Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"The enemy has been found! Kill him! Kill him immediately!"

The Astra Militarum officer's eyes widened and he shouted at the top of his lungs in horror.

His shaking finger pointed directly at Grootmaar in the distance, and his voice became sharp and piercing with extreme fear.

In an instant, hundreds of thousands of shells rushed towards Grootmar like raindrops.

These shells cut through the sky with a sharp whistling sound, as if they were going to tear the entire world apart.

However, facing this overwhelming attack, Grootmar's already rotten face actually slightly raised up, revealing an extremely weird smile.

Under his already disgusting face, countless white roundworms were wriggling and crawling wantonly, some even poking their heads out from the holes in the rotten flesh on his face, making people feel creepy and stomach churning at the first sight.

"Protect the adults..."

Seeing this, the soldiers on the side shouted in panic and wanted to rush forward to protect Grootmal.

"No, no need to panic..."

Grootmare still had a smile on his face. He slowly raised a huge hand and gently waved it left and right a few times, indicating that everyone did not need to be nervous.

"Let them experience the love of their father for themselves. After they experience it, they will naturally understand the truth of all things."

As he spoke, Grootmaar slowly stretched out a thick finger, and then bent it lightly, seemingly casually.

At this moment, an astonishing scene happened.

Hundreds of millions of white roundworms gathered quickly in front of Grootmal as if they had received some mysterious instructions.

They intertwined and entangled with each other, forming a thick wall in the blink of an eye.

This wall made of ascarids not only completely covered the bodies of Grootmal and the Chaos Space Marines beside him, but also steadily blocked the artillery shells that were surging like a tide.

"Boom boom boom boom!!!"

The shells rained down on the ground, causing a series of earth-shattering explosions.

The raging flames produced by the explosion roared in like a tidal wave, instantly sucking in countless white roundworms.

However, this seemingly devastating attack did not stop the advance of the ascaris army, and more ascaris quickly arrived to fill the gaps in defense.

As time went by, millions of artillery shells were consumed one after another, but Grootmaar just waved his hand gently, as if everything was under his control.

The solid defensive wall formed by tens of millions of roundworms disappeared without a trace like smoke in the blink of an eye.

"Naughty children, you have never experienced the love of a loving father..."

Grootmal showed an expression of pretended regret on his face, and then, a cold light flashed in his deep and strange eyes, and he once again mobilized the remaining tens of millions of roundworms.

This time, their target was the Astra Militarum artillery position in the distance.

"Let these humble mortals feel the love from their loving father."

As soon as Grootmal finished speaking, the originally calm swarm of roundworms suddenly became agitated, like a surging tide, rushing towards the Astra Militarum artillery positions in an overwhelming manner.

"No! No! Save me!" The soldiers on the artillery position screamed in terror.

"Don't come over! Don't come over!" They shouted at the top of their lungs, trying to drive away these horrible creatures.

"Oh my God! It's crawling into Hosko's mouth! Stop it!" A soldier watched a white roundworm crawling into his companion's mouth, his face turned pale with fear.

In an instant, the white roundworms swept across the entire artillery position like an unstoppable torrent.

Faced with such a large number of small and agile enemies, these Astra Militarum soldiers suddenly fell into extreme panic and confusion, and were helpless for a moment.

"Why don't you spread some mercy, Mortarion..."

A strange smile hung on the corner of Grootmal's rotten face, and then he swaggered into the battlefield that had already fallen into chaos.

His eyes swept around wantonly, completely ignoring the Astra Militarum positions that were struggling under the ravages of the worms.

Then he lowered his voice and growled softly like a beast lurking in the darkness.

Grootmal slowly raised his rotten hands, as if those hands carried the endless vicissitudes of time and evil power.

When his rotten, long, and sharp nails lightly scratched the air, only a slight sound of tearing cloth was heard.

In an instant, the originally peaceful space was torn into a long and narrow crack as easily as a fragile paper!

The crack was like a ferocious giant mouth, greedily devouring everything around it.

At the same time, an extremely violent subspace energy surged out from the cracks like a flood breaking through a dam!

This extremely terrifying energy carries the power to destroy the heavens and the earth. Wherever it goes, the real world is distorted and deformed by its powerful force.

In the face of this terrifying force, the crack, which was not very wide at the beginning, began to expand and grow at a speed visible to the naked eye, until it finally became a huge subspace crack that could swallow the entire battlefield.

Accompanied by a deafening roar, the mysterious crack slowly opened.

At this horrifying moment, a figure that was taller than one could imagine, accompanied by thousands of Space Marines emitting a foul odor, stepped out of the crack.

Looking closely, I saw the tall figure in the lead, his skin looked like it had been eroded by disease for years, and it was a disgusting sickly green or gray tone.

The skin that should have been tough and smooth was now covered with puss of various sizes and festering wounds. Yellow pus flowed out of it, mixing with blood, forming disgusting streams that flowed down the body.

What's even more terrifying is that an extremely strong stench continuously emanates from these wounds, like the smell of tens of millions of corpses rotting at the same time. Just one sniff is enough to make people dizzy and their stomachs churn.

Looking at the extremely heavy plague armor he was wearing was even more shocking.

The surface of the armor had long lost its former luster, replaced by a thick layer of rust, as if it had experienced the vicissitudes of countless years.

Not only that, it was also covered with dark green mold and pieces of scales that had fallen off due to decay, making it look dilapidated.

This armor is carefully decorated with various strange symbols symbolizing Nurgle and terrifying patterns representing the plague.

In his hand, he held a giant sickle that could be described as gigantic. The handle alone was several times thicker than an ordinary person's waist.

The entire sickle was covered with a layer of dark red rust, and it looked as if it had just been fished out of a pool of blood.

The sharp blade was even more horrible to look at, covered with mottled marks of decay. From time to time, black venom and thick pus and blood dripped from the cracks, splashing onto the ground, instantly corroding into large pits that emitted blue smoke.

The most eye-catching thing is the pair of huge devil wings behind him.

When spread out, the pair of wings are several meters wide. From a distance, it looks like two giant rotten moth wings are forcibly grafted onto the body.

However, this pair of wings has been severely rotten, with holes of various sizes all over them, like a rotten sheet.