Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"careful!"

With a tense and rapid shout, the Space Marine known as Ankra was knocked to the ground by a powerful force.

His huge body was like a heavy mountain, pressing him to the ground and making him almost unable to move.

"Purify the unclean!"

Burrus raised the chainsword in his hand without hesitation, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

He swung the chainsword with all his strength and chopped it down hard at the giant insect.

However, something unexpected happened. With a crisp collision sound, the saw teeth of the chainsaw sword collided with the hard carapace of the huge insect swarm, making a sharp and piercing sound.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the flames produced by friction shone in the darkness, jumping around like fireworks.

"Damn it! Guilliman, for God's sake!"

Faced with such tenacious Zerg, Burles had no intention of retreating.

He reacted quickly and decisively pulled out the cooled plasma pistol from his waist, his eyes fixed on the Zerg's throat.

"boom!"

A loud bang broke the silence, and a dazzling blue beam shot out from the plasma pistol.

This blue beam of light was like a bright star, containing endless energy. In an instant, it was launched at an astonishing speed, as if carrying the power to destroy everything.

The light blue beam of light was like a sharp sword, piercing the monster's throat accurately.

Its throat was completely torn apart, and its smelly internal organs and bone-white skin and flesh as hard as steel turned to ashes in an instant.

"Brother Ancra! Are you okay?"

Burrus and several other Space Marines quickly pulled away the insect corpses covering Ankla, and then Ankla's blood-stained body was exposed to everyone.

The armor on his body had been corroded beyond recognition by the Zerg's high concentration of sulfuric acid. The surface of the armor had evaporated completely, and the black shell on his body was exposed to everyone's sight.

Ankla's neck was burned through. The high concentration of sulfuric acid opened a hole in his neck. Bursts of blood were flowing out of the hole, as if his life was gradually slipping away.

The most serious injury Ankara suffered was on his head. The huge claw pierced straight into Ankara's helmet, and the sharp claw blade penetrated into Ankara's brain, as if tearing his mind apart.

"Guilliman, Ensign Ancora needs help!" Burress called out over the intercom built into his helmet.

Burrus and another Space Marine carefully helped Ankla up. Their movements were gentle and cautious, for fear of causing more harm to Ankla.

Under the broken helmet, Ankla still cursed in a half-satisfying tone: "Damn it, if I had a few more arms I would still be afraid of it, this disgusting alien..."

"Okay, stop talking and wait for the pharmacist to come and just lie down and get treated."

Bullos helped the injured Ankla to the junction of the lower deck and the middle deck. At this time, a large number of Astra Militarum troops and garrison troops on the ship had begun to launch a counterattack towards the lower deck.

Led by the Space Marines of the 3rd Company of the Ultramarines Legion, the Astra Militarum re-entered the lost lower deck and advanced to a position not far from the Zerg's hatchery on the battleship.

"Wala, follow me."

Varius stood at the front of the team holding a grenade. At this time, they were responsible for clearing the deck of area 9 on the lower level.

Varius looked at the corpses scattered in the corridor, frowned, and said with disgust: "These disgusting insects are really disgusting. But fortunately, I have seen more disgusting and terrifying scenes than this."

He gripped the weapon tightly in his hand, scanning the surrounding environment with sharp eyes, ready to deal with any possible enemies at any time.

"Follow me closely, don't fall behind."

Just at the front of the team, a mortal soldier suddenly ran out from the corner.

"Angel! Save me! Save me!"

The mortal soldier struggled to run towards Varius, his face full of fear and despair, as if something terrible was chasing him from behind.

However, after running a few steps, he fell on the cold deck with a dull thud.

"Prepare for battle..."

Varius's face darkened and he immediately raised his grenade launcher, pointing the cold muzzle at the mortal soldier, while looking around vigilantly.

“Save me…save me…”

The soldier struggled and threw himself towards Varius, muttering words for help.

But at this moment, something horrifying happened - while moving forward, the soldier's body underwent a strange change.

The soldier's body seemed to be infected by some evil force, and countless disgusting tentacles and hard shells emerged from his body.

The originally normal skin quickly became rough, as if covered with a thick layer of stratum corneum.

What's even more horrifying is that this soldier's palms actually grew sharp claws that flashed with cold light.

His body was also twisted to an incredible degree, with huge tumors bulging at his joints, making him look like a deformed monster.

(Appearance refers to the Dead Space Necromorph)

"What is this? Warp contamination?"

Vala stared at the scene in front of him with shock on his face, holding the weapon tightly in his hand, with his index finger on the trigger, ready to fire at any time.

"No, there is no warp power. This should just be an ordinary genetic infection."

A companion beside him analyzed calmly.

"Never mind, kill him."

Varius made a prompt decision and pulled the trigger without hesitation. Two crisp gunshots echoed in the corridor, accompanied by dazzling flames, and the monster was instantly blown to pieces, turning into a ball of blood mist.

"What a waste! Worse than a zombie."

Varius looked at the unknown creature lying in a pool of blood with disdain and shrugged his shoulders in boredom. However, at this moment, a slight sound came from the front, as if countless claws were rubbing on the ground.

"Guilliman, what's coming?"

Varius cursed under his breath while nervously pointing the muzzle of his gun at the source of the sound, his eyes revealing a hint of vigilance and uneasiness.

A few seconds later, thousands of mutated mortal soldiers attacked the Space Marines like zombies.

Like the mutated soldier just now, there are distortions of different shapes on their bodies, but without exception, they have nothing to do with the subspace. Their mutations are more like those caused by genetic modifications.