StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

Imperial Navy Vice Admiral Pryor woke up from a long sleep. A ray of cold white light like moonlight suddenly came through the picture window of the outer cabin of the captain's room of Operation Flashpoint, illuminating his head. Zhang was dripping with sweat, as if his face was soaked in water.

A Valkyrie frigate with a graceful appearance and smooth hull is speeding past the window. The orange propeller ion jet at its tail is trailing behind her for a long time. From a distance, it looks like a flying broom with mysterious magical power. , breathtaking.

Multiple Viking battleships came from below, passing through the dark green matrix force field activated by Operation Flashpoint during the space jump, looming in the huge shadow of the battleship, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Good morning, General. The voyage from Ignus has ended, and we are now at the edge of the star system where the former Protoss Empire world of Torenis Prime is located."

This is a cold female voice, coming from a series of machine-synthesized sounds that follow logical operations. Pryor is a nostalgic person, and he still uses the mechanical adjutant from the old era, even though her system is old, can't think, and is like a piece of scrap metal.

He would occasionally remember the difficult days of Mar Sara, and miss the ignorant days before the arrival of the protoss and zerg, when humans could look at the stars without any worries.

When Pryor got up, he found that he had a severe headache. Frequent space jumps had a great impact on the human body. Maybe he should have had a good sleep in the hibernation cabin without even having a nightmare.

"Where's Senfa?"

Senfa is Pryor's adjutant, a brave and fearless young man who has been with him since the Second Total War.

"He's on the line," the adjutant said.

"Very good, let him wait for me on the command bridge." Pryor put on a navy coat, which had no other markings except the black and red twill imperial emblem.

Prior stood for a moment under the portrait of Emperor Augustus Mengsk, meticulously adjusting his clothes. Then he once again saluted the Emperor's portrait and made his way to the bridge.

Operation Flashpoint is a Minotaur-class battlecruiser. It is not much different from battleships of the same class. What is special is that the ship's jump engine has been upgraded with Xel'Naga technology based on the "space-time fragmentation device" , allowing her to complete up to three jumps in a period of time without having to stop for long periods of charging preparation.

Not only the flagship Flashpoint, but all battleships and spacecraft in Prior's fleet have undergone relevant upgrades. When this technology first came out, Prior was keenly aware of how much this technology could greatly improve the maneuverability of starships, thereby completely changing the conventional strategic and tactical pattern of fleet operations.

For this reason, Prior had to flatter Rory Swann without conscience, and persuaded him with sweet words that could drown a fly. He was so happy that he agreed to send his best engineers.

When he's not dealing with screws, Swann likes to be the center of conversation, and if you say something nice to the stubborn Mrs. Mainho, he'll be happy to help you - but even the most enthusiastic chief engineer can't help you. We will not bear the part related to military expenses.

Everything is worth it. This technology costs a lot of money. The Imperial Navy, which seems extremely stingy in some aspects, has not yet completed the upgrade of all Imperial warships.

Some people in the Admiralty were simply short-sighted, or even if they noticed these problems, they were unable to solve them quickly enough.

Ultimately, he is still incompetent.

"General, the detector has not detected any jump traces in the Torrenis system. It seems that the golden fleet has not arrived here yet." Pryor's adjutant Senfa said immediately as soon as he saw him walking into the bridge.

This was a spirited, strong lad, molded into steel by the war among the stars.

Senfa comes from Zanadar Prime, a place where war has never broken out, but before the Empire took over the government there, Zanadar's government has always been synonymous with crime and chaos, and politicians are always involved in endless scandals. Linked to political assassinations.

The empire's solution was simple. It simply arranged an area in New Folsom Prison specifically for Zanadar politicians. However, the complex political environment of Zanadar Prime is inseparable from the deep-rooted local aristocracy and plutocratic groups. This is only a temporary solution, not the root cause.

"We came earlier than them, just as expected." Pryor walked into the bridge: "The combat plan is already half successful."

The view from the bridge of Operation Flashpoint is wide, and the surrounding wide-angle display overlooks the battlefield. Below is the tower bridge with countless instruments placed, and hundreds of people walking around busily.

"What's the situation with Torrenis?" Pryor looked at the slowly rotating green planet on the main holographic screen.

Torrenis was considered a Duram protoss world, and the Tyranid Empire knew little about the planet except that a war between the protoss and the zerg broke out here. But judging from the current state of the planet, at least she finally escaped the bad luck of being infected by the swarm.

"Colonel Pound sent a drone reconnaissance team to Torrenis. They have discovered the ruins of several huge protoss cities on the edge of the planet's subcontinent." Senfa said to Prior:

"It seems that regardless of whether the Protoss has established a colony on this planet, they have already given up on her, just like most of the remote worlds in the Protoss Empire."

At this time, the bridge console had sent back the picture taken by the drone. The picture was very clear. Countless crystal fragments and sparkling metal debris were scattered among the collapsed ancient walls. The green vegetation once again occupied this area. land.

"I don't think so." Pryor scanned the pictures and quickly picked out a few that he thought were important.

There are also several long-abandoned star gates in the orbit of Torrenis, which have become dim due to the loss of the energy supply of the psychic matrix. They are like shells buried in the sand, waiting for others to rediscover, polish and revive them.

"These traces of destruction don't look like they were left a long time ago. No one except us and the Zerg dared to challenge the former overlords of the galaxy, even if they were declining day by day."

"Civil War," Senfa said.

"Emon corrupted Kara, and his anger filled the entire spiritual sea. In every world in the Protoss Empire, the irrational protoss began to kill each other." He thought of something and said:

"I heard they suffered heavy casualties and suffered heavy losses."

"There may be survivors hiding somewhere on this planet. If we can find them, we will know what happened here." Pryor said this without any hope.

Eamon did not deliberately control the protoss of the Karai class except the templars, and even disdained to cast a few glances, but the entire Karai was corrupted. The endless hatred and fury of the God of Darkness still spreads like a virus among the protoss group. This is enough to drive the Kalai class, who have no combat training and are relatively weak in spirit, into madness.

Corruption is like a tarsal maggot. The only way to completely eliminate this corruption is to cut off one's own nerve bundles. Even if it is not controlled by Eamon, this is an extremely difficult thing. Before the protoss regains consciousness, they may have committed a crime that they will regret for the rest of their lives.

But instead of sympathizing with the protoss, it is better to care about humans themselves first.

"There is a new communication. The communication signal is translated by psychic signals and is sent by the Dark Priest Azma." Senfa said at this time.

"He never missed a date," Pryor said.

An extremely detailed map of the star field appeared on the main screen of Operation Flashpoint, including Torrenis and dozens of surrounding galaxies, with a diameter of hundreds of light years, and the radar's detection range was far beyond such a place. The star map is densely covered with light spots, and the Dark Templars have marked every location they think is valuable. Pryor believes that every mark is accurate.

The Dark Templar are both warriors and scholars, as well as excellent navigators and natural scouts. Their spaceships are not so gorgeous, and are as low-key and restrained as their personalities, only releasing their fury during battle.

Since the destruction of Sagulath, the exiled Dark Templar warriors in the interstellar world have volunteered to serve as scouts, and the information they receive has greatly made up for the Tyranid Empire's shortcomings in this regard.

It is a consensus that the empire's intelligence department is not trustworthy. Even the best commanders cannot expect them to make the right choices with outdated intelligence.

"They are coming." Senfa took a deep breath.

In that direction in front of them, there was an entire golden fleet. Even the advance fleet of the Golden Fleet is extremely large, and blocking their way forward is asking for death.

"There is no doubt that this is the main force of the Golden Fleet. There is no way we can stop them. They are running into a high wall that cannot be broken!" The adjutant did not notice that his voice had been raised unknowingly. Young Master, this was not the first time they had fought against the corrupted golden fleet, but it was just a small-scale harassment on the flank of its huge fleet.

"It's too early to talk about failure." Pryor said: "In front of us is the largest fleet in the history of the Protoss Empire, but besides winning, do we have other options?"

"General, I'm afraid we are no match for the Golden Fleet." Seeing his general say this, Senfa didn't say anything.

Pryor's fleet only has a large number of capital ships. There are more than 140 battlecruisers. Although they are all Minotaur-class battleships, it is already difficult to deal with a war that breaks out on the partial border of the empire. is more than enough.

A head-on confrontation with the Golden Fleet? Then one of us two must be crazy.

After quickly defecting to Eamon, the Golden Fleet could turn around and head towards the core of the Koprulu sector from the direction of Ayr.

A month ago, a squadron of the Golden Fleet defeated Royce's orbital fleet in less than half a standard hour, destroying several old Behemoth battlecruisers that the locals were proud of. Exploded into shards of molten steel.

Royce's Planetary Defense Forces fought bravely, but they were unable to stop the protoss fleet from orbit, slaughtering all life on the planet.

Terrible particle beams fell from the sky and swept the trembling earth. A canyon thousands of feet wide divided the city into two, and the edges of the canyon were as neat as cut glass. Deathly heat waves stirred the clouds and oceans of Royce, and the planet's poles melted and boiled in an instant, shrouded in a scalding mist that occupied the entire sky.

Fourteen million people were reduced to ashes, and the last communication signals were mixed with the desperate screams of the planet.

Later, the Tyran Empire learned that it was just a fleet of the Golden Fleet that mainly performed reconnaissance missions.

"That's it, we're still going to fight." Pryor's tone sounded as if he simply wanted to roll up his sleeves and have a fight.

"Right here." Senfa has become accustomed to thinking in Pryor's way: "The Golden Fleet will give priority to sending a small fleet to destroy individual systems one by one. Unless their attack in a certain direction is blocked, additional fleets will be sent. . The Golden Fleet has always done this. They are like machines executing orders to exterminate the world, but they seem to lack a sharp brain."

"The Golden Fleet had many excellent commanders, but they seemed to disappear after being controlled by Amon." He continued: "Amon doesn't care about the losses of the Golden Fleet. He uses the protoss like a swarm."

"Then this advance fleet is our target." Pryor said: "Generally speaking, Amon is not a good creator."

"The eldest son of God. Star Spirit has a good father."

After a lot of analysis and demonstration, the Imperial High Command believes that Amon may be the one controlling the Golden Fleet now and not Tassadar, Fenix ​​or Yurlan, because the response of the Golden Fleet is really slow and unseemly. Judging from the performance, Amon's control of the protoss is accomplished through direct possession, rather than directly distorting thoughts and changing positions.

However, although Amon, as a Xel'naga, is proficient in all knowledge in the universe, it does not necessarily include the philosophy of war.

"I have many familiar friends among the protoss, and some of them are even on the opposite battleship. If they see me again, they will definitely ask me to kill them, just like those who were infected by the zerg virus and only wanted to kill them. Just like a poor man who is about to die."

Pryor is reluctant to fight against his former allies, but he will show no mercy. At this point, he will jump into the enemy's mothership with a miniature nuclear bomb, as long as he can win the final victory. This seems like something someone from the Tyranids would do.

This man known as the "Butcher of Tyranid" fought in the outer world of the Tyranid Empire, which had always been in a state of wilderness, expanding territory for his emperor and defending one side. He was a shooting star. Even though it once shone in the night sky, only those who looked up at the sky could notice it.

The Empire's High Command originally did not expect Pryor to be able to resist the overwhelmingly pressing Gold Fleet with the force in his hands, but only asked him to slow down the Gold Fleet's attack as much as possible. At present, Korhal cannot send more troops and supplies, so he can only rely on him to find a way. Now that the empire is in a tight situation across the board, there is no other way.

Pryor's understanding of the High Command's orders was that as long as he could win, everything else would be screwed. If it were Augustus, he would say that if you enter the secret book, it will be unstoppable.

Some people may even accuse them of being too cruel in dealing with the zerg, but fortunately this kind of opinion is not prevalent in the mainstream media now. For God's sake, a Marine who's about to be torn apart by Zerglings doesn't care if he kills his enemy in a humane way.

Although they have always maintained their alliance with the protoss, the Terran Empire is not afraid of them.

Imperial Admiral Matt Horner said: Remember it all, it was not us who fired the first shot, it was them. If they dare to challenge our bottom line again, we will stay with them until the end.

They stood tall, but our aim was accurate.

"We had to do that," Senfa said. "But Torrenis is the planet of the protoss, and I thought they would at least be merciful."

Whether it is for humans or their own planet, the Golden Fleet treats everyone equally. This cruel fairness will not make humans feel more balanced.

Some people say they are crazy, but lunatics would never flatten every planet they pass by so calmly and efficiently. The Golden Fleet was once the glory of Duram, but now it has become the most ruthless and destructive killing machine in the world.

"Kill this fleet and retreat with one blow, and the golden fleet will invest more power again. Then, we will appear again in the other direction." Pryor said: "Eamon is not stupid, he is just Thinking that I am extremely smart, I think we are all stupid.”

"It would be great if we could create the illusion that there is a huge imperial fleet here nearby. Senfa, send more ships carrying communication equipment to create signs that the imperial fleet is gathering here. If the golden fleet has If the protoss also intercepts our communications, they may not be able to calm down and distinguish the authenticity."

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After the Pryor fleet arrived at the 19th Standard Hours of Torrenis, the first gold fleet finally arrived belatedly. Twenty reconnaissance planes protected the three void glow ships in the center. A few minutes later, the second fleet also arrived, bringing more elegant and powerful warships.

No matter from which angle you look at it, the warships of the Protoss Empire are exquisite and elegant, as if they are works of art, shining with golden light and beautiful. But when it comes to the horrific scene when they destroy the planet and burn everything, this amazing beauty and elegance is gone.

It is unimaginable that these beautiful battleships have destroyed thousands of innocent planets before, including the homes of protoss and humans.

"All fleets." Pryor stood on the bridge of Operation Flashpoint. The golden-blue golden fleet was unfolding in front of him. Thousands of fine domes of light were projected from the energy of the mothership and the warp prism. feet high blue waves.

"Assault formation!"

This was the most dangerous war after the Brood War. They had to fight against the golden fleet of the Dallam Protoss and the Overlord Swarm at the same time. Humans are the most brave and tenacious race in this sector. They have plunged into this war without any boundaries or hope without hesitation, just like Don Quixote who challenged the windmill.