Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"Ten days! I wonder how many of them will survive in the end..." Yang Cheng stood where he was, staring past the barrier that was glowing golden, staring at the busy figures on the other side of the barrier, thinking secretly in his heart.

After looking at it quietly for a while, he turned around and walked towards the palace with steady steps.

After entering the palace, Yang Cheng communicated with the system in his mind while walking.

"System, how long has it been since you last spoke to me?" Yang Cheng asked softly, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

Soon, the system's emotionless, mechanical voice rang in his mind: "It has indeed been a long time, host. I even began to doubt whether you have forgotten me."

Hearing the system's answer, Yang Cheng frowned slightly, and then asked again: "It's been so long since I traveled to another world! If the empire wants to continue to grow and develop, it must continue to expand its territory. So, when can I start a new journey of travel again?"

However, this time, the answer given by the system surprised Yang Cheng a little.

It still replied in that mechanical tone: "Yes, but the world we are going to this time is quite difficult..."

Yang Cheng's heart tightened when he heard this, but he still calmly asked back: "No matter how difficult it is, there must be a limit, right? Is there anything that the empire cannot solve?"

At this moment, I heard the system slowly say: "The world you are about to travel to is 'Warhammer 40K'..."

When the words "Warhammer 40K" reached Yang Cheng's ears, he was stunned for a moment, with a look of astonishment in his eyes.

But after just a moment, the astonishment gradually disappeared, replaced by a sense of relief and determination.

Yang Cheng took a deep breath and then calmly replied to the system in his mind: "I see, have we finally waited for this day? In fact, ever since I set foot on this road of my own, I have been mentally prepared to face all kinds of difficulties and obstacles. In this case, let us bravely face everything that is about to come, system!"

"You may die, host." The system's voice came coldly, as if without any emotion.

Hearing this, Yang Cheng's mouth corners slightly raised, and a disdainful smile appeared on his face: "So what if I die? System. Death is just a stage in life. Can it stop the progress of mankind?" His cold face exuded a fearless aura at this moment.

However, the system did not respond to Yang Cheng's bold words and fell into silence for a while.

But Yang Cheng didn't care about it. He continued confidently, "What are you thinking about? I have 21 Primarchs who are loyal to me! Each of them is brave and powerful. Moreover, I have 20 well-organized and well-equipped legions under my command! Not to mention those amazing super weapons and advanced technologies obtained from different worlds. With such a powerful force in hand, how could I lose?"

At this moment, Yang Cheng seemed to suddenly remember something, his face suddenly darkened, and he asked in a serious tone: "By the way...what is the situation of the subspace in the world I am in now?"

Without waiting for the system to answer, Yang Cheng immediately asked: "Will it also merge with the subspace of the Warhammer world? And what kind of consequences will this lead to..." Although he only said half of the words, it can be seen from his frown that Yang Cheng attached great importance to this matter at this time.

The system remained silent, as if it was not going to give an answer immediately.

But after a moment, it slowly said: "Just as you guessed, host. The subspaces of the two worlds are about to merge together. As for the specific impact... it is really difficult to predict." Although the system spoke vaguely, Yang Cheng knew very well the situation he might face next.

Yang Cheng stared at the front with a sharp gaze, muttering to himself, "According to what you said, the four gods of the two worlds will merge into one, forming an existence that is more powerful and chaotic than any of the previous ones."

After saying this, he took a deep breath, then turned to look at the system with a firm look in his eyes: "But it doesn't matter. No matter how powerful the enemy becomes, I will never retreat! In the name of humanity!"

"If the host dies, then I will die with him. Have you really made up your mind?" There was a hint of worry and uneasiness in his voice, but more of it was respect and helplessness for the host's firm choice.

Yang Cheng smiled slightly. He looked forward with a firm gaze and said without hesitation: "Of course! This is my choice. I will take over the unfinished great cause of the Emperor, revive the former glory of mankind, and let the name of mankind resound in every corner of the galaxy, even to its deepest point!"

After hearing Yang Cheng's impassioned words, the voice was silent for a moment and then slowly spoke: "I really was not wrong, host... I have always believed that you have such determination and courage."

At this moment, a crisp reminder sound suddenly sounded: "Ding, the mission has started. The next world to travel through - Warhammer 40K, will be officially opened in a year. Please make full preparations in advance."

Yang Cheng listened to the system's prompts quietly, nodded slightly to show that he understood, and then turned around and walked towards the depths of the palace with steady steps.

At this moment, the entire empire is about to enter a new stage of accelerated development.

In the next short year, they not only have to completely destroy the Nova Federation, which is a serious threat to them, but also do their utmost to stop the advancement of the Chaos Forces.

This war that concerns the future destiny of mankind has already begun, and Yang Cheng is the beacon that leads everyone to move forward courageously.

At this moment, the people of the Imperium will be united again, and the light of the Holy Emperor will shine across the galaxy.

On this day, the Great Crusade to end everything was about to begin, the 20 Space Marine Legions were regrouping, the search for remaining Primarchs was intensified, and all the factories in the Empire began to work overtime to manufacture weapons.

Countless young people have enthusiastically joined the Emperor's army. On this day, whether they are the Nova people, the Eldar or the remaining Zerg, they will watch with their own eyes and see with their own eyes the true strength of the Empire.