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Chapter 215 Return of the Star Spirits, the Crisis of Race Destruction (Please subscribe)

"I hope so." Jim Renault looked at his brother and said in a complex tone, "Throughout the ages, there have been few rulers who can maintain their original aspirations. All kings in the world are liars."

"The line between truth and lies is not clear, and no one has ever been able to achieve what he has achieved today. A God-Emperor who rules the stars is not something that the clowns of the past can compare with." Tychus looked at his brother, "We will successfully win this victory and end the many sufferings that have plagued mankind for a long time. Joining the camp of the God-Emperor is a wise choice, at least it will not repeat the tragedy of the devil in heaven in the past."

When the words "Devil of Heaven" were mentioned, Jim Reynolds' eyes full of firmness and belief showed a hint of pain.

This is not something worth remembering.

The painful thoughts of being betrayed by his boss and companions came to mind again.

Tychus and Jim Raynor were once soldiers of the Tyranid Empire, and the name of their team was Heavenly Demons.

It was a story that began with war, friendship, and love, but ended in betrayal and death.

This world is not only filled with ancient families and dictatorial kings who want to save mankind, but there are also countless stories of ordinary people.

The story of the devil in heaven is nothing in the vast galaxy, but it is the most important memory in Jim Raynor's life and the main motivation that prompted him to grow into the leader of the Rangers.

"I hope not." Jim Renault lowered his voice and took out a box of cigars from his arms. "This is your favorite cigar, Tychus. Thank you for what happened on the Bucket satellite."

Tychus took one from the humidor, smelled it, and put the rest away.

"Things are over. I am a villain, and prison is my destination. But you are different. You still have kindness and compassion that I don't have. You deserve a new life."

When they robbed the bank, the two of them were caught in a siege. Tychus gave the armor he used to escape to Jim Raynor, but he was arrested during the siege.

While the two were talking, Simmond also walked out and walked up to Jim Renault.

The majestic body wearing power armor is extremely oppressive.

Both the shoulder armor and breastplate have conspicuous flame emblems, which are lifelike and look like real flames.

Jim Raynor can be considered a very tall and strong human being, and he is also wearing a CMC type combat armor.

Long-term exercise has also made his body shape far beyond that of ordinary people.

But in front of the Storm Warriors, he was still very thin.

"What a big scary guy."

Jim Renault felt uneasy and uneasy in his heart.

Smond's body is too big.

Give him a visceral fear.

"I am the commander this time, Smond, the personal guard of the Second Army."

Simmond opened his helmet, revealing a war-torn face, "Your Majesty, God Emperor, you make the right choice. To be honest, I don't want my sword to point at my own race. There are many enemies in the galaxy that need to be dealt with." , humans should not be one of them.”

"I am Jim Raynor, the leader of the Rangers. I agree with your words. What can the Rangers do for you??" Jim Raynor calmed himself down and tried to look into the other person's eyes.

If you don't even have the courage to look the other person in the eye, then this conversation will not be equal.

Jim Raynor has always remembered his father's teachings.

"We need to find the creations of the stars and destroy them. When you landed on the surface of this planet, did you find any abnormalities?" Simmond asked, "Any abnormality will do. The truth is often hidden in what we ignore." It’s all about the little details.”

Before Jim Renault could speak, his adjutant Matt Horner spoke first, "Our landing was extremely smooth. The local defenders had no desire to fight. The main force left in a hurry not long after the exchange of fire. Ayre City, is this an abnormal situation??"

Simmond nodded, "Of course it is an anomaly. The fact that they did not surrender means that they did not leave out of fear. Then there is only one explanation, and that is that they have a more important mission. This mission is more important than guarding this planet." .”

"You mean they gave up this planet for the creation of the stars?"

Jim Raynor is not an idiot. If you think about it carefully, you can find something wrong.

In the past, even if morale was low, the enemy would still put up a fight.

The Tyranid Empire was corrupt and the ancient families had reduced it to a cystic corpse.

But the loyalty of those with vested interests is still very secure.

But this time, when they raided the El Galaxy, those troublesome diehards did not fight to the end.

Originally they just thought they were afraid of the arrival of the Rangers, but now it seems that the situation is not as simple as imagined.

"If there are no other secrets, what you said should be the truth." Simmond said, "We must find those people as soon as possible and prevent them from activating the creation of the stars."

"This, I can help you. Sergeant Cade, come here."

Jim Raynor nodded and waved behind him.

A technical officer with mechanical prosthetics on his body trotted over from behind.

He also held a suitcase in his hand.

Cade looked at the people led by Simmond, with a hint of fear and uneasiness in his eyes.

"Turn on the tactical projection." Jim Renault ordered.

Cade nodded and opened the shiny suitcase. Inside was a small computer and a complex projection mechanism.

He quickly clicked a few times on the tactical projection device with his metal fingers, and the small tactical projection device started humming.

The projector of the planet El was displayed in front of Smond, Tychus, Thrawn and others.

"When we arrived, they left here and evacuated to several nearby settlements." Jim Raynor pointed at the holographic projector, and the intelligent control matrix built into it adjusted the picture according to his finger movements.

Several red areas were marked and then connected into one.

"These areas happen to be areas we cannot scan." Byard, who is also a member of the bodyguard, pointed to the red area.

"The Star Spirit creations are most likely hidden in these places." Simmond nodded, "We have to go faster and get everyone ready. We will rush over immediately."

Instructing Tychus and others to make preparations, Simmond turned to look at Jim Renault, "Do you still have your fleet up there?"

"Yes, they should still be chasing and destroying the remaining soldiers of the Tyran Empire."

"It seems that they did it on purpose." Simmond said, "They have been avoiding the crossfire, hoping to wait for the ground forces to complete their mission and then escape. I will ask the Imperial Fleet to assist your troops and send a message to your fleet commander message, telling them not to attack friendly forces."

Jim Reynolds nodded, and he ordered a communications soldier to complete this task.

The reply came quickly.

With the assistance of the Galactic Empire, the remnants of the Terran Empire will soon be cornered.

As long as the enemy's void power is eliminated, they will have no way to escape.

After all this was done, Smond led his army towards the red zone.

The creations of the protoss are among them.

The Ranger fleet and the Galactic Empire fleet reached a preliminary cooperation intention and slowly drove away the remaining ships of the Tyranid Empire.

Entering a desperate situation.

The commander of the secret mission to summon the protoss, Jack Mengsk, used the communicator to learn about the situation in the void, and his face became ugly.

"Our work must be accelerated." Jack said to the person next to him.

At this time, they were in a huge ruins excavation area.

There are huge excavators and cranes everywhere, and a huge deep pit has been dug.

An ancient temple made of crystal has been mostly excavated.

Hundreds of giant crystals surround the ruins.

They are crystal clear, with slightly pointed ends, like sharp swords, scattering bright sunlight.

They are beautiful and full of art.

The magnificent temple surrounded by them is also very beautiful.

It can be seen that the protoss is a race that specializes in art.

"What happened?" Marcus, a major general of the Tyranid Empire, asked.

"There is a new enemy coming." Jack looked distressed, "Now we are not just dealing with that damn traitor Jim Reynolds."

"Who is the new enemy?"

"They bear the Fire Emblem."

Marcus's face turned pale before Jack even said the name of the enemy force.

The sense of oppression brought by the Galactic Empire is too strong.

The Terran Empire has been completely defeated so far, without even a decent victory.

"They are here, won't our mission fail?" Marcus's body was trembling slightly. "We should evacuate immediately. If we stay any longer, we may not be able to leave."

"No, we are only one step away, and we must complete it. Otherwise, our hometown will be completely destroyed. Do you want to be a subjugated slave? Major General Marcus. Are you willing for your descendants to be ruled by a cruel, greedy monarch? Is that so? We must work hard until the last moment, and we must let those damn invaders know how tenacious the Tyranid men are."

Jack clenched his fists and said firmly, "No matter what, we have to win this war. The Koprulu sector is our hometown, and we have lived here for generations. And now, that tyrant jumps out and wants to Destroy everything about us. Destroy our civilization, destroy our inheritance, and then lightly say "for mankind." Such a person cannot be for mankind, he is just for his own dictatorial ambitions. If everyone chooses to give up, then popular science Luxing District will be completely occupied, and the people living here will be enslaved by the tyrant."

As a descendant of the Mengsk family, Jack was born with the talent to be a politician.

His words always moved people easily and made them follow him.

In Jack's bewitching and passionate words, Marcus regained some courage.

He nodded, trying to suppress his fear.

"For Tyran, for our homeland."

Jack looked toward the temple.

This is an alien architecture and does not conform to human aesthetics.

It spirals like a maze, hiding its inner structure.

A deep hole connects to the depths of the temple.

What they want is inside.

"Hold here, Marcus, I will go in to find the creations of the protoss."

Jack led the exploration team along the entrance of the cave.

Marcus watched them disappear into the darkness, repeating his words word for word.

"For Tyron, for our hometown."

Every time he said it, he felt courage spurting out from deep within him.

Everything they do is for a noble purpose.

For the sake of my hometown, for those innocent people not to be enslaved by the dictatorial tyrant.

A shrill alarm sounded.

"The enemy is attacking, they are coming from Aier City." A loyal Tyranid soldier shouted.

This shocked the originally lazy soldiers.

"Get ready to fight, for our hometown." Marcus shouted, inspiring the soldiers.

They quickly ran back to their bunkers, grabbed their weapons, and prepared for battle.

Defense artillery, scanning arrays and other equipment are all turned on.

When the enemy appeared in the strike field of view, the artillery fire roared.

Marcus prayed silently in his heart, hoping to wait until Jack came out.

The Rangers led by Jim Raynor and the Galactic Empire's mission team locked onto the location of Marcus and others, and then fired back with equally ferocious firepower.

Beams and missiles instantly filled the air.

Marcus soon realized that his slogan wouldn't change anything.

Even if they try very hard to prevent something from happening, to get those damn invaders from the Galactic Empire to go back.

But this universe will not run based on their will, and fate will never favor those who work hard.

When those demonic enemies arrive, their persistence becomes meaningless.

Wearing armor with fire emblems on their bodies, they rode in fast assault boats, arrived at the sky above Marcus and others, and jumped off.

When they land, the propulsion backpack on their backs slows down the impact when they land, and also gives them the ability to fly.

The Thor mecha, with a Punisher cannon installed on its back and protected by heavy steel and ceramic composite armor, was the first to be destroyed.

The Thor is a bipedal combat mecha used by the Tyranids. The pilot inside uses nerve bundles to connect and control the Thor armor.

This is no different from the Galactic Empire.

In previous battlefields, the Thor Mecha was used as the main unit.

These behemoths possess extremely terrifying firepower and can easily suppress large areas of enemies and cause terrible damage to buildings.

This time, in order to excavate the ruins, they brought a dozen Thor mechas.

They stand at the forefront of the defense line, using projected shields and artillery to hold off the enemy.

<divclass="contentadv">When those guys jumped down from high altitude, they used the propulsion backpack to fly towards the Thor armor.

Then they used the weapons in their hands to cut into the cockpit of the Thor mecha, killing the pilot inside, or throwing them to the ground.

The ground troops tried to focus their fire on the demons.

But it was blocked by their armored shields.

The Thor mechas lost their movement one after another, and became silent again, turning into scraps of metal on the battlefield.

At this time, the enemy charged from all directions.

They also have mechas, tanks, and air support.

The heavy firepower of Marcus's troops was destroyed one by one by those huge legionnaires.

Without the cover of heavy firepower and mechas, Marcus was at a disadvantage and no longer an opponent.

It soon collapsed, and later even evolved into a complete rout.

Some elite marines protected Marcus and planned to take him away from the dangerous front line.

Simmond, who had a propeller installed on his back, fell down at this moment, blocking their way.

"There's no point in running away. It's better to accept your fate calmly."

Smond held a blaster in one hand and a sword covered in a force field and emitting a faint halo in the other.

"You damn intruders."

Marcus looked at the terrifying existence in front of him and mustered up his courage to say.

The opponent's long sword was dripping with blood, and every drop was bright red.

I don’t know how many loyal soldiers died tragically at the hands of the other party.

Simmond didn't bother to refute such words.

To a certain extent, the other party was right.

He is indeed an intruder.

The Marines shot at Simmond with their staple guns, but Simmond was faster than them.

He shot and rushed towards those people.

When he got close enough, he hung the blaster on the magnetic belt around his waist, and then started slashing at the Marines with his sword.

A Marine's sting gun was split in half by him, and then cut into his armor, breaking his chest open and blood splattered out.

Another Marine who rushed over was beheaded by Smond's sword.

The incision was shiny red.

The headless body trembled and then fell to the ground.

Marines are the best ground troops in the Koprulu sector, but they are vulnerable to legionnaires.

Soon, only a pile of broken limbs were left on the ground, and the bright red blood dyed the ground red, filling the air with the pungent smell of blood.

Marcus watched the scene in horror.

He slumped to the ground.

"Invaders, you will definitely be expelled." He shouted with his last strength, "Long live the Tyran Empire, the Tyran Empire will surely win."

"It's really sad." Simmond stood in front of Marcus, looking down at the unfortunate guy from a high position, "Are these your last words?"

"Yes, I will spurn your tyrant forever, and I will never bow down to you."

"I hope that after witnessing the horror of subspace, you will still not regret your decision at this time." Simmond cut off the opponent's head with a sword.

Marcus's soul also screamed in the warp at the same moment.

Even if you turn your back on the God-Emperor, you will not be able to get the protection of the God-Emperor, and you can only be swallowed up by the terrifying subspace.

That fate is more terrible than death.

Smond looked around.

The battle is over.

Smoking wreckage can be seen everywhere, some still burning.

Some of the enemies were killed and their bodies lay lying everywhere.

Others chose to surrender and were asked to squat on the ground and hold their heads.

Smond had no idea of ​​killing the surrendering soldiers.

The only difference is that those poor men served the lies of the Terran Empire, while he fought for the great cause of the Supreme Being.

There is no unforgettable hatred between them.

When those poor people realize the truth and feel the glory of the God Emperor, they will figure it out.

"My lord, they entered the ruins." Tychus got the information from a surrendered officer.

"Let some people stay here to guard these prisoners while we go in."

Simmond looked at the alien building and felt disgust in his heart.

But he still took the people in.

It was not dark inside. Crystals containing mysterious power were embedded in the walls, emitting a faint light.

On the way, Smond and others encountered some blocking enemies, including marines and some ghost agents who knew how to be invisible, and they were all eliminated.

When they reached the deepest part, Jack Mengsk and his team were activating a huge crystal creation.

"Stop." Smond raised his blaster, his voice echoing in the empty underground space.

The people who followed him also raised their weapons and aimed them at Jack and the others.

Jack turned his head, looked at Simmond and the others, and then focused on Tychus, Jim Raynor and the others.

"Traitor," Jack said, "As a person from the Koprulu Sector, he helps outsiders enslave his hometown."

"Why speak so grandly?" Jim Raynor sneered, "When you enslaved the Koprulu sector, I didn't see any passion from you."

"Traitor, the ancient family has protected you. It is the ancient family that allowed the Koprulu sector to survive the Evernight Crisis." Jack shouted, "Without the ancient family, there would be no Tyran Empire, let alone the Koprulu sector."

Even though they were mentally prepared, Tykes and others still underestimated the shameless faces of Jack and other family members.

How could he calmly say that without the ancient family, there would be no Koprulu Sector.

"You have failed." Simmond had no intention of continuing to argue with the other party, "Don't do unnecessary things."

"No!" Jack shook his head, "The Tyranid Empire will not be destroyed, it is the Galactic Empire that should be destroyed."

As soon as he finished speaking, he put his hand on the crystal building.

The ancient temple shook, as if some force was shaking this ancient protoss building.

The ground cracked, and a huge hole was torn above the underground space where they were, revealing the blue sky.

The originally silent crystal building emitted a halo, and some weird light flowed through it.

Smond pulled the trigger, and the blaster beam spurted out, blowing Jack's lower body off. The upper body flew out, fell into the dust, and gasped for death.

Others opened fire, and within seconds, Jack and his team were dead.

Only the dark, burnt, smelly broken flesh and blood was left on the spot.

There is light radiating around the crystal structure.

A ray of light shot out from the top, crossing the torn ground and submerging into the layers of space.

The sky suddenly changed suddenly, and the originally bright sky suddenly dimmed.

Countless dark clouds emerged out of thin air, and they slowly rotated, forming a huge whirlpool.

The center of the vortex emits blue light, as if it has opened a passage to another world.

"Destroy that crystal building." Smond shouted, and everyone shot at the giant crystal structure.

A faint halo of light escapes from the surface of this crystal structure, which forms a kind of psychic shield.

But in a saturation strike, even if you have a psychic shield, it will be quickly worn away.

Click, click sounds echoed, and shocking cracks appeared in the giant crystal structure.

After a while, the giant structure exploded completely, and the crystal fragments disappeared.

The light disappeared.

The vortex in the sky also slowly closed, and the gathered dark clouds quickly dissipated.

Before the vortex was completely closed, dozens of rays of light flew out from the center of the vortex and landed next to the broken giant crystal creation, kicking up huge clouds of smoke and dust.

When the dust cleared, the visitor was revealed in front of Simmond and others.

Their bodies are very tall, and they are almost the same as the genetically modified Storm Troopers.

It has eyes that glow red, its skin is full of wrinkles, and there are hair-like nerve bundles on the back of its head.

Wearing armor embedded with glowing crystals.

Frightening psychic power is escaping from the whole body.

According to data comparison, they were obviously the protoss expelled by the Human Alliance.

The leading star glanced at Simmond and the others with contempt in his eyes.

"A group of savage natives." The protoss spoke in a strange language, which was automatically translated into human language by the translation module built into the helmet.

Simmond tightened his grip on the sword, his eyes full of vigilance.

They have obviously destroyed those crystal creations, how did these guys arrive! !

Technology that transcends time and space? ?

Such a method can only be described as unbelievable.

Even traveling through subspace takes time, but the time for the vortex to appear is so short, even if the enemy finds the beacon and sets off immediately, it will still take a long time.

But now, the other party is right in front of him.

From this point of view alone, the danger of the Protoss Tribe far exceeds those opponents that the Galactic Empire has encountered before.

Even if it is a carat parasite, I am afraid that it is not worthy of carrying their shoes.

"Give all you have to the great Eamonn."

The protoss looked at Simmond, obviously recognizing that he was the leader of this group of people.

Simmond did not speak. He raised his sword and pointed it at the other party, his eyes showing coldness and cruelty.

This move made the leading star spirit reveal a cruel smile, which, combined with the red eyes, was extremely oppressive.

"You don't know whether to live or die, you already have a way to kill yourself."

"Kill them." Simmond rushed towards the leading protoss and roared.

Glaives made of light appeared in the hands of the protoss, and they all exuded the brilliance of spiritual energy.

Glowing crystals swirled around their bodies, forming a sort of ensemble.

"For Eamonn."

The strange sound made by the leading protoss was automatically translated into human speech.

The light blade collided with the long sword covering the force field, and a terrifying energy shock erupted from both sides in an instant.

The spiritual will of the star spirit turned into a sharp sword and stabbed into Simmond's soul.

Smond was undaunted, attacking and colliding with the opponent with the same spirit.

He received the blessing of the God Emperor and the tenacity gained from years of practice.

As soon as the confrontation began, the leading protoss showed a surprised look.

He underestimated the power of these technologically backward indigenous people.

It seems that these natives learned something in the dark night.

Seven thousand words, the first chapter is finally finished.

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