StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

It should be said that Malan did not expect to scare the Tyran Empire with just these words.

Compared with the Tal'darin protoss, humans are primitive, weak, lack courage, and are useless, but their leader is the toughest and most determined ruler in the Koprulu sector, and of course, his army is too.

Even the pretentious Alarak had to admit that a figure like Augustus Mengsk was indeed a great conqueror of the Tyranids, almost on par with high-ranking lords.

Ever since the second son of the Mengsk family ascended the throne, the fleets of the various empires have either been fighting or preparing to fight. Regardless of the earthlings, rebels, or aliens, they have never been afraid of anyone. Even Eamon has to endure it. Two slaps. The generals under him also followed the same example, all of them were aggressive, and none of them was a coward.

At least in Tal'darin's eyes, Augustus Mengsk probably looked like this.

"Did they respond?" Malan felt that this time was enough time for the imperial commander's clerks and staff to reach an agreement amidst the noise. Even in Tal'darin's view, what he just said could be regarded as You're welcome.

If the Tal'darin protoss have one thing in common with other distant protoss that separated at least thousands of years ago, it is the same arrogance. It's just that the Taldarins have always bossed around those in lower positions and knelt down to those in higher positions.

Malan expected that the Imperial Army commander would angrily question why he was attacking this Imperial territory. At that time, he would only have to point out contemptuously that if the Tal'darin was really responsible, the place would have become a scorched earth. The void cracks all over Beisher can also be seen from high-altitude orbit. He must be blind to not see that this is Eamon's work.

But, I know how stupid humans can be, so I'm not surprised. And I am generous and upright. If you admit that the flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple and withdraw your troops, I will not be able to follow the peace treaty and send an elite force to help the Tyran Empire deal with Amon.

"Not yet." A lower-level upgrader pointed to Malan the psychic link communication device on his arm guard and swore.

"Not yet!" Malan repeated loudly, as if she heard a definite lie.

The protoss can easily decipher the human communication code and send them messages in many more sophisticated ways. The other party cannot even block the communication, so there is no reason why they cannot receive it. There was only one possibility, and the other party didn't want to respond at all.

At this moment, Malan's eyes shrouded in blood suddenly flashed with fierce light, making all the low-level Tal'darin servants present flinch. Even those promoted who acted as staff and capable generals did not dare to touch them. brow.

But it would be embarrassing if someone from the Tyran Empire didn't answer. Could it be that as soon as he said a harsh word, he turned around and licked his face and said you had misunderstood.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

"My master, you are too impatient." The promoted Natsu was tall and thin, like a skeleton wrapped in a thick crimson robe. Natsu is a powerful Ascendant. As humble as he is to Malan, he is also cruel and ruthless to his Death Apostle slaves.

"You should wait." If the skeleton could talk, it would be like this: "If these humans want to die, you can grant them."

"Really?" Malan stared coldly at the extremely flattering upgraded person in front of her.

Although there was no response from the human side yet, they did not stop their movements at all.

The fleet detectors showed that the number of Tyranid Empire warships that had jumped into Byshel's orbit was still increasing. In this short period of time, as many as twenty Imperial Navy squadrons had been assembled, and there were even more attached ships. In thousands.

The gap between the two sides is so huge, and Malan's few weak warships are no match for them. The aircraft carriers he left in orbit in outer space just stayed away from them at first, but now they will not rush towards them to seek death under any circumstances.

All in all, it was definitely not something that the few people he had at hand could handle easily.

This also shows that these Tyran Empire people are not here to deal with Tal'darin, because with their military strength in Baishir, there is no need to mobilize such troops.

After slaying Amon's evil incarnation in Aiur, Korhal finally recovered and began sending fleets to support the remote colonies. During the War of Armageddon, these worlds were either abandoned or languishing in Amon's wrath.

"Of course it's absolutely true." Natsu didn't know anything about it, but he turned a blind eye and continued to flatter him.

"Then wait a little longer?" Malan really wanted to twist off this fool's head.

Malan had reason to suspect that this man was trying to set himself up to start a war with humans directly. He would never be as stupid as he appeared, and he was just pretending to be deaf and dumb. In the chain of promotion, some people rise step by step through sheer strength, while others reach high positions through trickery.

Assuming that Malan not only failed to bring back enough terazine to satisfy the high-ranking lords, but also lost a large number of men in Beisher, his power and prestige would definitely be greatly damaged. By then, those who are on both sides of the fence may not be able to support themselves as allies in the Rak'sir ceremony.

And if he is even more unlucky and dies directly here, then this greedy man who is afraid of death can reach the sky in one step in the Holy Chain without initiating Rak'sir.

"But I'm afraid you must make a decision immediately, Malan, the fourth ascendant." Anacor, another of Malan's capable generals, was a low-level cultist not long ago. His status depends entirely on his master's respect, so he naturally knows that he should To whom allegiance is given.

Anacor further pointed out on the holographic tactical map raised on one side: "The Tyranid Empire's landing force is coming fiercely. They are approaching from all directions, and all detectors along the way have been shot down. At the same time, humans are still Continuously deliver heavy armored infantry and infantry combat mechas. These weapons are powerful enough to fight against the vanguard mechas."

"I don't know what their intentions are, but they are definitely not here to reminisce with you. This brave army has raised the flag of General Alexey Stokov of the Tyranids."

Malan cursed a few Tal'darin curse words and immediately ordered to prepare for war, because he really knew who this person was and what his style was.

Over the years, even Ta'darin has heard about Lieutenant General Stukov's reputation and knows that he is an extraordinary tactician, but that is not important. What is important is that he strikes hard enough and leaves no room, even for Malan. All heard.

With an order, the Tal'darin base began to boil, and groups of Tal'darin stalkers appeared from the teleportation platform. They strode forward with their slender mechanical legs, and their bodies were covered with blade-like spikes and horns. When they moved, they looked like a stream of blood, like slender spiders forged by machinery.

Hundreds of Tal'darim fanatics have ignited their blood blades, ready to go through fire and water for the Fourth Ascendant. In Tal'darin, the lower-level protoss are often more eager to prove themselves, and their enthusiasm for the chain of ascension makes them willing to die generously.

This is a powerful force, enough to crush any enemy who dares to stand in its way.

However, Malan still didn't want to start a war. He came to Baishel to plunder terazine resources, not to have a meaningless and unclear fight with the Tyranids.

Tal'darin can't afford to stay early without any benefit, and Malan is not an ignorant and reckless person.

At this moment, there is still a peaceful scene here. The air is filled with the smell of fresh vegetation and the rust of the Terrazine gas spring. Groups of Tal'darin detectives are coming and going between the Protoss Hub and the Terrazine Altar. , tirelessly transporting the purple gas compressed to the size of a cube.

Bysheer is dotted with ancient ruins of the stars, and there are creations from the glorious era everywhere. Giant towers of all kinds of glory penetrate into the deep purple terrazine fog. In the fog, there are all kinds of strange lives, as well as Emon. The brutal and brutal minions of the void, including many native creatures and even humans who have fallen into madness.

At this time, the sound of human troops firing could be vaguely heard, and bright firelight flickered in the dense fog.

If she had a mouth like a human, Malan would definitely feel dry at this moment.

Of course there is nothing scary about humans, but death is scary.

The spectacular fusion wake of the Imperial battlecruiser was already visible in the sky, like an orange-red sword looming in the fog.

The Tyranid Empire's warships are getting bigger and bigger, and their armor and firepower are getting more powerful. Many years ago, they were just scrap metal and a swarm of buzzing flies to the protoss. However, the technology of these scrap metals has advanced rapidly. The largest ones among them are truly behemoths, and can easily rain death.

Even if Malan has power comparable to that of a demigod, and can crush a battleship with just her psychic power, she still cannot reach these giant steel ships in orbit.

Humans are an extremely tenacious race. They were originally just struggling to survive between the Protoss and the Zerg. They were once on the verge of extinction. Even if they finally won, they often ended in a tragic victory.

And before long, Korhal could always raise a new fleet, and it would be much more powerful than before.

At the end of the day, it's better to win badly than to lose everything.

At this moment, a rumbling roar came from the horizon, playing a movement of steel and fire. The fire that erupted when the Yamato cannon fired occupied half of the sky in an instant. Along with the terrifying hurricane, huge light pillars rose from the ground like fountains, and even the thick fog was blown away in an instant.

The huge Gorgon-class battlecruiser descended below the atmosphere, projecting countless hot and dazzling laser beams, sweeping across them wantonly, just like the white cold light cast on the blinds when the sun rises in the morning. But this cold light can ignite forests and oceans in an instant, creating large areas of scorched earth, like spears of light dropped.

The flames soared into the sky and burned for miles and miles. Not many things could survive such a devastating blow.

The Tal'darins looked at the sky in surprise, and began to feel lucky that the target of human attack was not them.

The movement when the Terran Empire fleet was bombing everywhere was really much more lively, with gongs and drums beating and swaggering through the city.

Malan was happy to sit on the bridge and watch the enemy's planet turn to ashes, but the reverse was another story.

"They destroyed the entire Akanla ruins." Anacor reminded Malan: "The next one is probably here."

"Master, we are not a match for these humans yet." A Dead Apostle was intimidated by Malan's authority and could not help but tremblingly suggested: "Why don't we each take a step back and make peace."

"Send another message to the human flagship, saying that Malan, the fourth ascendant of Tal'darin, requests to speak to the supreme commander of the Terran Empire here. This is related to the peace of humanity and the protoss." Malan followed suit.

If Maran still had a Tal'darim mothership, he would have a chance to escape unscathed, but the stingy high-ranking lord would not allow it to be left stranded at such a critical moment.

He only regretted that he did not bring enough people. If he could command the Death Fleet, would he have to endure this?

Maran began to suspect that Alarak had known that the Terran Empire was preparing to recapture Baysher at this time, and just took this opportunity to get rid of him.

But is he really worthy of being targeted by Alarak?

"I have followed your orders." Naz said, "But I believe Alexei Stukov will still ignore it. In fact, he can completely accuse the Tal'darim of firing first, or blame it on the dark god Amon."

"The fourth ascender, many outposts have been destroyed by the Terran Empire army." A low-level ascender sent a clear image sent back by the detector to Maran.

An outpost built with crystal towers, photon turrets and warp gates has just been razed by the Terran Empire's army. A dozen Tal'darim Protoss stationed here have either been smashed to pieces by siege tanks or turned into sieves by concentrated fire.

Just like the group of people who came out of the imperial recruitment propaganda poster, the imperial soldiers in lavender power armor shuttled quickly through the jungle, and the heavy Zeus tanks that crushed the trees were like roaring angry beasts.

The Odin mecha, which was cast from a whole piece of cast titanium steel, was like a roaring steel giant when it fired. Only destructive creatures like the Sky Punisher could be compared with it.

"Don't fight back!"

Malan couldn't help but recall a passage when Emperor Augustus and the high-level lords were passionately spraying each other. The former ridiculed the Tal'darim as just a wild monster race refreshed on the map. When Alarak figured out what this meant, at least he didn't break the defense.

Malan once thought he knew humans well enough, but now he knows that this is really wrong.

He realized that in the eyes of humans, even if he was not the initiator of all the tragedies in Baisher, he must be a group of shameless people who took advantage of the fire to rob.

Tal'darim and the Terran Empire have always had grievances. The so-called peace treaty is only a temporary ceasefire. The two sides can only reach a temporary military cooperation when they face Amon together.

Once the threat from the void no longer exists, everyone knows that they will resume the war sooner or later.

I don't know when, the bugs in the eyes of the Tal'darim Protoss have grown to the point where they can eat people.

I bet you dare not make the first move, but do you think I dare to kill you?

"Add one more thing, that we have nothing to do with everything that happened here, and we have never hurt a human. We should put aside all disputes and deal with Amon together." Malan looked around and had made up his mind to throw out the men who saw his embarrassing scene to die.

"Not only that, I will also send an army, and the command will be entirely in your hands."

Maran hoped that Stukov was just showing off his military power and defeating the enemy without fighting, because even if the other party really wanted to kill him, Alarak would never stand up for him, and might even write a letter to Augustus to thank him for eliminating the weak among the Tal'darim for him.

Unlike the Nerazim, there are no strong family relationships in Tal'darim society, nor is there any brotherhood among the eldest sons of the All-El God.

The Tal'darim will be furious and take revenge on humans for the destruction of a mere border outpost, but will also put aside the entire destruction of the Nyon Expeditionary Force. This all depends on the high-level lords.

You earn your face by yourself. If you can't beat them, you are a waste. This is the iron rule of the Tal'darim.

But what face does Maran have? Alarak can ask the Terran Empire and Darram for help to kill Marash, so what's wrong with admitting that he is a coward.

Sure enough, after Malan took such a low profile, the communication with the Stukov flagship was finally connected.

"Dear, the fourth ascender, I'm so sorry, there was a little problem with our communication system just now."

Alexei Stukov finally showed up, wearing a uniform with a black velvet collar and a five-star badge with a skull and two rows of oak leaves on his wide-brimmed hat.

"What's going on!" He lit a cigar and looked at a blond young man beside him and asked.

The handsome young man was wearing the uniform of a Marine Corps staff officer, but he had a Mamluk sword and an electromagnetic pistol on his waist, and the red-bottomed golden wolf badge on his chest further indicated his noble royal status.

Considering his age, this person can only be the son of Prince Arcturus, Valerian Mengsk. He is the most popular person among the next generation of the imperial royal family. Wherever he goes, others have to call him Prince Valerian.

"Our communicator must have been soaked in water just now. This is a common thing, General." Valerian said seriously: "They sometimes work and sometimes don't. They are not as useful as the Protoss."

"So that's how it is." Malan knew that the other party was mocking him, but he didn't care because he had a good temper.

His greatest advantage is that he can bend and stretch.

If they knew that Malan had so much drama in his heart before, and was arrogant at first and respectful later, Stukov and Valerian would have been very happy. (End of this chapter)