Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"Wearing steel armor! Heart as strong as iron!"

The Terminators of the Iron Warriors Legion, clad in steel armor and shining with cold light, were like moving steel fortresses, following Perturabo's figure with firm and powerful steps.

And behind this steel torrent, there is a large number of armored forces.

The Iron Warriors, a Space Marine Legion renowned for its heavy firepower, has terrifying heavy armored strength.

Various types of Marauder tanks were like roaring beasts, revealing their thick gun barrels ferociously; Land Raiders flexibly shuttled across the battlefield, suppressing the enemy with fierce firepower; Rhino personnel carriers continuously transported more Iron Warriors Legion Space Marines to the forefront of the battle.

“Crush them!”

Along with this roar, the commander of the Iron Warriors Legion decisively issued an attack order.

In an instant, the Iron Warriors artillery position in the rear let out a dull roar, and huge heavy artillery shells whizzed out, smashing towards the Nurgle Space Marines who were charging forward like raindrops.

The shells landed precisely in the ranks of the Nurgle Space Marines, blasting away their armour and tearing apart their flesh.

Rotten flesh, pus, and broken metal fragments splattered everywhere, and the air was filled with a strong smell of decay and gunpowder.

A Nurgle warrior was hit directly in the chest by a cannonball, and his upper body was almost blown in two, but what was horrifying was that he did not fall down.

A large amount of pus and maggots gushed out of the wound, and the rotten flesh began to wriggle, quickly filling the wound.

His laughter was low and hoarse, as if he was mocking the enemy's incompetence.

Another Chaos Space Marine's head was blown off, but his body continued to move forward, holding the Nurgle-corroded bolter tightly in his hand.

More shells fell, and the flames of the explosions dyed the entire battlefield blood red.

The bodies of the Nurgle warriors shook in the impact, some had their arms blown off, some had their abdomens blown open, but their steps remained firm.

Their rotting flesh rapidly regenerates under the blessing of Nurgle, pus and maggots flow from their wounds, and their bodies themselves are an endless plague to the world.

Despite the heavy rain of shells, the Nurgle warriors did not stop.

Their existence itself is a blasphemy against life. Every step they take corrodes the earth and every breath they take spreads disease.

"Hahahaha! Praise the Father!"

A Nurgle Space Marine easily killed a dozen Astra Militarum soldiers who approached him, and then picked up his corrupted grenade launcher.

But then, a Space Marine from the Iron Warriors Legion rushed in front of him.

The Iron Warriors Space Marine raised his plasma pistol and aimed at the Nurgle warrior.

The energy gathered at the muzzle made a low humming sound, as if accumulating destructive power.

The Nurgle warrior raised his head, a hint of mockery flashed in his turbid eyes, and he seemed to care nothing about the impending death.

"boom!"

The plasma pistol fired, and the blazing energy instantly hit the Nurgle Space Marine's chest.

His corrupted armor quickly melted under the high temperature, and the energy bullet penetrated his body, bursting into dazzling light.

The Nurgle Space Marine's body began to twitch violently, thick green pus gushed out of the wounds, and the air was filled with the smell of burning rotten flesh.

His body gradually collapsed, and the corrupted flesh and blood inside him completely disintegrated at this moment.

Finally, he fell to the ground and turned into a pool of rotting flesh, blending with the surrounding filth.

..............................

At this moment, the fierce battle between Perturabo and Grootmar has entered a white-hot stage!

The mecha controlled by Perturabo was equipped with a dazzling array of weapons.

Both the number and power of these weapons far exceed what ordinary Emperor-class Titans can be equipped with.

Not only that, the mecha itself has undergone high-tech transformation left over from the Human Federation, which has greatly improved its performance. It is not only comparable to Grootmaru, but is not even inferior in the slightest.

On the other hand, Grootmare was at a complete disadvantage.

Faced with the Perturabo mecha's fierce bombardment like a storm, he could only defend himself with great effort.

Those powerful equipment such as the volcano cannon and the general cannon that were originally supposed to be used to destroy large targets were now used by Perturabo as easily as light weapons, unleashing endless firepower.

What surprised Grootmar even more was that Perturabo had many mysterious weapons in his hands that he had never seen before.

Under such heavy bombardment, Grootmar had no choice but to rely on his own decayed flesh and blood body to endure Perturabo's round after round of extremely fierce attacks.

Every impact seemed to tear his body apart, but Grootmare still persisted and refused to fall easily.

"Mortarion! Come and help me!"

Grootmar screamed at the top of his lungs, tightly grasping the Rotgut sword that exuded a rotten smell with both hands, and struggled to resist Perturabo's fierce attack like a storm.

Every confrontation made Grootmare feel a tingling sensation in his arms, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

At this moment, Grootmar is already at the end of his strength, and his warp power has been consumed to the limit.

"I……"

Hearing Grootmar's urgent cry for help, Mortarion couldn't help but frown and gripped the sickle in his hand a little tighter.

He looked at the fierce battle scene in front of him with a serious gaze, secretly wondering whether he should lend a hand.

Beside him, a group of Chaos Space Marines in heavy armor and with ferocious faces stood quietly. They were fully armed, holding various weapons, waiting for Mortarion's orders.

"Come and help!"

Seeing that Mortarion was still hesitating, Grootmar anxiously urged him again.

At this moment, there was a loud bang, and the huge mecha controlled by Perturabo suddenly raised its foot and kicked Grootmar with the force of thunder.

Grootmal had no time to dodge, and the thick and powerful mechanical leg instantly hit his fat body.

In an instant, Grootmar was like a green ball, being blown away by the powerful impact. He drew an arc in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Follow your heart, Mortarion!"

"You are not a slave! You are a warrior!"

Perturabo's voice rang through the mech, confusing Mortarion even more.

(Starting school, I need to adjust my state)