Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"Sir, based on the intelligence and situation analysis we have now, the enemy's target is most likely us!" On the surface of the mysterious and ancient planet Ophelia 7, countless magnificent churches stand proudly like giants.

They are densely distributed on the earth's crust, and their number is staggering.

Each of these churches is thousands of meters high, reaching into the clouds, as if they are about to break through the sky and embrace the stars.

The scale of the building and the exquisite craftsmanship can be called a masterpiece of nature.

Not only that, deep underground the planet, there are countless dungeons hidden that are deep enough to reach the center of the earth. They are filled with a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere, like a passage to hell.

At this time, a preacher of the state religion dressed in luxurious clothes was holding a skull scepter shining with golden light, standing majestically in front of many devout believers.

His clothes were extremely gorgeous, showing his noble status; on the other side, a group of Word Bearers Space Marines wearing white power armor were neatly lined up.

On their armor, various parchment spells were carefully drawn, emitting mysterious fluctuations of power.

"Sir, the situation is critical. Please follow my advice and evacuate here immediately!" said a loyal subordinate anxiously.

However, the preacher remained unmoved. He held the scepter tightly in his hand, his eyes firm and resolute.

"The Emperor, he would never want to see me retreat in the face of a battle. As an envoy of the state religion, I have a sacred mission and must hold my ground!" After saying this, he took a resolute step and slowly walked into the broad and solemn church door.

As soon as you enter the church, the strong Gothic style hits you.

The towering stone pillars support the huge dome, and the exquisitely carved windows let in strands of light, illuminating the spacious hall.

At the top of the church, an enormous crystal chandelier hangs like a bright star, emitting dazzling light.

"Your Excellency..." At this time, the Patriarch of the State Church, Benedin, was sitting quietly on a bench, surrounded by several servant nuns in black robes.

Holding data boards in their hands, they concentrated on recording everything that happened around them, not daring to slack off for the slightest.

"Your Majesty..." With this solemn and solemn cry, Benedin slowly stood up from the bench with exquisite patterns. His slightly hunched body exuded an unquestionable majesty, as if the vicissitudes of life had not erased his deep pursuit of justice and glory.

Benedin walked with firm steps towards the man who was preaching passionately not far ahead. Each step seemed steady and powerful, and it seemed that the ground beneath his feet was shaking slightly because of his movements.

When he finally came in front of the preacher, two powerful words slowly rang out from Benedin's wrinkled old face: "Prepare for war..."

These brief words exploded in the air like thunder, instantly plunging the entire hall into silence.

At this moment, a slight sound of metal friction was heard.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a tall combat nun in black armor quietly stepping out from behind the tall and heavy door like a ghost.

In her hand, she tightly grasped a long sword that was flashing with cold light. Only a pair of extremely sharp eyes were revealed under the cold helmet, emitting a terrifying light.

"Sir..." Sister Baze of the Order of the Martyrs walked quickly to Benedin and respectfully performed a standard Sky Eagle salute to him.

After the salute, Betz raised his head and looked calmly at the respected old man in front of him, and said slowly: "Sir, according to your instructions, all the nuns that the Martyred Saint Sisters can summon have now been assembled. As for the other several orders, they are also currently gathering intensively and are ready to obey your dispatch and command at any time."

After listening to Bates' report, Benedin nodded in approval. Then, he spoke again: "Prepare for war..." Although it was still only four short words, the weight contained in it was self-evident.

"Understood!" Bates responded without hesitation. Then, she turned and strode out of the palace, her figure quickly disappearing in the dazzling sunlight outside the door.

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Cadian

Imperial Sacred Defense Center

"Salute to you! Respected Lord of the Castle!" The densely packed and well-organized soldiers of the 8th Cadian Regiment quickly formed a magnificent square formation like a steel jungle.

The castle lord Creed was wearing a bright green military uniform. His resolute and cold face looked as if it was carved out, revealing an extremely firm and resolute expression.

His eyes, as sharp as an eagle's, scanned every member of the Eighth Regiment around him, as if he wanted to engrave their figures deeply into his mind.

Then, his resounding voice, like a huge bell, suddenly rang out: "Everyone, stand at attention!" This command was like thunder exploding in the air, instantly spreading throughout the square. All the soldiers seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, straightening their bodies in unison, holding their heads high and chests puffed out, showing the dignity and grace that every Cadian should have.

"Cadian stands!" Creed shouted again, his voice full of passion and heroism.

"Cadia stands!" Many soldiers shouted in unison in response. Their shouts resounded through the sky, deafening, as if even the earth was shaking.

"The damn Chaos bastards are coming to our beautiful home, trying to trample on our land and destroy our peace! But I tell you, as long as they dare to set foot on this sacred territory, we must never let them leave here alive!" Creed said passionately, waving his strong and powerful arms.

“Let them never return! For Cadia!” Many soldiers roared, holding their weapons high.

"That's right! We must kill these evil demon bastards in droves! And then use their dirty blood to lubricate the indestructible tracks of our tanks! Let the enemy know that invading Cadia will surely cost a heavy price!"

Following Creed's passionate words, the emotions of many Cadian soldiers were completely ignited.

They began to cheer and jump for joy. Their excited shouts rose one after another, one wave higher than the other, sweeping over like a surging wave.