Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

This is the creepy and terrifying power of Nurgle. The virus released by the bell in Torres' hand is enough to pollute time.

In an instant, millions of crew members had no time to react before they were completely corroded by this extremely vicious virus.

Their bodies changed dramatically in just a few seconds, their muscles twisted, their bones deformed, and their skin gradually turned gray and covered with pustules.

Immediately afterwards, hideous chaos demons burst out from their bodies, roaring and showing their fangs and claws.

And those poor crew members themselves were not spared. They had long lost their self-awareness and emotions, and became Nurgle's walking corpses who only knew how to kill and destroy.

"Hahahahaha! My great father Nurgle will definitely be satisfied with these new friends!" Torres laughed wildly triumphantly, and then casually threw the pendant bell in his hand aside.

Then, he took a big step and walked towards the battleship control console covered with filth and flesh without hesitation.

When he finally stood in front of the console, his eyes flashing with crazy light stared at the screen in front of him, and he shouted loudly: "Everyone listen! Launch the attack immediately! Wizards, summon the demon army of the gods! Praise the kind father Nurgle!"

As Torres finished his words, dozens of warships that had been completely corrupted by the power of Nurgle turned around at the same time as if they had received an order, and aimed their guns at the planet Ophelia 7 that they were supposed to protect.

"Damn it!" Along with this angry curse, a bishop dressed in gorgeous robes and with an angry face stomped his feet hard on the devastated surface of the planet Ophelia.

His flaming eyes were fixed on the distant sky, and then he waved his hand and led a group of fully armed and solemn believers behind him to step out of the heavy door of the church in a menacing manner.

At the same time, in the distant sky, the huge and ferocious Chaos warships, like a group of sharks that smelled blood, could no longer suppress the greed and desire in their hearts.

They roared madly, like a surging black torrent, rushing desperately towards the seemingly fragile surface of the planet below.

"Everyone! Concentrate your firepower! Be careful of the wreckage of the enemy's warships!" The bishop raised the scepter in his hand, which symbolized authority, and shouted at the top of his voice.

His loud voice seemed to have some magical power and instantly spread throughout the battlefield.

Fortunately, despite the fierce power of Chaos, the surface of the planet Ophelia is not completely defenseless.

Not only are there a large number of well-trained defenders ready to fight, but there are also brave believers who have just been armed and are fighting side by side.

With the strong defense line built by everyone's concerted efforts, it does not seem to be too difficult to temporarily withstand the fierce attack of the Chaos warships.

In addition, there are two powerful teams stationed on this planet.

They are an elite company from the Word Bearers Legion, and a mysterious exploration fleet belonging to the Mechanicum.

Their presence undoubtedly gave a shot of confidence to the defenders.

As long as we can hold our ground, successfully resist the attacks of the Chaos Demons, and wait until reinforcements arrive in time, then this arduous battle will surely usher in the dawn of final victory.

However, the Chaos Warriors are clearly no ordinary creatures.

Having been through many battles, they knew very well that if they chose to engage in a head-on battle with the powerful imperial army on the battlefield, they would not gain any advantage at all.

That is why they can't wait to forcibly drag the entire planet into the subspace filled with endless darkness and terror.

Because only in that distorted dimension can they truly bring out their own advantages and avoid being stuck in a protracted war of attrition.

Therefore, at this moment, there are only two solutions available to them. One is to summon the demon army out of the subspace; the second is to use the powerful power of the subspace to forcibly pull the planet into the subspace.

Obviously, after careful consideration, Mengska resolutely chose the latter.

At this moment, Atorak, who was in the magic circle, suddenly shouted loudly: "I sense the breath of enemy reinforcements!"

Hearing this, Mengska immediately issued an order: "Immediately send Saches and Petos to stop the reinforcements, and send another troop to land on this planet with me!"

However, Atorak couldn't help but sigh, his tone full of helplessness: "Petos is of course no problem, but as for Thatches... Alas, this useless guy, all he knows how to do all day is to bury his head in those potions that look gorgeous on the outside but are actually useless. These so-called potions he mixed, except for making my assistant go crazy, have no substantial effect at all."

Despite this, after receiving the unquestionable order from Mengska, Petos did not dare to delay in the slightest. He immediately led a dozen majestic Chaos warships and rushed in another direction at lightning speed.

At the same time, Thatcher could only sigh helplessly, then turned the boat around and hurried in the same predetermined direction.

The destination they were rushing to this time was exactly where the warships driven by Abaddon, Lucius and others were located.

In the vast universe, more than twenty huge and ferocious Chaos warships, led by Thatcher's terrifying Lord of Pleasure, were rushing towards the direction where Lucius and others were like a group of hungry wolves.

Facing this menacing enemy, Lucius turned his head solemnly to look at Typhons beside him, and said with a firm gaze: "I plan to go and resist these Chaos fleets, and you will quickly go to support Ophelia. What do you think?"

After a moment of silence, Typhons slowly responded in his voice as low as thunder: "Okay..."

Hearing this answer, Lucius shook his head helplessly and sighed: "Alas, you are just like the Primarch of your legion, so boring! Okay, don't dawdle, let's get going!" After that, he waved his hand gently, signaling Typhons to act quickly.

Typhons just nodded without saying a word, turned around and walked away with heavy steps.

Lucius shrugged helplessly, then strode towards a Thunderhawk gunship parked nearby.

Just as he was about to board the gunboat, Lucius suddenly stopped, turned around and shouted to Typhons who was getting farther and farther away: "Let's keep in touch after five Terra hours! Believe me, I can easily solve this little trouble!" As his voice fell, Lucius quickly got into the Thunderhawk gunboat, and then returned to his own battleship.