Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"My Lord, you mean that they are all loyal to you?"

"No, no, no, I am only loyal to my father. As for this skeleton, who has the taste to put a skeleton here?"

Fulgrim looked at the Emperor beside him, and then complained to Trajan.

This complaint made Trajan look so angry that he tried hard not to draw his sword and kill the guy in front of him.

Although he knew that if he could hold on for a few seconds, it would be considered as the opponent letting him win.

"Uh, if this is a parallel universe, where am I?"

"Yes, if this is the palace, then why are my people not here?"

Lorga and Perturabo walked out at the same time. Lorga began to look at the surrounding decorations. The decoration style was almost exactly the same as his own.

"Well, you betrayed me." Neos said slowly.

"What? How is that possible! I am the most loyal son to my father! You despicable old psychic! I think you are a figment of Chaos's psychic power to sow discord between me and my father!"

Lorgar pointed at Neos angrily and cursed him. The Emperor was very depressed at the moment. He wanted to scold him but didn't know what to say.

And looking at the situation, the father-son relationship between Luo Jia and Yang Cheng seems to be much better than he thought, and he almost always protects Yang Cheng.

This made Neos feel as if he had received billions of critical hits in his heart, and he seemed to be a little bit incompetent as a father.

“Hahahahaha! You stinky charlatan! You are even more useless in this world! You actually betrayed me! Unlike me, I won’t…”

"Perturabo, you too, followed Lorgar in his rebellion."

"........."

"Kakakakakakakaka..."

"Lorgar! This guy is from Chaos and is here to slander us and sow discord between our fathers! Kill him now!"

"Just in time, I want this bastard's head in the toilet."

"Okay, Old Bacon is right. You two are indeed restless in this world."

Yang Cheng cleared his throat and stopped the farce.

"I knew it. How could a brainless iron man and a stinking charlatan possibly be like me..."

"Fulgrim, you have betrayed me too."

"........."

"Hahahaha, you stinky sissy, I knew it..."

"Don't laugh! It's like everyone is a traitor!"

Fulgrim and Perturabo began bickering once again, while Neos named the remaining Primarchs of the rebellion one by one.

"Angron."

"What? In this world I actually betrayed the Emperor?"

"Mortarion."

"No, that's impossible."

"Horus."

"How is it possible! I would betray my father?"

"Alpha and Omega."

"..."

"Koz."

"I never expected that in this world I would actually betray the Emperor."

After waiting for the names to be called one by one, almost everyone looked at Guilliman.

"What? Guilliman didn't betray?"

Almost everyone looked at Guilliman in surprise, with disbelief on their faces.

"Not only has Guilliman not betrayed, he is now the only savior of the Empire."

Neos' words made Guilliman confused. When did he become the savior? And the only savior? He just wanted to use Ultramar to attack.

"Okay, let's stop talking nonsense and start taking over this mess of the empire." Yang Cheng cleared his throat and said.

………………

At this moment, shocking news about the change of the Emperor swept across the entire world of Terra like a storm.

This shocking event spread quickly, like wildfire, instantly igniting people's astonishment and confusion.

When those nobles, who usually lived a life of luxury and superiority, heard the news, they all had expressions of disbelief on their faces, as if they were struck by a bolt from the blue.

“What the hell? The emperor has been replaced? How is this possible!” A noble widened his eyes and muttered to himself in suspicion.

Another noble shouted angrily, "Damn it! I can't just sit there and watch. I have to find out for myself!"

Among this group of nobles, the patriarch of the Oss family is particularly eye-catching.

His pot-bellied body moved with difficulty in the luxurious palace corridor, and every step seemed to carry a heavy load of anger and doubt.

The patriarch was extremely anxious and wished he could grow wings and fly to the palace immediately.

At the same time, almost all the nobles in Terra made the same decision without prior agreement - they flocked to the palace.

Filled with anger and confusion, they were determined to demand an explanation from the imperial guards in person.

These nobles had long been accustomed to the power and status they possessed. The long-standing glory of their family had made them arrogant and domineering, and they had even gradually forgotten the hard work their ancestors had put in and the supreme glory they had won in that thrilling war of unification.

Now, faced with the sudden change of emperor, they feel that their dignity has been seriously challenged and they are determined to seek justice.

As for justice, did you see the power spear in the hands of the imperial guards? That is justice.

The biggest problem of the empire is its bloated administration, the intertwined forces of various nobles, and the problem of the subspace.

Yang Cheng has solved the subspace problem, and what he needs to do next is to deal with the internal affairs of the empire.

Yang Cheng has a very simple and efficient method, which is to replace all officials in the empire from top to bottom.

Carry out a major reshuffle of the entire empire's bureaucracy and clear out these bugs with lightning speed.

This was Yang Cheng’s plan, and this task was naturally handed over to Makado and others.

"The Great Purge. Haha. I'm really good at it."

Palpatine stretched his body, then went to the administrative post of the Empire with Malcador.

Arrest warrants and execution orders were issued one after another, and webway structures began to connect to Terra.

"Makado~ Old Ma~ Old Ma~"

Looking at the appearance of Malcador, two clear tears flowed from Neos's shriveled skull. After the two sides stared at each other for a few seconds, Malcador quickly adjusted his mentality and returned to his post.

"I'm warning you, stay away from my Maca! Do you understand?" Yang Cheng glared at the emperor, then complained while biting an apple.

"Well, let's discuss something."

"One, three, five, Malcador is yours. Two, four, six, Malcador is mine."

"What about Sunday?"

"We'll talk on Sunday."

"Your Majesty, I don't have the time to do this right now. There are a lot of documents that need to be processed."

Makado's voice suddenly came, and after hearing Makado's voice, Yang Cheng and Neos closed their mouths at the same time.

"Hey, you two..."

Malcador sighed and then went back to work.