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731 You can always trust Zeratul

 Among humans, protoss and zerg, countless battleships are firing at the same time, and countless warriors are dying at the same time.

The firelight outside the Empire's flagship White Star reflected the frightening red light, reflecting the majestic golden wolf statues on the bridge, and even more highlighting their giant eyes inlaid with vermilion gems. These giant eyes shined with bright red light, and their gazes were intense.

It touches everyone present, as if it can penetrate the heart.

Emperor Augustus stood in front of a row of portholes, his expression still so resolute and strong, as if he was wearing a bronze mask. Behind him, holographic icons composed of parabolas, straight lines and numbers were clearly depicted.

A war of unprecedented scale.

His flagship was passing between two swarm Leviathans. The laser cannons on both sides kept rotating and firing, smashing hundreds of alien dragons into pieces. In an instant, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and countless

Broken limbs, insect eyes and dragon-like membrane wings are scattered in the cold space.

There are perhaps a hundred times more zerg here than there are on Char, so many that they can drown out the lights of thousands of friendly ships. The layers of zerg flying creatures are like a vast ocean, coming in overwhelming numbers, and only the focused plasma of the Yamato cannon can be seen.

The bunch suddenly appeared among the vast ocean of insects.

Amon allowed his rage to drive the swarm.

When the White Star fought its way through the sea of ​​insects, a large number of protoss battleships and fighter planes rushed toward her aggressively, and their crazy and fearless attitude was no less than that of the insect swarm.

Earlier, the shield force field raised by the White Star was crawling with bloodthirsty and ferocious zerg. Now it is overwhelmed by the attacks of these protoss ships. The violent tremors caused by the ion beam bombardment of the ship's hull are on the bridge.

It can be easily felt on the ship, and Augustus does not need to hold on to the bridge gangway to remain motionless.

Following Augustus' gaze and looking forward across these protoss ships, you can see two Ark ships facing each other, the Spear of Adun and the Pride of Otalis.

No one can ignore these two unparalleled giant ships, because they both occupy the entire starry sky outside the window with their undisputed majesty. For these two super giant ships that are dozens of miles long, the distance between them is also small.

In fact, it is not that far away, and they are still approaching each other at an alarming speed, like two blue giant stars about to collide.

The two protoss arks are equally gorgeous, equally elegant, and contrary to common sense, combine the lightness of feathers with the grandeur of a palace, and are full of beauty. In the eyes of El's protoss, just as sunlight and gold are inseparable, so is elegance.

It goes hand in hand with war.

However, at the moment, the two Ark ships are using each other to destroy the city in an instant. They are bombarding each other with star destroyer cannons, solar ray guns, giant rail guns, purification beams, and static force fields. They are among the battleships.

The giants, the battle between the giants was shattering.

They are the only two Ark ships left in the Protoss Empire. Now one is controlled by Amon the Fallen, and the other is the flagship of Artanis, the high-ranking executive of Duram. They are ordered to prevent this dark Ark from breaking into the Protoss.

Massacres were rampant among the allied forces with the Empire.

This is a war between two arks, and such a magnificent scene may never be seen again in the future.

It is ironic to say that the Protoss Empire built the ark ship in order to preserve the fire of the protoss, and not to let future generations use it to launch wars and fratricide.

The Pride of Ark Otalis is just as majestic as her sister ship the Spear of Adun, except that the huge hull is covered with sharp ice formed by the condensation of void energy, and the spear-like hull is shining with dazzling light.

, as if burned by blue fire. And the protoss battleships and fighter planes following the Pride of Otalis were also shrouded in gorgeous blue flames, so the Phoenix fighter among them truly became a fire phoenix bathed in flames.

The Pride of Altaris and those protoss ships were all loyal to the Conclave, the former rulers of the Protoss Empire, and had parted ways with the Dallam Protoss led by Tassadar many years ago.

This schism began with a civil war that broke out in the Protoss Empire after the Zerg invaded Aiur, between the Templar class led by Executor Tassadar and the Arbiter class represented by the Conclave.

The former eventually went to Sagulath to unite with the Nerazim protos there and evolved into the Dalam protoss, while the latter left Aiur forever and escaped into deep space, with its whereabouts unknown.

The Conclave and their followers are unwilling to associate with the Dark Templar who have turned their backs on Kara, and refuse to even stand with them on the same land. In order to maintain the purity of Kara, the Arbitrators are willing to execute anyone they see.

The Dark Templar.

It is conceivable that when the dark god Amon corrupted the entire Kara, and when the overwhelming anger and hatred filled the sea of ​​​​spirits, the Supreme Council had no room for resistance.

Augustus once stood on Tassadar's side and participated in the war with the Supreme Council. Since the benevolent Tassadar was unwilling to order the extermination of the Supreme Council, he knew that the war between the two factions of the divided Protoss Empire had resumed.

It's only a matter of time.

Although Augustus didn't know how many of these star spirits in front of him were still sane, he thought that if they survived, their consistent beliefs would probably collapse, and then the ruling foundation of the Supreme Council would only be the former stars.

The ancient tradition of the Arbitrator class taking power in the Spirit Empire, and this is probably not as useful as before.

But can any of them survive this war and live to the end?

Kara brought unity to the conflicting protoss and a golden age of prosperity, but would also destroy them.

"Damn, I've never seen so many protoss, zerg, and humans in one day."

The one who spoke was Tychus Finlay behind Augustus. He was six and a half feet tall. He was even more of a giant when he put on the special red power armor. He was taller than everyone else. People said that Tychus only thought about himself in everything.

, is the most notorious of the many villains in the empire. No matter what, he has been following the emperor for fifteen years.

There are many people throughout the Empire who deeply dislike Tychus Finley, but even these people have never questioned his loyalty to the Emperor.

"If we can't kill Aemon, we will see more in the future." Raynor said. He was also wearing power armor, and the armor glowed with the dark gray color of winter and mist of the demon in heaven.

Jim Raynor was by no means a strict disciplinarian, but he had always been loyal to his duties and had a rare sense of justice. No one could have imagined that someone like him would become friends with the criminal thief Tychus, just like

No one could have imagined that this farm boy from Shiloh would now be the Marshal of the Empire. It is said that Emperor Augustus trusted Reno more than everyone else put together.

As they said this, the White Star was still accelerating forward. Hundreds of battlecruisers followed the flagship and sailed away from the dense swarm of insects. The endless zerg chased them, like a thousand-mile long river.

Smoke traces.

Behind are tens of billions of ferocious-looking zerg, bent on drilling through human warships and chewing up the flesh and blood inside. In front are two protoss fleets fighting each other, with warriors loyal to Artanis and parliamentary guards of the Supreme Council standing in front of them.

The stars draw their swords at each other.

The fleet of the Supreme Council lies in front of the imperial fleet. There are only a few more warships. Each warship has a history longer than the humans of the Koprulu sector. It is as majestic and magnificent as a palace, resplendent and magnificent. The huge Kedarin

The sail emblem of the Olga tribe is carefully carved on the crystal, and the patterns and symbols engraved on it are all in the gorgeous style of the Protoss Empire era.

Even among their kind, the Origa protoss are too proud. The Origa protoss built the first protoss ship. Their fleet first conquered the sea where El storms gathered, and later conquered the entire galaxy.

The far end is also included in the territory of the Protoss Empire.

During the civil war in the Protoss Empire, the Origa tribe and most of their fleet sided with the Supreme Council. By the end of the war, they were almost completely lost. And so far, Origa has never betrayed the people they swore allegiance to.

oath.

Today, half of Origa's fleet is still loyal to the Conclave, while the other half is under the command of Tassadar, the leader of Duram.

At the moment, the two Origa fleets belonging to the Supreme Council and Durham are clearly fighting each other. Those protoss fighter planes with graceful curves are like dancing elegantly and taking off from the gorgeous battleships.

, riding on the brilliant blue plasma flames like the long tail of comets, they rushed towards each other. Their bodies were light and graceful, the bright metal on their surfaces shone, and the light they released when they caught fire and exploded was also extremely brilliant.

El's protoss fights openly and honestly at all times, even in civil wars.

Of course, they are now coming directly to the White Star in an open and honest manner. At this moment, the fleets of all parties are almost in close contact, and the situation is extremely chaotic. I am afraid that no matter how many conspiracies and tricks are used, they will be of no use.

An aircraft carrier with both sides of its hull covered with brilliant blue crystals headed straight for the White Star, its entire body shining with red light, like a lit calamus.

This battleship is still a classic style after the catastrophe of the ages, shaped like an exploded bulging pod, and even the latest aircraft carrier may have a history of several centuries. No matter what her name is, she must have been associated with "greatness" and "greatness".

The words "glory" and "glory" are linked together.

What an honor! Now this aircraft carrier has identified the White Star and rammed it head-on.

It is obviously a beautiful, elegant and surprisingly powerful battleship, but Eamon treats her like a mosquito. God knows if he has even taken a look here.

The White Star would not crash into it stupidly. Even at such speed and distance, it would be difficult for two huge battleships to collide with each other. However, the aircraft carrier still pursued her until several other

An Imperial Gorgon-class battlecruiser arrived and fired several shots at it, severely damaging it.

At this moment, the White Star was already scarred. The previous attack from a void glow ship even penetrated the two decks under its strong armor and detonated the apron behind the flight deck.

Another time, a Swarm Devourer penetrated the ship's armor and hit the bridge. Corrosion spores that could easily corrode fine steel were splashed everywhere, corroding equipment and starting a fire that was only just extinguished.

Fortunately, the White Star is large enough and its structure is strong enough to withstand such a test.

Even so, Augustus was still safe and sound, as if he was really the one Arcturus said was destined. In addition, Augustus also refused any requests for him to hide in the captain's room.

suggestions.

"I think this ship is going to fall apart soon," Tychus muttered.

Renault said: "I still miss the Hyperion."

"The situation of the protoss will not be much better than ours." He looked at the Spear of Adun and the Pride of Altaris outside the porthole: "If Amon hadn't used void energy to decorate his battleship, we might have been in trouble.

The enemy and I are divided."

"That's it. Even with our military strength, we are unable to deal with the El Insect Swarm and the Supreme Council's fleet at the same time."

By this time, the battle between the Spear of Adun and the Pride of Altaris had been going on for several hours. Even the shield system, which was also maintained by the core of the sun, was riddled with holes. Both sides had caused considerable trauma to each other.

It is larger than a battlecruiser, and it will take even the most outstanding Kalai engineers a long time to repair such a wound.

If this battle continues like this, both arks will surely suffer losses, because the Pride of Altaris, which has been controlled by Amon, is determined not to stop.

In contrast, Augustus was more concerned about the war above Ayr.

The armies of the Empire and Durham have landed on Aiur, and the Purifier Protoss and Tal'darin have also sent out troops to support, in order to clear the void rift on the planet so that Amon's incarnation of the evil god can be eliminated.

Lest he be reborn here.

Augustus has no intention of recapturing Ayr from Aemon, but he must prevent his resurrection from the dead.

The white star's tactical display screen depicts fierce battle scenes on the planet, ranging from the sky of Aiur to the high-altitude orbit, down to the surface and even the underground temple deep in the dark tunnel.

This is a real battle, and it will last at least a few more days and nights or longer. Fortunately, they don't have to actually capture the entire Ayr.

Before the troops on Ayr destroy the evil god's host, Augustus's army and his allies must stop Amon's other armies rushing to aid Ayr. For this reason, even if more battleships are lost, Augustus will not be able to fight again.

No matter what.

There is no doubt that Amon will do whatever it takes to keep the evil god's body that he returned to the universe, and the golden fleet must be rushing to Aiel non-stop.

But Amon has more than one good card in his hand: the Golden Fleet.

Think about it, Augustus said to himself, the Overlord of the Swarm is also a servant of Amon, who created the Overlord and the Swarm.

As if in response to Augustus's idea, a wormhole that was taking shape suddenly appeared in this space. This wormhole may not be as large or as stable as the one created by the first generation of masters when they invaded Aiur many years ago.

, but enough for swarms of Behemoths and Leviathan to pass through.

"Fuck you." Tychus cursed.

"Maybe it's not that bad." Renault found some green light from the swarms of insects pouring out of the wormhole. They were battleships made of dim metallic rocks, with sharp edges and beautiful shapes.

"You came at the right time." Augustus smiled.

He knew this was Zeratul coming.()


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