Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"What? Something is going to happen to my father!" Guilliman widened his eyes and shouted in disbelief.

It was not until this moment that he realized, as if waking from a dream, that what had happened was so astonishing.

Not long ago, Curze hurried over to convey the news to him, then quickly turned around and left, disappearing into the vast universe, leaving Guilliman standing alone on the battleship of Macragge's Glory.

"Set off for Terra immediately! Without delay!"

Guilliman came back to his senses, stared at the officers beside him with an extremely serious expression and gave orders.

Then, he methodically commanded his fleet to adjust its course and head towards Terra at full speed.

After several hours of sailing, when Guilliman's fleet finally arrived at its destination, the scene before them left them dumbfounded - they saw that the giant flagships of more than a dozen legions had already been steadily docked in the orbit of the planet Terra, densely arranged together, like a city made up of steel behemoths.

"Who can tell me! Why would something happen to my father in the future?"

At this time, Horus stood side by side with Lion, looking at him solemnly.

In addition to these Primarchs, a number of important figures including Palpatine, Grand Admiral Thrawn and Forge General Kalbo also gathered in the palace.

"I really don't know... I only saw the moment my father died..." Koz replied in a hoarse and low voice.

"How hateful! What force caused all these tragedies to happen!" Ryan was so angry that he was shaking all over and cursing with gritted teeth.

"Hmph, in my opinion, Guilliman is the most suspicious! You know, he controls the largest number of legions. If he betrays me secretly and kills my father..."

"Enough! Stop making random guesses here!" Just then, a deep and powerful voice suddenly sounded.

With the sound of heavy footsteps, Guilliman appeared in front of everyone at the right time.

"Guilliman!"

With this roar, Lion strode towards Guilliman with an angry face.

As the tension between the two grew stronger, a fierce quarrel seemed inevitable. At this moment, a loud voice suddenly came from a distance.

"Everyone..."

The voice seemed to carry an invisible pressure, which instantly quieted the originally noisy scene.

People turned their heads to look, and saw that the 21 Primarchs and many high-ranking Imperial officials all shut their mouths at the same time, their eyes fixed on the source of the sound.

Yang Cheng walked over slowly. His steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to step on the heartstrings of everyone present.

His face was as gloomy as water, his eyes were as sharp as knives, and he glanced coldly at the noisy group of Primarchs in front of him, and then he said in a low and angry voice: "If I hadn't come, would you have planned to fight on Terra? Have you forgotten your mission?"

Hearing this, the Primarchs lowered their heads. One of them muttered softly: "Father, we..."

However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Yang Cheng.

"I know you are worried about my safety, but I hope you can always remember that as a Primarch, your most important goal is to fight to the end for the revival of mankind!"

Yang Cheng said in a firm tone, "In the long journey ahead, you may encounter many unexpected situations, perhaps encounter beings similar to you, or even meet brothers from another time and space..."

"But no matter what, I want you to remember one thing - you are brothers! Blood is thicker than water, and brothers are as close as brothers! Therefore, you can never betray each other!"

At the end, Yang Cheng emphasized his tone, and every word he said was like a hammer hitting the hearts of every Primarch.

"Myself from another time and space?"

Many Primarchs looked at each other, thinking about Yang Cheng's words.

"I wonder what we would be like in another world?" Everyone fell into deep thought, and the entire conference room fell silent for a moment.

However, at this moment, a group of officers led by Abaddon quietly withdrew from the discussion.

There was a trace of solemnity and worry on their faces, for they knew all too well what these Primarchs were like in another world.

Although many Primarchs were still filled with resentment, under Yang Cheng's calm and firm guidance, they eventually regained their sanity.

After all, facing the huge challenges that are coming, emotional impulses will not solve any problems.

At this time, Horus broke the silence first. He straightened his body, looked at Yang Cheng with sharp eyes, and asked, "Father, what exactly do we need to do next?" His voice revealed a sense of urgency and determination.

Yang Cheng took a deep breath, and then slowly said: "Prepare for war! And prepare for war with all your strength! Because the next battle will determine the future direction of our human race. This is a crucial battle."

His words hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer, making everyone present feel unprecedented pressure.

Then, Yang Cheng's eyes slowly swept across the 21 figures present.

These are the children he trusts the most and relies on the most.

Looking at their resolute faces, Yang Cheng couldn't help but sigh and said with emotion: "My children... This war will be extremely cruel, but I believe you will be able to defeat the enemy in front of you. As long as we unite as one, there will be no difficulties that cannot be overcome."

(Happy New Year to everyone)

The sound of exploding arrows bids farewell to the old year, and the roar of war welcomes the new year.

My dear brothers and sisters, in this new year, I wish you family reunions like the Emperor, brotherly love like the Primarch, quick thinking like the Mechanic Servant, and a peaceful life like the Astra Militarum.

May you have the calmness of Angron, the kindness of Curze, the simplicity of Fulgrim, and the firm belief of Lorgar.

May you be as fruitful as Corax, as forthright as Lion's Jonson, as cheerful as Perturabo, and as quick-witted as Ferrus.

May your boss be like Abaddon, your best friend be better than little Fulgrim. May your memory be as good as the Blood Angels, and your body be as healthy as the Death Guard. May your will be as unyielding as the backbone of Magnus, and the difficulties you encounter be as easy as the fortress of Rogal Dorn. May the companions you rely on be as solid and trustworthy as the Eldar Prophet, and the helpers you find be as reliable as the Blood Axe Mercenaries.

Finally, Tzeentch wishes you success in every exam! Nurgle wishes you immunity to all poisons! Khorne wishes you victory in every battle! Slaanesh wishes you endless joy! The Emperor wishes you a speedy passage through Warhammer 40K!

Note: If you don't want to go to 40k, you can also go to Trench Expedition, Foundation and other worlds.