Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"I really want to twist the head off of my own self in this world. Is the me in this world so stupid that I can't see that destroying the Perfect City is just a test! A test!"

When Lorgar learned about the series of stupid things that happened in this world, he wished he could take his hundreds of thousands of Space Marines and various fleets to attack the Eye of Terror and Chaos Lorgar.

"Destroying the Perfect City is just a test, a test of whether you are loyal to your beliefs! Even that idiot Perturabo can see that!"

"God Emperor! I will crush myself in this world!"

Luojia stood beside Neos and listened to Neos' explanation of everything that happened in the world.

Luojia was ready to lead the fleet into the Eye of Terror at the first moment, but fortunately he was persuaded by Neos.

"Ah, how can you be his son..."

Neos looked at Luojia with his empty eyes, and then complained secretly.

"No matter what! I will kill myself in this world! In the name of the Emperor!"

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SZA-4

The green wave swept across the entire planet, and countless orcs attacked the planetary defense force's defense line from all directions of the planet.

Orcs are probably the most comfortable race in the entire Warhammer series, and also the most direct race.

They would laugh as they traveled across the vast sea of ​​stars, beating up everything they encountered. To the orcs, everything was just a violent game.

Orcs are one of the most successfully evolved races in the entire galaxy. Despite having received no systematic education or training, they seem to be naturally proficient in multiple fields of technology. They can use scraps to piece together all kinds of technological products, from basic firearms to space battleships, and they work surprisingly well.

This phenomenon can be explained from the origin of the orcs: a long, long time ago, the ancient saints created a warrior race called Kolk, the ancestors of the orcs, and pre-programmed a large amount of technical knowledge and learning modules in their genes, hoping that this species born for war could help them win the war in heaven.

But before the control system was installed on Korke, the Ancient Saints were almost dead, and naturally lost control of Korke.

In other words, the Ancients created an intelligent war engine that could fight enemies of any technological level at any time and in any place, but they didn't have time to install a shutdown button on it.

In addition to their innate knowledge base, the success of orcs is largely due to their physiological structure.

In essence, orcs are actually a kind of psychic mushroom, or you can say they are moss spirits.

They are simple in structure, highly adaptable and reproduce very quickly.

The important organs of orcs often grow redundantly, so brain damage or even head transplants are nothing to them. Injuries that are disabling or even fatal to humans are often considered minor injuries to orcs.

"I'm Colonel Boss! Those damn green bastards are about to break through our defenses! We need goddamn backup! Backup!"

"It will take a year to hold out the support, Colonel."

"But before that, I hope you can continue to hold on."

"1 year? It's doubtful whether we can hold it off for an hour!"

Bosch threw down the auspicious instrument in his hand in anger, and his face, twisted with anger, looked particularly hideous.

Then, he picked up a laser rifle without hesitation and stepped out of the command post resolutely.

"careful!"

A cry of surprise suddenly sounded. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a burly orc holding a sharp machete and a pistol with a cold glow, who had actually crossed the trench in front of him!

In a flash, the two defenseless soldiers were brutally split in half by the ruthless machete.

“Damn bastard!”

The soldiers who witnessed this scene were immediately enraged. They raised their automatic rifles and fired wildly at the hateful orc.

However, when the dense bullets hit the iron sheets on the orcs' bodies, they only splashed out countless dazzling sparks and could not cause any substantial damage to them.

“Skinny monkey!”

At this moment, the orc suddenly let out a low roar, veins bulged on its green skin, and its pair of blood-red pupils were full of mockery and disdain, staring at one of the human soldiers.

"I think I'm going to cut off your head and kick it like a ball today!" Before he finished speaking, the orc waved his machete and rushed towards the crowd again.

At this critical moment, there was a loud bang, and a powerful bomb accurately hit the head of the arrogant orc pistol boy. In an instant, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and brain matter spilt everywhere.

Amid the smoke, a panting political commissar slowly put down the explosive pistol in his hand that was still emitting smoke, and stared at everything in front of him with a grim gaze.

"For the Emperor! Stand your ground!"

The political commissar shouted at the top of his lungs, his strong and powerful arms holding the bolt pistol high in the air.

His eyes were wide open as he stared at the group of soldiers around him who were dazed by the horrific scene before them, and a nameless rage surged in his heart.

"Hold your ground! Show the Emperor your courage!"

The political commissar roared again, his voice exploding in the air like thunder.

He knew very well that at this moment, if the soldiers could not muster the courage to resist, then this land would fall and countless innocent people would be slaughtered by the orcs.

By then, I would have broken the promise I made at Zhongsi College.

"Use your courage to face the enemy! Not cowardice!" The commissar's words were like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the hearts of every soldier. They all came to their senses, and the flame of fighting spirit rekindled in their eyes.

"attack!"

Following the political commissar's order, the soldiers no longer hesitated. They gripped their weapons tightly and fired fiercely at the surging tide of orcs.

Suddenly, the battlefield was filled with the roar of gunfire, deafening. "Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!!!"

The black muzzle of the gun continuously spewed out blazing flames, and bullets poured out like raindrops.

One after another, the ferocious orcs fell down screaming under the intensive firepower, but they had no intention of retreating. Instead, they charged forward in an even more frantic manner.

Faced with the endless stream of orcs pouring in, the soldiers were not afraid. They gritted their teeth and shot desperately.

Their clothes were soaked with sweat and gunpowder smoke filled the air, making it hard to breathe, but no one stopped what they were doing.

However, their counterattacks were futile in the face of the orcs.

Various war machines that looked like they were assembled from various garbage were pushed to the front line by the orcs. Almost at the same time, the pupils of all the soldiers shrank.