Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"Captain Wenk..." With this shout, a group of Word Bearers Space Marines hurried to the scene.

The scene before them left them dumbfounded—Wenke was lying alone in a shocking pool of blood!

His originally strong and powerful body now looked extremely fragile, and his lower body had been ruthlessly crushed into a pool of mud by Auror's sharp sword.

The strange purple liquid spread like a poisonous snake, intertwining with the bright red blood gushing out of Wenk's body, forming a horrifying picture.

"Praise the God-Emperor, I will return to his side..." Wenke's lifeless eyes stared straight up at the high sky, as if he could see the glorious figure of the God-Emperor through the heavy clouds.

He quietly immersed himself in his memories, and the scenes of past bloody battles in the name of the Emperor kept playing in his mind like a movie: the trembling when his hands were stained with blood for the first time and ended the life of the enemy; the awe that surged in his heart when he recited the sacred words of God with piety for the first time; and the heroism and determination when he raised the battle flag for the first time and launched a bloody massacre against the hideous and terrifying aliens in the name of the Emperor.

At this time, a pharmacist squeezed through the crowd and came to Wenk's side.

However, when he saw Wenk's horrific wound, despair and helplessness instantly appeared on his face.

Because Wenk's blood was suffering from severe corrosion, the scarlet liquid that was supposed to flow in his blood vessels had now turned into a pool of foul-smelling poisonous swamp.

The huge wound on his lower body was like a burst dam, causing more than 80 percent of his organs to pour out uncontrollably.

Those red internal organs lost their restraints and became entangled and mixed with the surrounding white nutrient solution, making people feel stomach churning and almost nauseous at the sight of them.

"Praise the Emperor..." The Space Marines around Wenk knelt on one knee one after another. They looked solemn and dignified, as if they were performing a sacred ceremony.

These brave and fearless soldiers lowered their heads and prayed silently for their deceased comrade Wenk.

The pharmacist approached cautiously, his movements gentle and careful, fearing to cause any harm to Wink.

He gently took away the precious gene seed in Wink's body, which was the inheritance of Wink's life and power.

Then, the pharmacist took out a special jar from the equipment box he carried with him.

The jar emitted a faint light all over, and had obviously been carefully crafted and processed to ensure that the genetic seeds could be properly preserved.

The pharmacist held Wink's gene seed in both hands, as if he were holding a rare treasure, and slowly placed it into the special jar.

Every subtle movement is full of respect and a sense of mission.

After completing this important step, he gently closed the lid and handed the jar to the waiting person.

"Bring my brother home..." After placing the special container containing Wink's gene seeds, Wink's lieutenant Burke walked forward with firm steps.

He took over command of the remaining company, his eyes revealing determination and resolve.

At this moment, Burke is well aware that he shoulders a heavy responsibility. Not only must he continue to lead his brothers to fight bravely, but he must also protect the gene seeds of his fighting brothers.

"Report damage."

After Burke took over the command, he began to think about the next course of action. The battle at this moment was far from over, and it could even be said that it had just begun.

"Report! Sir, 249 brave monks have left us forever. What is despairing is that the enemy is coming in like a tide, with no intention of stopping." The sergeant reported to everyone with a solemn expression.

At this time, another officer stood up and said loudly: "Everyone, I think we must take decisive action now. If we can successfully kill the enemy priests and close the portals that are constantly pouring out of demons, the number of demon troops we have to deal with will be greatly reduced. This may be the key to our turning the tide of the war!"

He paused, and continued: "However, our current situation is not optimistic. Our armored forces have been assembled in the outer city, but the Eldar and Demon armies have set up numerous obstacles in the city, blocking their way forward. What's more troublesome is that most of the Chaos Priests are located outside the city, beyond the range of our artillery fire. Unless..." At this point, the officer suddenly stopped talking, a look of hesitation appeared on his face.

Seeing this, the anxious Black asked quickly: "Unless what?!"

The officer took a deep breath and spoke slowly, "Unless the support fleet can arrive in time before we are completely wiped out, we can only blindly engage in a protracted war of attrition with the enemy in the outer city. Moreover, no one can predict what kind of horrible creations the enemy will summon from the mysterious warp in order to destroy us."

Just as Black was concentrating on thinking, suddenly, a dazzling light broke through the sky and shot straight into the distance.

He subconsciously raised his head and looked in the direction of the light, only to see that the Eldar Ark, which had been calm in orbit, suddenly exploded violently!

This sudden scene, like a bombshell, instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.

In an instant, dozens of silver-white Imperial-class star destroyers in orbit quietly emerged in everyone's sight like ghosts.

They are huge and majestic, and their cold metal shells flash a terrifying cold light.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar sounded, and dazzling flames illuminated the entire orbital space.

Several Eldar arks as huge as continents were engulfed in flames in an instant. The flames licked every inch of the hull, as if they were going to completely melt these behemoths.

Countless Eldar civilians screamed and ran in terror, but the ruthless artillery fire poured down like raindrops, mercilessly reaping their fragile lives.

The desperate wails continued one after another, but in return they only received more fierce extermination bombardments from the Imperial warships.

For a moment, hundreds of thousands of heavy turbolaser cannon beams shining with dazzling light intertwined together to form an impenetrable light net.

These powerful beams of light flash across the night sky like lightning, sweeping across with incredible speed and force.

Countless Eldar fighter planes didn't even have time to react before they were transformed into piles of black fragments under this terrifying firepower, floating away in the vast Milky Way.