Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

Sun Star Territory

throne world

Holy Terra

"Lord Horus, my lord asked you to go to him." Two guards walked into Horus' room. The leading guard saluted Horus and said.

Horus was sitting by the window sharpening the sword in his hand. He looked up at what he heard, then lowered his head and continued sharpening the sword: "Father, what do you want to talk to me about?"

The guard replied: "We don't know either, but you will know when you get there."

Horus was silent for a moment, slowly put down the sword in his hand, and stood up: "Okay, I'll be there right away." After that, he walked out of the room, followed closely by two guards.

As he walked along, the guards along the way cast strange looks at him. In their eyes, there was respect for Horus, but also a deep murderous intent.

They will never forget the terrible Horus Heresy and the disaster it brought to the Imperium.

Therefore, if Horus made any unusual movements in the palace, they would act without hesitation to defend the security of the empire.

"Almost there, Master Horus."

The leading guard brought Horus to a golden gate.

"My Lord awaits you within, Lord Horus."

Trajan was guarding in front of the door. When he saw Horus coming, he immediately waved his hand. The two guards escorting Horus quickly left, and Horus was brought into the gate.

The golden door slowly opened, and what came into view was a huge throne. Yang Cheng, wearing golden armor, sat on the throne.

Next to Yang Cheng, Malcador, wearing a gray robe and holding a scepter, was particularly eye-catching. His thin figure formed a sharp contrast with the tall Yang Cheng.

"Father……"

Horus walked up to Yang Cheng, then raised his head and said respectfully.

"Is the wound better?"

"It's all right, Father."

"No, that's just a wound on your body. The wound on your soul has not yet healed."

Yang Cheng walked down from the throne, came to Horus and spoke softly.

“Father, you…” Horus hesitated to speak, a look of pain on his face.

Yang Cheng patted Horus on the shoulder and said soothingly: "Don't worry, kid. A small part of your soul is in the hands of the Four Gods. I will help you get it back."

Horus nodded gratefully, but his eyes were still filled with worry.

Yang Cheng smiled and stroked Horus' face with his hand, then turned to Malcador and said, "Malcador, you take good care of Horus here. After I take back that part of his soul, I will come to help him heal his spiritual wound. Now, I have to go visit the Four Gods again."

After saying that, Yang Cheng drew out the Emperor's Sword that was shining with mysterious light from his waist. He gripped the hilt tightly, as if he could feel the power and majesty coming from the sword.

He walked with firm steps to the back of the throne, then gently swung his sword, and a passage to the warp opened.

Yang Cheng looked back at Makado, his eyes showing trust and entrustment: "If I encounter any accidents, I leave everything to you."

Malcador's old face trembled slightly. He clenched the scepter in his hand and murmured to himself: "Don't worry, old friend. I will protect Horus."

"I will face the Four Gods, and I will return victorious."

Yang Cheng looked at Malcador deeply, and then stepped into the subspace without hesitation.

With a strong energy wave, he disappeared into the void.

Makado stood quietly there, staring in the direction where Yang Cheng left.

In the subspace, a thrilling battle is taking place. The armies of the four gods are fighting in the endless void, and billions of stars are shaking in the fierce battle between the four demon armies, as if the entire universe is shaking.

"War! Offer the enemy's heads as sacrifice!" roared Khorne, the god of war and killing, his voice shaking people's hearts like thunder.

"Joy! Let the enemy's pain become our joy! Immerse ourselves in the ocean of joy forever!" Slaanesh, the goddess of joy and pleasure, screamed, and her laughter was like a ghost.

"Life, spread more life in this world!" Nurgle, the god of disease and life, chanted in a low voice, his body exuding the smell of decay.

"Change! Endless changes! Let this universe be filled with endless changes!" shouted Tzeentch, the god of change and wisdom, his eyes flashing with strange light.

Four huge figures sat in the subspace, their eyes full of passion and desire, staring closely at the fierce battle before them.

Khorne, the god of war and killing, Nurgle, the god of disease and life, Slaanesh, the god of pleasure and enjoyment, and Tzeentch, the god of change and wisdom. Their figures stand at the pinnacle of the warp, and their bodies are like huge existences composed of billions of stars.

Fierce Warp storms raged around them, with countless great demons fighting for their lives in it.

Each great demon possesses great power and evil will, and they fight each other just to please their gods.

Each of the four gods holds a small piece of Horus' soul in their hands. The four gods of the Warp are constantly using the energy of the Warp to reshape Horus' soul, trying to replicate it into an existence that can surpass Yang Cheng.

Khorne gave it endless killing and glory, as well as terrifyingly powerful power.

Slaanesh gives it endless pleasure, and endless joy.

Nurgle gave it powerful life and eternal love.

Tzeentch gave it infinite wisdom and endless changes.

A phantom is appearing among the four warp energies. The four gods want to use the wound created by Kesha before to stuff the soul of the traitor Horus into the original body of Horus, in order to achieve the goal of defeating the Emperor and destroying the entire human race.

However, Yang Cheng would not allow this to happen. A golden light appeared on the battlefield, and the four evil gods simultaneously focused their eyes on the golden light.

"Four bastards! Get out here!"

Yang Cheng held the Emperor's Sword in his hand, with flames blazing on the blade.

Yang Cheng held the golden power claw in one hand and the Emperor's Sword in the other, facing four huge figures.

In the name of humanity, face the four gods (if there is any infringement, delete it immediately)

“Mara is here, hahahaha!!!”

"Come to save his offspring? How interesting!"

The shrill laughter came towards Yang Cheng, but Yang Cheng just held the Emperor's Sword burning with golden flames in his hand and stared at the four huge figures in front of him with cold eyes.

Tens of thousands of great demons and trillions of monsters rushed towards Yang Cheng. However, just the moment they set eyes on Yang Cheng, hundreds of millions of monsters turned into ashes without any warning, and even their souls were completely wiped out.

"Come on, everyone."

As Yang Cheng raised the Emperor's Sword, countless golden figures slowly appeared from behind Yang Cheng.

"Reclaim the soul of Horus."