Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

The garden trembled because of Yang Cheng's power, as if the whole world was trembling under his control.

The strange demonic creatures that lived in the garden let out shrill cries that were so sharp that they made people's hair stand on end.

In the area covered by Yang Cheng's light, reality began to tremble violently. The originally distorted space gradually returned to normal, and the garden began to wither.

Flowers that were once full of life were set on fire, green grass was burned, and the entire garden was engulfed in flames.

"Impossible..." Kugax and Sepsis watched in horror what was happening before their eyes. Their huge and corrupted bodies trembled slightly under the flames, as if they were extremely terrified of their impending fate.

The ground of Nurgle's Garden was set on fire, the flames licked every inch of the land, and the air was filled with smoke, as if doomsday had come.

The invisible death knell rang again, as if foreshadowing the coming of death and destruction.

The residents in the garden fell into panic and fled in all directions, but there was nowhere to escape.

The trees were uprooted one after another, trying to escape the sea of ​​fire, but before they could leave, they collapsed in the flames and turned into ashes.

Millions of demon flies rose from the pile of corpses and flew away in swarms. They sensed the approaching danger and just wanted to get away from this place as quickly as possible.

The Nurglings screamed, swung their short legs, and ran as fast as they could, hoping to escape the disaster.

The golden sea of ​​psychic flames was like a powerful torrent, sweeping across most of the garden with unstoppable force.

This force was so powerful that the surviving Great Unclean Ones felt despair and fear.

They chose to flee without hesitation, not daring to face this catastrophic psychic fire again.

However, the lower-level demons were not so lucky.

They were trapped there, unable to escape, and could only wait helplessly for the holy fire to burn them.

The ground in the garden became scorching hot under the blazing fire, as if the whole world was about to burn down.

Demons big and small screamed in terror and rushed out from their hiding places, running madly, trying to find a glimmer of life.

Their figures seemed so small and fragile in the sea of ​​fire, as if they would be swallowed by the flames at any time.

In the distance, no matter where you go in the garden, you can see Nurgle's green garden trembling.

This place, once full of life, has now been completely destroyed and turned into ruins.

"Horus..." Yang Cheng silently stared at the fragment of Horus' soul in his hand, a complex emotion surged in his heart.

Then, Yang Cheng carefully collected the fragments of Horus' soul and held up the Sword of the Emperor.

The waves of fire rising from the blade were like surging waves, sweeping across the entire garden. Each wave of fire contained endless energy, surpassing the heat of billions of suns.

The fire wave devoured everything in its path, whether buildings or lives, all turned to ashes in an instant.

The Garden of Nurgle was utterly destroyed and laid waste.

Countless Nurgle demons could only hide in the ruins, wailing helplessly, their bodies burning in the sea of ​​fire, in unbearable pain.

All the time in the Garden of Nurgle was ignited by Yang Cheng's flames. Although Yang Cheng knew that burning the Garden of Nurgle would have little impact on Nurgle, Yang Cheng's main goal now was not to fight the four gods, but to regain the soul of Horus.

After successfully burning down the garden, Yang Cheng set his sights on the Six Rings of Pleasure of Slaanesh, which was his next target.

As the saying goes, the first time is new, the second time is familiar. When Yang Cheng came here again, he found that he no longer needed to kick the door open like before.

Because hundreds of Slaanesh Daemons had respectfully made way for him, waiting for his arrival.

"Salis! If you don't want to see your palace destroyed by me again, you'd better get out of here!" Yang Cheng walked straight to the center of the six rings of Slaanesh, then stood in the center of the palace and roared loudly around him.

"Mara, if you want to get the soul of Horus, you have to pay some price..." Slaanesh, wearing a black long dress, slowly walked to Yang Cheng, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a sly smile.

She licked her lips gently, as if hinting at something.

"The price? That is that you return the soul of Horus to me immediately, otherwise I will slap you to death!" Yang Cheng stared at Slaanesh in front of him, with a firm and angry light flashing in his eyes.

At this time, Yang Cheng tightly grasped the Emperor's Sword in his hand, ready to engage in battle at any time.

"Do you believe that I will kill you, a big purple crab?"

"Come on! Fuck me!"

"…………"

The palace fell into an eerie silence, so quiet that it made people feel uneasy.

Time seemed to stand still, with only the faint sounds of breathing and heartbeats breaking the endless silence.

After a few seconds, Slaanesh finally moved. He slowly stretched out his hand and handed one of the soul fragments of Horus to Yang Cheng.

After Yang Cheng took the fragment, he immediately turned around and left. He ran all the way to the palace of Khorne without stopping.

The Palace of Khorne, the brazen fortress that stood upon the battle-ground, became his goal.

The Brass Citadel towers above the desolate realm of Khorne like an immovable mountain.

Here lies the heart of Khorne's dark kingdom, and the Blood God's fearsome seat of power.

The fortress is so huge that it seems to be a mockery of the mountains and also demonstrates the unparalleled power of the God of War.

When Yang Cheng looked at the brass fortress from afar, a strong smell of blood hit him in the face.

The fortress's massive walls were stained red with blood, and every inch of them exuded the smell of death and fear.

The spikes on the tower's dome pierced the dark clouds pouring out of Khorne's forges, like sharp swords pointing to the sky.

Under those terrifying iron hooks, there were blazing braziers, illuminating the surrounding wasteland, making the whole scene look particularly eerie and terrifying.

Yang Cheng moved forward slowly with heavy steps. His pace was firm and steady, as if every step carried endless power.

The chaotic wasteland was filled with a suffocating atmosphere of fear, but those terrifying demons known for their murderous nature lost their courage at this moment and did not even dare to look Yang Cheng in the eye.

Under the pressure of Yang Cheng's golden spiritual energy, they all chose to flee.

Soon after, a huge brass fortress appeared in Yang Cheng's sight. The walls of this fortress towered into the clouds, like an indestructible barrier.

The surface of the city wall is covered with knife-sharp spikes, and countless steel gallows and brutal steel nails are densely attached to it, giving people a creepy feeling.

What is even more frightening is that the city walls are hung with the bodies of warriors who died in the gladiatorial pits of Khorne.

These soldiers were tied up and skinned alive. Their blood flowed down the smooth city walls and gathered into a bright red river, which became the moat of the fortress.