StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

Augustus didn't know what the imperial soldiers on the battlefield were thinking at the moment, but he could definitely feel the same.

Everyone has been fighting for a day and a night, but they haven't gotten much rest at all, especially those in the outermost positions. Even being rotated down to sleep for a while has become a luxury. By the second half of the day, the side effects of stimulants had brought about a series of adverse reactions, which were even more unbearable.

The air on the battlefield is always filled with the deadly poisonous mist of scorpions, like a layer of gray mold covering the battlefield. Even if the rear can send hot food at this time, there is no way to eat it at the moment.

Just like before, this battle that doesn't know when it will end is cruel and difficult.

Enemies came from all directions, and battles broke out on multiple fronts. As soon as Amon's protoss, zerg, and void creatures came up, they launched a fierce attack at all costs, so the battle was very difficult right after it started.

The casualties could not be controlled at all, and the headquarters had to send its reserve troops in advance to fill the front line. Because once the enemy opens a gap on the battlefield, there is absolutely no possibility of closing it again.

At first, the wounded could be sent to the temporary medical station in the center of the temple, but then the situation began to deteriorate, and the lightly wounded continued to fight after receiving simple treatment.

During this period, Augustus personally led the royal guards as the last reserve, ready to go to the areas where the situation was most critical.

Such a mission can only be carried out by the most well-equipped Royal Guards. Each of them is equipped with a personal shield, and the firepower is powerful enough to launch a counterattack to regain the lost position.

The Royal Guard is not only Augustus' personal guard, but also the decisive weapon that will be put into the battlefield at the most critical moment and give the enemy a fatal blow.

"Is anyone still alive? Brothers, is there anyone who can breathe?"

Tychus lit a cigarette with a piece of melted steel, and followed Augustus into a bunker that was already misfired.

There were originally four Marines in the bunker, and two more later entered.

Now they are all dead.

Everyone was leaning against the reinforced panels of the bunker motionless, as quiet as if they were asleep. Only blood was slowly flowing out from the broken armor.

The space in the bunker is still too small for six marines wearing power armor, but it is still decorated like a warm home. In addition to weapon racks and ammunition boxes, food bags were hung at the entrance. The remaining space was filled with parts boxes stacked for loading and unloading cargo, which was barely enough space to sit.

What killed these people was a hybrid that somehow broke in, like an eagle breaking into a chicken coop.

Several Royal Guards took off the identification tags and Gauss rifles of these marines. If they had to, they would take away the remains of the victims, but they definitely couldn't take them away now.

Augustus moved from one soldier's broken corpse to another, aware that they had gone through the torture of being quartered before death, and that the pale faces were twisted with pain, so distorted that they no longer looked like human faces. Just like the Queen of Blades can tear apart hybrids with her hands, hybrids can also kill human soldiers in the same way.

Powered armor is as fragile as paper to these monsters, and only heavy armor like the CMC-660 can withstand a few more hits.

Continuing to fight against monsters like the hybrid has far exceeded the endurance limit of these soldiers. It is like they are living in a nightmare from which they can never wake up.

Thinking this way, Augustus also hoped that all this could end soon. This is not due to fear, but to deep psychological exhaustion.

Through the firing hole of the torn bunker in front of him, Augustus could see the smoldering flames on the battlefield, the torn corpses piled up like mountains, and the dizzying bright red spread across every corner.

Black smoke and twisted steel bars stretched staggered into the sky. Among the ruins of the protoss temple and the ruins of the steel fortifications lay grotesque corpses, most of which were zerg. Whether they were shot open by artillery shells or sieved by spike bullets, the bleeding corpses didn't look like a group of flattened bugs, but like large beasts with skin and flesh turned out.

A just-dead thunder beast was prostrate not far ahead, with two huge King's Blade fangs spread out on the ground like a pair of staggered scissors, like a beast whose skin had been peeled off, revealing two bloody limbs. Ridge and ribs of beef. The most common thunder beasts are several stories high and weigh hundreds of tons. The swarm uses such giant beasts to rush into the battle line and trample the fleeing enemies.

To the front left is the wreckage of the Gorgon-class battlecruiser Ghost in the Mist, the 112th Gorgon built by the Tyranid Empire.

During its service, this battleship participated in various major battles with the fleet and made outstanding achievements. Now it is used as a temporary ground fortress.

The Ghost in the Mist is parked quietly in the distance, like a beached black whale. All kinds of zerg creatures are drilling in and out of the huge wounds on its surface. From a distance, it looks like Shipworms in rotten wood.

This is the way the swarm always fights, which is to overwhelm everything with overwhelming numerical superiority.

Humanity has always been fighting against waves of enemies.

You can usually build breakwaters to hold back the tide, but you can never completely defeat it. No matter how strong the dam is, it will be destroyed one day.

At this time, the sky was still filled with orange-red flames, and the horizon was red. From time to time, huge beams of light penetrated the clouds and rained down death. Various explosions intertwined together without stopping for a moment.

It seemed that the sky was about to get bright, but on this night, the sky never really darkened.

No matter how miserable and desperate the scene was, Augustus had already seen it and experienced it. He was used to death.

The war started not in a small town on an edge planet, but in the entire Koprulu sector, even as far away as the edge of the known human world.

Maybe even the earth is at war. Since the UED expeditionary force was defeated, the empire has never received news from the solar system. But there is no need to expect that people on earth will help out for the sake of kinship. Judging from past experience, as long as they don't stab you in the back, thank God.

Looking around, the world outside the core world of the Tyran Empire is already in flames of war.

The reason why the golden fleet and the swarm failed to go further was because Augustus desperately opened a new battlefield in Aiur. In order to protect his avatar, Amon could only temporarily mobilize these troops.

In this way, the worlds that were besieged by Aemon's armies were saved.

As suddenly as it came, the shadow of death hanging over each planet disappeared almost instantly. The Golden Fleet rushed to Aiur desperately, and even the Swarm abandoned the worlds it had occupied, freeing the Imperial forces to burn away the infection.

This interstellar human empire has thousands of colonial planets, hundreds of which are inhabited by humans alone, and at least 10 billion people have been saved as a result.

Although not every warrior who comes to Aiur's battlefield can understand - the more enemies appear here, the safer their hometown will be. As long as they have to face fear and despair, their own families don't have to.

"Back off! Back off!"

"Retreat to the third line of defense."

"They're coming!"

The first and second outermost positions have been abandoned in exchange for greater strategic depth. Taking advantage of the gaps between enemy attacks, the remaining personnel must retreat from their previous positions as early as possible, taking away as much ammunition and wounded as possible.

The reason why the enemy can still give them some breathing time is just waiting for more troops to arrive to accumulate enough strength to organize a larger-scale attack.

Augustus walked out of the ruins of the bunker and saw many Imperial and Durham warriors retreating back in an orderly manner.

Those previously added to the ground battlefield were battle-hardened Imperial veterans, and the youngest ones also grew up during the Second Total War. But now there are no troops in the fleet that can be transported to the ground battlefield. Even if there are, most transport ships and airdrop pods cannot reach the ground.

Now the skies of Aiur are filled with Leviathan and corrupted Golden Fleet battleships. All fighter planes are used to fight for the sky. The ground is filled with running and roaring zerg - the enemy is about to defeat them.

At the beginning, the attacks were just the El worm swarms left over from the Brood War and the most common hybrid species.

Until now, what they were facing were already swarms of thunder beasts and even wild beasts, as well as the more powerful dominant one-eyed hybrid beast.

After confirming that everyone had evacuated, Augustus and his royal guards also withdrew into the last line of defense in the core area of ​​the temple. The last line of defense consists of a large number of planetary fortresses and protoss buildings loaded with photon overload. There is also an artillery position in front of the Xel'Naga artifact. When the enemy attacks the temple, the artillery will also take up battle.

Terrans and Protosss fight side by side here, you can see Marine infantry fireteams standing and firing beneath the Immortals' deadly energy fields, or you can see Oracles peering into the ripples of time to provide Imperial artillery with the location of enemy forces. coordinate.

"Your Majesty, the Golden Fleet has broken through our defenses and at least two hundred protoss aircraft carriers have disappeared from our radar." At this time, the voice of Admiral Gaskaville came from Augustus's communication channel , followed by continuous explosions.

Admiral Gascavel is the commander of the Empire's Tenth Fleet, which was previously deployed in the border space between the Empire and the Duram Protoss.

Augustus mobilized a large number of elites this time, but not all the best and most outstanding generals in the empire are in Ayr at the moment. The famous imperial generals headed by Pryor are sitting in the imperial world. Otherwise, there would be more than 100 imperial fleets coming here. Here it is.

On the other hand, the Imperial Cerebrate Alpha also controls a large Cerberus swarm. I didn't call it here this time, partly to protect the imperial world, but also because I was afraid that it would betray the country on the spot when it faced Eamon.

"Damn, they went straight to Aiur. The protoss seemed to be crazy and ignored our attacks." Admiral Gascavel was still roaring:

"Put out the fire! Kill these protoss bastards!"

"Your Majesty, the Golden Fleet has bypassed our fleet." Admiral Matt Horner said: "They ignored our artillery fire."

"Augustus, the situation is very bad." Renault also entered the channel: "The golden fleet has passed towards you, which means that the situation is favorable to us and they are impatient."

"Guess what I saw."

"Tassadar's flagship star shuttle."

Standing in front of an observation window of a planetary fortress, Augustus could see everything that was really happening even with his eyes.

A large number of protoss battleships are entering Aiur's atmosphere, and countless battleships dragging flames at their tails roar and dive downwards.

The horrific bombing began immediately, with hundreds of beams falling on the position, causing jaw-dropping explosions and deaths. A planetary fortress on the left was being hit, and Augustus saw a large number of human body fragments and mechanical parts rushing out of it, like the foam sprayed from a wine bottle.

If it had been the planetary fortress where Augustus was hit, he would have died. This kind of unexplained death is even more difficult to accept and makes people feel hopeless and frightened.

At the same time, a large number of vertical light curtains fell from the sky in front of their position, and the armored Templars were like a golden ocean.

What made Augustus a little relieved was that the Gold Fleet warships that were bombing the ground did not actually gain air supremacy. They just ignored the artillery fire of the Empire, Durham and Tal'darin fleets and bombed the ground.

Therefore, many more Protoss warships were shot down at this time than before, and a heavy rain composed of warship wreckage also fell in the sky.

"Augustus, the last moment is coming." Artanis jumped directly to the planetary fortress to look for Augustus, but at this time his calmness seemed to have disappeared: "I am leading the fleet. Teacher, Tassadar."

"It should have been him who led our people against Eamon."

"Unidentified powerful psychic waveform detected."

Before Artanis could finish speaking, the mechanical adjutant in the planetary fortress sounded the alarm. Usually only super psykers like the Queen of Blades and Orega can trigger this level of alarm.

"Lock on that psychic signal." Augustus said immediately.

A holographic screen appeared in front of Augustus and Artanis. Although the picture on it had been blurred by the powerful flow of psychic energy, they recognized who it was immediately.

Tassadar just stood there, the powerful psychic power surrounding him making him look like a humanoid Twilight Archon.

It's not just Tassadar, I'm afraid other protoss heroes are among them.

"I should have known I would see you Tassadar on such an occasion."

At the same time, thousands of Templars also launched an attack. The ones charging forward are the Golden Age Templars of the Protoss Empire on the Pride of Altaris, the Fallen Ark. They were once extremely glorious warriors, but now their monotonous and repetitive but unswerving charge resembles a swarm of insects.

"How can we fight this battle?" Tychus prepared to take Augustus and run away in anticipation of a bad situation.

Tychus has undergone genetic and neuromechanical enhancement surgery, which has greatly improved his already extraordinary physical fitness, reaction speed and endurance. To be honest, he could really carry Augustus who weighed hundreds of pounds and run away.

Although Tychus is a true Tyranid superman, he always uses this ability for pleasure.

"Atanis, you actually know better than me that this day will come." Augustus looked at the silent Artanis:

"We all know that there must be a battle between master and disciple." (End of Chapter)