Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"Well, I sensed a familiar aura on that battleship."

Thatcher's Lord of Pleasure rushed towards Lucius's Sword of Will at an astonishing speed like an arrow. The Lord of Pleasure was a Overlord-class battlecruiser eroded by the power of Chaos, and the entire hull of the battleship was distorted by the Chaos power of Slaanesh.

A strong pungent smell permeated the entire battleship. In such a harsh environment, only Space Marines and Chaos Warriors could survive. Ordinary soldiers would be dissolved by this breath and turned into a pool of foul-smelling meat paste.

"The Sixfold Path, the Path of Joy, Praise to the Lord of Joy..."

Thatcher's voice echoed throughout the entire bridge, and countless Chaos Warriors raised various weapons and shouted in unison, responding to Thatcher's call.

Thatcher held a scimitar made of the power of Slaanesh. A python-like tongue stretched out from Thatcher's mouth, greedily licking the purple mucus on the blade.

"Lord of Pleasure, please listen to their miserable cries!"

Thatcher roared at the top of her lungs like a mad beast.

His hideous and distorted face looked particularly terrifying under the flickering light, as if he was an evil spirit from the depths of hell.

"Praise the Lord of Joy! Let us offer our endless loyalty and enthusiasm to the Lord!" The deafening shouts resounded throughout the entire space. Countless Chaos warriors raised their gleaming weapons high in the air, with crazy and greedy expressions on their faces.

They desperately sucked in the mysterious purple mist that filled the interior of the battleship, as if the mist could give them more powerful power.

This is indeed the case. The purple mist stimulated the already corrupted nerves of these believers, turning them into a group of wild beasts who only knew how to enjoy themselves.

"attack!"

As Thatcher's roar rang out, it was like a thunderbolt splitting the sky.

In an instant, the originally silent crowd became excited.

The Chaos Wizards in the center of the crowd quickly cast powerful magic. Dazzling rays of light intertwined to form a huge portal.

In the blink of an eye, countless Chaos Warriors and Chaos Believers were continuously teleported to Lucius's Sword of Will.

"Kill! Have fun!"

The shouts and cries of killing came one after another, making people's eardrums hurt.

Countless Chaos believers swarmed towards the narrow portal like a group of hungry wild dogs fighting for food.

They pushed and trampled on each other, no one was willing to fall behind, and everyone wanted to be the first to rush over.

There was a crazy fire of desire burning in everyone's eyes, and they completely disregarded the life and death of their companions.

However, the Chaos Wizards standing aside and manipulating the teleportation magic just sneered and watched the chaotic scene in front of them quietly.

To them, these Chaos Cultists were nothing more than cattle to be driven at will, not worthy of any mercy or attention.

"Huh, I hate these guys."

Lucius frowned in disgust, sighed heavily, and swept his cold eyes over the Chaos warriors who were surging towards him like a tide.

He slowly reached out and grasped the hilt of the power sword at his waist that was flashing with cold light, and then pulled it out of the scabbard without hesitation.

At this moment, Lucius' eyes, as cold as stars, were fixed on the group of enemies that were gradually approaching.

Then, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a sneer full of disdain and provocation, and shouted in an extremely contemptuous tone: "You bunch of rubbish, why are you all shrinking back? Do you dare to kill me? Are you going to come forward one by one to die, or just rush up to die together?"

As he spoke, Lucius had already crossed the power sword in his hand across his chest, taking a defensive stance.

At the same time, he used his free left hand to gently hook his index finger towards the Chaos Warrior closest to him.

The provoked Chaos warrior became furious when he saw this. His eyes were blazing with fire and he let out a low roar. Then he suddenly pulled out the creepy, huge battle axe wrapped in human skin that was attached to his waist, raised it high, and used all his strength to chop it down on Lucius' head.

But at this critical moment, something unexpected happened.

Before the axe blade touched Lucius at all, the Chaos warrior's head suddenly rolled down without any warning like a ripe watermelon.

The scarlet, hot blood gushed out instantly, splattering everywhere.

"Damn it! Come on! I'm going to tear him into pieces!"

Seeing their companions die tragically on the spot, the remaining dozen or so Chaos Warriors roared in anger.

They all brandished their extremely sharp scimitars or heavy and terrifying battle axes and rushed towards Lucius from all angles at the same time like crazy. For a moment, the shouts of killing were deafening.

"Oh, that's stupid."

Lucius stared coldly at the two huge and ferocious Chaos warriors not far away, his hands tightly grasping the extremely sharp swords, and rushed over like a gust of wind without hesitation.

His figure flashed, and the sword blade drew a cold light in the air, and he slashed towards one of the Chaos warriors with lightning speed.

In that instant, time seemed to freeze, and the Chaos Warrior was frozen in the air, unable to move, as if he had been cast under a spell.

Then, a dull explosion sounded all around, and the Chaos Warrior's body suddenly exploded, turning into a ball of scarlet blood mist that spread out.

However, the battle did not end there. Lucius turned quickly and rushed towards another Chaos Warrior with the same swiftness.

He leaped forward, raised the sword in his hand high, and then chopped down at the opponent's head with all his strength.

With a thunderous sound, the Chaos Warrior's head exploded like a ripe watermelon, turning into a thicker blood mist.

The headless body fell to the ground with a loud bang, raising a cloud of dust.

Witnessing this bloody and horrifying scene, the other Chaos Warriors roared madly. Their originally somewhat organized tactics were now completely swallowed up by anger and fear, and they rushed towards Lucius recklessly.

Facing this group of enemies rushing in like a tide, Lucius showed no fear. His steps were flexible and varied, and the sword in his hand flew up and down like a nimble dragon.

All that could be heard was a series of creepy "swish" sounds, and each sound meant that another Chaos Warrior had died tragically under his sword.

Although those Chaos warriors were fearless and brave, they seemed so vulnerable in front of Lucius' superb swordsmanship.

They couldn't even resist a single move. Often, just as they raised their weapons to attack, they were easily killed by Lucius's sword moves that were as fast as lightning and as powerful as thunder.

Soon, there were more than a dozen corpses of Chaos warriors around Lucius.