Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"Where...is this place?" Grissom muttered to himself, wearing his green carapace armor and treading heavily on the vast plain.

His eyes, full of doubt and confusion, kept looking around, his heart full of confusion.

Just a moment ago, he was clearly in the midst of a fierce and brutal battlefield, his ears filled with the sounds of gunfire, shouts, and the creepy hissing of the Zerg.

But now, he inexplicably returned to this place - his hometown that he longed for.

Grissom didn't want to believe what he saw, as if it was just an illusory dream.

He walked slowly and aimlessly in the golden rice fields like a walking corpse.

However, as he continued to go deeper into this familiar land, the surrounding scenes became clearer and clearer, and the sense of familiarity became stronger and stronger.

The gentle breeze brushed across his cheeks, bringing with it the fragrance of rice ears; although the sunlight was a little dazzling, the warm light still made him feel extremely comfortable; on the distant horizon, wisps of light smoke rose up, accompanied by the familiar aroma of bread.

All of this seemed so familiar to Gleason, as if time had never passed and he was still the young man who had never left his hometown and had not joined the army.

"Impossible, impossible, this place has clearly been swallowed by the swarm of insects, impossible..." Grissom murmured softly with trembling lips and rubbed his eyes with slightly trembling hands, as if trying to confirm that this was not an illusion.

Although he could not accept this fact deep down in his heart, his feet still moved forward involuntarily.

"Gleason, you're here!" Suddenly, a clear and ethereal female voice sounded behind Gleason.

He turned his head suddenly and saw a woman in a black robe with long flowing hair walking towards him quickly.

Her figure looked particularly graceful in the sunlight, like a blooming black flower.

"It's you..." Gleason widened his eyes, staring at the woman who suddenly appeared in front of him in disbelief. His body stood still as if he had been cast under a spell.

The weapon he was holding tightly seemed to have lost its support and slipped from his slightly trembling hands, falling silently on the thick and soft grass.

"Yes, it's me." The woman said slowly, her lips slightly parted. She walked towards Gleason, who was stunned.

At this moment, the bright sunshine seemed to become extremely dazzling, pouring down like a golden veil, but Gleason's eyes never strayed from the approaching figure. Finally, he saw clearly the face that he had been thinking about day and night.

"Erica..." Gleason's voice was as light as the breeze, but it was full of endless longing and surprise.

The next second, he could no longer suppress the surging emotions in his heart, and he trotted towards Erica like an arrow.

When the two were very close to each other, Gleason opened his arms without hesitation and hugged Erica tightly.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze. Gleason felt the warmth from Erica's body and listened to her gentle breathing, as if they were the only two people left in the world.

The familiar warmth and gentle voice made Gleason intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.

He even began to doubt whether everything he had just experienced was just an illusory dream. Perhaps he had never left that beautiful planet, nor had he ever left Erica's warm embrace.

They hugged each other tightly, basking in the bright sunshine, their heartbeats interweaving into a beautiful melody.

The surrounding flowers, plants and trees seemed to feel this passionate emotion as they swayed gently, sending them blessings.

"Praise the Emperor! I am home at last, Erica."

"Yes, my dear, you are back... Praise the Lord of Pleasure." Erica responded tenderly, her beautiful face filled with a happy smile, but her originally azure pupils gradually turned into a deep and mysterious dark purple.

At the same time, Erica clasped her hands tighter, as if she was afraid that the person in front of her would disappear if she let go.

However, the cruel reality is a terrible illusion. When the illusion is shattered like a bubble, the scene before people's eyes is horrifying.

Grissom was seen in the midst of blood and chaos. Several Slaanesh demons with hideous faces and evil auras surrounded him and were training him cruelly.

All around him lay the bodies of Grissom's former comrades who had fought side by side with him. Their blood dyed the ground red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of death.

Above our heads, there was continuous artillery fire and deafening explosions.

But Grissom, who was trapped in the illusion, was unaware of this. All his attention was focused on Erica in his arms. He was completely immersed in this false beautiful world and couldn't extricate himself.

In this dreamlike situation, Gleason hugged Erica's soft body tightly, feeling her warmth and breath.

Then, he slowly leaned close to Erica's ear and whispered in a low and trembling voice: "All this... is fake, right?"

"The Zerg engulfed the planet several months ago, and then an extermination order was issued. No life survived on the planet," Grissom continued.

"So what? Does it matter whether it's true or not?" Erica curled up in Gleason's warm and solid arms like a kitten seeking shelter.

She raised her head slightly, her deep and charming violet pupils staring at Gleason in front of her, revealing a hint of confusion and stubbornness in her eyes.

Gleason looked at the pitiful Erica in his arms, and a feeling of pity welled up in his heart.

He gently stroked Erica's soft hair, raised a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth, and whispered: "Yes, how wonderful it would be if all this was true... If we could hug each other like this forever, away from the troubles and wars of the world." After that, Gleason tightened his arms and hugged Erica tighter.

Erica felt Gleason's strong embrace and was touched, but at the same time she also felt a little uneasy.

She looked up at Gleason and saw that his eyes were firm and resolute, as if he had made some important decision.

"Please allow me to offer my final loyalty, Your Majesty..." Grissom's voice was low and powerful, with a heroic spirit of facing death head-on.

Before he finished speaking, two lines of tears slid down his resolute cheeks and dripped onto Erica's fair skin.

At this moment, Gleason suddenly reached out and grabbed the ring of the grenade at his waist, and pulled it hard without hesitation. With a "hiss", the fuse of the grenade was ignited, and a wisp of green smoke came out.

In an instant, a loud explosion sounded, and a huge shock wave swept around with raging flames.

At the moment of the explosion, Erica's original devilish appearance was exposed in front of Gleason, but Gleason did not let go. Instead, he hugged her even tighter.

Gleeson and the demon were instantly engulfed in the sea of ​​fire. At the same time, several hideous Slaanesh demons around them were not spared either. They let out miserable screams under the power of the explosion and turned into burning ashes.

In the dazzling explosion, a faint golden light could be vaguely seen flickering.

It is like an indomitable fire, blooming the dawn of hope in the endless darkness and illuminating Gleason's figure.

However, the light was short-lived, and as the flames gradually died down, everything returned to calm, leaving only ruins and billowing smoke.