Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"Enemy spotted on the left!" a crew member shouted. The shout exploded inside the tank like thunder, making people nervous.

Immediately afterwards, another alarm sounded: "Enemy spotted on the right!" Everyone's heart sank to the bottom in an instant.

"Oh my God! They're everywhere!" Cries of fear rang out one after another, as if the end of the world was coming.

The noise caused by Wittmann's crew's recent round of artillery fire successfully attracted the attention of tens of thousands of Slaanesh demons.

Those demons had twisted bodies and ugly faces, and exuded an aura of evil and obscenity.

At this moment, they came like a tide, surrounding Wittmann's tanks.

Wittmann widened his eyes, glared at the panicked crew members around him, and shouted at the top of his voice: "What are you looking at! Shoot!" His roar was deafening, with unquestionable majesty and determination.

This roar seemed to have magical power, waking up the crew members who were originally in panic.

They frantically operated the weapons and equipment they were responsible for. As the first shell whizzed out, the fierce battle finally officially began.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!!!" The sound of the grenade launcher's firing resounded through the sky. Its power was so enormous that every shot was like a ferocious beast roaring.

The Slaanesh demon who was hit didn't even have time to scream before he was blown to pieces in an instant, turning into purple blood mist that filled the air.

At the same time, the Astra Militarum troops in the rear also arrived at the battlefield in time.

Under the command of a stern-looking political commissar, hundreds of well-trained soldiers quickly took action.

They dispersed to both sides of the tank at lightning speed, their movements skillful and neat.

Everyone held their weapons tightly, ready for battle.

The heavy weapons that had been prepared long ago were aimed at the demon army that was charging towards them aggressively in front.

"Fire!"

The political commissar's tall figure stood straight, his resolute face looking particularly serious under the reflection of the war.

He raised the battle knife in his hand high up, with a cold glow in it, and roared passionately: "Soldiers! It's time for you to sacrifice for the Empire and the Emperor! For the Emperor and humanity!" This order was like igniting a powder keg on the battlefield, instantly causing a thousand waves.

Immediately afterwards, thousands of soldiers pulled the triggers at the same time, and dazzling red beams of light shot out from the muzzles of their guns like meteors.

These red beams streaked across the ruins shattered by artillery shells, rushing straight towards the enemy's position with endless murderous intent and rage.

At the same time, the clone troops were quickly deployed onto the smoke-filled battlefield like divine soldiers descending from the sky.

Compared with the Astra Militarum, the clones' equipment is obviously much more sophisticated. Not only are there a wide variety of weapons, but each one also exudes a chilling aura.

They are dressed in white high-tech armor, holding advanced blaster weapons, moving as agile as the wind, and their combat power is terrifying.

"Praise Ohm Messiah! Praise the God of Machines!" Along with the devout prayers of the Mechanicus sages, an extremely huge Warlord-class Titan slowly stepped out from the mysterious webway.

This Warlord-class Titan is like a mobile steel fortress. Every step its thick legs take causes the earth to tremble. Its body is covered with densely packed gun barrels and missile launchers, making it intimidating.

Behind this Warlord-class Titan, there were dozens of equally large AT-AT walkers, which approached the enemy camp step by step with heavy steps, raising dust and rubble wherever they passed.

Looking up at the sky again, several cool-looking Predator bombers and Titanium bombers were roaring towards us.

They are like soaring eagles, circling high in the sky.

The pilots stared calmly through the cockpit windows at the chaotic battlefield below.

After a brief observation, they skillfully manipulated the fighter planes to adjust their posture and locked various bombs and missiles onto the targets, waiting for the order to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.

The entire battlefield has now fallen into a fierce battle, and both sides are trying their best to defeat the other side and win the final victory.

On the demon side, a large number of demon priests were seen chanting something and waving their hands. Mysterious and evil purple lights intertwined together, gradually forming huge subspace portals.

These portals are like whirlpools in the darkness, spinning constantly and emitting heart-pounding energy fluctuations.

As time went on, more and more demon armies surged out of the portal.

These demons have different shapes, some are as huge as hills, and some are as agile as ghosts.

The most eye-catching among them are the countless Slaanesh war beasts, which take heavy and powerful steps, and every step seems to be able to make the earth tremble.

These war beasts roared and bared their fangs, then slowly crawled out of the portal.

At the same time, tens of thousands of Slaanesh warriors dressed in gorgeous armor and holding various weapons also walked out of Slaanesh's pleasure jungle.

They had ferocious smiles on their faces, with greed and madness flashing in their eyes, and then they filed in from the subspace into the real universe.

Faced with such a terrifying enemy, the commander of the Empire decisively issued an order: "It is time for the Emperor and the Empire to sacrifice your lives! For the Emperor, do it at all costs!" After receiving the order, the bomber group and artillery units quickly took action. They adjusted the direction of the muzzles and aimed at the locations of the portals.

In an instant, tens of thousands of artillery shells poured down like raindrops, dragging long tails of flames that drew gorgeous arcs in the air; thousands of bombs whizzed towards the portal, creating a violent shock wave wherever they passed.

However, those cunning and powerful priests of Slaanesh will obviously not sit idly by.

They chanted ancient and obscure spells in unison, and instantly erected one incomparably solid psychic shield after another.

These shields were like transparent walls, blocking all the fierce artillery fire from the empire.

For a moment, the entire battlefield was filled with deafening sounds of gunfire, shouting, and explosions.

Soldiers from all camps fought fiercely in every narrow street and every dilapidated house.

The ground was dyed red with blood, and broken limbs were everywhere. The brutality of the battle was unbearable to watch.

But no matter whether it is the heroic warriors of the Empire, the evil demon army, or the Eldar warriors, neither side has the slightest intention of retreating. At this moment, the Webway has become the most valuable thing for humans in the eyes of all races.