Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

When Yang Cheng's black armor was fully revealed, the energy in the subspace began to condense spontaneously, weaving an unprecedented set of armor around him.

This is not a product of forging, but the embodiment of the concept of destruction itself.

The pitch-black armor grew out of nothingness like a living thing, and each piece of armor plate was flowing with an ominous dark light.

In stark contrast to the shining golden armor of the past, this new set of armor appears absolutely dark.

This darkness is not a monotonous pitch-black darkness, but the darkness that contains the last light of all destroyed stars before their death.

In the center of the breastplate is a horrifying relief of countless twisted human figures tearing each other apart and falling into the abyss, their limbs constantly disintegrating as they fall.

The strangest thing is that these reliefs are not still, but are slowly moving, as if recording souls in eternal punishment.

The edge of the relief was wrapped in black flames. The flames had no temperature, but they could cause a burning pain in the soul of the person viewing it.

The design of the shoulder armor is horrifying. On the left shoulder is an eagle emblem pierced by a chain, and one of the heads of the double-headed eagle has rotted into bones.

On the right shoulder is an inverted symbol of destruction and a black head with thorn-like chains wrapped around the head.

Whenever Yang Cheng moved, the reliefs would make a metallic friction sound similar to the groan of death.

The arm armor is engraved with fine runes of destruction. They are not the words of any known civilization, but are directly compressed from the scenes at the end of the universe.

If you look closely, you can identify different doomsday scenes such as supernova explosions, black hole evaporation, and the end of heat death.

These runes flicker with each breath, as if telling of the fate that is about to come.

The leg armor on Yang Cheng's armor was covered with sharp barbs. A miniature ball of destructive light was suspended on the top of each barb, imprisoning a powerful soul that had been an enemy of Mara on the battlefield.

Their faces distorted and changed in the ball of light, and they endured the burning of the fire of destruction forever.

The cloak on the back is made of pure black flames. It is not cloth, but solidified fire of revenge.

From time to time, the final images of the destroyed civilization emerged from the flames, replaying their final moments like a revolving lantern.

Sparks kept falling from the edge of the cloak, and each spark burned an eternal scar in the void.

The helmet is the most chilling part. The visor presents a superposition of a skull and a living person's face, which keeps switching as you watch.

Wing ornaments like the event horizon of a black hole extend from both sides of the helmet, and any matter that approaches will be silently swallowed up.

When Mara turns his head, the helmet will leave an afterimage in the void, which will take several seconds to dissipate.

The entire set of armor is integrated, and the joints are connected by liquid dark energy, which makes crisp sounds like breaking bones when moving.

The surface of the armor is always covered with a thin layer of black mist, which is the breath of death emitted by the destroyed quantum universe.

The weirdest thing about it is the way the armor grows - it's still being improved.

Every time a shadow dragon struggles, a new pattern will be added to its armor to record its pain; every time the resentment of a civilization destroyed by the Zerg erupts, a new relief will appear at the corresponding location.

This is not a dead object, but a living chronicle of destruction.

As the armor was completed, a black spear suddenly appeared in Yang Cheng's hand.

There was a red inscription engraved on the tip of the spear, and black flames were burning at the same time. Endless and enormous power was emanating from the spear.

The moment the black spear took shape in Yang Cheng's hand, the energy tide of the entire subspace stagnated.

The spear was completely black, but it emanated a dark light deeper than the darkness, as if the last rays of light of all destroyed civilizations were imprisoned within it.

The blood-red inscription on the spear tip was not carved, but etched with the cries of countless vengeful souls. Each stroke was constantly twisting and changing, recording mankind's new hatred and desire for revenge.

"roar--!!!"

For the first time, fear was mingled with the shadow dragon's roar.

Its collective mind, composed of trillions of Zerg consciousnesses, is now frantically calculating the possibility of escape.

The psychic breath from the dragon's mouth was no longer a neat torrent of energy, but a chaotic scattering of instinctive fear, like the final counterattack of a beast that was cornered.

However, Yang Cheng's movements were so graceful that they were creepy.

The blood-red pupils looked at the giant dragon in front of them, and the red pupils were filled with endless light that symbolized endless destruction.

He simply raised his arm, and the tip of the black spear automatically locked onto the shadow dragon's throat.

This seemingly random action caused most of the subspace to tremble. The sharp spear tip was pointed at the dragon's throat. Yang Cheng looked at the dragon quietly with an empty expression.

“Alien.”

The voice of the God of Destruction was very soft, but it caused the flow of time in the entire subspace to slow down suddenly.

When he threw the spear, the movement was slow enough for mortals to see every detail, but fast enough to transcend the concept of time itself. The moment the spear left his hand, reality took on a strange duality:

On the physical plane, it stabbed straight at the shadow dragon;

On a conceptual level, it exists simultaneously in all civilizations destroyed by the Zerg, seeking revenge on every Zerg unit that commits violence.

When the torrent of psychic energy spewed out by the dragon collided with the spear, a phenomenon beyond the laws of physics occurred.

The breath that was powerful enough to vaporize a galaxy was not resisted or offset, but "deconstructed".

Like an eraser erasing a pencil line, the black spear tip erased the torrent of psychic energy from the plane of existence.

An absolute vacuum channel appeared in the center of the energy torrent, and the spear drove straight into it.

"Pfft!"

The sound of the spear tip piercing the dragon's throat was not loud, but it made the entire subspace silent.

The hit part did not bleed, but instead appeared strangely "empty".

The matter at the edge of the wound is not destroyed, but directly returns to the quantum foam state before the birth of the universe.

The most terrifying thing is that this damage is spreading through the collective consciousness network of the hive mind.

In the real universe, a horrific chain reaction immediately emerged:

In the Kroot galaxy, the Zerg fleet that was besieging the Forge World suddenly froze collectively.

Their shells quickly turned gray and then crumbled like dried specimens.

On the surfaces of those planets occupied by the Zerg, the fleshy covering decayed and fell off radially with the point where the spear tip impacted as the center.

In the Storm Star Region, shrill screams were heard from inside the hive mothership floating in space.

Countless human-shaped lumps bulged up on the surface of the ship, which was the consciousness of the devoured civilization eating back at the host.

With a muffled sound, the entire mothership exploded like a ripe fruit, releasing the planet's atmosphere that had been imprisoned for decades.

The shadow dragon twisted its body frantically, trying to shake off the spear in its throat.

But this action only exacerbated the damage, and with every struggle the wound became larger.

One of its front paws unconsciously grabbed the spear, but was "infected" the moment it touched it, and the tip of the claw began to decompose into elementary particles.

Yang Cheng walked forward slowly, and his black armor changed subtly with his steps. The crucifixion relief on Yang Cheng's black breastplate suddenly added the image of Zerg, which were being torn apart by countless human souls.

And in the barbed light ball on the leg armor, the fragment of the shadow dragon's consciousness was newly imprisoned.

In the black flames on the cloak, images of the destruction of the Zerg Hive Fleet began to play in a loop.

The God of Destruction stretched out his hand and clenched it. The spear inserted into the dragon's throat suddenly trembled violently.

The red inscriptions on the spear wriggled like a living thing, and the venomous snake-like inscriptions moved within his black armor. As the red inscriptions and black flames burned, the spear burst out a pitch-black circular shock wave.

Wherever this wave passed, the shadow dragon's body began to "remember" everything it had swallowed:

The decomposed planets recondense, if only for a moment;

The digested civilizations briefly reproduce their architecture and art;

Even the tiniest life forms made their final accusations within the dragon's body.

This kind of "memory backlash" causes far more damage to the hive's will than physical damage.

Countless chaotic images flashed in the dragon's compound eyes, and the group consciousness began to suffer a fatal split.

It rolled in agony, each twist setting off a destructive storm in the warp, but it could never escape the spear that was like a thorn in its side.

Mara had already walked in front of the dragon. Compared to the shadow dragon, his height was like an ant, but the sense of oppression he exuded made the giant retreat continuously.

The God of Destruction raised the hand that had ended countless universes and snapped his fingers lightly.

"Snapped."

With a crisp sound, the black spear suddenly split into billions of phantoms.

These phantoms pierced into every vital point of the dragon's body at the same time: some penetrated the main brain nodes, some nailed the psychic meridians, and some even directly pierced into the traces of the existence of the hive will on different timelines.

The shadow dragon let out the most miserable wail since the war began.

This scream manifested in the real universe as a psychic storm erupting simultaneously on thousands of planets, and in the subspace a soul vortex formed that devoured the demon army.

Even the domains of the Four Gods trembled at this wailing. They saw the demons under their command collapse in large numbers. This enormous force tore apart the demons that tried to peek.

Neos watched all this quietly. The wounds on the Emperor's spirit body that were polluted by the Four Gods were slowly healing.

The look he gave Mara was complex and incomprehensible, containing relief, sadness, and some indescribable expectation.

"Yang Cheng..." Neos whispered to himself, his golden pupils staring at the black figure in front of him.

The shadow dragon was no longer able to struggle. Its proud evolutionary ability had become a burden at this moment, and every mutation that tried to repair its wounds would trigger a more serious memory backlash.

The civilizations devoured by it are like vengeful ghosts, frantically destroying the bonds of group consciousness within its bodies.

This is the power of absolute destruction. Yang Cheng made the Hive Mind feel the feeling of death with just one blow. If this huge force occurred in the real universe, it would be enough to create a subspace crack that is much larger than the Great Rift.

When Yang Cheng's figure fully appeared, four completely different but equally ecstatic screams came from the depths of the subspace.

The brass throne of Khorne was the first to ignite bloody flames. The huge figure of the Blood God stood up from the throne made of skulls, and at the same time, his excited war roar rang out from the brass throne of Khorne.

“Finally!” His voice was like the sum of thousands of massacres. “War and destruction are twins of the same body!”

In Nurgle's plague gardens, all the rotten flowers suddenly bloom with sickly splendor.

The father's fat body trembled with excitement, and pus oozed joyfully from his pores. "Oh, my dear brother," He murmured in a doting tone, "you are finally home."

In Tzeentch's Book of Fate, all the words were reorganized into the word "destruction".

The Lord of Change's millions of beaks simultaneously opened into twisted smiles.

"Perfect! So perfect!" Each of His clones repeated, "This is the true Chaos Complete Body!"

In Slaanesh's palace of pleasure, all the instruments automatically played crazy music.

The Dark Prince stretched out his body seductively, his purple eyes flashing with morbid desire. "What a beautiful destruction," he panted, "let us...become one..."

Yang Cheng turned his head with bright red pupils and looked in the direction of the Four Gods, no emotion could be seen in his black hole-like eyes.

But four colors of patterns suddenly appeared on His black armor.

The scarlet of Khorne outlined scenes of carnage on the breastplate.

The green of Nurgle spread across the leg armor in plague patterns.

The azure of Tzeentch weaves runes of cunning across its vambraces.

The vivid purple of Slaanesh adorns the cloak with a symbol of corruption.

"We are one." Khorne's voice shattered several secondary dimensions. "War will inevitably bring destruction, and destruction will eventually lead to new wars!"

Nurgle held out his rotten hand lovingly. "Look at the plague pattern on your armor, my brother. You will always carry my blessing."

Tzeentch's thousands of voices whispered simultaneously: "? Everything is going as planned, my brother"

Slaanesh's fingertips were wrapped in purple energy: "Feel this pleasure... the pleasure brought by destruction... is more intoxicating than any pleasure..."

Yang Cheng's blood-red pupils stared at the four gods silently. The armor of the God of Destruction was still changing, and the patterns representing the four gods began to devour and merge with each other, eventually forming a new dark gold color - older than the emperor's gold, more... chaotic.

Neos clenched the Emperor's Sword. A trace of pain flashed across his human face: "Yang Cheng... don't listen..."

Yang Cheng suddenly raised his hand, and this simple action made the four gods hold their breath at the same time.

For the first time, the God of Destruction's voice echoed with chaos: "You have made a mistake."

A black spear suddenly appeared in his hand, with the tip of the spear pointing in four directions at the same time:

“I’m not here to join you.”

The bloody inscription on the spear suddenly caught fire.

"I'm here to put an end to this stupid game."

Following this declaration, Yang Cheng's armor burst into unprecedented darkness.

The patterns of the Four Gods were not erased but "swallowed" - just like a black hole swallowing light, they were irreversibly integrated into the absolute nothingness.