Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

The sound of the bombing resounded through the sky like thunder, and billowing smoke and dust filled the air. The whole world seemed to be plunged into the abyss of doomsday. However, this horrific bombing did not last long and soon returned to calm.

Angron struggled to crawl out of the ruins, his body covered in wounds, shocking to the eyes. Blood gushed out from his wounds like a fountain, staining the ground beneath his feet red.

The high temperature burning caused his originally healthy skin to become charred black and even emitted a pungent smell.

In some places, his white bones were faintly visible through the broken skin, which was creepy.

But surprisingly, amidst this tragic scene, Angron's powerful self-healing ability began to take effect.

Those hideous wounds were healing at an astonishing speed visible to the naked eye. The new granulation tissue quickly intertwined with each other, and after just a few minutes, the bloody wounds had grown pink flesh again, and the wounds that were deep enough to see the bones just now now only left ugly scars.

Angron endured the severe pain in his body and struggled to stand up.

He looked around, and everywhere he looked was devastation.

Most of the continent had been blown beyond recognition by the inexplicable and fierce attack just now. The once prosperous city was now reduced to ruins and a blazing sea of ​​fire.

Even the extremely solid continental shelf was crumbling under the tremendous power of the orbital bombardment and almost completely collapsed.

Recalling the thrilling scene just now, Angron couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.

If he had not reacted quickly and found a relatively safe shelter in time, he would have become a cold corpse by now, buried deep under the ruins.

After determining the general situation, Angron wanted to contact Kahn to shoot down the battleship, but the only response he got was a rustling sound from the other end of the intercom.

At this moment, a dazzling light suddenly streaked across the sky, and a huge and majestic yellow and white warship rushed out from the thick clouds like a giant beast.

With the appearance of the warship, dozens of black shadows leaped down from the deck of the warship like meteors.

These figures quickly adjusted their postures in the air and used the powerful thrusters behind them to stay steadily in the air.

After they landed, you could clearly see that they were wearing sets of high-tech combat suits, like future warriors descending to the earth.

"This is for Willas..."

A tall figure in combat uniform walked out of the team steadily. Her body was wrapped in metal, and she was only observing the outside world through the monitor in her helmet.

She just waved her right hand lightly, and a long sword flashing with cold light came out from the scabbard at her waist.

"Buzz!" Along with a low sound, a light blue energy field instantly emerged, wrapping the entire long sword tightly like a layer of gauze.

The energy was like a lively flame, flowing rapidly along the blade, emitting a heart-pounding light.

“Villas? Are you talking about the poor fellow who was easily beaten into a ball of blood mist by me before?” Angron raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a disdainful smile.

He simply ignored the attempt to contact Kahn, and instead, holding the hideous chainsaw axe tightly in both hands, strode towards the group of new star soldiers in combat uniforms.

Angron glanced sharply at the enemy in front of him, thinking to himself: These rising star soldiers are obviously different from the vulnerable opponents in the past. The aura they exude shows that they are not ordinary soldiers, but more like a well-trained and well-equipped elite army.

“Did you come here just to deal with me?” Angron grinned and laughed wildly, his eyes full of excitement and anticipation.

For Angron, a fierce and bloody battle is undoubtedly the best way to pass the time.

Angron naturally accepted all the gladiators who came to his door.

"Tell me your name!" Huigui, wearing heavy combat uniform and heavy armor, stood firmly at the front of the team, holding the cold shining sword in his right hand.

Long sword. Her body was wrapped in heavy armor, but she still exuded a chilling

Her voice came out from the metal helmet of the combat suit, and after special processing, it was distorted into a weird roar.

"The Primarch of the Space Marine World Eaters! Lord of the Twelfth Legion! Angron!" Angron stood like a mountain in front of the Return. Although he was seriously injured, his burly figure and huge muscles still showed the Return that he could still continue to fight.

He held the huge chainsaw axe tightly in both hands, and the sharp teeth flashed a breathtaking light in the sunlight.

"Angron? The World Eater?!" Huigui's eyes widened as she stared at the legendary prince of the human empire, the Lord of the Astartes Legion. At this moment, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated and her breathing became rapid.

However, fear did not make her back off, but instead aroused a stronger fighting spirit deep in her heart.

She couldn't help but clench the weapon in her hand again, fear, excitement, and inexplicable surprise filled her mind.

"The Palad Galaxy! The Conrad Galaxy! The Burdo Galaxy! And the X798 mining site... the disasters in these places, are they all caused by your army?" Huigui was furious, her roar exploded in the air like thunder. Thinking of those innocent compatriots who died tragically, the anger in her heart burned fiercely.

"You have massacred hundreds of billions of our compatriots! You, a devil, must die here today!" Before Huigui finished his words, his figure shot out like an arrow.

With the help of the thrusters installed on the back of the battle suit, Return approached Angron at an extremely fast speed.

Then, she raised her sword high, created a gust of fierce wind, and pounced towards Angron.

At the same time, the teammates behind her roared and used the thrusters on the back of their combat suits to charge forward with her.

Faced with such a swift return attack, Angron just stood there quietly, motionless.

His blood-red eyes stared coldly at the oncoming return, and there was even a hint of contemptuous smile at the corner of his mouth.

His hands holding the chainsaw axe did not tremble at all, he just silently watched the return of the enemy coming towards him.

"Ok?"

Angron felt something was wrong. His psychic senses detected an unknown psychic energy forming around him, and the center of this unknown psychic energy was rushing towards him.

"Interesting, a god's chosen one?" Angron pondered.