Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

A medical sister screamed and stepped back, only to be grabbed by the ankle by the twitching wounded on the ground.

The soldier with only half of his body left raised his head, and his eyes had turned into the compound eye structure unique to the Zerg.

"Help... Help me..." His voice became less human and more like a poor imitation of the human voice by the swarm.

The nun raised her flame gun, tears leaving clear marks on her face. "May the Emperor forgive me..." Flames gushed out, turning the mutants and all living things within three meters into charcoal.

Dorn picked up a dagger and threw it. The dagger drew a perfect arc in the air and nailed a group of mutants that were flying towards him to the wall.

These creatures have terrifyingly strong vitality. Even when pierced in the vitals, they still struggle frantically to attack.

“They died when they were infected.” Dorn’s voice was as cold as iron. “Purify the entire area.”

When Horus arrived, the isolation door had already fallen. Through the reinforced glass window, he saw a group of mortal soldiers and officers carrying out the so-called purification work, but the so-called purification was not a treatment, but an end.

In every ward and every corner, there is no living thing left.

The Warmaster slammed his fist against the wall. He should have thought of it earlier - those soldiers injured by the Zerg in close combat, and the eggs that might remain in those wounds...

"All wounded soldiers who have come into contact with the Zerg must be quarantined and examined immediately!" He roared into the communicator, "Initiate biological scanning of the entire fleet!"

But the order was issued too late. New alarms continued to be heard on the Phalanx's communication channel:

"Infected body found in E-3 area!"

"Engine room needs support!"

“They got into the ventilation system!”

The worst news came from the medical team in another cabin: "Some kind of variant of Genestealer... The incubation period is completely unpredictable... It can't be detected by regular scans..."

Horus looked at the fallen cabins on the surveillance screen and suddenly realized that the war was far from over.

The seeds that the swarm planted before its death are only now beginning to sprout.

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The veil of the Warp was torn completely.

Two golden suns slowly merged in the chaotic void. Wherever their light reached, the structure of reality shattered like thin ice.

Billions of galaxies trembled before this mighty force, not metaphorically but with real physical tremors.

Ancient stars were torn into spiral plasmas by gravitational waves, and the event horizon of black holes dissipated like bubbles under the illumination of divine light.

The light was so pure and so powerful that even the most deranged Chaos Daemons dared not look directly at it. They huddled in the cracks of the Warp, sobbing like babies.

And on the other side of the light, a shadow spanning millions of light years is wriggling.

It was no ordinary darkness, but a living nothingness, a hunger that devoured everything.

The materialized form of the hive mind kept changing, sometimes like a spreading plague cloud, sometimes like thousands of entangled giant snakes, and finally it was fixed as a shadow dragon that was large enough to encircle the galaxy.

When its wings spread, even the color of the subspace itself was swallowed up, leaving only pure "nothingness".

Every scale is the memory of an entire civilization that has been devoured, and every low groan contains the collective roar of trillions of Zerg.

"Nyos..."

Yang Cheng's voice penetrated the turbulence of time and space in the subspace.

His figure was looming in the golden light, and every contour line was sharp enough to cut through reality.

The physical laws that once bound him no longer exist. At this moment, he is not only a human being, but also a walking physical constant and a living universal truth.

He turned to look at his companions and found that Neos' condition was worse than he had imagined. The mummy image on the golden throne had completely faded, and was replaced by a golden ghost between reality and illusion. Countless psychic threads extended from his body, connecting to hundreds of thousands of withered psychic corpses in the material world.

"It is the Cursed One! He has risen from the Golden Throne!"

The bloodletters of Khorne fled in panic, their brass armor melting in the golden light.

Nurgle's plaguebringers shrivel like mildew in the sun.

The blue flame of Tzeentch dims like a candle before the divine light.

The succubi of Slaanesh screamed inhuman sounds.

The high-level demons of the four evil gods didn't even dare to look directly at the faintest ray of light. The timid ones among them had already committed suicide, while the brave ones curled up at their master's feet and trembled.

"Have you heard of the legend of St. George slaying the dragon?" Neos suddenly spoke, with a relaxed smile in his voice that Yang Cheng had not heard for a long time, "I did it."

Yang Cheng turned and looked at his old friend.

Neos' profile looked exceptionally younger in the golden light, as if he had returned to the way he looked when they first met.

Only those eyes - the eyes that have witnessed the rise and fall of mankind for thousands of years - still retain the vicissitudes of life on the golden throne.

“I know, you guy.”

Yang Cheng sighed. He had planned to fight the Hive Mind alone, but Neos used the lives of hundreds of thousands of psychics as fuel, and his soul temporarily broke free from the shackles of the Golden Throne.

The souls of these psykers are still burning at this moment, like countless tiny candles surrounding the two gods, providing them with the power to fight against the warp.

The dragon form of the Hive Mind lets out a dimension-shattering roar.

Its wings were fully spread, covering the blood-red sky of the chaotic realm in the distance.

With this action, billions of stars in the real universe went out at the same time. This was not because they were obscured, but because they were directly wiped out from the plane of existence by some force that transcended the laws of physics.

Countless Zerg units self-destructed simultaneously in the material world, their biomass transformed into pure energy and flowed into the body of the Shadow Dragon through the warp channels.

“We don’t have enough time.”

Neos put away his smile, and a long sword made purely of psychic energy took shape in his hand.

On the blade appear relief carvings of all the dragon-slaying legends in human history, from the oldest cave paintings to the medieval gold-leaf illustrations of Terra.

"Let's make it quick and decisive."

Yang Cheng nodded, and a giant golden spear wrapped in lightning appeared out of thin air.

This is not a weapon from the material world, but a manifestation of a conceptual level.

The tip of the spear was pulsating with light like a supernova, and every flash caused cracks in the surrounding warp.

"No matter what, at least get it out of the galaxy."

The shadow dragon took the lead in attacking. It did not pounce, but directly "existed" where the two were - this attack went beyond the concept of speed.

Millions of giant mouths full of sharp teeth emerged from the void, and each mouth whispered the last wail of the swallowed civilization.

The sword blades and spear tips were aimed at the incoming hive mind, and Yang Cheng and Neos began attacking at the same time.