StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

Most of the hybrid factory is a dense and crowded complex of buildings, with rows of train-carriage-like buildings stretching in all directions.

Each iron-black building is filled with countless huge, beautiful and exquisite giant machines used to produce a full set of hybrid culture chamber components and cloned embryos. Its integrated automatic production line is efficient enough to make the most advanced factory in Augustgrad look pale in comparison.

Now these buildings are separated by smoke-filled roads, emitting billowing black smoke from explosions, and can no longer produce terrible hybrid armies for Amon.

The world is dark, and hundreds of flames are rising into the sky.

"Focus on that glowing hybrid! All weapons! Fire!"

Several Hurricane tanks that serve as the vanguard are being driven back from the front by a Hybrid Destroyer. These flexible tracked tanks retreat and fire, and the whistling Typhoon missiles continue to explode on the enemy with little effect.

At Valerian's command, a whistling rain of red tracer bullets mixed with various EMP grenades, rifle grenades and rockets came. The terrible explosion came like a storm and thunder, with sharp explosions and dazzling light, and the huge shock wave swept debris and soil into the air.

Such powerful firepower is enough to blow the heavy tank into a ball of burning scrap metal, but it only made the monster roar continuously. The power and lethality of the Protoss and the Zerg were fully demonstrated in this blasphemous abomination.

This hybrid destroyer was wrapped in a glowing carapace and a halo composed of its own psychic shield. It had the typical slender limbs and iconic protruding chin of the Protoss, and the glowing tendrils resembled angel wings.

The hybrids were the chosen ones of the dark god, and they were as powerful as their believers claimed.

They were angels, the angels of revenge of Amon.

The strongest of the hybrid destroyers have the ability to change their shape and form, and their power is so great that they can summon a psychic storm from the sky, and even temporarily leave their current phase to avoid attack.

However, the Chosen will also bleed. Even if human weapons cannot kill him for a while, they will make his skin and flesh torn apart, rolling, roaring and screaming in the pool of blood formed by the hot shrapnel and his own blood.

Every time the hybrid roared with angry psychic energy, Valerian felt a tearing pain in his brain. If it weren't for the protection of the psychic shield, he and his warriors would have literally "smashed their livers and brains to the ground".

In a flash, a huge Thor mecha arrived with the sound of earth-shaking artillery fire, and used four 250mm Punisher cannons to blast the hybrid into a pile of limbs and pus and blood, like a crab crushed by a car.

"The road ahead is clear. I am your commander Valerian Mengsk. Keep going, warriors." Valerian ordered in the command channel.

In order to pass through here, Valerian's men have removed several steel bunkers that have survived the firepower of the Imperial Fleet. Some of these powerful weapon platforms are obviously armed with technology that is far more advanced than the Empire's existing technology.

There are already many roads in the hybrid factory, and now the collapsed building wreckage has blocked the traffic. It is not easy to find an unobstructed passage for large mechas to pass through.

The deeper they go, the more difficult it is to move forward. Nightmare-like creatures can be seen everywhere here, everywhere, and demons are rampant.

It is difficult to find a place in the Koprulu Sector that is more like hell on earth than this place.

"Don't waver! Victory belongs to the Empire!"

Several raiders and war wolves lifted the shattered remains of the hybrid to one side, striding forward while firing at any bunkers that might hide the enemy, clearing the way forward. More soldiers and mechas followed closely behind, with two golden eagle-sized medical drones overhead.

Elsewhere in the hybrid factory, the Imperial troops had already broken through the gates of the hybrid factory from several other directions and entered it. The remaining Amon believers, led by the hybrid, retreated behind the high walls of the factory and continued to fight stubbornly.

The battle was still fierce in the sky, and Valerian could even see the condensation of Lexington rockets as they passed overhead. The sky was repeatedly dyed red, representing war, and the laser weapons of the battlecruisers continued to penetrate the clouds, melting the enemy orbital turrets that were still trying to fight back into a pool of boiling steel.

At this time, when Valerian looked up at the sky, he could easily see a Xel'Naga temple building that was very different from the surrounding human architectural style standing quietly half a mile away.

Just like the Xel'Naga buildings that Valerian had seen before, this temple was an extremely grand building even from a human perspective, with its pyramid-shaped peak hovering above the clouds and huge stairs leading directly to the sun.

Each of the huge stones used to build this magnificent building weighed twenty tons, and they were cut into millions of sharp triangles and rectangles by incredible techniques, with exquisite craftsmanship. The temple was once carved with stars and the creations of the gods, but now it is full of patterns and words that worship Amon and mock and blaspheme the endless cycle.

That is the core area of ​​the hybrid factory, which is both the command center of Amon's human servant army and the place where prisoners are held.

As far as Valerian knew, Amon's followers were not only breeding new hybrids here, but were also conducting other forbidden biological experiments involving horrifying dark technologies.

Every time I got closer to the temple, the terrifying scream that struck my soul became clearer and clearer.

Every creature imprisoned in this desecrated temple was tortured, whether they were protoss, humans, or other unknown creatures. Hideous screams came from every crack in the wall like bright red blood. Oozing, chilling.

The entire temple is protected by some kind of powerful plasma shield. The shield is powered by an array of void crystals and energy obelisks with almost unlimited energy. Once the energy is exhausted, it will be immediately replenished, making it indestructible.

Even the most powerful firepower of the Imperial fleet was temporarily helpless, and the intensive anti-aircraft firepower around the temple made any orbital drop a near-death adventure.

Stukov did not directly order the bombing, firstly because of the safety of the hostages, and secondly because the orbital bombardment before the imperial army landed had proved that they had nothing to do with the turtle shell.

"Follow me! Hurry!" Valerian summoned his guards and caught up with a company of Marines that was running quickly from behind.

"The brothers in the temple are still waiting for our support."

Since a strong attack is not possible, the best way is to break through from the inside, so Valerian sent his most elite ghost agent team to infiltrate.

If all goes well, they will be a surprise.

Although it was predicted, something went wrong after all.

The ghost troops led by Stone indeed successfully infiltrated into the temple as planned. The ghost team A went straight to the main control cabin and killed all the leaders of Emon believers. Team B rushed into the cell and successfully rescued the hostages. .

But during the process of evacuating the temple, hundreds of hybrid cabins were opened at the same time. Like a swarm of hungry snakes being awakened, these creatures of dark technology began killing on a rampage as soon as they were born.

The most terrifying of these monsters are three still-experimental Moebius hybrids who are astonishingly powerful and unstoppable.

The operation to rescue the hostages immediately turned into a desperate escape, as the hybrids hunted the survivors through a maze-like winding temple. The scene was terrifying enough to make the Empire's best-selling horror holographic movie pale into a children's play.

Think what his father Arcturus would say about this?

If all the hostages are killed in advance, Eamon will not be able to use moral kidnapping to deal with the upright Imperial Army. If you are not hard-hearted enough, you will leave the dirty work to your father.

No, no matter what the outcome is, people will know that the Terran Empire at least tried to save their own people. Augustus Mengsk was beloved because he was always the savior, while Arcturus Mengsk ruled by fear.

Some of the leaders of the empire act ruthlessly like Arcturus, while others stick to the bottom line like Jim Raynor. It’s hard to say who is right and who is wrong. To maintain a huge interstellar empire, it depends on just who kind of person it is. not enough.

"In the name of Eamon, die!"

The last half mile of the journey unexpectedly did not encounter any enemies, but when Valerian's troops passed through the huge steps and came to the temple gate, groups of Amon believers braved A hail of bullets rushed towards them.

These people are very poorly equipped, only wearing armor pieced together with screws, iron buckles, and welding rods. You can even see exposed conduits and cables, or simply wearing a few cloaks, but they pose little threat. No smaller than a well-equipped Imperial soldier.

Each person's eye sockets were sunken, and around them were veins emitting purple fluorescence. Eamon's dark power gave them powerful psychic powers, and along with them came hysterical madness.

Valerian thought: anything touched by the hybrid cannot be saved.

Many Emon believers were beaten to pieces by intensive firepower from the beginning, and the guy who yelled the loudest was given special attention and torn to pieces like rags.

They were not even warriors before becoming servants of Amon.

But when a few of these cultists move through the shadows like Dark Templars, unleashing psychic storms among Imperial soldiers, the casualties are immediate.

This did not scare Valerian at all. He personally led the guards to join the battlefield, and his shooting skills were good and steady until he defeated all the cultists and drove them back to the temple, like a group of frightened rats. Fleeing back into the shadows.

Some cultists who were injured and unable to move were left to die. After losing several outstanding medical sergeants, the Imperial Army would no longer be merciful to these people and ended them cleanly.

"Your Highness, these barbarians cannot harm you."

Valerian's guards were all selected by Lieutenant General Stukov from his elite guards to protect Valerian. The emblem symbolizing the earth can also be seen on the armor. Long before the UED Expeditionary Force invaded the Koprulu Sector, these proud and loyal Earth Federation soldiers followed their general, and they still do so today.

There may be a hundred or more of them, all of whom are good warriors and have gone through life and death countless times, but they still think that Valerian is a prince who comes here to practice.

Even though they were defeated in this bitter cold land and could never return to their homeland, these earthlings were still as arrogant as the protoss, believing that no one was worthy of their allegiance except Augustus Mengsk, who defeated the expeditionary force.

After the emperor expanded his army several times to face the war, the imperial army's soldiers became a mixed bag. They included both law-abiding citizens and brainwashed serious criminals. Some people obtained reduced sentences by joining the troops that performed special tasks, while others hoped to obtain benefits by joining the army. A chance to make a living in August Grae.

But no one will be as arrogant as these people on Earth, and the empire's dignitaries are nothing in their eyes.

"Maybe we should set up a defensive position at the entrance of the temple and wait for the follow-up troops." Another guard member said: "There are hybrids everywhere in here."

"Don't stop." Valerian will never let these soldiers influence his judgment. He does not have to prove to these people that he is the real Mengsk.

"keep going!"

As the heir to Prince Arcturus and the beloved nephew of the Imperial Emperor, Valerian did not have to carry a gun himself and rush to the battlefield. As long as he wants, he can easily obtain the command of an imperial fleet. He can command the huge imperial army while sipping wine from the palace-like flagship bridge, and march into the battlefield to the high-pitched music of an antique gramophone.

His power armor must also be well-made and made of exquisite materials. The helmet and breastplate must be inlaid with the same weight of gold, silver, lapis lazuli and jasper as the crown. There must be a gleaming sword across his waist. The flag must be gold-plated, but these will always be There will never be a time when it can be used.

If it were just to live that kind of life, Valerian would never go to the front line.

When Valerian was still a child, his uncle's reputation began to spread among the human world of the Koprulu Sector. It is no exaggeration to say that he simply grew up listening to his uncle's stories, and no one longed for that kind of life more than he did.

When Arcturus wanted to groom Valerian as his heir, only Augustus supported him in his choice.

The gate of this temple is at least three hundred feet high, allowing four siege tanks to pass through side by side. Inside are dark and deep passages. The light of the void crystal seems to be rows of beating green flames, and the roar of the mixture The screams of men and women seemed to come from the eighteenth level of hell.

The temple's shields could withstand artillery fire, but they could not prevent the enemy from passing through.

As soon as Valerian stepped into it, he saw many holographic screens lighting up, which recorded DNA fragments of countless creatures and various horrific experiments.

In the boulder-sized storage tank, many severed protoss nerve bundles were soaked in the golden nutrient solution, like bundles of hair soaked in oil.

Valerian secretly guessed what Eamon wanted these nerve bundles for. There was definitely something wrong with this.

Collecting these nerve bundles is by no means an easy task. Even if the nerve bundles are forced to be severed, the Kalai protoss cannot throw them away casually. Under the Star Spirit Jump Network, it is not easy to obtain the corpse of the Star Spirit.

Unless Amon's minions slaughtered an entire world of Durham and harvested their nerve bundles, or just cloned organs.

But what does Eamon want from these nerve bundles, unless he wants to reattach them to the Firstborn Son of God and control them through Kara again.

His uncle Augustus would say, look, Eamon is such a badass that he can never hold back any good shit.

Then Stukov would be shouting from the side, beat him up, son of a bitch. (End of chapter)