Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

Not long after, the worker slowly began to explain to the Mechanical Sage in detail the stories behind the mountains of corpses and the thrilling events he had experienced in just ten days.

It turned out that these workers had already resolutely prepared themselves to sacrifice at any time when the time fault first appeared.

Since then, they have been working hard day and night and doing their best.

Because of this, in the first year, the number of warships launched was several times more than usual!

However, as time went on, the situation became increasingly serious.

Due to long-term high-intensity labor and frequent contact with extremely dangerous substances, some workers unfortunately died at their workplaces.

At the beginning, the other workers still buried the bodies of their deceased companions properly with grief.

However, after the first hundred years passed quickly, everyone seemed to have gradually become numb, and no one cared about those cold corpses anymore.

What is even more touching is that some workers actually started families and had children during this time gap.

When their children grow up, some of them will send their children to the shipyard without hesitation to let them inherit the unfinished mission of their parents.

In this way, generation after generation, workers have always stayed here, silently building powerful warships for the empire.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, another fifty years have passed. During this period, many workers have quietly passed away, but their children have quickly filled the gaps, continuing to reproduce in this time gap full of mystery and unknowns, repeating the path their ancestors have taken.

Among that group of people, there were indeed some who expressed strong protest and were full of dissatisfaction.

They raised their arms and shouted, trying to express their dissatisfaction and resistance in various ways. However, faced with their wave of protests, the powerful army of the Ministry of Justice responded quickly and took action to suppress them.

Since these protesters were all craftsmen, the Ministry of Justice's riot police did not kill them while performing their duties.

They held electric batons and used a relatively mild but highly deterrent method to shock the troublemakers one by one into a coma.

The unconscious people were then detained and awaited further processing.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, five hundred years have passed.

Most of the workers who first stepped into this time fault have reached the end of their lives and passed away.

Only a few key people who know the truth are still alive and in control of the overall situation. They repeat the same work day after day, year after year - building warships.

This cycle goes on and on, seemingly without end. When a worker collapses and dies from overwork, his children take over his position and continue to devote themselves to this never-ending project.

Similarly, when this child eventually collapses from exhaustion, his offspring will fill the gap without hesitation and shoulder the heavy responsibility.

The days passed by in such delays and continuations, and there was no sign of hope.

Finally, as the barrier was lifted and the mechanical priests arrived on the planet, all of this was made public.

When Yang Cheng learned the whole story, he felt an indescribable shock and emotion in his heart.

Without any hesitation, he immediately issued an order to the entire empire, calling for the gathering of the country's top craftsmen.

After receiving the order, the craftsmen put down their work and rushed to the designated location without stopping.

They were fully aware of the extraordinary significance of this task, and everyone threw themselves into the intense construction with awe.

After working day and night, several magnificent monuments hundreds of meters high finally rose from the ground.

Looking from a distance, the towering monument seems to pierce the sky.

When you get closer, you can see that the surface of the monument is densely engraved with names.

These names belong to the craftsmen who participated in this arduous task. Every stroke and every mark is filled with respect and remembrance for them.

However, what is amazing is that the names we see only account for one thousandth of the total number of actual participants!

It is conceivable that there are too many people who contribute silently but fail to leave their names behind.

But even so, their achievements will never be forgotten by the world.

Because their loved ones will remember it in their hearts and pass on this honor from generation to generation; the entire empire will always remember their selfless dedication and heroic deeds.

Although the names of these workers are unknown, the brilliant achievements they created are enough to illuminate the vast galaxy and become eternal light.

At this moment, thousands of brand new warships slowly rose from the star port.

They are as majestic as steel monsters, shining with a cold metallic luster.

At the same time, tens of millions of officers of the Imperial Navy boarded these newly built warships with firm steps.

Following Speyer's order, the engines of countless warships roared, spewing out blazing flames, pushing the huge ships gradually into the sky. They were like a group of soaring eagles, heading towards the unknown depths of the universe.

"The Eldar have completely lost their ability to fight. The magic and skills they once prided themselves on seem so pale and powerless now. And now, we are about to move towards the Nova Federation! Let those disgusting xenos pay the price! Let us conquer the unknown realm with supreme courage and determination, and open up new territories for the great Emperor! Praise the Emperor! Glory to him!"

Spyle stood majestically on the broad deck of the battleship. Beside Spyle stood a tall and mighty Primarch who exuded a powerful aura. This Primarch was like an insurmountable mountain, inspiring awe.

"This battleship will be handed over to you to command, Speyer. To be honest, I am very curious about how a mortal like you could be chosen to serve as the defense commander of the Solar Star Region and the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Navy. What kind of extraordinary command ability do you have that makes those high-ranking decision makers think that you are capable of shouldering such a heavy responsibility?" Ryan narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Speyer in front of him, and asked slowly.

There was a hint of doubt in his words, but also a hint of expectation for Speyer's strength.

"Sir, please believe me..." Speyer bowed slightly and then said.