Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"What the hell is going on? Why are there always so many weird things!" McLen roared, and at the same time, he swung his hands vigorously and crushed several Eldar warriors who tried to get close to him to the ground.

His eyes, filled with anger and confusion, were fixed on the web in front of him that was emitting a mysterious light.

Selina stood quietly on the towering Eldar Ark, gazing into the distance at everything that was happening before her.

Her beautiful face looked a little pale due to nervousness at this moment, and she murmured to herself: "Oh no, something must have happened..." Yes, just as she worried, the powerful energy that was originally surging and raging in the subspace was now like being crushed by an invisible giant hand, and gradually dissipated into the void.

Replacing these violent energies was a heart-pounding pale blue light, which was continuously gushing out from the depths of the webway.

That unknown energy gathered madly at the entrance of the webway like a flood that broke through a dam, forming a huge energy vortex.

The surging energy fluctuations were centered on this vortex and spread rapidly in all directions like a raging storm.

Then, one after another, dark shadows appeared quietly at the entrance of the webway like ghosts.

The Eldar warriors who had just recklessly rushed towards the entrance of the webway were all stunned and stood there in a daze the moment they saw these black shadows.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" A burst of crisp and short grenade firing suddenly rang out, breaking the brief silence at the scene.

Two bullets hit the heads of the two Eldar warriors accurately. With two dull explosions, their heads instantly turned into a ball of blood mist, splattering everywhere.

Then, a Space Marine dressed in blue and white uniform slowly walked out of the webway with steady and powerful steps.

Behind him, more fully-armed Space Marines followed in his footsteps and filed out. They were shining with a cold metallic luster, like messengers from hell, bringing endless fear and oppression to people.

"Which army are you from? How come I've never seen you before?" McLennan said as he pulled out the chainsaw sword stuck in the corpse. He raised his head and fixed his eyes on the strange figure in front of him who was half a head taller than him.

I saw the tall figure standing there steadily, like an unshakable mountain.

The sunlight fell on his heavy and gorgeous armor, reflecting a dazzling light.

His face was hidden by a helmet, but from his slightly raised chin and firm eyes, one could feel an unparalleled majesty and confidence.

"Acting commander of the 11th Legion of the Warbler Tail Oath, Charles." A deep and powerful voice came from under the heavy helmet, as if carrying a power that could penetrate the soul.

As the words fell, Charles' tall figure looked more upright and majestic.

Although he was only less than half a head taller than McLennan, the powerful pressure emanating from his body was like a surging torrent, sweeping towards McLennan.

This pressure comes not only from his tall and strong body, but also from the unswerving belief and courage deep in his heart.

Faced with such powerful pressure, McLennan showed no intention of backing down.

He still stood straight and responded carelessly: "Haha, the name of your legion is really sissy! But if you need any help, just call me!" After saying that, he did not forget to grin at Charles.

Charles nodded, then drew his cavalry sword from his waist and raised it, then roared: "Let's water our wheat fields with the blood of the enemy!"

His roar exploded in the air like thunder, deafening.

Then, hundreds of Space Marines of the Warbler's Oath Legion surged out from the webway hidden in the darkness like a tide.

They marched in neat and powerful steps, quickly gathering into an indestructible steel torrent.

These brave and fearless warriors held a variety of weapons in their hands, the most conspicuous of which were the grenade launchers that continuously spewed out flames.

Flames shot up into the sky, illuminating the entire battlefield. They shouted slogans in unison: "For freedom! Equality! Fraternity!"

With the passionate war cry, this elite force led by Charles rushed straight towards the group of Eldar warriors who were waiting in front of them with overwhelming force.

For a moment, shouts and sounds of gunfire resounded through the sky, and the entire battlefield instantly fell into chaos and fierce fighting.

The sudden appearance of Charles was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly disrupting the carefully planned layout of the Eldar.

According to the ancient and mysterious prophecy of the Eldar, humans should not be able to rush to reinforce this place so quickly. Even if they can arrive, their transmission speed will never be so amazing.

But the Eldar never expected that they had seriously underestimated humans' fearless courage in exploring unknown areas, and their deep-seated hatred for the aliens.

You know, when the interstellar team led by Charles came to support, they had already put their lives aside. This was because the early transmission of the webway was extremely unstable, and the hidden dangers were unimaginable.

But even in such difficult and dangerous circumstances, many brave Space Marines from the 11th Legion, led by Charles, resolutely chose to take the risk and personally step into this Webway full of unknowns and dangers.

And the facts proved that they succeeded. Whether it was because of the Emperor's blessing or the high quality of the webway itself, they successfully reached the battlefield this time.

"I'll kill him, and the rest of you continue to hold him back!" White Fang's loud voice rang out like a war drum. His eyes, as sharp as an eagle, were fixed on Charles in the distance, and his whole body exuded a chilling murderous aura.

The War Bishop White Fang is no ordinary man; he is a legend among the Eldar.

After thousands of years of baptism of war, galloping across the vast galaxy, and fighting life and death battles with enemies countless times.

Even those powerful Space Marine captains did not dare to underestimate the White Fang when facing the enemy.

Hearing White Fang volunteering, Selina nodded slightly to show her agreement: "Go, and be sure to be careful." She knew White Fang's strength well, but the battlefield is ever-changing and any accident could happen.

After getting Selina's permission, White Fang did not hesitate at all. He flashed and instantly turned into a white afterimage. He rushed into the battlefield filled with smoke and the sound of killing at an astonishing speed.