Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

A few minutes later

The killing finally came to an end, and hundreds of thousands of Nova soldiers were lying dead on the ground. Their lives came to an abrupt end in this fortress, and it was so tragic that it was unbearable to watch.

However, Angron was like a cold-blooded sculpture, sitting quietly in the center of the fortress filled with a strong bloody atmosphere, staring around with an expressionless face.

Within his field of vision, countless corpses crisscrossed each other, as if they had formed winding blood-red streams.

Those once vibrant lives have now become cold and stiff, lying lifeless on the ground.

There were also those tattered combat uniforms covered in mud and blood, scattered everywhere like abandoned rags.

The ground beneath Angron's feet had long been soaked in blood. The scarlet liquid had seeped deeply into the soil, turning the originally solid ground into a muddy swamp that emitted a pungent bloody smell.

Angron walked nonchalantly, sometimes sinking deeply into the water, sometimes pulling his feet out with difficulty and continuing to move forward slowly.

Not far from Angron, the relatively intact body of a Nova Soldier lay quietly.

Unlike other soldiers who died at the hands of Angron, this poor warrior did not die directly at his hands. Instead, the horrific scene before his eyes completely broke his psychological defenses and he was frightened to death on the spot.

When he witnessed with his own eyes hundreds of thousands of his comrades who had fought side by side turned into ashes in the blink of an eye and dissipated into the air as a bloody mist, the last bit of courage in the heart of this young rising star soldier collapsed.

Extreme fear surged into his heart like a tide, and finally he could not bear it anymore. He fell straight into a pool of blood and stopped breathing forever.

Angron's flaming desire for killing gradually subsided, and at this moment he was able to control the raging beast in his heart.

On weekdays, Angron looked like an ordinary person. Not only that, he also displayed an extraordinary elegance and was polite in his conversations and behavior.

But once he entered combat mode, Angron seemed to instantly transform into a ferocious beast with an intelligent mind.

Each of his movements and attacks were carefully considered and calculated, just to tear the enemy apart in the most brutal and efficient way.

On the smoke-filled battlefield, the fierce fighting finally came to an end.

Angron, covered in blood, was about to turn around and leave when suddenly, a dazzling light burst out from the sky without warning.

This ray of light pierced through the thick dark clouds like a sharp sword and shone directly onto the ground, right where Angron was.

"Could it be an orbital weapon?" Angron's heart tightened suddenly, and an ominous premonition came to his mind.

However, before he could react further, he saw the light in the sky becoming increasingly intense, like a bright sun hanging in the sky.

Then, accompanied by a sharp and piercing whistling sound, an extremely thick beam of light tore through the sky and rushed towards Angron on the ground at lightning speed.

A terrifying beam of light carrying an extremely high temperature of tens of millions degrees struck Angron's huge body like lightning!

In an instant, the high temperature spread with overwhelming force, turning the corpses that had been dead for a long time around into a pool of foul-smelling, disgusting flesh paste.

At the same time, even the extremely solid soil under Angron's feet could not withstand such an astonishingly high temperature. It began to crack and shatter into tiny particles, splashing everywhere accompanied by hot air currents.

This force was so powerful that Angron could clearly feel the indestructible armor on his body making heart-pounding cracking sounds, as if it would completely collapse and disintegrate at any time.

His exposed skin quickly turned black under the scorching heat, and even emitted wisps of pungent green smoke.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, Angron burst out all the hidden strength in his body and finally succeeded in breaking free from the deadly beam of light.

However, just as he was freed from the light beam, the light beam slammed into the ground like a mad dragon out of control, followed by an earth-shattering explosion!

Suddenly, flames shot up into the sky, and smoke and dust filled the air. The vast land of tens of thousands of kilometers around Angron seemed to be kneaded by an invisible giant hand, and it completely collapsed in the blink of an eye.

Countless huge cracks extended rapidly in all directions like a spider web. Towering mountains collapsed one after another, and countless buildings turned into fragments.

The whole world fell into apocalyptic chaos and destruction.

Despite being in the ruins, Angron managed to keep himself steady.

He stared silently at the terrible destruction caused by the raging orbital weapons in the distance.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" Deafening explosions sounded one after another, and dazzling beams of light poured down from the gloomy and gray sky like a rainstorm.

Each beam of light carried the energy to destroy the world and slammed heavily into the ground.

Faced with this overwhelming and increasingly fierce attack, Angron had to give up direct resistance and began to anxiously look for a shelter to hide.

Although he is experienced and powerful, he knows that he is not omnipotent.

Especially in the face of such dense and powerful orbital attacks, if you resist to the end, you will ultimately die.

So, he flexibly moved among the ruins, while keeping an eye out for a suitable shelter around.

Just now, when one of the beams of light hit him squarely, a piercing pain instantly spread throughout his body.

At that moment, Angron clearly felt that the molecules in his body seemed to be corroded by some mysterious force and were breaking down at an extremely fast rate; at the same time, his cells were also dying on a large scale and his vital signs were declining sharply.

Fortunately, as a Primarch, Angron possesses a tenacious recovery ability beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Even though he was seriously injured at the moment, he still managed to avoid most of the subsequent attacks with his agility and excellent fighting skills.

However, what puzzled Angron was that the sky above the planet was clearly under the complete control of the Imperial Fleet, and it was logically impossible for any other force to launch an attack of such a scale.

So where do these attacks come from?