Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

Chapter 1030: All Warhammer Races Check-in Point, Alert Star

Abaddon looked at the group of Chaos Primarchs who were beaten black and blue in front of him, and secretly thanked God that he did not rush forward.

He took a deep breath, and the image of his pigtail being pulled down and severely whipped by the other party emerged in his mind. The feeling of humiliation made him shudder.

Just as he was secretly frightened, he suddenly felt a chill rising up his spine.

He looked up and found that the Chaos Primarchs were staring at him with cold eyes, their eyes full of dissatisfaction and questioning.

Abaddon's heart tightened as he realized that although he was a Chaos Warmaster, he was essentially just a Space Marine. Compared to these Primarchs, his strength and status were far inferior.

If these primarchs took out their anger over the defeat on themselves, the consequences would be disastrous.

He quickly adjusted his mindset, put on a serious expression, cleared his throat, and tried to change the subject: "My lord primarchs, although the result of this battle was not satisfactory, it was just a small setback in our great plan. Our goal has never changed - to occupy the Vigilance Star and control the key nodes of the dark side of the Empire! As long as the Vigilance Star is captured, the Empire's defenses will completely collapse, and the power of Chaos will sweep across the galaxy like a tide!"

His voice was sonorous and powerful, trying to cover up the embarrassment in front of him with grand strategic goals.

Sure enough, the attention of the Chaos Primarchs was successfully diverted, and the flames of ambition and greed were rekindled in their eyes.

However, what followed were the doubts and anger of many Chaos Primarchs.

Fulgrim, the Primarch of the Emperor's Children Legion, elegantly shook his long, charming hair, and sneered, "Abaddon, dear Warmaster, your pigtails are intact, but our dignity has been trampled on."

"You hid behind us and watched us get beaten up, and now you come to tell us the next plan? How ironic."

"How about I take off your face and seal it on my armor before that?"

Abaddon couldn't help but shudder as he listened to Fulgrim's words.

At this moment, Perturabo, the Primarch of the Iron Warriors, slammed the wall hard, and the roar of metal echoed throughout the cabin.

His voice exploded like thunder: "Abaddon, your strategy is full of loopholes! What we need is not empty slogans, but practical plans!"

"If you can't even do this, then I don't suggest destroying you before destroying the empire!" His anger almost broke through the shackles of reason, and his eyes flashed a dangerous red light.

And Angron, the Primarch of the World Eaters, let out a low roar.

"Fight! Kill! That's what we should do! Not sit here and listen to your nonsense!"

"Abaddon, if you don't dare to fight in person, then get out of here and let us wash away the shame with blood and fire!"

Angron had his chainsaw axe almost aimed at Abaddon, and he was roaring and snarling like a mad dog.

Magnus said nothing, for his spine was not yet healed.

Luo Jia also did not speak. He was seriously injured. If they had not used the power of chaos to preserve their souls in advance, they would probably have become the third and fourth Primarchs to die.

"My lord primarchs, as long as we take the Vigilant Planet, as long as our demon legions launch an attack, then everything will be fine."

"But before that, we need to regroup the fleet."

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"I think we should start WAAAAAAGH!"

"WAAAAAAAAGH!!!!"

“waaaaaaaaagh!!!!”

The orc warlord Guluk wielded a crackling machete, and his single eye reflected the dense explosions in the orbit of the Alert Star.

Countless space junk warships made of scrap iron and forcibly glued together by orc psychic energy are crashing into the asteroid belt, and the green exhaust gas spewed out by the engines drags thousands of long poisonous tails in the void.

The boarding hatch of the Orc warship exploded and thousands of red-painted assault boats rushed towards the human defense line like a swarm of bloodthirsty locusts, firing at the star fortress's macro-cannons.

The star fortress "Iron Oath" in orbit has now turned into a flesh and blood grinder.

The orc boarding team used rusty rocket grappling claws to pierce the armor plates, and the greenskins covered with bullet chains roared and crashed into the decompression chamber.

Caleb, the mortal auxiliary sergeant, inserted his chainsaw sword into the crack of the power pipe and roared at the twenty-three soldiers with greasy faces behind him: "Block the third airlock! Connect the flamethrower fuel pipe to the ventilation system!"

Before he could finish his words, a big hole was blasted in the welding steel plate by the orcs' electric drill. The greenskin leader, whose body was covered with fungal tumors, rushed in under the scorching flames of promethium, and his half-melted iron claws directly tore open the breastplate of the front-row soldiers.

And in the sewage pipe of the bottom nest of the hive city, the four-armed Genestealer leader was using a bone blade to carve the runes of the hive's will on the rusted steel plate.

Its compound eyes reflected the vibrations of the explosion coming from the six hundred floors above. The mutant cultists were climbing along the sewage pipe. The moment its sharp claws opened the inspection port, a new Astra Militarum recruit who was reinforcing the roadblock was dragged into the darkness.

The communication towers of the entire hive city suddenly burst out with biological acid at the same time, and the unique low-frequency screams of the Tyranids echoed in every street. This was a bloody beacon dedicated to the hive fleet.

On the observation deck of the Star Fortress, Rear Admiral Horn's artificial eye flashed the blue light of tactical data stream.

The bulletproof glass in front of him was being blasted into spider web-like cracks by Ork rockets, and the holographic star map showed that a larger shadow was emerging from the warp rift.

"Send the final communication to Terra," he tore off his blood-soaked white gloves and slammed them on the encrypted communication platform, "Tell the Supreme Lord that Vigilant is still fighting! We need support!"

A pale green light suddenly lit up the void thirty kilometers away. Guruk's flagship, the "Big Boom", withstood the suicidal impact of four Imperial frigates, and the sharp ramming horns welded with scrap iron directly pierced through the star fortress's energy core area.

At the moment when the entire steel fortress tilted in the violent explosion, six mortal commandos rushed into the orc landing capsule against the airflow of the explosion.

These soldiers from the hive slums carried homemade melta bombs on their backs, and the double-headed eagle emblem was sewn on their tattered uniforms.

However, the Star Fortress was on the verge of loss.

The screaming sound of the orc landing capsule smashing through the atmosphere tore through the entire sky of Alert Star.

Tens of thousands of green fire streams gushed out from the belly of Guruk's War Anvil flagship, and these drop pods carrying fungal spores smashed into the surface like a meteorite rain.

The first cabin to land exploded into a radioactive cloud the moment it touched the ground. The orc boys with chains wrapped around their bodies didn't even wait for the smoke to dissipate, and rushed out on the burning wreckage of the deck.

The Battle of Alert Star is about to begin.