StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

Night falls.

The setting sun impatiently hid in the shadow of the horizon, and the mountains fled with their elongated shadows. When the terrifying roar that seemed both human and inhuman overshadowed everything, the last afterglow finally faded away.

The night is a fog that cannot be cleared away. There are many ghosts in it, and countless scary shadows wander like ghosts. Everything is like a scene in a nightmare.

Captain Andre Madrid leaned against the thick protective wall of the bunker. He looked at the sneaky darkness ahead, but once again recalled the Cha Sala many years ago. No matter how many times he was rebuilt, he still remained. I can no longer find my once lush and green hometown, the Sara who sang in "Goodbye, Sara".

At that time Andre was still living with his family, but now he only remembers his mother's voice and her old Bible that recorded the final battle of Doomsday. Had Cha'Sara not been destroyed by the zerg and protoss during the First Contact War, she would be where she is now on Chasiton.

If the Emperor's Korhal Revolutionary Army had not arrived in time, he would have died in Cha Sala or Mar Sala somewhere long ago. Even if he had not died in the war, he would have died of the insect swarm infection. .

Before the establishment of the Tyranid Empire, Andre was a gunnery sergeant in the old Federation, then the Revolutionary Army and the Imperial Marines. For more than ten years, he has never left the front line, fighting countless inhuman monsters and facing terror. The shadow of the void.

Among the Imperial Marines whose average age is no more than thirty years old, Andre is already considered an old man. He has fought in more battles than the common people in the Empire know combined, and has died from fatal injuries many times. Escape and return to the battlefield.

Now that Andre is gray-haired, he still feels that he has inexhaustible energy and it is not time to retire.

But to this day, those long and huge snake-like creatures still appear in Andre's nightmares. The scene where the Protoss Fleet vitrified Cha Sara woke him up in cold sweat countless times.

Waves of sad and weird howls pulled Andre back to Chasidon from his imaginary hometown. He couldn't help but sadly thought that this beautiful planet that he had just set foot on for the first time was about to suffer the same fate as Cha Sala.

Andre looked back and saw that the space inside the bunker was not spacious. Apart from the necessary guns and ammunition, it could only accommodate a few chairs, but it was decorated warmly enough, just like home. This steel-reinforced bunker can accommodate six people. Sometimes they will sit together and play cards or pass the time playing mahjong, which is a new fashion spreading from Augustgrad.

Several other Marines in the bunker were either leaning against the wall and smoking like him, or looking out through the firing holes.

He knew these faces so well, it was like they were brothers he had grown up with. They had laughed together, fought together, got drunk together in the Joyley Bar, crossed the continuous active volcanoes of Char together, and airborne from orbit to the humid and hot rainforest of Zerus, in the special conditions of ice and snow. Triton fights the Fenris swarm to the death.

Most of these people are naive young people. You can tell at a glance who is the son of a farmer and who is a college student who has just stepped out of campus. They wear power armor that weighs hundreds of pounds and carry shoulder shields and Gauss rifles. , even the thinnest person looks like a majestic giant.

In this dark age, no matter whose child they are, as long as they can survive a war intact, they are a true warrior.

The Marines are the backbone of the Tyranid Empire. These people are not all idealists and patriots, or even the opposite, but they are still well-tested and ready to go to the most dangerous battlefields at any time.

Andre, like thousands of other Imperial soldiers, is just an ordinary person, a mortal body, an ordinary man. But under the banner that Augustus Mengsk brought from Korhal, they sailed across the stars in battleships, driving away all enemies in front of them, never giving in or retreating.

Humanity thrives as a result.

"Don't you think it's abnormally dark today? Not only can't you see the moon, but there are no stars either." Scott's eyes behind the shooting hole were fixed on the light cast by the searchlight without blinking. Let go of any trouble.

This is a high ground outside the city of Chasidon. Solid steel outer protective walls connect a dense cluster of bunkers together, filled with heavy weapons and war machinery. Outside the bunker cluster is a large area of ​​electrified barbed wire and minefields. There used to be a tall gymnosperm forest, but now it has been completely mounded by the Imperial Engineering Corps.

Every time they arrive at a new battlefield, the Imperial Engineering Corps will overhaul the modular fortifications according to standard procedures, and the appearance will be very different. In those war-torn worlds, huge fortification groups would even be connected together as the outer walls of the city, becoming the prototype of a magnificent city.

Basically, the Protoss will simply warp their magnificent structures onto the battlefield, while the Zerg rely on infection and mutation. If you are a Tyranid, you can often see many diligent villains building new things, because only these strong fortifications can give them peace of mind.

"Maybe this is how it is here, like Samiku." Lawrence was loading bullets into the ammunition box above his shooting hole, surrounded by a circle of cluster anti-tank grenades, which these people preferred to use. To deal with a thunder beast that crossed over their heads.

Before coming to Chasidon, they had been fighting on the planet Samiku, a protoss world that had fallen into the hands of the worms during the fall of Aiur. It was now desolate, except for those The architectural fragments are like metal sequins, and there is nothing that can make people shine.

"Either it's Eamon's fault."

Wade wiped his rifle calmly and whispered a prayer in his mouth, but no one could hear clearly what he was praying: "The God of Darkness naturally dominates the darkness, and the tribesmen of Haiji also know it. Such a thing."

"Lieutenant Reese claims to be the God of Gambling, but he's never won a penny with me." Andre joined the conversation.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter in the bunker.

Andre knew that he could only lead new recruits, and at most he could lead an elite company, but he was not good at commanding a war. He is able to sit in his current position because those who are more senior and more talented than him are forever buried in alien worlds hundreds or thousands of light years away.

But Andre loved the days of fighting bloody battles on the front line, because even after leaving the battlefield, he could no longer adapt to a quiet and peaceful life.

"You're right, this God of Darkness is no big deal." Fergis is no longer a recruit, but he still trembles on the battlefield even now, but this man was in a dilapidated farmhouse in Shiloh. The big boy who grew up in middle school is by no means a man lacking courage. He once saved Andre's life.

Fergis had no lofty ambitions. He spent most of his life working with grains and the family's livestock, always thinking of his parents' small farm.

"No, Eamonn can indeed show miracles." Carmelo was a freshly graduated high school student before joining the army. He always said that he would go back to college once the war was over and read books whenever he had free time.

He has always been an upright person who speaks his mind directly.

"Then there is no doubt that he is the real god." Carmelo continued: "To subvert the world and reverse time and space, this cannot be explained by spiritual energy."

"Why do you sound like those nagging Haigi wizards?" Fergis on the other side frowned, feeling very disappointed: "I remember that you are not a Christian, nor do you believe in other sects."

"Of course, I am not one of those dark believers who dedicate their souls to Eamon." Carmelo explained: "I just remind you not to forget how terrible Eamon is."

With the advent of the Doomsday War, some minority sects that believe in heresy began to flourish inexplicably.

Some sects claim to be the savior, calling Amon the oldest evil being in the universe, a Lucifer (a fallen angel, one of Satan), and call on people to join this holy war against the fallen. Other sects regard Amon and his servants as gods. They call Amon the one who brings truth, the eternal one, and the hope of salvation.

But no matter which sect they are, they are trying to find the image corresponding to the God of Darkness in the mythical books and historical records of the past, and prove that Eamon is indeed a person.

Through imaginative secondary creations, believers of the Dark God pointed out that Amon was behind many major events in human history, and the arrival of the end had been predicted long ago. Pushing forward further, maybe dinosaurs are also related to Eamonn.

The protoss also say that Xel'Naga is the origin of all things in the universe, so you understand, Amon is God.

The response and reputation of this adaptation based on historical facts are very good. If people believe it to be true, the more they think about it, the more they think about it. They feel that they have discovered the truth about the existence of the universe to this day.

The dark god Amon does respond to his followers, which makes the dark sect become more powerful, but his blessings make them more powerful and more crazy at the same time.

Amon once corrupted an entire fleet of the Tyranid Empire's Moebius Legion. Later, this fleet became larger with the continuous addition of fanatic believers, and a large number of void creatures and hybrids also appeared in it.

However, compared to these, the people who have the most contact with Amon are the imperial soldiers fighting on the front line.

Only those who have truly faced the shadow of the void can best understand the power of Amon, because the deeper it is eroded by the void, the more bizarre phenomena it will cause that are difficult to explain.

This means that these soldiers often have to endure tremendous psychological pressure and even have doubts about their beliefs. If Amon hadn't just shown off his destructive power most of the time, he could have gained more followers.

It's just that now Eamonn is tired of playing the role of God, and he never hides his desire to destroy everything.

"Of course Amon is terrifying. He has the power of a god, but he is not invincible. The Battle of Aiel has proved this. Emperor Augustus has many titles, and he will also be called the God Killer in the future."

Andre knew that Carmelo's ideas were common in the current imperial army. Religion and superstition were not explicitly prohibited in the Koprulu sector. Some imperial armies still retained the position of priests. Many people still believed in this. There are gods or something like that in the world.

This is a desperate war. No matter how terrifying the protoss and zerg are, they are still life forms that humans can understand, but the xel'naga and void creatures are creations from another dimension.

If Amon truly exhibits power that only a god can possess, then why can't he be called a god?

And if that were the case, how could humans defeat a god?

"Well, I was wondering, why are there no gods on our side? How else could we kill Eamon, just like we can't harm the creatures that appear in nightmares," Carmelo said.

When Andre was about to say something, a soldier named O'Neill suddenly shouted: "Stop making noise, they are coming."

Michael O'Neill's whole body is covered in a set of silver-gray CMC-400A power armor. This well-made armor comes from the UED Expeditionary Force. The shell is made of 80% depleted uranium and 20% titanium, and is extremely hard. . The armor is equipped with a reactor that allows it to reach a maximum speed of 35 kilometers per hour.

Another layer of blast protection on O'Neal's mask is painted with the intimidating Facebook logo, making him look menacing.

Only one type of person is allowed to wear this type of power armor: UED veterans who have sworn allegiance to Emperor Augustus.

Most of these earthlings have already married and had children in the Tyran Empire, parting ways with their past.

"Go back to your place, Carmelo. We'll talk about this next time." Andre reminded him:

"You'd better not mention this to others, otherwise those ghost agents will suspect that you have been mentally contaminated by the hybrid. I believe you haven't, but you will have to suffer before you find out the truth."

At this time, bursts of roaring cannons roared past.

According to Andre's experience, these infected people outside Chalcedon City at this moment always gather in a certain location first, and wait until a certain number is reached before launching an attack. However, the Imperial Army will use this characteristic to provide fire coverage to the location in advance. Therefore, the enemy's first wave of offensive was not their turn to deal with.

Generally speaking, infected humans are slow in movement and have low intelligence, so most of them will be wiped out by long-range fire before they reach the Imperial Army's position.

But I'm afraid it will be different this time.

Andre's HUD display has been connected to the detection data of the sensor tower, and the data panel shows that a large number of enemies are rapidly approaching their position.

Soon, the auxiliary scanning system locked onto each infected person. Their exposed fangs and bloody masseter muscles seemed to be sewn to their bodies, and the bloody muscles and tissues on their bodies were connected to the zerg. That carapace and tentacles.

It is said that the swarm still retains the "souls" of these infected people.

These terrifying creatures originally smelled of sores and rot, and were as fast as frozen cold-blooded animals. But now the genetic modification of the insect swarm and a certain chemical component in the blood have greatly increased their speed.

Andre saw a large group of infected people rushing towards him with weird steps, being dragged forward by his crazy feet, and he couldn't help but cursed:

"That's not fair!"

Other huge creatures followed the infected people. They were giant multi-legged monsters, covered with Presteel-like and new alloy armor that once belonged to a certain bunker, and attacked with automatic machine guns and cannons on their backs. When in the right location, these infected bunkers will "take root" again and become living military fortresses that are a mixture of biological and mechanical bodies. Some Imperial soldiers call them bunker beasts.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of gunfire from the bunker cluster began.

"They're everywhere!"

"Then open fire everywhere!" (End of Chapter)