raged wildly in the cabin, intertwining and colliding with each other, causing time and space to become distorted.

Golden and blue spiritual energies crisscrossed in the cabin like two giant dragons fighting.

Their light illuminated the entire cabin, making people feel a strong pressure.

"In the name of the Emperor!" the old political commissar roared, the power sword in his hand burning with flames, exuding a terrifying aura.

He pointed the tip of his sword at the huge whirlpool in front of him, then swung the sword upwards without hesitation.

The golden flames struck the body of the Vortex Beast like a bolt of lightning. Its blue skin was torn apart in an instant, revealing the surging subspace energy inside.

"Swish!" A sharp sound was heard, and the sword blade stabbed into the body of the vortex beast.

The old political commissar gripped the hilt tightly and twisted it hard, causing golden flames to explode at the subspace energy center within the vortex beast.

As a dazzling golden psychic energy emerged from the old commissar's blade, it quickly spread throughout the body of the vortex beast and began to burn the monster's body.

As the Whirlpool Beast screamed in pain, the golden psychic flame gradually ignited its body.

Under this horrific torture, the Whirlpool Beast continued to struggle, but ultimately could not escape the fate of death.

After a violent howl, the body of the Whirlpool Beast completely turned into a pile of black powder, floating in the air.

"go ahead!"

Tens of thousands of soldiers from the Old Audisius Regiment lined up neatly in a row, and then aimed the muzzles of their flaming light guns at the Tzeentch demon army in front of them.

"Fire!"

A golden beam shot out from the muzzle of the gun, piercing hundreds of Tzeentch demons. Then their bodies were burned by the golden flames, and then they were forced to be exiled back to the warp.

"Forward! Forward! Forward!"

Golden beams of light and blue psychic spells intertwined in the cabin, and the swift attack of the Tzeentch demons was blocked by the soldiers of the First Regiment of Old Odysseus, led by the old political commissar.

"Okay, Hank, you take a break."

The old political commissar looked at the stunned Hank in front of him, then tapped his forehead, and Hank fell asleep.

"Commissar! Commissar! Commissar!"

Hank was awakened in a daze, and a bandaged soldier appeared beside Hank.

"Political Commissar! You're finally awake!"

The soldier helped Hank up as he spoke. Hank was surrounded by corpses of friendly and enemy soldiers. Blood covered the entire cabin, and a stench filled the space.

"All the demons are dead? Was that a dream?"

Hank looked at the scene in front of him, then was slightly stunned.