Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"Enemy spotted, 5 AU away, Nova Cannon locking on."

In the Iron Blood's combat command room, a group of Iron Warriors senior officers were directing their respective troops to prepare for battle. Their eyes were fixed on the tactical screen, their expressions serious and focused.

According to the next idea, the Empire will use their best method, using large-caliber naval guns to tear through the enemy's defenses, and then Perturabo will lead the troops to board the enemy's main warships to quickly end the battle. This tactic has proven to be efficient and effective, but this time the situation seems a little unusual.

However, this time these Tzeentch demons obviously will not follow the rhythm of the Empire.

On the Taotie's warship, hundreds of demon priests are using the power of the warp to teleport a legion of demons into a warship in Perturabo's fleet.

This plan requires precise timing and powerful control of the warp energy, and these demon priests obviously have profound attainments in this regard.

Emperor-class battleship, Krogh's Sword

Hank and his fellow members of the Audisius Regiment were squatting in the equipment room, holding onto the wall with one hand and holding their weapons tightly with the other.

"Old Political Commissar, please bless me once."

Hank sat in a chair, smoking a cigarette and looking at the mechanical prosthesis on his arm, his eyes revealing a hint of worry and tension.

At this moment, his thoughts jumped back to several years ago, when the empire had just been established and they were fighting fiercely in the Outer Rim area.

It was a time full of challenges and dangers, but Hank and his comrades always believed in the power of the Emperor.

And now, they are about to face a new enemy, an enemy that may seem ordinary but may pose a huge threat.

"This time our opponents are not even aliens, but I believe in your devotion to the Emperor. Your devotion to the Emperor will often save your lives at critical moments."

At this time, a state religion preacher walked into the cold atmosphere of the weapons room, and his voice broke the silence.

He walked in front of tens of thousands of soldiers of the Audisus Regiment, encouraging them to remain firm in their faith and believe in the Emperor's protection.

After hearing this, Hank nodded silently and prayed in his heart. He knew that faith could give them courage and strength to keep going in the battle.

"I hope..."

Hank finished the last pack of cigarettes in his hand, then stood up and loaded the bolt pistol in his hand.

He took a deep breath and prepared himself for the upcoming battle.

However, just as Hank and the other soldiers were ready to go into battle, a shrill alarm suddenly sounded throughout the battleship.

The alarm sounded like a sharp needle, piercing the already tense atmosphere.

“Ding ding ding ding ding ding!!!”

Hank's heart sank suddenly, and he realized that the red alarm had been sounded.

"Lower deck! The lower deck has been invaded!"

A terrified shout came from outside the cabin, accompanied by the flashing of red alarm lights in the dim cabin, which made people feel dizzy.

Hank gripped the weapon tightly in his hand, a look of determination flashing in his eyes.

"Odisius Regiment! Here are your orders!"

An officer rushed into the equipment room and gave orders.

"All combatants, quickly head to the lower deck to defend against the enemy! Now!"

Hearing this, Hank's eyes gradually became gloomy.

"Emperor bless me......"

Hank muttered to himself as he began to lead his troops to the position.

At this time, on the lower deck of the battleship, thousands of blue monsters were killing each other, and some mortal soldiers were instantly turned into ashes under the influence of the warp.

The blue flames burned their bodies and their souls wailed in the flames.

As for the fact that the Imperial warships were invaded by demons when they were in Geller's position, it was the work of a Tzeentch demon.

This Tzeentchian Daemon used his psychic powers to corrupt the souls of several crew members, and then turned them into channels connecting to the Warp.

Hordes of Tzeentch demons are pouring out of this warp channel. They have different shapes, some have wings, some crawl like spiders, and they all look very hideous.

"Quick! Activate the Wolf Spider Battery! Seal off the lower deck area!" a naval officer shouted, his voice particularly loud in the noisy environment.

"Sir! We still have people on the lower deck!" another officer shouted anxiously.

"Don't worry about them! Start all disinfection procedures on the lower deck!" the officer said coldly.

As his orders were issued, the iron doors leading to the lower decks began to close, trapping those who had not yet been evacuated. Immediately afterwards, a large number of marines and the Astra Militarum and marines stationed on the battleship quickly arrived at the scene, preparing for the upcoming battle.

"Ho ho ho ho ho!!!"

A twisted roar came from the lower deck, carrying endless evil and madness. At the same time, countless Astra Militarum soldiers screamed in pain, their lives being devoured by the demons.

A few minutes later, the battle on the lower deck ended, and all the screams disappeared. The entire battleship fell into a dead silence, as if death had come to every corner.

“God Emperor above…God Emperor above…”

The followers of the State Religion knelt in the corner and prayed, while the soldiers of the Imperial Army and the Marines held their weapons tightly and stared at the thick iron gate in front of them.

"The disinfection program is ready to start! 3! 2! 1!"

As the officer's voice rang out, various disinfection procedures such as poison gas and flamethrowers appeared on the lower deck. Countless demons were forced back into the subspace under the burning of flamethrowers.

However, some stronger demons rushed to an iron door despite the disinfection procedure and began to corrupt the iron door.

Area 97

In front of the Audisius First Regiment was a heavy iron door 20 meters high and 10 meters wide, which separated the lower deck from the middle area.

"Soldiers! Prepare for battle! The Emperor is watching you!"

Hank held the grenade launcher in one hand and the lightning flag symbolizing the First Regiment of Odysseus in the other. His voice rang out in the position built by the Wolf Spider turret.

"Prepare for battle, soldiers!"

Following Hank's voice, tens of thousands of soldiers pointed their guns at the iron gate in front of them.

“Tap tap tap tap tap!!!”

With bursts of metal collision sounds, 500 Marines wearing PMC power armor and holding grenade launchers came to Hank.

"There are new orders, my lord."

At the moment the leading Marine spoke, the iron gate began to change strangely.