Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"How disgusting! You, the World Eaters, are nothing but a bunch of mindless vicious dogs that only know how to bark and bite! And your leader is the number one idiot among these vicious dogs!" Fulgrim sneered contemptuously, his snake-like lower body twisting slightly, and he slowly approached Kahn elegantly but with a bit of provocation.

With a loud bang, Kahn suddenly pulled out the huge power axe at his waist. The axe blade flashed with cold light, as if it could tear all enemies apart in an instant.

His murderous eyes were fixed on Fulgrim in front of him, without any fear.

"Get away from me! Take your disgusting fellows with you!"

Kahn's low roar came from under his blood-red helmet, like an enraged beast, which made people shudder.

However, in the face of such a fierce warning from Kahn, Fulgrim not only did not retreat, but continued to move forward more unscrupulously.

He drew out an extremely sharp sword from his python-like waist with lightning speed. The sword was flashing with strange light, and seemed to contain endless evil power.

At this moment, the sound of mechanical operation suddenly rang out.

A team of Space Marines that had been standing next to Kahn responded quickly. Dressed in heavy and sturdy Terminator armor, they moved in unison, raising their bolters and pointing their black muzzles at the advancing Fulgrim.

"Hmph, you think you can deal with me with just these little gadgets of yours? Don't be wishful thinking! You should be very clear about this in your mind, right?" Fulgrim raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a disdainful smile.

"You can give it a try if you have the ability!"

Karn responded through gritted teeth, the anger in his eyes growing more intense, as if he wanted to burn Fulgrim to ashes.

For a moment, the atmosphere between the two sides was extremely tense, and a thrilling battle was about to break out.

"It seems I came at a very bad time..."

Along with these somewhat helpless words, a figure slowly walked out from another door.

Everyone's eyes were instantly focused here. However, when they saw who was coming, the whole scene fell into deathly silence, as if time had stopped at that moment.

I saw that the man was tall, but he exuded a strange aura.

His skin had a frightening paleness, a sickly grayish hue, as if he had been ill for a long time.

His body surface is densely covered with mysterious runes and chaos symbols, like ancient totems, demonstrating his enthusiasm and devotion to the power of chaos.

His eyes were like burning flames, flickering with a light unique to chaotic energy, so deep and hot that people dared not look directly at them.

In the thrilling battle with Corax, his face was unfortunately scratched, leaving a hideous deep scar extending from his forehead to his chin. This scar not only did not weaken his majesty, but instead made him look more cold and cruel.

This person was wearing a gorgeous black and gold power armor, which was a masterpiece of exquisite craftsmanship and luxurious decoration.

Various chaos runes and blasphemous symbols were carefully carved on the armor, and every detail exuded an evil and powerful aura.

Especially on the shoulder armor and chest armor, there are chaotic eight-pointed star patterns engraved on them. The eight-pointed star shining with dark red light seems to be a call from the abyss of hell, which makes the viewers feel terrified.

In addition, his armor is covered with various scriptures and holy relics, all of which contain the dark power of the Warp.

They often emit a faint light or make low whispers, as if telling the world the mystery and horror of chaos.

At this moment, Fulgrim in the crowd suddenly laughed softly: "I didn't expect you to come, Lorgar..."

His laughter broke the silence, but also made the atmosphere more tense.

"That's enough! Stop it!"

With a roar, Abaddon stood before everyone like a mountain.

However, the moment he stepped forward, the atmosphere in the whole scene suddenly became tense, as if a powder keg had been lit and was about to explode.

Everyone present, whether holding a gun or grasping a blade, invariably locked their sights on Abaddon.

Their eyes were full of hostility and vigilance, as if the person in front of them was their sworn enemy.

"Humph, if the Lord of Pleasure had not sent me here personally, do you think I would easily abandon all those intoxicating joys and rush here?" Fulgrim looked at Abaddon in front of him with contempt.

At this moment, Fulgrim held both swords tightly in his hands, with the blades flashing with cold light, pointing directly at Abaddon.

His sinister, vicious, and unruly voice sounded: "Abaddon, the old accounts between us have not yet been settled! Today is a perfect opportunity."

Kahn on the side also looked at Abaddon with contempt. He was surrounded by a group of Space Marines from the World Eaters Legion. These warriors all had fierce looks on their faces and could no longer suppress the anger in their hearts.

"For the great Blood God, I will tear you into pieces!" One of the warriors of the World Eaters Legion roared in anger, the sound was deafening and resounded through the sky.

Compared to the violent anger of the World Eaters, Lorgar was a different person.

With a playful look on his face, he looked at Abaddon with interest, as if he was curious about the next move of this man who was once from the Horus Legion but was now a Chaos Warmaster.

"Mortarion is seriously injured!" Abaddon spoke first with a serious face, his voice echoing in the empty hall.

However, the response he received was not as serious as he expected. Instead, there was a burst of disdainful ridicule from the mouths of the Demon Primarchs.

"Haha, isn't it normal for that idiot to be seriously injured?" Fulgrim laughed wildly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

Abaddon frowned and shouted in a louder voice: "It was Perturabo who hurt him this time, and it was Perturabo from another world."

"What? Are you kidding us?" Kahn asked suspiciously, obviously unable to believe what Abaddon said.

"No, what I said is true! Not only that, this Perturabo from another world brought with him an entire Imperium, including their Emperor and a full 21 Primarchs!"

At this time, Abaddon turned his gaze to Fulgrim, who had been standing silently aside.

Fulgrim was looking him up and down with curious eyes, as if trying to judge whether what he said was credible.

After a moment, Fulgrim raised his lips slightly, revealing a strange smile and said: "This is quite interesting. If we can capture a Primarch and present it to the Lord of Pleasure, she will surely be very happy..."