Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"Mara! How dare you play tricks on me!" Khorne roared angrily, but his mind had not yet completely turned around. At this moment, Yang Cheng had already fled Khorne's territory with the fragments of Horus' soul.

Hearing Khorne's angry curses behind him, Yang Cheng quickly put away the soul fragment and ran straight towards Tzeentch's Crystal Palace.

However, on Yang Cheng's way forward, a blue shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

"Jianqi, are you here to beg for mercy?" Yang Cheng's armor was stained with bright red blood, but he still stood straight and said sternly.

"Haha, Mara, you actually dared to break into the divine domain of the other three gods alone. You are so bold..." Tzeentch sneered.

"Stop talking nonsense! Where is the soul of Horus!" Yang Cheng asked sternly.

"Isn't it just a soul fragment? I'll return it to you."

Jianqi waved his hand lightly, and a crystal clear soul fragment floated towards Yang Cheng.

Yang Cheng grabbed the soul fragment, and after confirming that it was correct, he put it in his arms.

"The things have been obtained, so you don't need to come to my place. After all, my palace cannot afford to be messed up."

Just as Jianqi was about to speak, Yang Cheng suddenly did something surprising - he grabbed the soul fragment and quickly clenched his fist, then he actually burned it with golden psychic fire.

"Tzeentch, your little trick can only fool a brainless guy like Khorne." Yang Cheng tightly grasped the blue psionic energy, staring at the huge shadow of Tzeentch in front of him with a sharp gaze.

"As expected of Mara, you actually saw through me..." Jianqi glanced at Yang Cheng with a helpless tone, but then he regained his composure and spoke slowly.

"Is this a little surprise? In that case, I have also prepared a gift for you." Yang Cheng said in a firm tone. After he finished speaking, a psychic sphere began to condense in his hand, and then he threw it out without hesitation.

This psychic sphere cut through the endless subspace like a meteor and rushed straight towards Tzeentch's territory.

"Bang!" With a loud bang that shook the earth, hundreds of ever-changing demon kings were instantly turned into ashes under the shining golden light.

"This is also a small gift from me to you. I hope you will accept it."

Yang Cheng smiled slightly, then turned and left.

"Haha, Mara, I wish we could be this arrogant even when facing beings more powerful than us."

The floating phantom of Tzeentch slowly made a sound, and Yang Cheng, who was about to leave, also stopped at this time. In an instant, a mysterious force emanated from Tzeentch, as if to distort the entire space.

"A more powerful existence? What do you mean?" Yang Cheng frowned slightly, staring at the shadow of Jianqi, trying to find the answer from it.

"Haha, Mara, I glimpsed the scene outside the world. Although it was only for a moment, I felt an immense power in that moment." Tzeentch's voice echoed in the air like a ghost, making people shudder.

Yang Cheng was shocked. He simply thought that the system existed only to summon characters and connect the world. But after Jianqi said this, Yang Cheng also keenly realized that something was wrong.

Jianqi seemed to see Yang Cheng's confusion, and then he said again: "I realize that our universe is just a small drop of water in it, and there are infinite drops of water like us."

After saying this, Tzeentch disappeared into the warp, and Yang Cheng quickly returned to the battlefield to take Lorga and others away. They were busy with the next things to do.

"Malcador...Malcador..."

Yang Cheng came out of the warp and then returned to the palace with the fragments of Horus' soul.

"My lord!"

"Father!"

The Imperial Guards and Horus walked forward almost at the same time. Yang Cheng was covered in blood, and his armor was stained red with blood.

Trajan and Waldo held up Yang Cheng's arms at the same time to prevent him from falling to the ground.

"Malcador... Horus' soul fragment has been found... Repair it immediately and give Horus treatment... Also, be careful of those four old guys..."

After Yang Cheng finished speaking, he collapsed. Only then did Trajan and Waldo notice that there was a shocking wound on Yang Cheng's back.

The huge sword blade directly slashed through Yang Cheng's body, leaving a bloody wound on his back.

The wound looked extremely horrible, as if it was deep enough to see the bone. Blood continued to flow out of the wound, staining the surrounding ground bright red.

The red spiritual energy tore through Yang Cheng's wound. This was a fatal injury caused by Khorne to Yang Cheng. If not treated properly, his life would be in danger.

Trajan and Waldo's faces turned very ugly. They knew that Yang Cheng was seriously injured, but they didn't expect it to be so serious.

They quickly helped Yang Cheng up and tried to keep him awake.

"My Lord, you must hold on!"

"Father, you'll be fine!"

The imperial guards gathered around, their faces filled with worry and anxiety.

"Quick! Call back Lorgar and Magnus!"

"Seal off the Terra Palace! Don't let any news out!"

Waldo quickly took over the command and then arranged for the imperial guards to make preparations for the next step.

“Father, I…”

Horus looked at Yang Cheng in front of him and was about to say something, but saw Malcador pull him aside and then slowly spoke to Horus.

"The Emperor is injured. No one except you and the other Primarchs should tell this matter. Keep this matter completely secret." Malcador said coldly to Horus.

"Then father......"

Horus was about to say something else, but was interrupted by Malcador.

"Don't underestimate the Emperor. He has suffered far worse injuries than these."

Malcador said as he pulled Horus out of the hall and then into the palace gardens.

"I will merge the soul fragments with your soul again. You should stay in the palace quietly for the time being. Someone will take your place for a while."

Malcador looked at Horus and spoke in a serious tone.

Horus was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Understood, Malcador."

Malcador patted Horus on the shoulder and turned away.

Horus stood alone in the garden, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

He himself did not expect that this small wound of his would cause such great harm to his father, and he did not expect that the dangers in the subspace would almost kill someone like his father.

Horus sat in the garden in frustration, while Yang Cheng was being treated by many doctors.