"Okay... Just pretend you don't. I can't think of any other choice for that Cerberus commander." Kerrigan said with a smile: "Any Federation soldier with a sense of shame and morality
After hearing about the great revolution we are engaged in, everyone should not hesitate to devote themselves to the revolutionary cause and stand among us."
As a psyker with telepathic abilities and one of the people closest to Augustus, Kerrigan is perhaps the woman in the world who knows Augustus best outside of his family.
Many people regard Augustus as a great, noble and flawless man of perfection, lacking only in the charm that age has given him.
But only Kerrigan knew that Augustus's original dream was just to own a three-bedroom apartment in a small city. Later, his dream expanded a bit, that is, to be a leisurely farmer, living an idyllic life.
Spend the rest of your life.
Now, something called destiny was forced upon Augustus, which required him to become a leader or else he and his family would die.
"Actually, he doesn't have much choice." Augustus shrugged: "Either he doesn't work for us, or he will be executed or brainwashed by the federation after he returns."
"Within this year, we will integrate this unit into our combat order." Augustus said: "...It will be temporarily assigned to Colonel Ilya Kurovsky's armored division. No matter how powerful the person is,
It’s better to be commanded by those who have obtained the devil from heaven.”
"You are so petty," Kerrigan said to Augustus.
"You are too kind to the people of the devil in heaven."
Augustus paced a few steps in the central command room: "You won't understand... when you tell others that you want to make a revolution with me? If you fail, you will die. But they still followed.
You come here and some people don’t even care about politics or the change of government.”
"This is a troubled world... The people I trust most are always my relatives, the devil in heaven and the general."
"Well, you have done a good job." Augustus sighed: "Sarah, you have done a good job these days and never make mistakes. I really don't know what I would do if I lost you.
."
"This is just my job." A look of secret joy flashed across Kerrigan's slightly pale face because she always looked after Augustus day and night. This was not very common on the normally cold red-haired ghost.
.
Sarah Kerrigan, in her family before she was five years old, her father was always a dignified man, and even her mother rarely praised her daughter, and her life after joining the Ghost Academy became even more monotonous and cold.
In fact, all it takes is a heartfelt compliment - or even a superficial one - to make the red-haired ghost smile. Tell Kerrigan that you really, really need her, and she'll do it for you.
Give it all in one word.
Although this was just a casual remark from the heart of Augustus, this was exactly what impressed Kerrigan. Kerrigan was used to lies, conspiracies and intrigues, and had seen the ugliest human nature and decorated it with hypocrisy.
The appearance is extremely evil, so words from the heart are even more valuable.
Only Augustus would do this, which is why Kerrigan was so fascinated by him.
"No one can do it better than you." Augustus looked at Kerrigan.
"I know." Kerrigan finally stopped and smiled brightly.
"You really think so."
I don’t know why, when Augustus saw this smile, he thought of Lisa Cassidy on Korhal IV. Although it was only for a moment and Augustus himself didn’t pay attention, he will definitely pay for it tonight.
A terrible price.
Kerrigan's bright smile disappeared in an instant, as if a bone-chilling cold blew through the lush grass and the flowers withered.
"What's wrong?" Augustus said, "Did you smile just now? Your smile is very charming, better than the most beautiful noble lady of Tarsonis I have ever seen. Seeing you smile can at least make me feel better.
There’s just too much going on these days.”
Kerrigan frowned, and just when she was thinking of what to say, a series of English messages suddenly popped up on the wall on one side of the central command room, indicating that Norad III was connecting to communications.
Without further ado, Edmund Duke's pointed head and domineering eyes appeared on the screen.
"Sorry, it looks like you are flirting. As a gentleman, I am deeply sorry." Duke's expression was serious, but his words were not so serious: "I probably missed a good show."
As a Tarsonis noble, Duke frequently mingled in the social circles of nobles when he was young, and he was quite familiar with the chaos of noble social relations. In his opinion, young men and women in the firewood might like
Do something exciting for a special occasion.
"You are still so humble and polite, General Duke." Augustus was not angry: "What happened deserves you to use the emergency line."
"Well...it's not an important thing - at least in my opinion." Duke waved his hand. He also knew that teasing a high-ranking and powerful person was not a wise move.
Maybe Augustus at this time was still approachable and never cared about anything, but who knows if he would settle old scores again when he sits in a higher position and truly holds the power of Koprulu.
"You'll know just by looking at this, but don't blind your eyes." He said still harshly.
As soon as the picture turned, a golden flash of light immediately occupied the entire holographic projection screen.
These flashes were so dazzling that Augustus felt like he was looking directly at a golden star, and double images and black spots even appeared in front of his eyes.
It was a huge fleet composed of battleships that exuded golden blue light. The curves, patterns and light blue plasma shields of each battleship were as exquisite as beautiful handicrafts, and the elegant arcs were perfect and elegant.
Harmony, the soft light blue halo emitted by the crystal resonance is like spreading waves.
There are at least a hundred Protoss aircraft carriers and a hundred times the number of First Class battleships. Their figures occupy all the cameras of the Norad III, blocking the brilliance of the stars and planets in the Sara galaxy, as if they are the ones that illuminate the universe.
The star itself in the universe. Countless small fighter planes that look like pale golden moths fly up and down around the fleet, passing through the galaxy like a swarm of bees. They are as beautiful as butterflies, but they are also absolutely deadly killers.
Directly in front of this fleet are the retreating Jormungandr swarm and the planet Cha Sara in the Sara system. The latter has now been completely reduced to a lavender planet covered with a thick carpet of bacteria.
"That's..." Kerrigan's jade-green eyes widened.
This huge fleet is undoubtedly a combination of the art of war and beauty. To be more precise, they should have been the ultimate in aesthetics, raising war to the level of art.
"Star Spirit." Augustus whispered a word.
"Not Tal'darim," Kerrigan said.
"They are indeed here." Augustus said in a voice that only he could hear: "Wherever there are zerg, the star spirits follow them."
At this time, multiple screens in the central command room lit up at the same time.
The official communication channels of the Sarah Galaxy and many nearby colonial worlds are still open, and have become more and more frequent in the past two months. But now, the number of communications sent and received has begun to skyrocket, and a word has begun to appear frequently.
Among the messages intercepted by the revolutionary army.
Golden glitter.
"What are they doing?" As Kerrigan muttered to herself, the protoss fleet's cylindrical capital ships passed by the edge of the Sara system at phantom speeds and dispersed into the outer space orbit of Cha Sara.
. Its hull is perpendicular to the surface of the planet at all latitudes, and the fan-shaped hatch on the bow opens with an increasingly bright golden-blue flash.