Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"Commissar Winter was killed! The No. 2 gun group position was lost..." Bad news kept coming, but Phelps, who was in the captain's cabin, seemed unusually calm.

The mortal captain, dressed in a straight military uniform, was leisurely sipping a glass of precious whiskey from Terra.

The gunshots and explosions were getting closer, as if they would burst through the captain's cabin door at the next moment, but Phelps showed no fear.

He walked calmly to the mirror and carefully arranged the military uniform that symbolized the supreme majesty of the Imperial Navy. Every wrinkle was smoothed out just right.

After finishing all this, Phelps slowly sat down and put his hands on his desk.

He slowly looked at the sacred and pure stone sculptures in front of him, his eyes revealing an unshakable perseverance and composure.

As a captain of an Imperial Navy battleship, Phelps has been fully aware of the responsibilities he has ever since he put on the military uniform that symbolizes the supreme glory of the Imperial Navy, and he has already been ready at any time. Mental preparation to die heroically for the holy emperor.

At this moment, it was time for him to die!

"Really, the funeral in my imagination is completely different from reality. I thought I could be buried as an Imperial Navy officer, but I didn't expect that I would have to die in the disgusting throat of this monster."

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Suddenly, a thunderous explosion came from far and near, but Phelps remained calm and tasted the fragrant glass of whiskey in his hand.

Then there was another loud noise, the heavy office door was blown to pieces, and a black and burnt corpse rolled from the door into the house.

Phelps took a closer look and immediately discovered that the body was the officer who had just come to report the battle situation to him.

"Damn it! Why did it come so fast? I haven't finished my wine yet!"

Phelps couldn't help but curse, then quickly reached out to open the drawer and took out their family's signature weapon - a mortal bolt pistol engraved with the Phelps family crest.

"Try this, you damn bugs!"

Phelps said through gritted teeth, with anger and determination flashing in his eyes. He held the bolt pistol tightly and pointed it at the door.

"Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho!!!!"

As the first fighting bug walked into the office with heavy steps, a breath of death hit his face. At this moment, a bomb flashing with cold light flew towards the unsuspecting fighting insect like a meteor.

Time seemed to freeze. In just a few seconds, the deadly bomb collided with the fighting insect.

In an instant, flames shot into the sky and smoke filled the air. The originally powerful and mighty fighting bug was instantly blown to pieces and turned into a pile of wreckage scattered on the ground.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!............"

Immediately afterwards, dull gunshots rang out one after another, each one as shocking as thunder.

Phelps holds a bolt pistol and calmly aims at the fighting bugs that continue to pour into the office. His eyes were cold and ruthless, and the trigger in his hand was being pulled more and more frequently.

Each fighting insect died tragically under Phelps's gun. Their hard heads and strong carapace could not withstand such a fierce attack.

Brains were splattered, blood was flowing, and a strong fishy smell filled the air, making people sick.

This bloody massacre did not stop. Phelps harvested the lives of these monsters mercilessly. His movements were skillful and precise. Every shot could accurately hit the target and completely kill the fighting insects.

"O Holy Emperor! Please protect your servant!"

Along with the sound of Phelps' shooting, what followed was Phelps' chant.

"With the power of the Emperor! Drive away evil spirits!"

"In the name of the glory of mankind! The stars in the universe will all belong to the sacred Lord of mankind!"

Phelps fired calmly while shouting slogans loudly. His passionate voice was like a war drum, surging on this dangerous battlefield.

As his shouts rang out, countless ferocious-looking and terrifying-looking Zergs seemed to have been summoned by some mysterious force. They came from all directions and crawled toward Phelps's location like a tide.

Facing so many and ferocious Zerg enemies, Phelps showed no fear at all. On the contrary, his eyes shone with determination and determination.

I saw him murmuring: "The light of the God-Emperor protects us! The halo of the holy angels is around us!" as if praying to the Emperor for his strength and courage.

At this moment, the bolt pistol in Phelps' hand made a crisp sound - the bullets in the gun had been exhausted.

However, he did not panic, but reacted quickly, decisively throwing away the bolt pistol in his hand, and then pulled out an Imperial Navy ceremonial sword that shone with cold light from his waist.

The blade of this sword is extremely sharp, and the hilt is inlaid with brilliant gems and decorated with carvings of the Phelps family.

"Come on! Try this! Zerg bastard!"

Phelps shouted at the top of his lungs, but his voice was instantly drowned by the tide of Zerg. Immediately afterwards, a deafening second explosion suddenly sounded.

There is no doubt that this is what Phelps did - he resolutely detonated the bomb and detonated all the boxes full of plasma bombs hidden in the office!

In an instant, flames shot into the sky and thick smoke billowed. The inside of the battleship was attacked again, and part of the interior was blown to pieces.

"Captain Phelps has returned to the Golden Throne, and now it's our turn."

After the 500 Space Marines were assembled, less than 400 successfully merged with them. The rest either died tragically under the claws of the Zerg, or were trapped somewhere in the battleship.

"Lord Chapter Leader, we are ready."

Following the voice of the technical sergeant in the battle group, Akroel led the remaining Space Marines and began to take the initiative to attack.

"For the Emperor! For the Brotherhood of Desolation!"

Akrol felt extremely ashamed every time he recalled the life of betrayal. He felt that he had betrayed the great Lord of Humanity and fell into the embrace of the evil god.

"It won't happen this time. I will fight in the name of the Emperor's Angel until the last moment."

Akrol thought silently, and then drew his power sword.

Hundreds of space warriors surrounded Akrol, and with the sound of "dip, beep, beep, beep", Akrol knew that his life had entered a countdown.

"In the name of atonement! We will die to prove our loyalty!"

As soon as Akrol finished speaking, countless Zerg rushed towards him.