Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"heresy?"

Andre looked coldly at the rising star human warrior in front of him holding an electromagnetic rifle. There was no expression on his face, which was as hard as steel, as if he was a ruthless god of death.

He tightly grasped the power scepter in his hand, and his eyes were cold under the helmet.

“Don’t…don’t…don’t…”

The human warrior from the Nova Federation had a hollow look in his eyes, as if he had lost his soul.

He pulled the trigger numbly, and light blue beams shot at the Space Marines like raindrops, but these attacks were in vain for the Space Marines' heavy armor, leaving only faint scratches.

"Heretic, repent in the name of the Emperor!"

Andre's deep and majestic voice sounded, full of irresistible power.

He waved the power scepter in his hand, and the glowing scepter head was like a burning flame, carrying endless power.

As the scepter fell, the human's head was crushed by this huge force in an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and the head instantly turned into a bloody mist. The bloody smell filled the air, making people shudder.

Dozens of Space Marines have been airdropped into the city, ready to bring slaughter in the name of the Emperor.

"Quick! Build a defense line! Protect the believers of the Path of Glory!"

Thousands of Nova Warriors wearing yellow armor and holding pulse rifles rushed out of the military camp. Among them were Nova people from the Nova Federation, humans who surrendered to the Nova Federation, and other alien races. At this moment, they will fight for their common beliefs.

"For the Emperor! Make those xenos and heretics repent!"

Andre roared, his whole body emitting a powerful aura. Holding a power scepter and a plasma pistol, he rushed towards a Nova warrior in combat uniform like a ferocious lion.

His steps were steady and firm, and his eyes were full of murderous intent, as if he wanted to tear the enemy in front of him to pieces.

When he rushed to the Nova Warrior, he raised the power scepter in his hand without hesitation and smashed it hard on the opponent's head.

This blow contained enormous power that could not be ignored.

However, this rising star warrior is no ordinary person.

At the critical moment, he quickly raised his arms and forcibly blocked the fatal attack.

But the price of doing so was that his entire arm was completely destroyed by the decomposition field, and the flesh and blood under his combat suit was smashed into powder.

But this was not the end. Just as the Nova Warrior tried to fight back with the plasma cannon equipped on his other arm, Andre's reaction speed was faster than him.

Andre quickly pointed the plasma pistol at the chest of the rising star warrior and pulled the trigger without any hesitation.

A light blue beam instantly shot out from the muzzle, piercing through the fragile armor of the combat suit at an astonishing speed.

The huge amount of energy caused the armor to rupture instantly, and the Nova Warriors inside were melted by the high temperature.

Andre's movements were smooth and seamless, giving the enemy almost no chance to breathe.

"Assault! In the name of the Emperor!"

On the battlefield filled with smoke and flames, dozens of Space Marines were like ghosts, taking advantage of the billowing smoke to advance at lightning speed.

The grenade launchers in their hands never stopped firing the moment they landed, and round after round of ammunition rushed towards the enemies in all directions like meteors.

When these bombs hit the Nova Warriors, their power was so great that they easily blew them into balls of scarlet blood mist. Even their sturdy armor could not withstand this force and was ruthlessly torn into countless pieces.

At the same time, in the vast sky, Valkyrie gunboats flew by like soaring eagles, cutting through the clouds. Many Astra Militarum assault troops were already on full alert, waiting for the battle order to be issued.

As the gunboats slowly landed on the battlefield, tens of thousands of Astra Militarum soldiers poured out like a tide, and then quickly sought suitable shelters according to established orders, waiting for instructions for subsequent actions.

"Fire!" At the command, light blue pulse beams and bright ruby-like laser beams crisscrossed across the battlefield.

The sudden and fierce offensive by the Astra Militarum and Space Marines obviously caught the Nova Federation defenders off guard.

Under the excellent command of the Space Marines, the defenses of the Nova Federation are gradually crumbling, and the positions are being torn apart step by step.

"Brother Andre! Look here!"

Following the shout, a Space Marine stood in front of a huge steel door, holding a newly installed thermal bomb in his hand.

Then he pressed the button to detonate the bomb.

With a deafening roar, the hot melt bomb exploded instantly.

The powerful energy caused a huge hole to melt in the middle of the steel door, and the high temperature instantly evaporated the steel into steam.

The dark interior of the air-raid shelter was therefore completely exposed to the Space Marines.

At this time, tens of thousands of Nova Federation civilians were hiding in the shadows of the air-raid shelters, looking at the few Space Marines who suddenly broke in with horror and anxiety on their faces.

These civilians thought they could be safe here from the war, but now they find themselves with nowhere to escape.

"A bunch of aliens, kill them."

These words echoed in the air like a death sentence.

The Space Marines raised their weapons expressionlessly and walked towards the civilians.

They had no mercy at all, because in their eyes, these civilians were just a group of aliens that needed to be eliminated.

But for the civilians, this moment seemed like the end of the world.

They cried helplessly, trying to find a glimmer of hope for survival, but they could not change the destiny.

The dense flames of explosive bombs flickered in the narrow air-raid shelter, and countless civilians of the Nova Federation were turned into blood mist in an instant.

"Da da da da da da..."

As one magazine was finished, a Space Marine took out the second magazine without hesitation and continued firing into the darkness.

His eyes were cold and firm, as if he was accustomed to such killing scenes.

His movements were skillful and swift, and each bomb hit the target accurately, leaving the alien no chance to breathe.

Screams and cries could be heard in the small air-raid shelter, but they were soon drowned out by the piercing sound of bombs exploding.

The sounds intertwined to form a creepy symphony.

In this brutal war, no one can survive. For the Empire, there is only one thing they have to do, and that is to kill all the aliens at all costs.