StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

This is a temple so large and magnificent that it is suffocating. The spectacular hexagonal pillars support the solemn dome. The perfect lines that go straight into the sky radiate soft green light, creating a picture of supernatural mystery and mystery. A sense of power.

Passing through the forest of stone pillars and across the continuous corridors, gorgeous and magnificent altars extend forward along the ancient walls on the left and right sides. The huge open stone steps are dotted with gorgeous carvings. Every detail comes from perfect and careful tailoring, flawless and natural, as if all the beauty in the world is a deliberate imitation of it.

Looking upward, the towering dome is like a giant stretched net, made of slender beams and giant crystals that emit bright blue light.

But when he actually stepped into the Palace of Ascension, Augustus could clearly feel the gloomy death aura spreading inside.

In stark contrast to this beauty, are the traces of destruction all over the Ascension Palace.

At Augustus' feet, the collapsed pillars fell into jagged boulders, and crystal fragments were scattered in the huge corridor, shimmering like gravel in the sun. Countless shrines and sacred objects that could be called works of art were broken into pieces and abandoned like worn-out shoes.

This is no less than setting a fire in the greatest palace of human art and burning all the treasures.

"Xel'Naga - no -"

Even Augustus, a man who was not very sensitive to spiritual energy, could realize that something was wrong, let alone the protoss like Artanis and Zeratul.

Because of his extreme shock, Artanis even separated from the crowd, walking alone among the collapsed stone statues and pillars of the Palace of Ascension with the light of the psychic blade in his hand, looking for proof that the Xel'Naga had existed here.

Zeratul also wanted to follow, but Augustus stretched out his hand and held him firmly by his side.

"Guys, it's very strange here." Renault looked around and noticed that the traces of destruction in the Ascension Palace were not left recently, and there were no signs of hybrids entering it before.

"It seems that there has been a tragic battle here." Zeratul looked past the load-bearing walls rising like flames and looked at the interlaced three-dimensional vaults: "What kind of enemy can invade Urna? Be an enemy of the Xel'Naga?"

Suddenly, Zeratul suddenly said: "This is the battle of the gods."

"The Palace of Ascension." Purifier Executive Officer Koralion stood on the spiral staircase, his bright orange eyes as bright as torches: "The war has spread here, and even the gods cannot stay away."

At this time, hundreds of people had entered the Ascension Palace. A small number were the elite Durhams led by Artanis, and the rest were Augustus's royal guards and purifiers, each exploring the temple. , the flashes of psychic blades and searchlights loomed in the darkness.

Compared with the Dallam protoss who really penetrated deep into the Ascension Palace, the Tyran Empire and Purifier troops have actually been occupying positions close to the entrance and never strayed far away. If a war started at this time, they would at least guard the main road and be able to reach the entrance. Ram Star Spirit is blocked in it.

Through the light falling from the dome, huge corpses can be seen among the collapsed walls and broken crystals. From Augustus's human perspective, this was also a creature lacking in beauty. Their corpses were huge and bloated, and their ugly heads were covered with tumor-like lumps and huge squid-like tendrils.

Presumably in the imagination of Artanis and others, there should be a scene like this in the Palace of Ascension: as if the gods cast by the sun are bathing in the light, solemnly waiting for the audience of the two destined races, as if It was like that when they were walking among the protoss in Aiur.

And as Augustus already knew.

The gods are dead.

He's not sleeping, he's really dead.

It is more like the charnel house of the gods than the hall of sacred ascension.

Augustus stepped over a collapsed pillar carved with plant patterns, and observed the Xel'Naga in front of him, which was covered under the ruins, with only its huge head exposed through the light of the searchlight on the power armor.

Once you see the true face of Xel'Naga, the legendary creator and the god regarded by the stars, the mystery shrouded in countless myths, legends and temple totems will disappear.

"It's so ugly." Tychus stood behind Augustus, looking at him with his weird eyes, and said mercilessly.

"Are there any living people?" Renault's voice echoed in the silent Ascension Palace, but did not receive any response.

"Your god is dead." Tychus struck again.

"They are all dead, and they have been dead for a long time." Zeratul let out a long sigh.

If so, who had given him revelations in the Temple of Ares before? But Zeratul then thought that there might still be surviving Xel'Naga who survived the battle between the gods in Urna.

"Who do you think did it?" Augustus looked around at the crowd.

"It must be Eamon." Renault said: "Now it seems that he is the winner of this war, because the loser has already died."

Eamon is also a xel'naga, and this needs no further proof.

"He betrayed the gods," Zeratul said.

"Perhaps he just thought that it was your gods who betrayed him." Augustus just shook his head and said nothing more.

At this time, Augustus noticed a burst of spiritual wailing that sounded like tears in the distance from the location of the Daram star spirit. Such strong mental fluctuations were enough to affect a human being like Augustus, so much so that he also felt a sore nose and heartache.

Compared with humans, the response from the Durham Protoss was much greater. Some of the Templars and Dark Templars knelt on one knee in front of Xel'Naga's body to express their condolences. People even let out a sob from a spiritual level from time to time.

These protoss warriors with a heart of steel and a firm will may have been fighting on the battlefield for hundreds of years. It is unimaginable that such warriors would let out such weak spiritual wails. It can be seen that the tragic scene before them has dealt a huge blow to them. big.

Both the El Protoss and the Sagulath Protoss have devout respect and admiration for the creator Xel'Naga.

This is a breakdown in faith.

On the contrary, an old magician like Zeratul looks much calmer, but his eyes that are so opaque have a bit more wisdom that can understand the philosophy of the world. No matter what, Zeratul can always predict more things than ordinary people. He is always on the second level or even the third or fourth level.

"Are they crying?" Tychus couldn't understand. For an indifferent person like him, those were just crocodile tears.

"This is too rare." Raynor didn't have any good impressions of Xel'Naga at all. He was just sad about what happened to the protoss. Who could have imagined that the god he had believed in for thousands of years was actually dead, leaving only a half-mad evil god in the void.

Protoss and humans also have rich emotions, which is why they are regarded as a higher intelligent race equal to humans, rather than monsters like zerg.

Augustus sighed deeply.

My friends.

Don't cry yet.

There will be times when I cry harder in the future.

"What a powerful essence!"

Before Augustus could say anything else, a huge black shadow flashed past him, it was Dehaka and Alpha the brainworm.

"I don't know how the old bacon that has been dusted for billions of years tastes." Brainworm smacked his lips: "It looks quite oily - it needs to be packed up for the queen and princesses to take back."

Thinking of getting compliments, Brainworm was so happy that he wanted to wag his tail.

Dehaka's movements became faster. He rushed towards the Xel'naga corpse, tore open a large mass of flesh and blood with one claw, and stuffed it into his mouth without any scruples, eating so much. It is full of fragrance.

After just chewing a few mouthfuls, Dehaka's body was undergoing transformation at an astonishing speed. Not only did his body shape increase by more than ten inches in a few seconds, but the gray-green skin also had refraction like a spider web. The cracks glowing with golden light look more and more like Red Lotus Godzilla.

And the brainworm above Dehaka's head got directly into Xel'Naga's body, and disappeared all of a sudden.

However, when Dehaka desperately picked up Ernaga's body, the scene was extremely horrifying.

They are both primitive zerg, and it is their instinct to absorb powerful essence. Even though the Xel'Naga here have been dead for countless years, they are still a great supplement to the original zerg.

"Hold it," Reno shouted.

Dehaka is one of our own, so it’s okay to give it a few bites, but you have to check what the occasion is. Seeing that the gods were dead, the stars were all sad, but you wanted to eat their gods in front of them.

How blasphemous.

Humans can’t stand it anymore.

After hearing this, several Royal Guard Marines in heavy armor immediately grabbed Dehaka's tail and pulled outwards with all their strength, but they were still unable to pull out the original zerg with red eyes.

I saw Dehaka desperately pulling the ground with his strong hind limbs and claws, fighting against the Royal Guards who kept pulling behind him, wishing he could claw out sparks.

In such a serious atmosphere, this scene was so funny that Augustus couldn't help but cover his face with his hands.

Except for the protoss, no one here would be in awe of the dead Creator, and Dehaka wanted to lick the corpse in public.

Rather, it was already licking.

Eat on the spot.

Fortunately, Augustus had the foresight and did not let in more primitive zerg, otherwise there would be a gluttonous feast that would make the protoss furious.

For a moment, the scene seemed chaotic. Fortunately, it did not attract the attention of the Durham Star Spirit. Augustus also turned a blind eye.

Just like Augustus's excuse for abducting Dehaka - following him will lead to a powerful essence.

For Augustus, the stronger Dehaka is, the greater the chance of defeating Zulwin, the Zongzu, and becoming the new generation supreme overlord of the original Zerg swarm. In this way, the threat to the Tyranid Empire's borders was eliminated once and for all, and the primal zerg were harvested as a major aid in the fight against Amon.

The same is true for this brainworm.

Bringing them all was also part of Augustus' plan.

"Eamon!" At this moment, Artanis's spiritual roar, like thunderous explosions, came from the depths of the temple in the distance. He must have been extremely angry at this time, and he had already thought that this might be Tada. The work of Amon, the dark god of Lin.

"Did you do this?"

"Eamonn!"

"I know you are here!" Artanis looked at the interlaced arch-ribbed dome at the top of the Palace of Ascension:

"Face me, you coward!"

Augustus rarely saw Artanis angry, but since entering Urna, he had been greatly stimulated more times than in the past years of acquaintance with Augustus combined.

Presumably his mentality at this time was completely different from Archbishop Artanis of Durham who shouldered the responsibility of saving the protoss in the original timeline.

"This kid is so angry." Hearing what Artanis said, Tychus smiled: "Then Eamon is not a fool, how could he really answer him!"

Unexpectedly, the next moment, the boulder shook in the direction Artanis was looking, projecting a gray red light.

"Not good!" Zeratul looked at the ominous red light.

"A gate to the void is opening."

"Urna, the cradle of life. It is your beginning and your end."

"In the abyss, only the figure of the Eternal extends forward, across the realm of annihilation." A mocking voice emerged from it: "Do you want to seek salvation in this empty temple?"

"You will find nothing. There is only the historical truth that Xel'Naga has failed long ago."

"Come on, Artanis."

"I will end this cycle of corruption."

"I will grant you liberation in annihilation."

In an instant, all the Templars, including Artanis, let out bursts of spiritual screams under the influence of the red light, hugging their heads in pain, and the blue psychic flames in their eyes were filled with energy. The redness of blood. The surrounding Dark Templar warriors were also stunned, completely confused as to what was going on.

Some Dark Templar attempted to come to the aid of their Templar friends, but were immediately attacked without mercy.

At this moment, their minds seemed to be completely filled with horrific murmurs and angry roars.

"Endless hatred!" a Templar cried: "Endless pain!"

"Eamonn, he's got Kara!"

"What's going on? What are these protoss going crazy about?" Tychus couldn't figure out why these protoss seemed to be completely crazy just after being howled by Emon.

All these changes happened too quickly. Just now Artanis was scolding Eamon, but in the blink of an eye, he appeared and corrupted Kara.

"Kara!" With the reminder from the Second Hall of Revelation, Zeratul immediately understood what he said: "Amon corrupted the Templars through Kara, just like he corrupted the void."

"Atanis, cut off your connection with Kara!" Augustus had long wanted to say this.

It finally came, I didn’t expect Eamonn to move so quickly.

At this time, some of the wailing Durham Templars had completely lost their sanity and began to attack their compatriots and friendly forces. Colorarion and Renault had to order their troops to fight back.

Only powerful Templars such as Artanis and Selendis, who are powerful and determined, can temporarily compete with Amon's will, but it seems that they cannot hold on for long.

"Executor Coralion, there is only one way to help them get rid of Eamon's control." In the shortest time, Augustus has figured out what the situation is now. At the first moment, he looked at Purifier executive officer Korora Leon.

"I'm going to save Artanis." Zeratul stepped out from the crowd, but was stopped by Colorarion.

"Stand back." Koralion stepped forward, his huge mechanical body extremely majestic and majestic: "Let us meet the executives of this generation for a moment."

As Coralion strides forward, the dozens of Purifier Legion soldiers behind him are also undergoing astonishing transformations. The influx of large amounts of intelligent personality data makes their orange-white bodies suddenly glow with dazzling golden light. .

"Visiting the Purifier Council personality."

"Loading executive officer andinunn's intelligent personality."

"Loading the intelligent personality of Executor Damiarch."

"Executor Olaeria."

"Executor Ashredar."

"Damius the Executor."

"Ccipion the Executor."

"Executor Garudion."

"Executor Aldrion."

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The recent official book "Evolution" mentioned that the Xel'Naga of Urna can extract the essence of Xel'Naga.