Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"This is……"

Thrawn stared at the shuttle in front of him in shock, feeling a strong sense of familiarity.

He couldn't help but think of a person, the legendary figure whom he once admired so much - Darth Vader.

Only that person can control the entire battlefield by himself and truly become an army of one person.

At this moment, a majestic shout suddenly rang out: "Everyone stand at attention! Lord Vader is here!"

The officers in gray and black uniforms quickly formed their formations, while the stormtroopers in white armor were neatly arranged into several square formations. Their movements were quick and decisive, and they had obviously undergone rigorous training.

Everyone stood up straight, looking firmly ahead, ready to greet Lord Vader's arrival.

As the sound of heavy footsteps slowly approached, everyone's eyes were focused on the exit of the shuttle.

Finally, a tall figure appeared in front of everyone.

That was Darth Vader, his body wrapped in a black cloak, exuding an unparalleled majesty.

His steps were steady and powerful, as if every step could shock people.

When he walked to the front of the team, all the soldiers saluted in unison.

(Please use your own imagination to make up the music)

"Everyone stand at attention!"

The officers and stormtroopers standing on both sides quickly straightened up and watched the figure in black armor and a black cloak on his shoulders flash past them.

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"If you have a gun with two bullets in it, and standing in front of you are an alien, a heretic who blasphemes the Emperor, and Erebus, which one would you shoot first?" An old Ultramarines stared at Vala in front of him and asked the question seriously and earnestly.

"I fired both rounds at Erebus, and then smashed the butt of the gun into Erebus' face." Vala answered firmly and decisively without any hesitation.

"Yes, you are worthy of being chosen by the Father of Genes!"

The veteran Ultramarines' voice was trembling with excitement, and he opened his eyes wide, as if trying to see something special from Vala.

Then he solemnly handed a chainsword into Vala's hands.

"You have officially embarked on the path to becoming a Space Marine. Are you ready to spread the glory of the Emperor and humanity throughout the galaxy?" the veteran of the Ultramarines Legion asked again, with anticipation and encouragement in his voice.

"Ready, Captain!"

Vala's face flushed with excitement. He gripped the chainsword tightly with both hands and swung it vigorously. His movements were smooth and natural, like a warrior who had been on the battlefield for a long time.

There was a gleam of excitement in his eyes, as if this chainsword was a part of his life, filling him with strength and courage.

At this moment, Wala was like a child who got a new toy and couldn't wait to show his ability and talent.

"Don't worry. You will be assigned to the Tenth Company for a period of time. It will take several years for you to grow into an ordinary Space Marine. Then you will be qualified after hundreds of years of training."

The veteran of the Ultramarines Legion patted Vala on the shoulder and encouraged him.

The veteran had never expected that the thin Wala actually had such strong toughness and adaptability to reconstruction surgery.

In just over ten days, Wala's body showed extraordinary compatibility. More than a dozen genetic surgeries were completed at an extremely fast speed, and there was no rejection in the body.

(Because of the Emperor's blessing)

In order to maintain strong combat effectiveness, each legion needs to constantly recruit new warriors.

Among them, different legions have their own recruitment methods, but most legions will select suitable candidates from their home planets.

On these planets, the environment is harsh, full of dangers and challenges, and only the toughest and strongest can survive.

These places often breed batch after batch of powerful new members who possess physical fitness and combat capabilities beyond ordinary people.

However, no matter what traditions a particular legion has, they must follow one key principle: recruiting young warriors.

Because only at this stage, their bodies have not yet matured and are better able to accept various biological implant surgeries.

Once they miss this opportunity, they may forever lose the chance to become true space marines.

When new members are recruited, a long and difficult training journey begins.

First, they will undergo a series of genetic implants and inductions to stimulate their potential powers and abilities.

These genetic modifications will give them extraordinary physical strength, keen perception, and unparalleled combat skills.

In the following years, this warrior was known as the "Novice" or "Space Marine Scout".

Although they have taken the first steps towards becoming a full-fledged Space Marine, in reality, they are still in the early stages of growth.

During this time, they need to constantly learn and adapt new skills and tactics while facing various tests and challenges.

Eventually, after years of training and accumulation, they will have the chance to be promoted to official Space Marines, becoming a member of the Legion, fighting to protect the Human Empire and spread the glory of the Emperor.

"Okay, next you go to the equipment room to organize your equipment, and then I will take you to the battlefield." After the veteran said this, he turned and left, leaving only his tall back.

Vala knew that he was from the 3rd Company of the Ultramarines Legion, a company with a resounding nickname - "Alien Disaster"!

The flag of the Third Company was even more distinctive: a Tyranid head with clenched teeth and a sword piercing through its head.

This is the best compliment for their outstanding performance in the First Tyrannic War.

At the time, the 3rd Company performed so well in exterminating the aliens that it won this flag as a symbol of honor.

And now, Vala is about to go to the battlefield with this veteran from the "Alien Scourge" company.

"Attention everyone! Enemy warship spotted! Get ready for battle!"

Just as Vala returned to the equipment room, a shrill alarm echoed throughout the Space Marine battle barge.

Hundreds of Space Marines on standby on the battle barge all took action, marching in unison to the equipment room to receive their weapons. Each of them had a serious expression and a determined look in their eyes.

After receiving their weapons, each member of the company quickly found their designated positions and prepared for battle. They moved skillfully and quickly, without any hesitation or delay.

In deep space, this Space Marine battle barge, and the several light cruisers and frigates escorting it, were fully prepared for battle.

The whirlwind torpedoes and macro cannons were on standby, and huge shells as big as mountains were stuffed into the muzzles. These shells shone with a cold light, as if they were messengers of death, waiting to release endless destructive power.

The entire fleet was like a beast ready to attack, quietly waiting for the enemy to appear.