Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

Yura just moved forward slowly among the battleships. Whenever a Space Marine tried to attack her, her powerful psychic energy would blow the Space Marine into pieces.

"Alien! Your opponent is me!"

Captain of the Fourth Company of the Brotherhood of Desolation, Ogav, endured the severe pain from his broken arm, led the few remaining Space Marines to step forward, and stood firmly in front of Yura. !

"Great and holy Emperor, please grant us strength! Let these enemies see the true power of mankind! Even if we all die on the battlefield today, our bravery and fearlessness will never be in vain!"

Ogav roared hoarsely and at the same time tightly supported the injured comrade beside him.

He looked at the swarm of insects in front of him like a tide. He did not feel any despair. His resolute eyes and determination on his face scanned the countless swarms of insects in front of him.

And the hideous wound on Ogav's arm was still oozing blood, and the scarlet liquid slowly flowed down his broken armor, gathering into a shocking puddle of blood on the cold ground.

""Don't think about it, alien! "

Ogaff's eyes widened with anger and he roared at the top of his lungs. His eyes were full of determination and anger, as if he wanted to tear this hateful enemy of the Emperor into pieces.

Before he finished speaking, he quickly reached out and pulled out the gleaming dagger from his waist, and stabbed Yura in front of him without hesitation.

However, a surprising scene happened. The extremely sharp dagger actually lost its power when it came into contact with Yura's body, as if it had touched an indestructible shield.

Yura's hard carapace easily withstood the fierce attacks, making Ogav's efforts in vain.

Faced with such a tenacious opponent, Ogafu was not discouraged. He held the dagger in his hand tightly and muttered: "Holy Emperor! Please protect your humble servant!"

It seems to be praying for God's blessing and strength. Then, he used all his strength to wave his remaining arm again, and with endless hatred, he hit Yura's face hard.

But this seemingly ferocious blow had no effect, and the huge fist hitting Yura's body had no effect.

"kill him."

A short sound sounded, and tens of thousands of Zerg swarmed forward, drowning Ogafu in the terrifying sea of ​​​​worms.

"How is it? Do you want to surrender?" After Yura let out an unpredictable laugh, he turned his attention to the other remaining Space Marines.

"For the Emperor! We will never surrender!"

At this moment, the remaining dozens of space warriors shouted this slogan in unison, and their power exploded with astonishing force.

They roared loudly as if they were venting something, then waved the last weapons in their hands and rushed towards Yura.

"You really overestimate your capabilities! Just like a moth flying towards the flame, you are just destroying yourself."

The corners of Yura's mouth under the mask were raised slightly, revealing a disdainful smile. She waved the weapon in her hand casually and chopped it out easily. In an instant, several space warriors were split into two like straw blown down by the wind.

"Stab it! Stab it! Stab it!"

The sound of tearing the air continued to sound, and the Space Marines fell one after another. They tried to get close to Yura, but they were never able to cross the short distance of more than ten meters.

However, even in the face of such a disparity in strength, these brave warriors had no intention of retreating, and no one chose to surrender.

"Emperor! Please be proud of us! We fought until the very end!"

As the last Space Marine launched a suicide attack, dozens of Space Marines fell to Yura's attack.

""A bunch of trash! If your so-called emperor really has the power as powerful as you say, then not only will he not be proud of you at all, but he will think that you are a bunch of useless trash! "

Yura sneered as he walked up to a Space Marine who was weak and dying, and then mocked and ridiculed him mercilessly.

After the space warrior heard these words, there was no expression on his face, and he just said slowly: "The Emperor has never loved any of us... What he loves, Always the entire human race..."

The space warrior's voice became lower and lower, as if it would float into the void at any moment.

However, Yura shook his head disapprovingly and sneered: "Huh, you stupid guys, you lower creatures can only do this kind of meaningless things for the rest of your life."

At this moment, the space warrior suddenly widened his eyes and shouted with all his strength: "The greatness of the Emperor is something you aliens will never be able to understand!!!"

As the words fell, the space warrior did not hesitate to take out the melta grenade he had hidden for a long time, and it was the warrior's last trump card and desperate plan.

"boom!"

An earth-shaking loud noise suddenly sounded, deafening. The huge shock wave generated by the explosion set off billowing smoke and debris, forming a huge mushroom cloud.

However, in this smoke and dust, a figure gradually appeared vaguely - it turned out to be Yura!

Surprisingly, Yura's body was unscathed, not even a scratch.

She slowly walked out of the smoke like a god, each step carrying an incomparable sense of majesty and oppression.

"Haha..." Yura let out a deep laugh, mixed with a hint of elusive contempt.

Her deep eyes stared intently at the enemies in front of her, seeming to laugh at their futile efforts.

"I really want to see what kind of existence that guy you call the 'Emperor of Humanity' is, and he can actually make you humble humans risk their lives to fight for it."

Yura stepped over the corpses of countless Space Marines until he reached the Chapter Temple in front of the battleship.

"For the Emperor! For the Empire!"

Akrol stood in the temple, his figure tall and straight, like an indestructible fortress.

Behind him are the last batch of Terminator veterans. These soldiers have experienced hundreds of battles, but at this moment, their eyes also reveal a hint of exhaustion and determination.

In the cabin, countless Zerg rushed in like a tide, and their number was staggering.

These ferocious and terrifying creatures hissed and roared, and rushed towards Akrol and the others crazily.

Akrol, however, was undeterred by the horrific sight. He held the weapon in his hand tightly and calmly directed the Terminator veterans to form a defense line.

The Zerg attacks come one after another, like surging waves that never seem to stop.

But Akrol and his comrades did not flinch. They shouted a war cry for the Emperor and went into battle.

Akrol is like that lonely lighthouse, standing tall in the storm, guiding the people around it.

"Stab it! Stab it! Stab it!"