Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"Is this your goal? Just to destroy the powerful weapon that my loving father has given me?"

Torres covered his bruised and bloody body in pain and slowly stood up from the dusty and rubble-covered ground.

Just now, his arm that was cruelly cut off by Typhons was growing back and recovering at an astonishing speed visible to the naked eye.

"Even if I destroy the magic weapon bestowed upon me by my loving father, what can I do? To tell you the truth, I am an immortal being! I stand at the end of the long river of time. Time is nothing more than a tool that I can manipulate at will..."

Torres' Nurgle psychic energy was expanding above his body, but what he didn't know was that a psychic portal also appeared behind him.

Before Torres finished his words, suddenly, a cold light flashed, and a huge and sharp sickle was swung out from behind him like lightning.

Its speed was so fast that it was simply astonishing. Even the sharp sound of breaking through the air did not have time to be heard.

"No……"

Torres turned his head in horror and looked at his back.

However, it was too late. At some point, a tall and mighty black figure had quietly stood behind him.

This mysterious figure is wrapped in a heavy power armor made of gray and green, making it impossible to see his true face.

The only thing that could be seen was a pair of pupils hidden under the deep shadow of the hood. Those eyes were filled with endless hatred and contempt for Torres.

"Hmph, to be honest, I have always hated the so-called psychic power. But I have to admit that sometimes it does have some effect..."

Mortarion's expressionless face was like a stone sculpture, staring at Torres, who was covered in blood and only half of his body was left.

There was no mercy or hesitation in his deep eyes, only endless indifference and murderous intent.

Mortarion was seen holding the huge and heavy sickle tightly in his hands. The sickle exuded a creepy breath of death, as if it was a deadly weapon from the abyss of hell.

As Motarian's muscles suddenly tensed up, he raised the sickle high again without hesitation and chopped it down at Torres with all his strength.

There was only a very dull thud, and Torres' head was chopped off easily like a ripe watermelon, rolling to the ground beside him, splashing a pool of blood full of a foul smell.

Then, without even looking at the falling head, Mortarion stomped on it with his foot, crushing it to pieces, with green brain matter and blood splattering everywhere.

After doing all this, Mortarion turned around and walked step by step to Typhons.

His tall and mighty figure is like an unshakable mountain, giving people an irresistible sense of oppression.

"Typhons, you are too slow. The general attack is about to begin." Mortarion said coldly, his tone full of dissatisfaction and blame.

Typhons lowered his head slightly when he heard Mortarion's rebuke, but soon raised his head again and responded in his usual cold and ruthless voice: "Understood, Master Primarch. I will speed up the process of dealing with these enemies."

Mortarion nodded, and then cast his eyes to the group of Death Guard space warriors behind him who were waiting in full battle array. He slowly raised one hand and shouted loudly: "Continue to attack! Don't give these demons any breathing space! Let them have no chance to return..."

"Understood, Lord of the Legion."

………………

"Sanguinius..."

Along with this low murmur, the extremely huge Kabanha was covering his chest tightly with his arms as thick as tree trunks, and slowly half-knelt on the ground.

His hideous face was twisted in pain and heavy gasps came from his mouth from time to time.

Around Kabanha, eight corpses of bloodthirsty demons were lying in a disorderly manner.

These demons that were once feared by everyone have now become cold corpses.

The dark red blood on their bodies blends with the surrounding land, like a bloody and weird painting.

However, even after defeating so many powerful enemies, Kabanha is now at the end of his strength.

He could only cover his chest weakly and half-kneel in front of Sanguinius, who was like a god descending from heaven.

Sanguinius was seen wearing a gorgeous suit of armor that shone with brilliant golden light. This suit of armor was not only extremely strong, but also exuded an aura of sacredness and inviolability.

On his broad back, a pair of huge and beautiful wings, as white as snow, spread out, as if they would fly into the sky at any time.

At this moment, Sanguinius was looking down at Kabanha coldly.

His eyes, as deep as the sea, revealed a chilling coldness that made people shudder.

He tightly grasped the magical weapon called the Spear of Bigong in his hand. The sharp spear head flashed with cold light and was aimed at Kabanha accurately.

Around Sanguinius, golden psychic energy roared like surging waves.

These powerful spiritual energies gathered into balls of burning spiritual flames, entwined around the tip of the Spear of Bigong, emitting scorching heat and dazzling light.

As Sanguinius swung his arm violently, the spear carrying psychic flames pierced straight into Kabanha's terrifying head at lightning speed.

"puff!"

There was only a dull sound, and the spear head instantly pierced through Kabanha's hard skull and penetrated deeply into it.

Immediately afterwards, golden spiritual energy gushed out from the tip of the spear like a volcanic eruption, instantly igniting Kabanha's huge body.

In an instant, flames shot up into the sky, illuminating the entire battlefield as bright as day.

"It's boring..."

After looking at the many Khorne demon troops that had been destroyed, Sanguinius led the Blood Angels to continue advancing towards Ophelia.

"Damn Khorne! I had long expected that these guys were completely useless!" Ku'gath roared angrily.

At this moment, he was standing firmly on top of a huge wreckage floating in the crack between the warp and the real universe.

Kugath's body, as huge as a mountain, is not only shockingly fat, but also exudes a foul odor.

Due to extreme anger, his body kept shaking and trembling, as if a terrible earthquake would occur at any time.

Those Nurglings who were usually naughty and mischievous were now so frightened that they huddled in the corners and trembled.

Countless strong Nurgle warriors also looked pale and horrified at the terrifying being in front of them who was furious.

"Keep on attacking! You useless bastards! Septicemia, lead your troops immediately to resist those damn human fleets!"

Kugath roared in rage, his voice exploding in the void like thunder, deafening.

"Yes, my lord."

Septicemia responded tremblingly. He was seen holding a rotten flute, taking heavy steps, leading a fleet corrupted by demons, and rushing towards Ophelia.

At the same time, the demon armies under the command of Slaanesh and Tzeentch have flooded onto the planet like a tide.