StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

The entrance to the Ultarian Rift, aboard the Alpha Squadron flagship Norad III.

Imperial Marshal Admiral Edmund Duke is dressed in a neatly ironed ivory military uniform, with dozens of glittering and eye-catching medals and medals hanging on his chest to highlight his outstanding achievements in previous all-out wars.

Just like in the past, Duke was standing on the bridge of his flagship, looking down at his majestic and majestic fleet, imagining the magnificent scene of the fleet firing in unison and displaying its might.

The lights in the starport and fleet cluster below flickered, and the propeller wakes of the battleships converged into scorching blue and red torrents, which looked majestic and imposing. There is no doubt that this is the greatest fleet of the Tyranid Empire. The gleaming white deck, the shocking muzzle and the shining golden eagle logo are enough to make every enemy of the empire tremble.

In the Tyranid Empire Navy, the battleships of Alpha Squadron look larger than similar models. In a sense, this may be true, because Duke always ordered his precious battleships to be painted over and over again when the fleet was resting, so that they could always be reviewed in a neat and new posture.

It is estimated that the paint on the Alpha Squadron battleships may be at least several inches thick.

All in all, under Duke's strict requirements, Alpha Squadron can join a grand war anytime and anywhere. Blood Eagle Alpha will prove that he is still the most powerful military force in the Tyranids, and he is still the leader of the Tyranids. The most trusted general among Emperor Augustus.

I really don’t know what Duke will do if the Terran Empire leaves him one day. Jim Raynor’s gang of rubes, clowns and idiots will sooner or later turn the palace into a circus.

Edmund Duke had no interest in political power, but he reveled in commanding a large army. He loved fighting and never tired of it.

As a result, the targets of Duke's struggle for power naturally became the officers of the Heavenly Demon Party such as Reno, Lundstein, and Harnack.

Generally speaking, Emperor Augustus would not show excessive favor to any of his ministers. This is the way to be a king. However, in his heart, a brother who had been through life and death was not as good as Duke, a "former surrender" who joined the gang halfway. "will" is different in the end.

"The emperor has no new orders yet?"

Withdrawing his gaze from his great fleet, Duke slowly turned to his adjutant, Colonel Scott: "The fleet has been in for more than forty hours, and we are just waiting at the entrance of the treasure place in a daze."

Due to the chaotic and powerful flow of high-energy particles in the Otarian Rift, which blocked communications, communication inside and outside the Rift has been completely interrupted, and ships can only be sent to communicate with the Rift.

"The last order came from four hours ago. His Majesty ordered us to continue guarding the entrance to the Otarian rift and not to let any ships or creatures come out of it." Scott is a young man with a slightly pale face, tall, Handsome and well-spoken, he is completely different from the brutal and rude Duke.

Scott had been Duke's right-hand man since the days of the Old Confederacy. To put it bluntly, Scott is the one who uses his brain the most. Even the arbitrary Duke will listen to his opinions.

This person is also very interesting. He was once a staunch supporter of the Federation. Later, he was inspired by the personal charm of Emperor Augustus and his grand vision of creating the Tyran Empire. He undoubtedly became a staunch supporter of the new empire. .

"I understand." Duke nodded.

Duke couldn't figure out why Emperor Augustus wanted Alpha Squadron to stay away from the battlefield doing nothing, but he quickly convinced himself that good steel should be put to good use.

Once again, Duke turned his head to look at the radiant Otarian fissure outside the porthole, but still could not see any trace of the enemy. Even if it was just an explosion, he was eager for some noise to come out, so that the Alpha Squadron, which had been waiting for a long time, could immediately go into battle.

Some people say that Duke is very old, but he feels that he is stronger than those young guys, and his blood has nowhere to release it.

Edmund Duke was never afraid of a challenge, if it wasn't thrilling enough. In fact, Duke didn't care who he was going to fight with, as long as he could command the army, it didn't make any difference whether the enemy was humans, protoss, bugs, or some random god.

At this moment, Duke suddenly felt his hair standing on end. This unnatural feeling could only point to a hateful creature, the protoss. Those hateful blood-red eyes further revealed his identity - Tal'darin Protoss.

Other than that, there was no warning at all. A man wearing black armor and a bloody shirt suddenly appeared on the bridge of the Norad III. This guy seemed to be teleported directly in, completely ignoring the barriers of the battlecruiser's solid bulkheads, and even passing through the dense sensor array.

This is exactly the way of the protoss. I heard that many of their buildings, such as the forge, do not even have a door, and all entrances and exits are by leaping.

But what is going on now?

"Kill him!" Duke didn't waste any time asking who he was and why he was here. The most likely scenario is that this was an assassination targeting a high-ranking Imperial commander.

"Call the guards, the bridge has been invaded by the enemy."

Without any hesitation, Duke pulled out the P-45 pistol from his waist and started shooting at the uninvited guest. This pistol of astonishing caliber is enough to lift a springtail's skull and cut a human in two.

There were many officers and soldiers on the bridge, and figures like Duke were of course protected by high-level ghost agents, but all shots were distorted by the powerful psychic power of this Tal'darim protoss.

In the blink of an eye, an annihilation shock wave swept through the entire bridge, sweeping away from the Tal'darin, knocking everyone including him to the ground, and the electronic equipment on the bridge sparkled and fell into a chaos. In the dark.

"The gap between your ridiculous weapons and the sharp blade in my hand is as big as a branch or a spear!" The Tal'darin protoss sneered and said sarcastically: "Only you humans are still using primitive and backward live ammunition projectile weapons, and you Other than that, there’s nothing else you’re good at!”

"I am Alarak, the first person to be promoted to Tal'darin." Accompanied by bursts of psychic energy, he held up the sharp blade in his hand, as if to demonstrate his authority:

"Put down your weapons. Is there any suspense left in this battle?"

As he spoke, Alarak stretched out his hand and twisted his body into the void space on his right, pulling out an invisible Imperial ghost agent. The sharp blades on his fingernails scratched the combat uniform around the ghost agent's neck, and bits and pieces of blood overflowed from the scratches.

Alarak casually threw the ghost agent who fell into coma due to the psychic shock to the ground, but rarely took any action to kill.

"Such a creature with such a short life is eager to die. If you only have this little ability, how can you deal with Eamon?" Alarak repeated his old trick and knocked out the remaining ghost agents on the bridge. This really took him a while

"You damn Tal'darin!" When he got up from the ground, Duke felt a dull pain all over his body. Right now, dozens of Imperial officers and soldiers whose life or death were unknown were lying on the bridge, and the sirens were flashing.

"What did you do to them?"

Alarak, the first ascendant of Tal'darin, is a figure who stands at the apex of Slane's power.

As an important figure in the hostile force, it is impossible for Duke not to know something. In fact, the more famous these figures were, the greater the merit Duke achieved by killing them.

According to unreliable information from the Imperial Intelligence Department, Alarak, the first ascendant, is a ruthless and sinister character who is good at conspiracy and conspiracy. He is good at playing with people's hearts and manipulating power. If the high-ranking lord Marash rules Tal'darin with his powerful strength and cruel methods, then Alarak relies more on his superb skills to move among various forces and control everyone.

Of course, as the first upgraded person today, Alarak's power is not unpowerful.

"They can't die yet." The tall Tal'darin Star Spirit looked down at Duke's angry eyes: "If you have time to care about the life and death of others, why not care more about yourself."

Alarak noticed that the human in front of him was not afraid at all - no, he did feel timid, which is human nature, but soon, this person would be controlled by a series of hormones secreted in the body, Becoming irritable and reckless. In other words, the butt takes over the brain.

When Alarak slowly walked towards Duke, only a few steps away from him, the old general pounced on the number one man in Tal'darin like a tiger, and swung his fist towards his gray and sickly body. The face waved over.

But then, Alarak easily dodged the blow and knocked Duke to the ground with a harder and faster punch.

Alarak had to hold back on this punch, otherwise Duke would have had more than just an extra panda eye on his face.

"Your fist is as soft as a kitten, and your thinking is as slow as a pug. Oh~ even the weakest Tal'darin Death Apostle is much tougher and more powerful than you."

"I've racked my brains and can't figure out what's so great about your ridiculous salamander head." As Alarak walked, he used the sharp blade on his finger to swipe across the screen on the console, his words always There is a hint of sarcasm in it: "Is your emperor really unavailable?"

"You should learn from Tal'darin."

"Bah!" Duke spat.

"Listen to me, you losers are not worthy of me personally." Of course Alarak knew what was going on in Duke's mind.

"No time to chat, your pathetic emperor is trapped in Urna. He is such a complete fool, he didn't even know he fell into Emon's trap!" He sneered: "If you want to save him, you must believe me and send a fleet to Urna immediately!"

"Hmph, I thought he was a valuable character, but I made a mistake."

"Do you think I'm a fool?" Duke couldn't possibly believe the enemy's words. In just a few words, he couldn't figure out what situation Alarak was talking about, and he couldn't figure out why the Tal'darin turned his back on him. The god of darkness came to give mankind a message.

"Yes, but that's not important." Alarak smiled coldly: "Still, do you think you are very smart?"

"If I wanted you to die, I would have ripped off your head long ago, so why bother spending more time with you."

"Ask yourselves, what value do you have that is worthy of my use, worthy of me lowering my status to deceive you? Isn't it sincere enough for the first promoted person to appear in person?" Alarak said: "You have really disappointed me. "

"If both Marash and Gilana had died in Atriais last time, now I would be the new high-ranking lord, and I would be able to order all the Tal'darins without having to go there myself."

In just a few words, Duke was convinced that this damn protoss was even more hateful than Jim Raynor. These crazy Celestial beings who were drunk on terazine were mentally abnormal and their words were irritating.

"You'd better kill me quickly while you still have a chance, otherwise I will throw you into the garbage dump like a dead dog." Duke is stalling for time. Soon, the elite guards of Alpha Squadron will Will rush to the flagship. It seemed like this Tal'darin didn't intend to kill him yet, otherwise he would have done it long ago.

"I don't know what you are talking about, but if you want me to betray the emperor, give up as soon as possible!"

"So loyal-" Alarak stared at Duke and said: "But I am convinced that your emperor is trapped in Urna now. His biggest mistake was to lead a group of Templars into Urna , and now they are all corrupted by Amon."

"In order to save your leader's life, I don't mind reminding you once again to send a fleet into Urna immediately, otherwise it will be too late."

"The only way to win is to do better than your enemy, General. If you ask for death, then my methods will make your death more worthwhile."

"No one," Duke said every word, "No one can mobilize his troops beyond the emperor!"

"nobody!"

"Tsk tsk, poor coward, even if you die, it is better than living in fear." Seeing that his persuasion was fruitless, Alarak had no choice but to say this coldly.

Just when Alarak decided to say something else, several Durham aircraft carriers suddenly jumped out of the three-dimensional map of the tactical platform of the Norad III that was still lit.

These aircraft carriers look very strange. Not only is there a strange red light lingering on the golden blue armor, but they are followed closely by many Purifier Protoss warships that are firing.

"All imperial warships, stop those Durham warships!"

The communication stream of the Purifier battleship suddenly flashed on the bridge, and the sentences were as concise as ever.

"I saw it. This is enough to prove that what I said is true."

"The beasts are out of the cage, they are the vicious dogs of the void." Alarak said: "Each one is a thousand times more terrifying than your most powerful human warrior."

"Amon corrupted Kara and turned the Templars into his lackeys, but Tal'darin doesn't have Kara, and we don't need such a weak and ridiculous thing."

Although Alarak had realized at this time that the Emperor of the Tyranid Empire might not need to be saved at all, it didn't matter at all.

Alarak was not really in a hurry to save him, it was just a means to gain the trust of humans, and it was enough to remind them.

"What are you waiting for? Smash the ships of those Templars! Their ridiculous warships are as fragile and vulnerable as beautiful shells." Alarak's tone was as if he was the leader of this human fleet. Commander, he stared at the menacing Durham battleship, his bright red eyes flashing with hatred and hatred.

"They are now Eamon's lackeys, a bunch of wretches who have no control over their own destiny." He shouted to Duke: "Don't you understand? This universe is going to end, Eamon wants us all dead! "

"Do it quickly, before they break your neck. Next time, I won't remind you kindly."

"There's no need for you to give me orders." Duke straightened his expression: "Damn it, but you have to fix my ship."