StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

The Ark of Salvation, the Pride of Otalis, which was confirmed to have fallen into the hands of Amon, brought a large Protoss Empire fleet and attacked with an almost crazy attitude as soon as it appeared.

Although they have disappeared for many years, the Supreme Council and its staunch followers who have completed the reorganization choose to return at this time, and their strength cannot be underestimated.

After the civil war in the Protoss Empire, division was inevitable. Tassadar could not bear to kill his compatriots, and eventually parted ways with the Supreme Council, which was almost falling apart.

These are two forces representing tradition and change.

The Supreme Council took away 1/5 to 1/4 of the former Aiur population, which was a quite large number for the increasingly declining protoss community.

In the current Supreme Council fleet, there are particularly many Arbiters. This slow-moving support warship is the exclusive vehicle of the Arbitrator class and is imbued with the powerful psychic power of Apostle Kara. The Arbiter is equipped with powerful space-time weapons that can turn the tide of battle.

After losing the support of the Templar class headed by Tassadar, more and more Arbitrators joined the battlefield.

The elite guards and powerful psychic warriors who are loyal to the Council maintain the remaining glory of the Protoss Empire. Since the number of Templars under their command has been greatly reduced, the Supreme Council has to use more unmanned machines to enter the battlefield. .

Ironically, under the rule of the Supreme Council, the Karai class has invisibly filled the power vacuum caused by the lack of the Templar class, and its status has actually been greatly improved.

On the contrary, Tassadar's efforts to establish a class system met with great resistance among the Duram protoss, mainly the Templars and Kalai.

The strength of the Supreme Council fleet was indeed somewhat beyond the expectations of the emperor. He immediately mobilized the fleets of Mira Han and Alexei Stokov to attack, and at the same time deployed them around Aiur to deal with the attack of the insect swarm and the gold fleet. The Purifier fleet also detached its fleet to come to support.

Led by the flagship Pride of Otalis, large numbers of people gathered under the Supreme Council and fought out of the emerging rifts in time and space. From the perspective of the imperial fleet, this fleet is completely coming from the direction of the sun, almost bathed in golden flames.

The Pride of Otalis is the Ark's sister ship of the same class as the Spear of Adun. Its design and completion are a masterpiece of Karai engineering in that glorious era, dwarfing even the most powerful Imperial warships in the world. The Star Spirit Empire of this era was huge and unparalleled.

It was an era of extremely prosperous technology and ideas. The Protoss Empire only built three arks not because they could only build three. This is by no means an exaggeration.

Mira's raider fleet was the first to make contact with the Supreme Council fleet. This fleet is known for its almost swift and wild attack methods, and most of its soldiers come from the Port of the Dead.

There was no communication between the two sides before the war began. The enemy ships opened fire as soon as they entered the range. In an instant, the area was filled with countless death rays, which was gorgeous and terrifying.

"Start pre-war cockpit setup and adjustments."

On the flight deck of the Gorgon-class battlecruiser Annihilation Messenger, Captain Wes Carter was making final adjustments in his car, waiting for the order to take off.

This is a Deimos Viking fighter. As its name suggests, Deimos is the god of fear, the embodiment of fear. The Deimos Viking is stronger than the ordinary Viking and is one of its derivatives.

Since entering service, Weiss has flown this fighter aircraft to bring endless fear to the enemies of the Empire.

Looking left and right through the cockpit, the Viking fighter jets on the acceleration ramp were shining with a blade-like black luster under the light of the signal lights, and the mounted Lanzer Flying Thunder reminded people that this was the real deal. war machine.

At this time, Weiss couldn't help but think that many of the Viking fighter pilots were new faces. He has seen them, and some of them even have the face of a child.

As the war goes on, personnel transfers become more and more frequent, and there is always a shortage of excellent and experienced fighter pilots.

First the zerg, then the protoss, and now the void creatures. Nowadays, some people still believe that the earth is the center of the universe and humans are the masters of the universe. How arrogant and ignorant.

With the roar of engines and the roar of tearing the air, multiple Viking fighters took off one after another until Weiss's fighter soared into the sky.

As soon as the Annihilation Messenger sailed out, Weiss saw a magnificent scene. The side of the mothership extended like a broken cantilever until it got further and further away. The Annihilation Herald is a new Gorgon battlecruiser that's bigger, stronger, and better.

Only at this time can Weiss intuitively feel the hugeness of the Imperial fleet. Everywhere outside the radar scan map, there are Imperial warships connected together like pearl necklaces scattered in the wind. .

Thousands of fighter planes are flying out of the mothership one after another. Their tall and straight posture reminds people of the unyielding war eagle.

In addition to Vikings, there are also a large number of Griffins, Valkyries, Ice Dragons and Wraith Fighters. Although most of the equipment from the old era has been eliminated, some models that are widely praised in the military are still retained today and have been replaced with new weapons, armor, shields and electronic equipment to meet more severe battlefield needs.

"Course confirmed."

Weiss drove the fighter plane quickly away from his own fleet, followed by many friendly fighter planes.

Just in front of them, a larger fleet was approaching quickly. Those golden-blue warships and light fighter planes were as gorgeous and delicate as ever.

Protoss.

Although those guys who think they are superior to others are extremely difficult to deal with and always have an unbearable sense of superiority, they are always much kinder and kinder than the zerg.

The key to making friends with the protoss is whether you can gain their respect and attention, which is much harder than killing a thousand alien dragons.

When the Empire and the Durham Protoss first established military exchange relations, Weiss had dealt with those Protoss fighter pilots. He had just come out of a training session at Tarsonis Air Force Base and felt like a superman who could do anything.

By then the swarm had been driven back, and the long-lost peace had finally arrived. It was a good time.

Weiss had considered the possibility of war with the Protoss, but never thought it would be so soon, after all their relationship with Durham seemed unbreakable. Unexpectedly, the two sides still started fighting.

A huge shadow entered Weiss's field of vision at this moment, and the Annihilation Messenger actually seemed insignificant compared to it.

No matter in terms of beauty and elegance, or armament and firepower, no human warship can compare with it so far. In other words, it can only be the product of an extremely powerful interstellar empire reaching its peak and its ambitions reaching its peak.

"Target found." Weiss glanced at the numbers on the heads-up display and realized that this thing was really huge: "She occupies the entire radar scan, which is undoubtedly the pride of Altaris."

From the slender bow to the graceful broad rear deck, the giant ship was shrouded in a breathtaking halo, like the stars on the celestial sphere moving along their fixed trajectory.

Now the Pride of Otalis has fallen into darkness, as if the beautiful ship made of gold and blue crystal is covered with dark blue crystal traces of void corruption, but this cannot cover up her beauty and elegance at all.

Like a dimly lit city, the countless crystals dotted on the Pride of Otalis flicker bit by bit, making it extremely spectacular against the dark cosmic background.

Wes might actually think this was beautiful if he weren't in the middle of a war.

Wes knew he was no bigger than any random speck of light on the Pride of Altaris.

The Pride of Otalis is so beautiful and powerful that even the will to resist can hardly arise in front of her. Even the Gorgon looks small and shabby in comparison.

On the human side, probably only the Xel'Naga World Ship can compete with it.

"Discovered the Phoenix fighter fleet, at the ten o'clock direction, directly above the relative position."

"Under attack!"

"I can't stand it anymore!"

A large group of protoss fighter planes are approaching in the direction of the Pride of Altaris. These proud phoenixes have smooth body curves, and their huge and scorching tail flames really look like blue wings.

The Durham Protoss only began to equip a large number of Phoenix fighters after the Brood War. I don't know where the Supreme Council got these from.

The Phoenix fighter's maneuverability far exceeds that of most human aircraft. It is no exaggeration to say that being targeted by them, whether in the atmosphere or in outer space, is bound to be a dead end.

"Radar lock. Use violent missiles to attack the target."

The speed of both the enemy and ourselves was very fast. Weiss had just put a Phoenix fighter jet heading straight towards him into the aiming circle. His wingman, another Viking fighter jet on the left, approached the fighter jet in a tacit understanding. Expand the pincer maneuver.

But the opponent's speed was too fast, and he suddenly disappeared from sight under the sudden increase in speed of the secondary thruster.

Most of the time, the Phoenix is ​​far out of sight and will not be easily caught by you. You can only use missiles to deal with these extremely fast guys.

Two missiles weighing several hundred pounds exited the cabin. The interlaced missile trajectories quickly disappeared beyond visual distance. The locked Phoenix fighter immediately rolled and performed evasive maneuvers, leaving the missiles far behind.

A series of exploding light spots kept flashing in the distance. Due to the long distance, Weiss couldn't tell whether they were missiles or fighter planes.

"Target lost." One of the two wingmen behind Weiss, a Viking fighter, was reporting, but suddenly shouted: "They are above! Avoid! Avoid!"

Three Phoenix fighter jets suddenly appeared behind Weiss, chasing him fiercely and furiously. With extraordinary dexterity and extraordinary maneuverability, these Phoenixes are able to turn around with incredible agility and quickly approach their enemies, launching attacks like a flashpoint.

The writer of the Viking fighter operating manual was as strict as if he required all of his pilots to be supermen, but more often than not, the protoss was the real superman. With faster reactions and sharper thinking, those who dominate the sky have always been top warriors.

A Viking was hit, and two blue ion energy beams passed through its outstretched wings, instantly shattering it. The pilot of the fighter plane may have fainted, or he may have died in an instant without saying a word.

For a moment, a young, energetic face flashed before Weiss's eyes.

For Viking pilots, death was nothing but commonplace.

Weiss and the remaining Viking fighter jets immediately split up and sped away, and the three Phoenix fighter jets following them had to split up to pursue them.

When Weiss noticed that there was only one Phoenix fighter chasing him, he vowed to make the other party regret his slight.

The Phoenix fighter was still in hot pursuit, but the powerful thrust of the Deimos Viking fighter's thrusters prevented it from being so helpless. The speed of the two fighters is still rising. If they were in the atmosphere, this would be enough for them to disintegrate instantly.

Only after fighting against these Phoenix fighters do you know how difficult they are to deal with, and Weiss knew this well. Weiss has been a Viking pilot for several years, but these Protoss pilots may have had a hundred or two hundred years of flying experience before flying a Phoenix.

But it will be easier to deal with them now, because the anger in Kara will affect the judgment of these pilots.

Good thing they're already half crazy.

In a very short period of time, Weiss was constantly climbing or diving.

The universe is not a flat surface. To be precise, there is no concept of ground and sky, which places higher requirements on fighter pilots. But in the same way, a real ace pilot can also imagine his own position and deal with the enemy from any angle and in any way.

Enemy planes are always close behind, and as long as one mistake is made, it may be doomed, but Weiss is the winner.

He kept turning and performing high-speed maneuvers, guessing that the enemy was actually going crazy. At a certain moment, the Phoenix fighter jet jumped out from under his fighter plane, and immediately opened a distance of several thousand yards.

Weiss adjusted the nose and angle of the plane, imagining that he was diving downwards, locked onto the Phoenix fighter, selected six missiles, and fired them all.

This time, the attack finally worked. Wes heard a silent scream, and didn't know if he was calling out to Cass or Adon, or asking the gods to forgive him for his crimes.

He flew over the two balls of fire created by the enemy planes, secretly calculating that this was the third Phoenix he had shot down. Among all the enemies, the most difficult one to deal with was probably the Devourer. That monster still remains fresh in Weiss' memory to this day.

Unconsciously, he was very close to the Pride of Otalis.

At the same time, Weiss was surprised to find that another behemoth appeared, and it was the Arkship Spear of Adun.

A unique scene suddenly appeared in front of Weiss. Two unparalleled protoss arks were bombarding each other. There were countless flashing light spots in two evenly matched directions, which were countless human and protoss battleships.

After working on it for many days, I always felt that the writing was very bad, and I felt that I could no longer write novels.