StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

"Haha. Phoenix! He is truly a hero!"

In the emperor's chamber in the palace, Augustus was leaning back on his chair and reading the report that Renault had sent back from Swopes. At first he just nodded frequently, but by the end he couldn't help laughing and even banged the table.

After all, Marshal Reno had studied for several years and was considered capable of writing and martial arts. Such reports for the emperor to review were usually written by him himself. When he mentioned Tassadar's visit to the Purifier mothership Cybros, he eloquently spent most of the article describing the interesting fact that Phoenix's adapted history has been uploaded to the entire Purifier data network.

Sadly, Phoenix's best human friend Reno didn't remind him that the wheel of friendship can turn over at any moment.

Phoenix, who had never expected this, followed Tassadar to meet with Purifier Executive Officer Koralion and other ancient heroes.

After all, they are all heroes, and they cherish each other. When talking about their mood, the hypocritical Purifier seniors can't help but compliment Phoenix, saying that he is really a formidable young man, and he is indeed a hero. Tassadar and Renault were stunned. Only Phoenix, who had been unanimously recognized by his ancestors, was proud of himself. He didn't expect that his fame was already so great.

When Arbitrator Aldaris sent him to the Glacius facility to back up his memory, Phoenix did modify some of the files for some selfish reasons, slightly polishing his glorious deeds. And he also thought that no one would mind this matter. After all, it was only a small part of the memory, and the Purifier's memory could not be uploaded to Kara. Who would have expected what would happen next, and he might die one day. In the battle to defend Ayr.

The slightly polished story of everything really frightened the Purifiers at the beginning, and they were immediately shocked. However, upon closer inspection, this is far from just a slight polish, it is definitely a serious polish.

Just think of it as true, no matter how hard things get, you can't tear it apart.

After all, the protoss has historians like protectors to record history. A comparison will reveal something is wrong. Those contemporaries of Phoenix are not dead yet.

For example, Phoenix is ​​indeed a macho fanatic who can break mountains and crack rocks, but it would be wrong for him to boast that he can fly into the sky and escape from the ground.

If Renault hadn't been grinning so hard that his mouth almost reached the back of his head, Phoenix would still be humbly telling his seniors that his achievements are nothing compared to yours, and that he can only do it if he is a fanatic.

The moment he learned the truth, Phoenix was devastated. It feels a lot like the obscene novel you wrote in junior high school with yourself as the protagonist being exposed in front of the whole class.

Half of Kara could feel Phoenix's despair, which was doubly painful.

I heard from Tassadar that Phoenix was also asking the Dark Templar for advice on mastering the power of the void, and the dark masters would say that the closer you are to death, the closer you are to the void. For the dragon knights, they are only one step away from death itself.

At that moment, Phoenix realized the true meaning of void.

"What makes you so happy? Your Majesty." Kerrigan approached from behind, slowly hugged Augustus with her hands, and pressed her cheek against his ear. Her breath was as thin as the looming dress, carrying the fragrance of her body like a breeze blowing on her face.

Every room in the Augustgrad Palace is equipped with air convectors and temperature control devices, making it as warm as spring at any time of the year. Augustgrad is the industrial heart of the Terran Empire. Energy prices are quite stable and every household in the city can afford it.

"Nothing," replied Augustus.

"Your Majesty, you have been laughing," Kerrigan said. "Never stopped."

"Poor Phoenix, I just feel sorry for him." Augustus still had a smile on his face and his eyes were full of happiness.

"What's wrong with him?" Kerrigan pressed her head against Augustus' profile:

"Let me see it quickly."

Phoenix is ​​also an old acquaintance, he is brave and loyal, and most importantly, he understands the unique human sense of humor.

As a Grand Archon and a first-class hero among the Templars, Phoenix has never been domineering, but is easy to get along with. As hard as it is to believe, Phoenix can even dance with people.

Overall, as a protoss, Phoenix has a rather interesting soul.

"Another social death." Augustus handed the report directly to Kerrigan and concluded: "It's not the first time anyway."

He joked: "Phoenix, he used to be my best friend, but now he may have to change his identity and way of life. If Phoenix can't survive in Durham, he can come to our place, and I will immediately ask Swann to give him He applied a bucket of red paint.”

"It's not that serious." Kerrigan also smiled: "Phoenix is ​​already respected."

After all, Phoenix is ​​still a highly respected protoss hero. As the manager of the Templars, he can be said to be a role model for fanatics. After all, he still has the baggage of an idol.

In less than ten days and a half, Phoenix might not be able to recover.

The last time the black history spread across Kara, Phoenix led the fleet to the hardcore swarm alone. In all the battles, he fought bravely to take the lead and only wanted to die, but no enemy could hurt him again.

"If the bullshit that had been boasted could not survive once it was exposed, mankind would have perished long ago." Augustus was in a good mood: "Phoenix should learn from Tychus."

Shameless people are invincible. If I don't have morals, you can't morally kidnap me.

"Your Majesty, you have mentioned Tykes much more times than I have." Kerrigan nudged Augustus: "Is he the queen?"

"." Hearing what Kerrigan said, Augustus didn't know why he imagined the situation she was talking about. He shuddered suddenly and determined to deal with Tychus severely when he came back.

"Why do you think so?" He stopped smiling, realizing that Kerrigan's face had no expression at all, and couldn't help but feel guilty.

I laughed for a long time, maybe he was the clown.

Sarah Kerrigan is a wise and calm woman, a queen-like figure who sits alone in the palace and suppresses everything, so it is inevitable that she will be more controlling. Since her marriage, Augustus and Kerrigan had had only a handful of quarrels, and they were all related to other women.

"Don't think nonsense, you haven't offended me recently." Kerrigan snorted, holding the report in her hand:

"What else would you do to offend me?"

"The Purifiers not only agreed to form an alliance with us, but also settled the feud with the Durham Star Spirit. It seems that the leader of the Purifiers was not swayed by hatred and anger. Orega made a miscalculation this time." She changed the subject: "Orega thought that everyone would start a war and destroy everything because they hate the El Stars."

"But in terms of awakening the Purifier, Orega, you did a good job!" Augustus suddenly felt that this dark archon who was always thinking of causing trouble was pleasing to his eyes.

Augustus also smiled slightly when he read that the Purifiers agreed to form an alliance with the Empire, as if that was what he expected.

In order to take revenge, Orega is now jumping left and right. Who knows what crazier thing than the Purifier he will awaken next time. But for now, the resurgence of the Purifiers is beneficial to the Tyranid Empire.

No matter what, the Purifiers will never turn a blind eye to the threat of the swarm.

Although the Purifier's early awakening disrupted Augustus' original plan to a certain extent, he later decided to take advantage of it. With the addition of the Purifiers, the Terran Empire will have a better chance of winning in the next phase of its counterattack against the swarm.

It's time to gather forces and give the zerg another heavy blow. A large number of zerg brood worlds must be destroyed at once to curb their unlimited expansion.

The second-generation Overlord is very smart, but not very courageous, which means that it will not directly smash its body into Augustgrad like the previous Overlord raided Aiur.

"However, although the Purifiers determined that as long as Dalam would not enslave themselves like the Protoss Empire in the past, they would not start another war, they still refused to join Dalam." Augustus said:

"Tassadar did not force the Purifiers to join, but promised that the door of Durham would always be open to the Purifiers."

"Even if Tassadar is willing to regard the Purifiers as true compatriots, it does not mean that his people will think so. You know, even within Dalam, which only has two races: El Protoss and Nerazim Protoss. It can’t be called harmony.”

In this case, even if the Purifier agrees to join Dalam, Dalam's interior may explode directly. In the future, if Taldarin is added, it will add fuel to the fire.

But Augustus didn't need to worry about Tassadar. He believed in the prestige and ability of his old friend.

On the contrary, Tassadar's future successor must bear tremendous pressure, which depends on Artanis' courage.

"I believe Tassadar sees things more clearly than all of us, and he is the only one who can gather people's hearts." Kerrigan looked at Augustus.

"Well, the good news is that the Purifiers have agreed to fight together with the Dallam fleet. In this way, we can gather the coalition forces of the three races to drive the swarm out of the Koprulu sector again." This is what Augustus is most concerned about. matter:

"I have ordered Warfield to summon twenty-three naval squadrons to assemble on Pegasus, just waiting for the arrival of the Purifiers and Durham fleet."

"Have they agreed?" Kerrigan asked.

"The zerg are our common enemy, and it is not difficult to reach a consensus on this matter." Augustus nodded: "Even if we only severely damage the zerg swarm again, we can delay the next all-out war for a year or two. "

"It's time to fight back."

"We will definitely win again." Kerrigan was about to continue saying something when a terrifying mental scream came from the bottom of the palace.

"Emperor Dog! I, Alpha, am invincible!"

"Even if you kneel down and beg me, I won't charge the artifact again! Hahahaha!"

"Let me go! Let me go! I didn't"

"Why is that brainworm going crazy again?" Augustus just thought about it and knew who was going crazy again:

"I must be too good for it."

"It has absorbed the energy in the original splitting pool and became a real primitive brainworm." Kerrigan noticed something, and her green eyes suddenly brightened.

Immediately afterwards, as if it had received some warning, the voice of the brainworm immediately calmed down.

"But still so weak." Kerrigan sighed.

"It should now be able to keep up with the veteran brainworms like Yak and Dagos." Augustus put in a good word for Alpha:

"Even if it is so weak, it can still withstand the energy of the original split pool. You must be able to do it too, Sarah."

"I am not a zerg after all." Kerrigan sighed. Although the top biologists of the Empire and the Protoss believed that Kerrigan would not grow horns and wings like Alpha after soaking in the Primordial Split Pool, but She will still worry after all.

"We still have a chance." Augustus said: "The world is not as hopeless as you think."

"With you here, I won't lose hope." Kerrigan, who was standing behind Augustus, suddenly stretched out her hand and turned his head to the left, turning to look into his eyes.

"I'm always here." Augustus looked at the clock on the side of the wall and said to Kerrigan: "Go to bed early."

Kerrigan stared into Augustus' eyes for a moment, then turned and sat on his legs. Although Augustus was already the king of a country, he still never neglected to exercise, and he felt quite safe in his arms.

"It's dark, Your Majesty." Kerrigan opened his robe, revealing the underwear underneath:

"Your Majesty has worked hard day and night, so you should rest early."

As he spoke, Kerrigan rolled up his shirt, grabbed Augustus's right hand and placed it on his flat and firm abdomen. She indeed has an indescribable allure. Her wet red hair hangs half-covered on her chest while holding a pipa, like a succubus that confuses the world.

"How should I rest with you like this?" Although Augustus said this, he still picked up Kerrigan and put him on the bed, kissing him and saying.

"It's not like you always go to Lisa's place," Kerrigan said bitterly.

"I know." Augustus took off his coat.

Lisa Cassidy had been arranged by Kerrigan to enter the Augustgrad Palace a few years ago, and she later acquiesced to this relationship. But Lisa was the only one who could get close to Augustus in this capacity.

"Are you still thinking about other women at this time?" Kerrigan's fist hardened.

"It's obviously you who is mentioning her." Augustus asked.

"It's my fault." Kerrigan glared at her.

"Of course not," said Augustus.

"She misses you, and so do you." Kerrigan straddled Augustus, pressing him so hard that he couldn't stand up straight, and then raised her legs to reveal the black stockings on her slender legs.

"Tear it up," she said.

"I" said Augustus.

"Your Majesty, don't you like this?"

"Hiss-"

"."

"His Majesty."

"Let's have another one."

"Then let's have another one."

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