Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"For the souls of the living! For the tears of the dead!"

Tens of thousands of Eldar warriors and Space Marines poured into the hive like a tide, launching a thrilling life-and-death battle.

In the hive, shouts of killing and the sound of metal clashing resounded through the sky. Sharp blades flashed with cold light, mercilessly slashing through the enemy's body; the rotating chain saw swords made a piercing roar, and blood splattered wherever they went.

On the battlefield, blood dyed the earth red. Brave warriors fell every minute and every second. They were either Eldar warriors or Space Marines, but all of them fought for their beliefs.

"Kill them! For Fenris!" McLen roared, his tall figure particularly eye-catching in the crowd. He was seen holding the chainsaw sword tightly in both hands and waving it wildly.

One after another, the Eldar warriors were killed instantly under his fierce attack, turning into pools of disgusting minced meat.

However, the long and fierce battle gradually made the chainsword in McLennan's hand unable to bear the burden. The sword body was blocked by the flesh and blood of the Eldar warriors and could no longer function normally.

But McLennan did not back down. He threw the damaged chainsword aside without hesitation, and then quickly pulled out a monomolecular dagger emitting a cold light from his waist.

At this time, more Eldar warriors were approaching him continuously, their eyes burning with anger and murderous intent. Facing this heavy siege, McLen showed no fear, but instead showed a contemptuous smile. He tightly grasped the dagger in his hand, ready to face this more brutal battle.

"Hahahaha! The blood of you poor creatures is not even as delicious as the mead of Fenris!" McLen laughed wildly, holding a sharp dagger tightly in his hand, and faced the dozens of Eldar warriors who were gradually approaching him without fear.

He stood firmly on his feet, his body slightly leaning forward, his hands holding up a dagger across his chest, in a strict defensive posture, fully preparing for the upcoming fierce battle.

At this moment, a creepy "buzzing" sound suddenly came from behind McLennan. The sound was sharp and piercing, as if it could penetrate a person's soul.

As one of the top hunters in Fenris, McLennan was extremely sensitive to this dangerous aura.

Almost instantly, he realized that a huge threat was quietly approaching him.

In the blink of an eye, McLennan turned around suddenly, his movements were clean and neat, as fast as lightning.

However, the moment he turned around, a cold light flashed, and the sword of the Eldar warrior hiding in the dark slashed down like a storm.

At that critical moment, McLennan showed amazing reaction speed and fighting instinct.

His eyes were as sharp as torches as he stared at the Eldar warrior who was rushing towards him, and the dagger in his hand drew a cold arc in the air.

In a flash, at this critical moment, McLen swung his arm violently, and the extremely sharp dagger pierced straight into the head of the Eldar warrior at lightning speed.

All I heard was a crisp "crack" sound, as if the sound of broken bones echoed in the air.

McLane's blade was like a high-speed blender, stirring wildly in the Eldar warrior's head.

In just a moment, the Eldar warrior's brain was completely turned into a mess.

Then, McLennan pulled out the dagger without hesitation, bringing out a spray of blood and brain matter, which splattered on the ground.

However, before McLen could catch his breath, another Eldar warrior rushed over like a ghost.

Immediately afterwards, one after another Eldar warriors emerged from all directions, holding sharp blades, and launched round after round of fierce attacks on McLen like a surging tide.

Those sharp blades flashed with cold light, like dense raindrops falling down.

Moreover, each of the sword strikes was precisely aimed at the vulnerable parts of McLen's power armor. It was obvious that these Eldar warriors knew the weaknesses of McLen's equipment very well.

There was no doubt that these cunning and cruel Eldar warriors were not in a hurry to end McLane's life immediately.

They seemed to enjoy watching McLennan suffer before his death, feeling the despair and fear of death approaching but being unable to do anything.

However, they greatly underestimated the strength and will of a Space Marine. For these fearless warriors, death is not the end, but merely a transition.

Even if their extremely tough bodies are destroyed, their indomitable souls will still embark on the road of return, eventually returning to the supreme Golden Throne and integrating into the extremely loyal Cursed Legion under the Golden Throne, continuing to fight for the glory and peace of the Empire.

"Bang!" With a deafening bang, the power backpack behind McLennan suffered the enemy's final fatal blow and was instantly chopped into pieces.

The power armor weighing several tons suddenly lost its vital power source. The equipment that was originally indestructible and gave him great strength was now like a heavy cage that tightly bound his body.

"Haha, I want to witness with my own eyes your pupils become completely dim and lose all vitality!" A hideous-looking Eldar warrior laughed wildly, waving the extremely sharp long sword in his hand and slashing fiercely at McLennan.

With a crisp "crack" sound, the sturdy helmet on McLennan's head broke into two pieces.

What was even more horrifying was that a small half of the blade was deeply embedded in his head, and blood immediately spurted out like a fountain.

"Are you dead? Savage monkey!" The Eldar warrior shouted with disdain on his face, and walked towards McLennan with a swagger. However, just as he was about to approach McLennan, something unexpected happened.

McLennan, who seemed to have no power to fight back and whose life was hanging by a thread, suddenly erupted with amazing power like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time.

Although the extremely sharp blade had mercilessly hit McLennan's brain stem, for McLennan, a Space Marine, the damage was as insignificant as a tickle.

It happened so quickly that McLen rushed to the front of the Eldar warrior who was still complacent at a speed beyond ordinary people's imagination. In almost the blink of an eye, he rushed like lightning.

Then, McLennan raised his fist without hesitation and smashed it hard into the opponent's face with the force of thunder.

Only a dull crash was heard, as if the entire space was shaking.

The Elven warrior didn't even have time to react before he was knocked back several meters by McLennan's powerful punch. He fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Who else wants to try it?"

McLennan stood in the shadows and looked at the Eldar warriors around him, but he didn't notice that a sharp bone blade was pointed at him.