Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

The raging flames of war ruthlessly enveloped the once peaceful and solemn city of Macragge like a raging wave.

Those strange symbols that symbolize blasphemy and evil, like hideous ghosts, quietly climbed up the classical buildings of Macragge that were full of historical heritage and artistic atmosphere, wantonly trampling on the dignity of this city.

Countless followers of the evil god were like mad beasts, shouting at the top of their lungs in the streets, squares, and rooftops.

Their voices merged into a creepy torrent, impacting people's eardrums, as if dragging the entire world into an endless dark abyss.

At the same time, the swarms of insects from outer space emitted sharp and piercing hissing sounds, which intertwined with the low and terrifying roars of demons emerging from the depths of hell, together playing a melody of death and destruction.

The flames of war were like an insatiable dragon, spreading its huge and fiery wings and sweeping across the vast land of Macragge with overwhelming force.

Countless innocent Macragge residents seemed so small and fragile in the face of the overwhelming swarm of insects, and were crushed into bloody fragments in an instant; and those who were unfortunate enough to fall into the hands of the devil suffered inhumane torture until the end of their lives.

The demons used their extremely sharp claws to cruelly cut off the heads of their victims. In an instant, bright red blood gushed out like a broken dam and dyed the ground beneath their feet red.

What's even more terrifying is that a deadly virus released by Nurgle quickly spreads among the crowd. The bodies of the infected people gradually lose control and eventually become mindless walking corpses that wander aimlessly.

Countless unarmed Macragge civilians became targets of the demons' psychic spells. These cruel demons used their evil powers to extract various vital organs from their victims while they were still alive.

They then apply highly irritating chemicals to these exposed organs, causing the victims to suffer unimaginable pain.

Finally, the demons cruelly forced the organs back into place, leaving behind horrifying wounds and a shadow of fear that could never be erased.

However, in the midst of the war, the Governor's Palace in Macragge was silent, so silent that it was frightening.

Around this magnificent Pantheon-like building, the mountains of Space Marine skeletons are shocking.

These brave and fearless warriors once fought a desperate battle with the evil demons, but were ultimately defeated by the demons' brutal power and were devoured and slaughtered.

The demons also hung their mutilated corpses high inside the building, as if a cruel mockery of the living.

Scarlet blood flowed continuously along the white marble pillars like winding rivers of blood, quickly staining the originally pure and flawless surface of the pillars.

The white and blood-red interweave to form a strange and shocking picture.

At this time, on the towering platform in the center of the Governor's Mansion, Yuton, dressed in a white robe, lay quietly, his life or death unknown. His body was motionless, like a sleeping angel.

Guilliman was half-kneeling on the ground below the stage, his face was as pale as paper, with a trace of bright red blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Obviously, he had also suffered serious injuries in the fierce battle just now.

However, on this high platform, next to Yutun, there was a mysterious figure standing.

This person was none other than Jarlan! He looked down at Guilliman from above, his eyes revealing a hint of disdain and mockery.

"Guilliman, Guilliman, look at how miserable you are now..." Jarlan spoke slowly, his voice full of sarcasm, "The so-called Emperor father you believe in, I'm afraid he can't save you from the water and fire now, right?"

"Shut up! Bastard!" Guilliman roared in anger, his eyes almost spewing fire, "You devil, how dare you say such things! You once ruthlessly took the life of my beloved father, and now you are even trying to kill my mother!" As he spoke, Guilliman held tightly to the power sword that was flashing with cold light with his trembling hands, trying to rely on its support to climb up from the ground with difficulty.

However, his body seemed to be uncontrollably heavy, and every effort he made was accompanied by excruciating pain, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted, refusing to surrender to the evil enemy before him.

"Your father? Your mother? Hahahaha!" Jia Lan laughed wildly as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. His laughter echoed in the empty space and sounded particularly harsh.

Then, he walked and laughed, step by step to Yuton's side.

"You poor creature!" Jia Lan stopped smiling, a look of contempt and ridicule appeared on his face, "You are just a homeless orphan who is unwanted by anyone..."

"You are lucky to be picked up by that idiot Euden. But no matter from bloodline or any other aspect, you have proven beyond a doubt that you are not Euden's biological son, let alone the blood descendant of King Connor. You are just one of the 21 cold-blooded killing machines created by your so-called false emperor. Apart from that, you have no other identity..."

Having said that, Jia Lan proudly raised the sharp dagger in his hand. The sharp blade reflected a chilling cold light under the dim light.

He raised the dagger high, then swung it violently, with the sharp blade pointed straight at Yutun's stomach, about to stab him.

"boom!"

As the sword fell, a bright red wound appeared on Yutun's body, and lavender spiritual energy flowed into the wound.

The power of the Warp raged in Euden's wound, followed by a cry, and then a figure crawled out of Euden's wound.

"Hahahaha, Guilliman, this might be the true descendant of Euden!"

Watching the demon crawling out of Euden's stomach, Guilliman roared loudly in anger, and then used all his strength to try to rush to Jarlan.

However, with a wave of psychic energy, four sarcastic voices came from the Supreme Heaven, wrapping around Guilliman like a dark cloud.

"This is the true son of Jotun. And you, Guilliman? What are you?"

"what do you?"

Countless sarcastic voices enveloped Guilliman, and sharp claws stroked Guilliman's face.

"Join us, like we once did..."

........................

"boom!"

The body of Curze on the Nightfall shook violently, and the goblet he had made from the alien head fell to the ground.

"What's wrong? Master Primarch..."

"Something happened in Macragge. I need to go there."

Koz turned his head to look at Sevatar on the side, and then spoke word by word.