Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

The fact was exactly as Lucius had expected, Monska's troops did not launch a real attack on Cadia.

Their spearheads have always been directed at the planet Ophelia 7, where a shocking conspiracy is quietly brewing above the planet.

Torres was seen driving the creepy battleship Filthy Body like a ferocious beast, rushing towards the planet Ophelia first.

As it approached, a powerful warp force gradually emerged around the planet like a surging tide.

The mysterious and terrifying purple light seemed to possess endless magic power. It desperately pulled Ophelia, trying to drag her into the bottomless abyss of the subspace.

In an instant, countless hideous-looking, fangs-baring demons gushed out from the deck of the battleship like a flood breaking through a dam.

These demons were extremely vicious, and their roars were deafening, making people tremble with fear. At the same time, the Chaos warriors who had been corrupted by the evil power of Nurgle twisted their bodies, which had already become extremely fat and exuded a foul odor, raised their weapons high, and praised the terrible father with their throats.

"The Seventh Way! The Way of Plague! The Way of Life!" A Nurgle champion warrior as burly as a hill, holding a huge pendulum bell tightly in both hands, roared at the top of his lungs.

His body, swollen like a human-shaped pustules, looked extremely disgusting and terrifying.

Flesh and blood had completely covered his power armor, and there were even all kinds of maggots and pustules crawling and wriggling unscrupulously on his armor and body, as if this was their paradise.

"Release the power of the Father! Let His glory descend upon this real world!" The Nurgle champion continued to roar, his voice echoing throughout the battlefield, as if to shock everyone's soul.

Following his shouts, more demons and Chaos warriors seemed to be energized and rushed towards the planet Ophelia more and more frantically.

The pendant bell in the hand of the Nurgle champion warrior began to tick, and the crisp sound of the bell rang in the cabin.

"Give those servants of the false emperor a little gift." Torres took the bell from the champion of Nurgle, and then looked through the porthole at the imperial warship on the other side of the space.

"Praise the Father..." Many Chaos Warriors whispered.

"The light of enlightenment is coming! Praise the Emperor! Praise Mankind!"

"What is our duty? To serve the Emperor!"

"What is our Emperor's wish? We will fight to the death!"

Dozens of huge and mighty imperial warships, like a group of ferocious falcons, began to approach Torres' warships aggressively.

Every imperial warship is well-equipped, and the various advanced weapon systems it carries, such as powerful torpedoes, powerful macro cannons, etc., have already been ready for battle, waiting for the order to launch a thundering attack.

"Fire!" Along with the commander's roar full of majesty and decisiveness, dozens of dazzling spears of light instantly pierced through the dark void like lightning, and rushed straight towards Torres' fleet at an astonishing speed.

At the same time, hundreds of huge and heavy macro cannon shells poured down on Torres' fleet like raindrops.

In an instant, the entire universe was illuminated by endless light, and deafening explosions occurred one after another.

Several Chaos warships in Torres' fleet stepped forward without hesitation and rushed forward bravely to face the overwhelming artillery shells and light spears.

However, the power disparity between the two sides was huge, and these heroic warships seemed extremely vulnerable under such fierce attacks. In the blink of an eye, they were ruthlessly shattered into countless pieces by cannonballs and light spears, turning into a gorgeous yet tragic firework.

At this time, Levin, an officer on the command deck of the Imperial Navy flagship, stared at the scene in front of him with a puzzled look on his face, frowned tightly, and said to himself: "What on earth do these guys want to do? Don't they know that doing this is tantamount to flying into a flame?" He really couldn't understand why Torres and his side would take such a seemingly suicidal action.

Levin muttered to himself and turned to ask the adjutant beside him: "What are they thinking? Are they really here to die?" The adjutant shook his head in confusion.

At this moment, Levin waved his hand violently and shouted loudly: "Never mind! Since these Chaos scums are determined to die, let's grant their wish! Keep attacking!"

Following Levin's ruthless order, the Imperial Fleet quickly launched a second, more fierce offensive.

This time, Torres' flagship, the Fouled Body, which had lost the cover of other warships, was completely exposed to the fierce artillery fire of the Empire.

However, surprisingly, Torres seemed to be unconcerned in the face of such a critical situation.

Just as the deadly torpedo was about to hit the target mercilessly, Torres' face, which had been hidden under a heavy cloak, raised slightly, revealing a creepy smile.

"Feel the power of the loving father..." As Torres' low and intimidating voice slowly fell, the ancient pendulum bell he was holding tightly suddenly made a crisp and pleasant sound.

Then, a strong green energy wave, like a surging tide, continuously gushed out from the mysterious pendulum bell and quickly spread to the surroundings.

The green subspace energy continued to spread at an unimaginable speed, so fast that it was difficult to capture with the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, wherever that powerful energy went, time seemed to flow backwards and amazing changes took place.

The Chaos battleship, which had been shattered into countless pieces by the fierce artillery fire, was miraculously restored to its original state in the blink of an eye and was reassembled into a complete giant ship.

At the same time, the torpedoes that were approaching with great force and speed were not spared.

Under the influence of that terrifying force, they quickly became dilapidated, with rust and cracks on their surfaces, as if they had been eroded by a long period of time.

In the end, these once powerful weapons quietly dissipated into the void, turning into wisps of faint light and disappearing without a trace.

"Oh no! Retreat quickly!" After witnessing this series of incredible scenes, Levin shouted in horror.

However, his warning came too late. Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the green subspace wave opened its bloody mouth like a ferocious beast and mercilessly swallowed up the dozens of imperial warships.

"Become a servant of the kind father..." Torres' voice sounded again, this time sounding even more eerie.

Levin and many crew members had no time to react and were completely corrupted by the terrible power in an instant.

Their bodies gradually twisted and deformed, their skin became gray and covered with pustules, and their eyes lost their original luster, replaced by a strange dark green.

Not only that, the entire battleship was contaminated by the evil power of Nurgle, the internal facilities were damaged and malfunctioned, and the power system was paralyzed.