Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

After dealing with Szalak, Yang Cheng turned to deal with Taraxin.

"Respected Lord of Humanity, what do you want?"

Tracin poured a glass of water in a familiar manner, and then, without paying attention to the looks of the surrounding guards, he poured the bottle of water directly into the crack of the metal skull.

"This is your human etiquette, right?"

Taraxin didn't care about this. He stared at Yang Cheng curiously, his metallic pupils glowing green and full of possessiveness.

"If I could keep you..."

"boom!"

In the moment when Taraxin was stunned, Yang Cheng's sword blade was already against his metal neck.

"I say, what are you thinking about?"

"No, no, no, great Lord of Humanity, I have absolutely no intention of offending you or your collection."

As Taraxin spoke, he carefully moved the bench, trying to move it away from Yang Cheng's sword.

"Well, let's put away our weapons first."

"Then, we'll pretend we know nothing and I'll leave right away."

Just as Trazyn was about to run away, two red guards stood on Trazyn's left and right, and then put their heavy hands on Trazyn's shoulders.

"Oh fine……"

Trazyn gave up all other moves and just stayed in his position.

"What do you know? The emperor of a parallel world."

"Or, what is your understanding of this world?"

Yang Cheng smiled, and then slowly said: "【Endless】Tarazyn, also known as the Cannon Fodder Sweeper, the Grave Snatcher, the Temporary Custodian of Ownerless Things, the Redefiner of "Ownerless Things", the Collector, Brainiac, the King of Figures..."

"These are your nicknames, right?"

"Well, I like the name Hand-made King."

Taraxin nodded, and looked at Yang Cheng in front of him curiously with his green eyes.

"You like to steal other people's things, and your way of stealing is to use endless substitutes and many aliases..."

"You are the ruler of the tomb world of Solemnus, and you have appointed yourself as the guardian of the history, artifacts, and events of the galaxy..."

"If I remember correctly, you have the Otansar Skull Choir, the preserved head of the Imperial Saint Bishop Sebastian Thor, the ossified shell of a Slaveholder, a Custodian, Lord Creed, Catachan troops, the Tyranids..."

"Oh, if you hadn't told me I wouldn't have known I had so many collections. Look at my memory, I didn't even know I had so many good things." Taraxin responded with a smile.

“I heard that you also appeared on Cadia during the Thirteenth Black Crusade and tried to help us. You revealed the secret of the Blackstone Obelisk of Cadia to Belisarius Cawl, correct?”

"It's just a matter of convenience. You don't need to thank me. If you want to thank me, just give me those mechanical dinosaurs of yours."

"You still want my mechanical dinosaur?"

"Forget it, forget it, forget it. Just pretend I didn't say anything. If you want to kill me, just do it. It's just a modified body of a dead warrior. If it's gone, it's gone."

Taraxin shrugged helplessly, then lay down and started to play badly.

"Sotek and Szalak, which side are you on?"

"I don't want to stand on either side. I feel that my current body is pretty good. I have no interest in war or physical recovery..."

“I just want to collect a few good things in this chaotic era.”

Listening to Taraxin's words, Yang Cheng's mouth curled up into a smile.

Szalak himself is not trustworthy. If he can betray once, he can betray a second time.

It is not easy to trust the Sotek side either, they are just a group of guys who simply want to start a war.

But Tarazin is different. Although he is just an overlord, several Necromancers can't do anything to him.

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"We have detected energy at a certain location and are heading towards that area."

Fulgrim's fleet began to advance towards an area. His legion detected an unknown energy point in the galaxy. As one of the Primarchs, he had to go and investigate.

Fulgrim's fleet moved slowly forward in the silent void. The starlight shone through the portholes onto the command deck, reflecting his stern face.

His eyes were fixed on the unknown star field ahead, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

As the Primarch of the III Legion, his instincts were never wrong.

"The energy signature is growing stronger, sir," a technical sergeant reported, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Fulgrim nodded slightly, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest of his seat.

His fleet has entered the core area of ​​this star field, and the surrounding nebulae are gradually becoming denser, like a thick curtain, blocking their vision.

Suddenly, the fleet's sensors sounded a piercing alarm.

"An unknown fleet has been detected! The energy signature... is extremely similar to that of our fleet!" The technical sergeant's voice suddenly rose.

Fulgrim's brows were furrowed, his eyes sharp as a knife. He stood up and walked towards the holographic projection platform.

In the projection, a huge fleet was slowly emerging from the depths of the nebula. The outlines of the ships were almost identical to those of the Third Legion's warships, but their armor was covered with twisted runes, emitting sickening chaotic energy.

"That's... my fleet?" Fulgrim whispered to himself, with an ominous premonition in his heart.

At this moment, a harsh noise came from the communication channel, followed by a familiar yet unfamiliar voice: "Welcome to my territory, brother."

Fulgrim's pupils suddenly contracted.

That voice... was his own voice, but it was full of distortion and madness.

In the holographic projection, a figure gradually became clear - it was another Fulgrim, but his armor was covered with the marks of Chaos, and his eyes were glowing scarlet.

"Who are you?" Fulgrim asked coldly, his hand already gripping the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"I am you, but more powerful and perfect."

Fulgrim's voice was filled with sarcasm and arrogance. "You refused to accept the power of Chaos and were willing to fall into the shackles of the Empire. I have transcended all of this."

Fulgrim felt a surge of rage, but he quickly calmed down.

He knew that the being before him was his most dangerous enemy, not only because of his strength, but also because he knew everything about him.

"Fire!"

Fulgrim gave a decisive order and his fleet immediately launched a fierce bombardment.

However, Chaos Fulgrim's fleet responded just as quickly, with the artillery fire from both sides interweaving into a web of destruction in the void.

The battle entered a white-hot stage, with warships of both sides engaging in fierce fire in the nebula, and the light of the explosion illuminated the entire star field.

Fulgrim's flagship and Fulgrim's flagship, the Fallen Wing, engaged in a fierce exchange of fire at close range, with the armor plates constantly cracking in the artillery fire.

"Prepare to board and fight!"

Fulgrim gave the order decisively. He knew that only by facing this twisted self personally could he end this battle.

With a loud bang, Fulgrim's flagship docked with Chaos Fulgrim's flagship.

Fulgrim led his elite warriors onto the deck of the enemy ship and engaged in a bloody close combat with the Chaos warriors.

His blade drew sparks on the Chaos Warrior's armour, and every swing of the sword was made with incredible precision and power.

Finally, Fulgrim broke through the layers of defense and came in front of Chaos Fulgrim. The two Fulgrims faced each other in the center of the bridge.