StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

A great lord, conqueror, great man, friend of the stars are ten times more derogatory and bad names. Reading the title of Emperor Augustus is like reading the name of a dish. However, few people can see him smiling, which shows that he is really cocky now.

However, considering that this is the one who can privately tease himself as "the wise and powerful Emperor Tailun Mingdeng" in private, it is estimated that he is not a serious person from the bottom of his heart.

Hearing this, Arcturus couldn't help but show a speechless expression, just drinking the glass of wine.

When he was young, Arcturus often exchanged letters with his brothers and sisters in the barracks, and Augustus was still influenced by him in this regard. But there is one thing in common, they never write to their father.

The relationship between Arcturus and Valerian is not good, nor bad. He strives to give his son the best education and the best resources, but he doesn't care much about other aspects.

This is Arcturus Mengsk. He should be the kind of person who is used to imposing his will on others, so he hates the weakness that Valerian showed in his childhood.

Arcturus told his brother Augustus that he must teach a deer to hunt and eat meat in the same way as raising a lion. The Mengsk family is a wolf and cannot be a sissy.

Augustus said that there is nothing wrong with being a little gray in the wolf family. It is good to eat grass, and you won't starve to death by eating grass. But his brother really doesn't understand this old joke.

In Valerian's growth process, Augustus has always played a very important role. Although the emperor was busy with affairs and spent the first half of his life either fighting or on the way to fighting, he was very concerned about his nephew.

For example, Valerian always received gifts on his birthday, sometimes out-of-print digital books left on the super colony mothership, which might contain poems by Keats, Byron and Shelley, or Sun Tzu's Art of War, Lao Tzu's Taoism, or sometimes a gorgeous star axe or an electromagnetic rifle with the Mengsk family emblem.

Augustus obviously brought a lot of private goods, and he could even take out something like the "Master's Table".

When young Valerian cried for his father's disgust, Augustus told him that he was almost exactly the same as himself when he was a child, just as weak, and looked like a girl.

But his family would not educate him as a girl, and no one would dare to tell him that he was actually a girl and should learn poetry, sketching and harp that were considered suitable for noble women by the old federal elders. Your father may have gone too far, but who made him a fool?

But what Augustus didn't say was that when he was a kid, he was a will-o'-the-wisp boy. He was pretty and playful, but he was as powerful as a Saiyan. He jumped up and down, never afraid of trouble, never lost a fight, and caused enough trouble for his nemesis father to follow him with boxes of toilet paper to clean his butt.

Such a person, at the age of eighteen, suddenly realized the truth in Longchang and became a hero against the old Federation almost overnight.

Based on the tragic color of heroism, many people, including those who make a living by studying the anecdotes of Emperor Augustus' life, believe that it was the experience in the Federation Marine Corps and the destruction of Korhal that changed the former Augustus Mengsk and made him embark on the road of revolution.

A few people claim that the real Augustus has died long ago, and he was replaced by a clone with transplanted memories. This clone is a member of a secret ancient Earth organization. The real name of the organization is the Priory of Sion, which is closely related to the fate of mankind and secretly manipulates a series of events including the collapse of the Earth's order, genetic purification, and the deviation and crash of the colonial mothership.

Some people even published a series of books about this, which were so convincing that they seemed to have really happened, which made the dog emperor very happy.

However, no matter how the current imperial historians whitewash the dark history before Emperor Augustus started his rebellion, they would like to use the tune of "Emperor Gaozu killed the white snake and rose up", these can not be erased.

In the writings of some shameless inventors of imperial history, the emperor had obviously shown his great qualities of not fearing power and not caring about the secular perspective when he was young. In the 26th century, these people still believe in the theory of bloodline, believing that Augustus's ascension to the throne was destined, and the Mengsk family ruled others because others deserved to be ruled.

The details of this period of history can no longer be studied in detail. Some folk unofficial histories have retained the part about Augustus wearing skirts when he was a child, claiming that no one forced him to wear skirts because he was weird enough to wear skirts to keep cool, and the crotch of his pants leaked quickly.

As for Valerian, he undoubtedly respected his uncle very much and regarded him as a person to confide in. When he was still studying at Stilling College, he often told Augustus about what he saw and felt. When Valerian really started to fight on the front line and became a soldier, he still sent letters to his uncle to relieve the double torture of war on his body and mind.

Valerian's mother must not be able to accept that her son was in such a dangerous situation, and he never thought of sending a letter to his father.

Augustus didn't often reply to letters, but he had to read every one of them. It was not until recently that he learned that Arcturus had never received a letter, which slightly satisfied his inexplicable desire to win.

At this moment, when Augustus was secretly proud of himself, Arcturus had surprisingly finished half a bottle of brandy.

"I didn't even know that he had been writing to you." Arcturus confessed: "I neglected Valerian."

Augustus believed that Arcturus loved his family in his own way. If Arcturus's family is unfortunately killed, don't expect this cruel man to shed a tear, he will only become more angry and devote himself to the cause of revenge.

Arcturus didn't think he was at fault in this matter, and he didn't know how to continue this topic. He could only ask bluntly: "What has he written?"

"Information, some complaints, sometimes lengthy complaints." Augustus said seriously: "Well, he will also share good news. After all, in the early stages of the Doomsday War, we also fought many small-scale attacks. The battle was won, and Valerian was lucky not to appear in the death lists from other battlefields."

He said: "Valerian did not know that he was so lucky only because his father bypassed the emperor's cabinet, the imperial high command and formal procedures to move his troops to planets where fierce battles were unlikely to occur. domain."

"I am lucky because he is my son." Arcturus said: "You have guessed that I would do that, but I would not send him to battlefields like Ayr and Antica just for this matter. , because that would definitely kill him."

Arcturus would never do this for the reason of "not to make his mother sad", it was entirely because he had no other heirs except Valerian, and he did not intend to have a second child.

In contrast, Renault and Elizabeth just gave birth to their second boy this year and are preparing to have a third child. The eldest brother, John, is also considered sensible. When he reaches adulthood, he will probably work in a department such as the Psychic Department of the Imperial Security Bureau, with a bright future.

Their marriage was very happy.

"But the initial battle almost killed him." When Augustus said this, Arcturus couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

The valuable thing is that Valerian is not crooked. Apart from being a little pretentious, he has not contracted any bad habits, and he is not a squeamish noble son. Whether it is politics, social situations or academics, you can do very well.

Valerian is not an upright or almost rigid person like Matt Horner. He has some evil things in his heart, but as long as he is not a saint, he will have seven emotions and six desires, and desires are also the ladder of progress.

Compared to his father Arcturus, Valerian undoubtedly has a good heart, and some of his traits almost certainly come from his mother and have nothing to do with his father.

Augustus preferred to call these qualities virtues.

"You and I have both experienced battles of one kind or another. It should be said that we have both crawled out of the dead." Arcturus said: "I originally did not support him going to the front line, but since he has gone, he should accept it. The murderer will also be killed."

"I was already prepared that he would run away in despair after the first battle, but the fact that he survived until now shows that he is lucky and proves his ability."

"This boy looks like me," Augustus said.

Augustus' life can really be called a contented one, although he attributed all of this to his own foresight and surprisingly good luck, and he even had to ask why he was himself.

Although the Mengsk family cannot be said to be in love with each other, at least everyone is still there. That is to say, my sister Dorothy cannot get married, but since she is not in a hurry, Augustus has no reason to rush her.

"He is so much like you." Arcturus did not deny this.

"Well, I think you should really read these letters, just like I wrote to you in the past." As Augustus said this, he was pushing the hologram on his desk towards Ark Tours.

Augustus is a nostalgic person, and this holographic imager is still the one given to him by Arcturus.

When Arcturus was hesitating to take a look, an imperial official knocked on the door of the war room and brought his bill on new labor laws and civil rights. This bill will help ease the internal employment of the empire. Nervous question.

This official's party mainly represents the interests of the blue-collar working class of the empire in the Imperial Parliament, and he himself is by no means a rhetorical speculator. He was not even an Imperial before, but an aboriginal of the Red Stone Planet. He was forced to become an Imperial citizen only when the Empire incorporated this planet into its territory.

Augustus's Tyran Empire tried as much as possible to give everyone, regardless of their high or low birth, a chance to display their talents.

While Augustus was busy with official duties, Arcturus opened the mailbox in the holographic projector.

Arcturus was surprised to find that these letters totaled hundreds, which meant that Valerian wrote a letter to Augustus almost every two days. He realized that his son must have A lot of free time is spent on this.

October 31st, Dominion Day, is a day worth remembering.

I wrote this down because I thought I was going to die in the next unexpected battle. If I died, whoever picked up this personal terminal, please - if not, I hope it would be us against each other. Amon and his other zerg comrades, my uncle called them comrades.

No matter who you are, please download these and send them to my family. The Khamensk family will be deeply grateful, as always:

This was my first time participating in a battle, and it was unlike anything taught in any textbook, unlike any scene in a holographic simulation. Holographic projection can simulate a creature 100%, but it cannot simulate the moist and hot breathing of the zerg.

I estimated that the enemy was ten times as numerous as we were, and that was indeed the case later.

Zerg are such creatures. They are not the Korhal dogs that can only muster the courage to attack humans when they are in groups. But when they start to attack, both the Protoss and humans find themselves at an absolute disadvantage in numbers.

General Duke told me that the Zerg never fights unprepared battles. These damn beasts have more eyes than humans and can see ten steps ahead.

He may be much smarter than he appears.

The field manual issued by the Marine Corps Command states that the Zerg wins by numbers, and this is indeed the case.

I think the Zerg just took the most effective way to win. Various cases show that the Zerg is accustomed to winning by numbers, but sometimes they take decapitation actions or pollute the water supply system of an entire city to defeat the enemy without fighting.

It depends on the personality and on-the-spot judgment of each brain worm, but in most cases these swarm masters are extremely rational creatures and they rarely make mistakes.

Although I don't care about this, by the way, I gave the same answer in Professor Adam's Zerg Strategy and Tactics course, but he only gave me a B+, and I have never received a rating lower than an A.

I don't know what's wrong with him.

They may have never even seen a cerebral worm, and there is one in the palace, which fully proves that the difference between cerebral worms can be as big as the difference between species.

It is appropriate to say that Alpha is a wolf raised by dogs, and our cerebral worms can really bark.

Well, I have said so much about things that have nothing to do with this battle, but I am ashamed to admit to you, my uncle, that I was indeed scared. Although it was only for a short period of time, I guess it was no more than ten seconds. But usually, one second is enough to be fatal, and if the enemy is a Protoss, their reaction will be faster than this.

We encountered the zerg in the Rhine Valley. This is an obscure little place, so small that our commander only named it two hours ago because it looks like his hometown.

Usually, our lieutenant AI will randomly extract the names of heroes from its database to piece together place names. If it is lucky, it will be the Dead Water Policewoman, Matt's flag, and the worst I have ever seen, the nipple of Tychus.

As my teacher Adam taught me, I must write the situation concisely.

The 101st Marine Battalion landed in the Rhine Valley and was ambushed immediately. Seven thunder beasts, hundreds of destroyers, and three thousand other types of alien zerg.

We know that there was once a secondary main nest here, but it had been destroyed by Delta Squadron. The mission of the 101st Marines is just to finish it off and clear out the possible few fish that have escaped. Because the Empire will rebuild a colony here sooner or later, as long as there is any news about the alien zerg, it will deter the colonists.

And as long as a brain worm or queen worm is left, the zerg swarm will soon revive on this planet.

A baby-level mission.

Our boss must think so. Obviously, he is either as stupid as a donkey or a pig.

We were stunned.

The commander died on the spot, followed by his adjutant, and then a large number of soldiers who were shouting and screaming. The disgusting bile of the destroyer stuck to their bodies like fire.

According to combat regulations, the transfer of military command on the front line should be completed instantly. If the battalion commander dies, then his deputy battalion commander will take over next. If the deputy battalion commander dies, then the next level will take over, and so on.

Unfortunately, that was me.

You must have learned about this incident later, because it made a big fuss, probably not just because there were royal family members in this unit.

I handled it pretty well. I was indeed panicked at the beginning, but others were more panicked than me.

Most of these people were recruits. You would say that recruits perform novice tasks, and babies have baby buses.

So I became the calmest one.

I soon discovered that we were not defeated in an instant as we thought. At least no matter how terrible the enemy is, it is impossible to wipe out hundreds of fully armed marines and powerful imperial mechas in an instant.

Because we have siege tanks and war wolves, and those driving them are not rookies - although most of these bulky machines were destroyed by a round of acid bile volleys from the destroyers at the beginning of the battle.

I know I must use these heavy firepower. In this damn place, we must have a place that can at least be called a position to hold until the arrival of support. If not, I have to let my men think that we have a position in the Rhine Valley in the communication channel, and use the mecha as a temporary shelter if necessary.

Any place will do.

So I ordered everyone to gather to me. Surprisingly, those originally panicked soldiers immediately recovered their combat effectiveness after receiving the order - at least they got a direction to move forward.

Because the commander died at the beginning, no one gave them any decent orders. Everyone was affected by the shouting and crying in the channel, thinking that we had been defeated and had no idea what to do.

I was lucky enough, because more than half of the people in this battalion still escaped the initial massacre and came to the assembly point I hastily set up. I was lucky enough, because we had the fucking battlecruiser we landed on right above us, and the battlecruiser didn't even have to move its main guns before it used its ground-to-ground laser batteries to incinerate all those Zerg.

Just like you said.

The lone wolf dies, the pack survives.

November 2.

The journey was extremely difficult. No one had ever told me that the winter rain on the Tulasis II was so unpleasant.

While we were resting here, Korhal sent two thousand new soldiers, so from then on we were all veterans. I became an officer, because those older than me either died or were transferred to other damaged units as the backbone of reconstruction.

This is the Marine Corps.

I was secretly happy about being promoted for this reason. I am really not a human being.

November 3.

Everyone in my battalion was very happy about my exceptional promotion and thought it was justified.

My father said to me that you were born to achieve great things.

Later I learned that this sentence was used to describe Caesar - the founder of the ancient Roman Empire on Earth, the dictator of the former Republic, and his successor Octavian Augustus was the first emperor of this empire.

And this sentence has now almost become the family motto of the Mengsk family, an amazing coincidence. But this can also be explained in this way. Humans like to name their offspring after great men.

Perhaps the evolution of our world really follows the laws of mechanical precision. Zeratul's Dark Templars believe in fate, and I dare not say that they are wrong now.

But we are human beings after all, and man can conquer nature.

November 7.

D-44 rations, they call those whole peeled and sealed canned peaches the emperor's buttocks, and this disrespectful name lingers in my mind.

I must confess to you. (End of this chapter)