Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"Enemy...enemy...enemy..." These words seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth, carrying endless fear and despair.

There was a flash of cold light, and the extremely sharp blade ruthlessly slashed across the throat of the captain of the Rising Star Federation soldiers.

In an instant, scarlet blood spurted out from his wound like a fountain, splashing in the surrounding air and forming a bloody rain mist.

The soldier captain struggled desperately, trying to move his body towards the exit, but the previous blow had already caused him severe injuries, and the heavy bleeding caused his physical strength to be rapidly drained away.

At this moment, the originally spotless white floor was stained a shocking bright red, and a strong smell of blood filled the air.

His vision gradually blurred and the world before his eyes began to become dim.

Every breath was accompanied by excruciating pain, and the breath of life was slowly fading from his body.

Finally, he fell powerlessly in a pool of blood and slowly sank into it, ending his tragic fate.

In reality, the Space Marine was fully capable of killing the enemy with a single blow, but for some twisted reason, he chose to simply slit the enemy's throat with his blade, allowing the pain and torture to continue.

"Okay, the torture game continues..." Skruk's face hidden under the hideous helmet could not be seen, but the low, harsh and terrifying voice was clearly audible.

The sound was just like the scream of a bat that had just sucked blood. Against the dark background, it seemed even more eerie and terrifying.

"Next, we will continue this bloody massacre and let the miserable howls resound throughout this place!" There was a cold and cruel light in Scruke's eyes. He tightly grasped the extremely sharp blade in his hand and slowly rubbed it back and forth along the cold and hard wall, making a creepy and harsh friction sound.

Then, at Skruk's command, several ghostly Night Lords Space Marines clad in black armor quietly disappeared into the endless darkness again like ghosts.

They took light but firm steps, approaching the group of unsuspecting Nova soldiers in front of them step by step.

"Sir... Sir..." A rising star soldier holding a pulse gun was carefully searching for the enemy's traces. He was so focused that he didn't realize that he had gradually strayed away from the main force.

When he suddenly came to his senses and wanted to shout loudly, it was too late - he saw a black shadow rushing towards him from behind as fast as lightning.

In an instant, a skinning knife flashed with cold light and pierced through the back of the poor rising star soldier with lightning speed, piercing his heart.

Then, the man holding the knife shook his wrist slightly, and the sharp blade lightly peeled off the skin of the entire body as easily as peeling a fruit.

In the blink of an eye, the originally vibrant life instantly turned into a bloody, horrible corpse.

"One, two, three..." Scruker murmured softly, silently counting the number of enemies he had killed. Every kill gave him an indescribable sense of satisfaction, but it was also accompanied by a hint of fatigue.

This fatigue was not due to boredom with killing, but because Scruke felt that the bodies of these new star soldiers were too fragile, and they would die if he exerted just the slightest force.

However, these emotions did not stop him from moving forward. He tightly grasped the blood-stained blade in his hand and continued to move forward.

In this endless darkness, the Night Lords shuttled through it like ghosts. They seemed to have merged with the darkness and become the masters of this area.

In the blink of an eye, a rising star soldier was ruthlessly dragged into the dark abyss without even having time to let out a scream.

Immediately afterwards, a horrifying tearing sound was heard, and the poor soldier was instantly dismembered into pieces, with blood splattering everywhere.

The rest of the surviving Nova soldiers were already frightened out of their wits. They stared with wide eyes and horror at their companions being killed one by one, but they were powerless to do anything.

Fear spread quickly like a plague, devouring their last bit of courage and hope, until finally, only one person was left on the entire battlefield.

"Start moving towards the shield position. Those guys must have noticed our uninvited guests." Skruk said coldly, while pulling his bloody hands out of the belly of the dead Nova soldier.

He grabbed the intestine that was still dripping with blood, and without hesitation, wrapped it around the soldier's neck and tightened it.

With a dull suffocating sound, this life completely disappeared from the world.

After completing all this, Skruk turned his head sharply, glanced at his companions who were still immersed in the pleasure of slaughter, and whispered: "Alright! Stop dawdling, quickly get rid of the remaining enemies, and make a quick decision!" His voice carried an irresistible majesty, causing others to stop and obey his orders. Thus, a more tragic battle was about to begin...

At this moment, such scenes are constantly being played out on every warship.

Commander Qingfeng, with his keen insight, had already noticed that a group of unwelcome visitors had sneaked into the warship he led.

"Go find the Supreme Tribe immediately and tell them to prepare for transfer, and at the same time put all combat troops on combat readiness!" Commander Qingfeng gave the order decisively.

Then, he turned his gaze to a rising star officer beside him who was wearing a tall and mighty combat uniform, and shouted loudly: "Commander Xushan, hurry up and inform the Supreme Clan!"

After hearing the order, Xushan turned around and walked towards the back without any hesitation.

At the same time, another rising star officer standing on the other side formed a sharp contrast with Oyama - this officer was slightly thin, but still stood upright.

"Officer Changfeng, go find those disgusting 'rats' for me now!" Qingfeng issued the order again.

Only a clear and firm response was heard from under the heavy combat suit: "Yes, Your Excellency the Commander." The voice was soft yet full of determination, which made people look sideways.

"Let's get started and find these rats."

Changfeng activated the night vision goggles and thermal imaging systems in his combat uniforms, and then led thousands of soldiers into the darkness again.

At this time, the Midnight Lords had already arrived at the shield launchers of each warship. As the order was given, each team detonated the melta bombs at the same time.