Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

Charles resolutely stood in front of White Fang, his eyes fixed on the cavalry sword in front of him that was flashing with the power of decomposition.

White Fang was standing in front of Charles, the long sword in his hand was flashing a frightening red light.

You know, the long sword in White Fang's hand is not ordinary. It is carefully forged from the soul fragments of the Eldar god of war Cain.

The blade of this knife contains unparalleled psychic power, which is enough to easily tear through extremely hard steel. Even the indestructible heavy armor of the Imperial armored vehicles is difficult to withstand when facing the sharp slash of White Fang.

However, the cavalry sword in Charles's hand also has an extraordinary origin. The hilt and guard of this cavalry sword are made from the bones of a holy nun.

Not only that, when this sword was being made, it was deliberately soaked in the blood of the purest people that could be found in the empire, so that the anti-psychic power contained in the sword itself cannot be underestimated by anyone.

"Wild monkey! Don't block the way!" White Fang shouted angrily and rushed towards Charles who was blocking his way like lightning.

In an instant, White Fang's body turned into an afterimage that was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye, but even so, Charles still successfully resisted the opponent's extremely fierce attack at this critical moment.

"Swish!" As the swords of both sides collided, a sharp and piercing sound of metal friction echoed all around. At the same time, countless dazzling sparks burst everywhere like gorgeous fireworks.

"You missed this battle, wild monkey!" White Fang's low and intimidating voice rang out slowly from under his snow-white mask, as cold as hell.

Immediately afterwards, his figure rushed away like lightning and instantly rushed in front of Charles again.

"Your planet will burn under the endless rage of the God of War Cain and turn into a scorched earth! You and your stupid monkey friends will all die tragically under our long swords and become a pile of dry bones that no one cares about!" White Fang roared angrily and swung the sharp blade in his hand, bringing up a sharp wind.

Charles faced White Fang's attack fearlessly and blocked his fierce blows steadily.

However, White Fang did not show any intention of retreating. The muscles in his arms were tense, veins bulged, and strength continued to gather in his hands.

At the same time, a strange red light was gradually emanating from the blade in Bai Ya's hand, like blood flowing, which was chilling.

"Although I have regrettably missed the fierce battle just now, I will definitely not miss this crucial battle again..." Charles' words were firm and powerful, echoing in the air.

As he finished speaking, the originally disadvantageous situation began to reverse.

Charles gritted his teeth, struggling to resist the tremendous pressure exerted by White Fang, and pushed White Fang's blade outwards little by little.

Finally, at a certain moment, the power of both sides reached a delicate balance, and neither could further overwhelm the other.

At this moment, the atmosphere on the battlefield was extremely tense, and everyone's eyes were focused on the life-and-death duel between these two powerful men.

"White Fang! Get out of the way!" Accompanied by an anxious and loud shout, the atmosphere on the entire battlefield suddenly became tense.

At this critical moment, the Eldar prophet, with his keen insight and extraordinary reaction speed, was the first to sense the approach of danger. In an instant, he waved his hands, and a dazzling psychic lightning bolt rushed towards Charles beside White Fang like a roaring dragon.

"Boom!" There was a loud earth-shaking sound, and the psychic lightning hit Charles hard.

However, what was surprising was that the moment the psychic lightning touched Charles, the single-person shield equipped on him seemed to sense the threat and immediately began to operate at full speed.

In the blink of an eye, an invisible three-dimensional shield quickly unfolded, like an indestructible fortress, tightly wrapping Charles inside.

When the psychic lightning collided with the shield, the dazzling light instantly illuminated the entire battlefield, making it almost impossible for people to open their eyes.

Although the lightning had already fallen with tremendous force at this time, fortunately, the timely operation of the shield played a huge role and successfully resisted this fatal blow.

Otherwise, Charles would probably be chopped into a pile of charred debris in an instant.

The high temperature of hundreds of thousands of degrees was completely offset by the shield in an instant, and Charles still stood steadily in the center of the smoke-filled battlefield, like an unshakable mountain.

"Now!" Seeing that Charles seemed unable to move for the time being, White Fang, who had been waiting for the opportunity, was overjoyed. He jumped without hesitation, trying to take advantage of this gap to quickly approach Charles and kill him in one fell swoop.

However, after experiencing the thrilling life-and-death test just now, Charles had already been on high alert. How could he let White Fang succeed so easily?

The moment White Fang approached him, a cold light flashed in Charles' eyes. He swiftly drew out the plasma pistol that was flashing with a faint blue light from his waist, and raised his arm at the same time, accurately blocking White Fang's extremely fierce attack.

Then, without any pause, Charles turned his wrist slightly and pointed the muzzle of the gun directly at White Fang's body.

"The Emperor greets you, xenomorph."

Charles' voice fell slowly, and then he pulled the trigger of the plasma pistol in his hand.

"Bang!" A deafening noise was heard. At the same time, a faint blue light suddenly lit up inside the plasma pistol, as dazzling as a meteor across the night sky.

In an instant, a torrent of energy so powerful that it made people's heart flutter surged out from the muzzle of the gun like a dam breaking.

White Fang had no time to react, and before he could even blink, he saw in horror that the high temperature of plasma, reaching tens of thousands of degrees, hit his body with lightning speed.

This extremely hot force instantly tore White Fang's solid armor into pieces, penetrated through it unhindered, and hit White Fang's vulnerable abdomen accurately.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" Charles' fingers were tightly gripping the trigger, and he kept exerting force, causing the pistol to emit a series of dull and shocking shooting sounds.

Every time the trigger was pulled, a plasma shell carrying terrifyingly high temperature and enormous power would be shot mercilessly at the wound that White Fang had just suffered a severe injury.

Just like that, one plasma bomb after another fell on White Fang's body as densely as raindrops.

Each shot brought about a violent explosion and dazzling fire, and the surrounding air became distorted due to the extreme high temperature.

White Fang tried to fight back, but Charles's other hand caught his arm and prevented him from getting free.

"Bang!" The whole scene reached its climax when the last plasma shell ejected from the muzzle.

After being bombarded by more than a dozen consecutive plasma bombardments, White Fang's originally strong body could no longer withstand such huge damage.

Finally, under the high temperature burning, a shocking big hole was burned out in his body.

The hole went through White Fang's entire body; his muscles, bones and even internal organs were completely destroyed, turning into a charred black mass.

At this time, White Fang had already lost his life, and his once indestructible armor gradually melted under the influence of high temperature, turning into a pool of boiling liquid, which slowly flowed down his horrific wound.

These hot solutions dripped onto the ground, immediately making a sizzling sound and emitting pungent green smoke.