The space of the Tiberus galaxy is filled with flashes of human and protoss warships firing. Deadly laser flames and terrifying particle beams sweep across the entire space. The remains of humans, protoss and zerg are scattered in every corner, so
The tragic scene is truly appalling.
Very few people noticed an Imperial battlecruiser jumping out of the distorted space-time fluctuations at the edge of the galaxy, and her majestic silhouette was crossing the battle line, heading toward the battlefield alone at full speed, like a lone hero attending a meeting alone.
Once they jumped to the Tiberus galaxy, countless radio signals were sent to the Hyperion communication tower like snowflakes. All of them, without exception, came from the full-channel communication signals of the Tiberus Empire fleet. It seemed that there were several
Thousands of people were talking, shouting and screaming at the same time.
A Phoenix fighter plane was crashing past the bridge of the Hyperion, with several alien dragons attached to it. The Phoenix fighter's maneuvering speed was much faster than the flying speed of the alien dragons, but it was obvious before it was caught.
Has been seriously injured.
On the bridge of the Hyperion, Admiral Matt Horner's serious face and eyes like deep water were sometimes illuminated by the bright firelight outside the porthole. Dr. Emil Narud was standing on the other side with a calm expression.
, the loose white uniform was suddenly worn by him like a ball gown, like an old-fashioned aristocrat savoring the war on the sand table.
Occasionally, when Narud saw the ferocious-looking alien dragon flashing past the porthole, he would show a small expression of fear at the right time, elegant and unpretentious. It seemed that if there were other people standing next to him, he would not be able to restrain himself.
The two living quarters are fighting.
As the Hyperion accelerated towards the center of the Tiberus system, they were getting closer and closer to the core of the battlefield, and the number and strains of the zerg gradually increased at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At this moment, the flickering lights on the Imperial battleships and Protoss battleships are already faintly visible, and the red and blue bridge lights are looming in the dark curtain of the universe. The density of the zerg is also much greater than the outer space of the Tiberus galaxy.
Times, the Hyperion seemed to be chopping through waves in a sea of zerg, unable to move even an inch.
The remains of a Swarm Leviathan are gradually enlarging under the bridge of the Hyperion, and it seems to be only a small part of its huge body.
It is unimaginable what kind of terrible weapon tore this small half of the body from the "Moon of Insects" covered with strong and heavy armor. The section looked like it had been cut completely by a sharp blade, as if it had an extremely high drop.
The cliff of flesh and blood, the bright red blood stagnating in space like a falling waterfall, the squirming meridians and blood vessels seem to be trying in vain to repair the severely damaged body.
There are also fragments of huge metal debris scattered around this Leviathan that is emitting bright golden light. It is conceivable that it was once part of a protoss battleship.
Not far away, a dimly lit Imperial Minotaur-class battlecruiser was parked alone next to Leviathan's corpse. Its magnificent hull was already covered in scars. Sensors showed that this great Imperial battleship
There are no longer any signs of life above.
Matt only hopes that the crew of this battleship will be transferred to another ship in time, but he knows that this is just a wish. Even in the best case scenario, a battleship that sinks in a fierce battle will definitely drag her down.
Some of the crew members were buried together.
After a while, multiple messages will be sent to the Imperial Navy headquarters in Augustgrad. Then, parents will receive news that their children have been deemed killed in action or missing.
Every battleship is more than a number or a spiritual symbol.
When the Hyperion passed by the battleship at high speed, the tragic scene on it was immediately displayed in front of everyone on the bridge. It could be seen that multiple fatal wounds even penetrated several decks, and the inner passages of the ship
It was full of scorch marks burned by the flames. The stern of the ship seemed to have been run over by a pair of invisible giant hands. Even the ribs on the side were exposed from under the fallen armor plate, and huge pipes extended like flesh thorns.
came out, with charred flesh and blood stuck to it.
Miserable, sad, and desperate, what those Imperial soldiers experienced before they died was far more miserable than what was described on paper.
"May the spirits of these heroes rest in peace." Dr. Narud made a prayer gesture, with a deep look of sadness on his face. As a Xel'naga, Narud is fully capable of showing human empathy in a timely manner.
, but he will never feel the same way.
“They are all great!”
Matt withdrew his gaze from the wreckage of the battleship and said nothing.
More wreckage of imperial warships appeared. These steel behemoths that once guarded various imperial worlds to ensure peace were now just iron coffins that were either burning or waiting to cool down.
Not only human ones, but the remains of protoss warships are also scattered in this cold starship cemetery. Even if they have been destroyed, they are still as beautiful as fragments of gold and blue glass. The battle of the Tiberus Galaxy has already
It lasted for many days, and more than just a few battleships were lost.
In contrast, there were much more corpses of zerg, so many that they could be counted in millions. But what does that matter? It was just that, the Overlord didn't care about this level of casualties.
Not only the corpses of mutalisks, corrupted flying insects and swarm devourers, but also the remains of Leviathan and Behemoth. Obviously, the swarms that have been unable to capture the Tiberus system have also paid a heavy price.
cost.
The only thing that gave Matt some relief was that the number of blasted mosquitoes in the second-generation dominator swarm was not large, otherwise the battle would have been much more difficult.
Emperor Augustus ordered Alexey Stokov to lead an elite fleet to guard Char. It was a prescient move. He lost the largest number of mosquito nests in Char's Bone Trench. Now the second generation of mosquitoes is
The number of explosive mosquitoes in the swarm has been depleted, and the newly born mosquitoes are far unable to keep up with the consumed ones, so that there is a dilemma of having no available troops.
Soon, the remaining Imperial warships in the Tiberus system discovered and responded to the Hyperion. The good news is that although Horace Warfield's fleet was severely damaged, the warships that were still able to fight were still there.
There are more than eighty ships.
Some Imperial warships have been completely destroyed, and their wreckage is scattered in the dark and cold space. Others have simply lost the ability to move or fire, and the Imperial Navy soldiers on them are fighting for the Zerg that have entered the warship.
Fighting to the death for control of every inch of space.
On those crumbling battlecruisers, damage control personnel were still racing against time to reinforce damaged bulkheads, connect damaged fire water pipes and hydraulic mains, lay emergency circuits, and try their best to get their battleships up and running again.
Even returning to the fight.
But for God's sake, this is not something that one or two SCVs can fix.
Currently, the remaining Imperial warships are forming a dense defensive formation together with the protoss fleet, which can barely resist the torrent of impact of the insect swarm.
The bad news is that as the three-point coalition forces further advanced towards the outskirts of the Tiberus system, the Overlord tripled the number of troops in anger, intending to deal with the Warfield and Atanis fleets of Tiberus as soon as possible.
But this may not be bad news. For Matt, who is about to rush into the battle to activate the Xel'Naga artifact, the more zerg in the Tiberus system, the better.
Looking at the star chart, Matt realized that it was entirely natural for the Master to be anxious.
Edmund Duke's Alpha Squadron has arrived in the nearby system of Tiberus, which is only a few light years away. Mira Han's Imperial Reaver fleet will arrive in less than half a day to support, but now there is a
The Hive Fleet held them firmly back.
Thinking of Mira, Matt shook his head unconsciously. Just seeing the name, Matt was two heads and two older, and she was one of the few women that he couldn't resist at all.
In the other direction, the fleet of Duram Protoss Executor Koronis is also approaching the Tilborn system, and is locked in an inextricable fight with the main force of the Grund swarm.
The fleet under Koronis has been formed since the era of the Protoss Empire, and has carried out expeditions to capture Dark Templar warriors and search for Xel'Naga ruins in peaceful times and across the galaxy.
But not only were they unable to find the Dark Templar, Koronis and his men also regretted not being able to return home in time when Aiur fell. Because of this, these people live in pain and self-blame all day long.
The Templars among them are at the forefront, trying to atone for the crimes they have committed.
These noble protoss can't wait to rush to die with the zerg before the fall of Aiur. The fighting power of these noble protoss can be seen in the spirit of disregarding death.
Behind Colonis, the 7th fleet of the Protoss Empire is also on its way.
It is another fleet from the Protoss Empire period. Even if it is just a microcosm of the old Invincible Fleet, this fleet is already quite large. This perfectly explains what it means to have a rich family, and a skinny camel is bigger than a horse.
The protoss always like to directly jump over existing battleships and buildings instead of building new ones. You never know what horrible things the protoss can pull out of their ancestral graves that they have almost forgotten. It may be possible under the feet of humans.
On the planet, a huge fleet of protoss slept, and when it woke up, it clamored to regain its ancient ancestral land.
"Admiral Horner, the sensors show that a large number of zerg are leaving the main battlefield and coming towards us." Matt's adjutant Porter reminded at this time:
"It is the winged nest group of Sutur Swarm, among which there are four Swarm Leviathans."
Before he finished speaking, the iconic blue carapace and blood-red eyes of the Sutur Hive seemed to be close at hand. The Sutur Zerg has always been known for its terrifying aggression, and can be regarded as the most powerful among the swarms. Berserker branch.
In the shadow descending under the Hyperion, like a furious swarm, a large number of mutalisks and corrupted flying insects pounced on the majestic imperial flagship, and acid and shields immediately appeared on the rising green shield. The fire produced by force field collision and erosion.
Hyperion's naval guns roared again, and the powerful and violent firepower of this legendary warship with outstanding merits immediately and mercilessly tore apart every Zerg that tried to get close.
At the same time, more zerg life signals appeared on the Hyperion's main screen. The red light spots on each display panel were beating crazily. The number of zerg in this area exceeded one in a few minutes. Ten billion.
"Why did they suddenly come towards us?" Narud's gray eyebrows frowned uneasily: "Maybe the zerg have noticed the existence of the artifact, and their perception of Xel'Naga creations is quite keen."
"Maybe the master has already had doubts." Matt nodded: "Then let him be afraid for a while longer."
"Potter, contact all your own empires and protoss battleships and put what I want to say next on the public channel."
"It's General." The adjutant immediately obeyed.
"To all our captains who heard this communication, this is the Hyperion, and we are heading towards the center of the swarm fleet." Matt knew that the commander of the Protoss fleet could also hear what he was saying:
"We have a Xel'Naga artifact in our hands. Repeat, we have a Xel'Naga artifact in our hands and we are heading towards the center of the swarm fleet."
"Requesting covering fire."
"General Horner, the Shield of El has been received." A moment later, the voice of Artanis, the senior executive officer of Durham, came: "Attention, all fleets, we need to help the Hyperion open a path to the swarm. The road to the center of the fleet.”
"Follow my flagship, we will break through from the front!"
"Did you hear everything?" Warfield's tired but still determined voice came slowly from the other side: "No matter what the cost, no matter how many sacrifices are made, we must ensure that the Hyperion can reach the center of the formation."
"All Imperial fleets, advance!
Artanis and Warfield knew what Matt was preparing to do, but ordinary captains didn't.
That's it, all Imperial and Protoss warships who received the order, without exception, turned their bows to attract the zerg firepower for the Hyperion.
The Imperial Gorgon-class battlecruiser The Thunder is on the Hyperion's path. In the previous battle, the shields of this warship that had been attacked by the swarm had long been exhausted. All over, the surface is devastated.
Without any hesitation, Thor's Hammer went straight towards a Leviathan that rushed towards the Hyperion. In the dark void, two huge phantoms collided head-on.
Immediately, the captain of Quake ordered to detonate the four Titan fusion reactors on the battleship, and the terrifying flames immediately engulfed the battleship and everything around it.
Under the absolute disadvantage of size, the Jupiter Minotaur battlecruiser still met the Leviathan in front of Hyperion, and the damaged hull once again burst into flames.
Another battleship's radio channel went completely silent, a chilling silence.
Hyperion marched all the way on the battlefield of iron and fire, and countless battleships sank along the way, and countless Zerg corpses lay dormant.