Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"My lord."

A dark figure slowly walked from the end of the corridor. It was Anakin in a black robe.

Under the watchful eyes of twenty imperial guards, he walked steadily in front of Yang Cheng.

"Greetings, Your Majesty."

Anakin's deep voice came from under his black hood, as if carrying endless mystery and majesty.

"Is there anything I can do, my lord?" Anakin continued to ask in a low voice, his tone revealing his loyalty and awe for Yang Cheng.

"That's right, I have an errand for you."

Yang Cheng walked out of the rest cabin and handed a star map to Anakin.

"This is…………"

Anakin took the star map curiously and then looked at it curiously.

"Go find Grand Admiral Thrawn. He should need you."

Yang Cheng issued an order. Currently, the Empire is in a period of fighting on two fronts. The army led by Lorgar is defending the Eye of Terror, while the troops led by Grand Marshal Thrawn are always on guard against the invasion from the Zerg.

"Okay, my lord."

Anakin replied respectfully that for him the responsibility he shouldered was great and he was willing to give everything for the Empire.

At this moment, Yang Cheng quietly walked up to Anakin and said to him in a low voice: "If you can continue to make contributions to the empire, then you can meet Padme."

Hearing this, Anakin's eyes flashed with surprise. He had a special feeling for Padme, and this news undoubtedly gave him new motivation.

However, he quickly regained his composure, buried the surprise deep in his heart, and showed firm determination.

"Padmé......"

Anakin murmured quietly, as if recalling the good times he had spent with her.

But soon, his face returned to its usual coldness.

"I won't let you down, Your Majesty."

Just as Anakin turned to leave, Yang Cheng called him.

"Wait, change to this."

Yang Cheng stopped Anakin who was about to leave, and then handed out a black armor at a gesture.

"It's made of special materials. It's much better than the robe you're wearing."

The armor next to Yang Cheng was made according to Anakin's original armor. Its pitch-black shape was like a warrior's armor, and its oppressive feeling was no less than any other Primarch.

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Cartel 8 satellite

Chuji Academy

"Don't blame me, it's just business as usual. You are excellent. But your story shouldn't have ended here. It's a pity that you won't be able to see the scene where some people are enemies all over the world. Thank you for your efforts. So...good night."

"grass!"

A Zhongsi student who was hiding under the quilt and playing with a data tablet suddenly cursed angrily, his eyes fixed on the kill prompt on the screen, secretly cursing the teammate who betrayed him in his heart.

"Shut up! What are you making so much noise for?"

The student on the upper bunk slapped the student who had just made the noise, then cursed him harshly in a low voice.

"John, if you dare to speak again, I swear I will report you to the instructor during training tomorrow for secretly playing with the data tablet in the middle of the night."

"Okay, okay, I get it. I won't play anymore."

The student in the lower bunk sighed helplessly, put away the data pad in his hand, and quickly got into bed.

"Speaking of which, have you noticed that Tina is always away from the dormitory these days?"

"Who knows, she seems to be a little neurotic lately."

"Should we go look for her? Maybe we can find something interesting."

Another student sat up from the bed excitedly and looked at the other people with anticipation.

"What are you waiting for? I just saw her going to basement 3, hurry up and follow her!" he whispered.

Four students in pajamas quickly climbed out of bed with neat and agile movements.

They opened the door carefully and tiptoed out of the dormitory, trying not to make any noise.

At this time, in the dim corridor, only a few candles were flickering faintly, illuminating a small area around.

The archway where the Emperor's holy image was supposed to be had been swallowed up by darkness at some point, leaving only darkness.

"Pray that we don't get a caning tomorrow, John," whispered one of the students.

"God, could you please shut your bad mouth?" another student responded.

Several people carefully avoided the patrolling security personnel and successfully reached the basement.

However, when they entered the basement, a strange flash of fire caught their attention.

The fire flickered, accompanied by the sound of chopping meat coming from inside.

"What is that?" one of the students asked nervously.

Several people looked at each other, and beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads.

One of them couldn't help but pull out a dagger from his waist, holding it tightly in his hand, and looking ahead vigilantly.

In the firelight, a thin figure was standing in the center of an altar. Her body looked very fragile, but her eyes were extremely firm, as if burning with a flame.

The altar was surrounded by a magic circle made up of 88 alien skulls, each of which exuded a creepy aura. Tina's thin figure was standing in the center of the magic circle, like a flower blooming in the darkness.

Tina was holding an alien head in her hands, her lips moving slightly, and she was muttering strange spells. These spells were like poisonous snakes wandering in the air, and the air around her was polluted blood red by this strange scene.

Waves of bloody smells emerged from the magic circle, as if a long-sleeping beast was waking up. As Tina's chanting became louder and louder, crimson spiritual energy began to spread along the edge of the magic circle toward the center, dyeing the entire magic circle into a blood-red ocean.

"God above......"

John and his companions watched this scene with fear and awe in their hearts. They dared not speak out, fearing to disturb Tina's ceremony. However, at this moment, Tina suddenly turned her head and looked at them with her eyes burning with flames.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

A sound that did not belong to Tina came out of her mouth, and then red spiritual energy surged out from the magic circle and enveloped Tina's body.

Red wings spread out behind Tina's back like feathers breaking out of a shell, and long, sharp red horns protruded from Tina's forehead.

The red armor covered Tina's body like a fungal blanket, and then a long sword filled with blood appeared in Tina's hand.

"I am the omen of death, the nightmare of all living things, your greatest fear. I am death."

With Tina's roars, the power of Khorne descended here.