Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"We are the Oss family! How dare you kill me so easily?"

The pot-bellied, terrified man shouted at the top of his lungs while using his hands and feet to crawl backwards on the smooth floor.

At this moment, his fat body looked particularly clumsy and funny, but the fear in his eyes was so real.

Not far in front of him, an Inquisitor holding a bolt pistol was approaching him with steady and slow steps.

The Inquisitor was dressed in a black uniform with the Rose Festival emblem around his neck, which symbolized one of the most terrifying and violent institutions in the Empire, the Inquisition. He had a blank expression on his face and his cold eyes were like frost in the cold winter, which made people shudder.

"Mr. Judge! Please have mercy on me! As long as you can let me go this time, no matter how much money or treasures you have, we are willing to offer them to you with both hands! In fact, as long as it is something you want, we will do everything we can to get it for you!"

The man continued to beg desperately, his voice filled with tears and snot flowing uncontrollably.

However, the judge remained unmoved by his desperate plea for mercy.

He remained silent, but quietly quickened his pace, the bolt pistol in his hand flashing a chilling light.

"Please spare my life! I swear I will never set foot in the Sun Star Region again! I will leave here immediately and disappear from your sight forever! Please believe in my promise, Judge!"

Seeing that the other party was unmoved, the man became more and more panicked, and his body began to tremble involuntarily, as if he had foreseen his impending tragic fate.

Unfortunately, the inquisitor had apparently already lost his patience with this pot-bellied nobleman.

You know, their Oss family is notorious in the Solar Segmentum and has committed countless heinous crimes. Now, the Emperor's order has been issued-to completely eliminate all maggots in the Empire.

Yang Cheng has issued orders to give these scums who are eroding the foundation of the empire like a plague, to give them physical and spiritual education.

The inquisitors of the Tribunal and the assassins of the Assassin's Court were all gearing up to wipe out these dregs of society from the world.

As a result, bloody and brutal killings took place one after another in the Solar Star Region.

One after another, the once powerful and influential families fell under the ruthless guns of the judges, and fresh lives turned into cold corpses in an instant.

At the same time, officials who were dismissed for crimes such as corruption, dereliction of duty, etc. were quickly replaced by a group of new people who were honest and capable.

"Hello, Mr. Scola, you are on the list, please come with us." The person who spoke looked at the man in front of him expressionlessly, his tone so cold as if he had no emotion at all.

Scola's eyes widened in disbelief: "What...what? I'm a member of the Ministry of Internal Affairs! How dare you do this to me?" However, before he could finish his words, he heard a dull sound - "Bang!"

A bailiff from the Ministry of Justice raised his baton without hesitation and hit Scola hard on the head.

Scola suddenly felt a sharp pain, his eyes went dark, and he almost fainted.

"Take him away! Hurry up!" the bailiff shouted. Then, two other bailiffs with shotguns quickly stepped forward and put a large black sack over Scola's head.

Poor Scola didn't even have time to react before he was dragged out of the room like a dead dog.

At this time, inside the house, Scola's family members were looking at this sudden change in horror, their faces turned pale and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

Especially Scola's wife, she covered her mouth tightly with both hands, fearing that she would not be able to help screaming.

At this moment, the captain of the marshals team took a quick look and saw the other people in the room. He immediately gave an order: "Take these people away as well! Don't let any of them go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other bailiffs immediately took action. For a moment, the whole room was filled with cries, pleas for mercy, and the bailiffs' rough scolding.

"Forecast! Prepare to release!" another bailiff shouted loudly.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!!!" The deafening gunshots rang out one after another, like the roar of the god of death.

Team after team of people fell in a pool of blood, instantly losing their breath of life. And those vacant positions were quickly filled by a group of new officials.

This is what Yang Cheng wants to do, a major purge, a major purge from top to bottom.

It's time to restore the Empire's war machine to its former glory.

Terra

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In the intricate maze-like pipelines of the Underhive, team after team of well-trained Space Marines are advancing with firm and powerful steps.

They were arranged closely in battle formation, holding powerful grenade launchers in their hands, and their eyes vigilantly scanned the dark corners around them.

With the crisp sound of gunshots, the blazing flames from the grenade launcher instantly broke through the endless darkness.

The strong light not only illuminates the surrounding environment, but also exposes the enemies hiding in the dark.

The enemies' bodies were weird and twisted, which was creepy.

The monster was covered with a hard shell that glowed green, as if it was made of the strongest metal; the purple flesh exposed inside gave off a pungent and unpleasant odor.

At this moment, facing the intensive fire attack from the Space Marines, the monster dodged left and right, trying to avoid the fatal bullets, but it could not escape the fate of being hit.

However, these brave and fearless Space Marines are no ordinary Space Marines.

They have all undergone at least two rigorous physical strengthening transformations and have long possessed physiques and courage beyond ordinary people.

They showed no fear at all towards these seemingly terrifying enemies, but instead became more courageous as the battle went on.

"For the Emperor!"

With a roar, a priest holding a gorgeous scepter took the lead in charging.

He led the way and pounced directly towards a Genestealer leader in front of him.

You know, this kind of Genestealer patriarch is not simple. They are usually the first pure-blooded Genestealer in the entire group.

As the original source of infection, this patriarch is able to control all of his kind through a mysterious hive mind, and possesses powerful psychic powers, extraordinary wisdom, and amazing physical fitness that far surpass those of his offspring.

Its nearly six-meter-tall body is like a moving hill, covered with a shell as hard as diamond, and its limbs have four giant claws that are sharp enough to easily tear apart a vehicle. Just one look at it is enough to make people shudder.

But even so, the brave pastor showed no intention of backing down.

"boom!"

The scepter fell, and almost instantly, the head of the Genestealer leader turned into a ball of bloody mist.

(By the way, in order to make the 40k plot more hammer-like, some of the battles are the battles I fought with the big guys at the club. Hehehe, praise the god of dice)