Pryor woke up leaning on a huge crown from the Hunter-Slaughter Hydralisk, whose dead-eyed, bleeding scarlet eyes were still staring at him.
In front of him, a huge Wolf Warrior mecha was dragging the corpses of several cockroaches past with steel cables, leaving stains of blood. Not far away, the corpses of Zerg were piled higher and higher, forming a mountain.
The bright yellow sun in Monlyth is rising, illuminating an imperial flag with golden light. Farther away is a towering cliff, and under the cliff is a quiet sea. The sky suddenly appears, the warm breeze blows, and the purple color
The sea surface is sparkling.
Burial Grounds, although it is surrounded by the deep sea, is still a barren and barren land. Only some withered vegetation and sparse tree shadows can be seen on the flat gray-brown wasteland. It is as if a forgotten world has come to light again.
, the winding road crosses the ancient temple, and the broken walls and towering giant statues surrounding the entire highland silently tell the story of the glory and magnificence of the past.
Countless years ago, most of this land was not submerged by the sea. Through the clear sea water, you can still see the ancient city like Atlantis, and the mysterious symbols engraved on the altar still shine to this day.
With crystal-like purple-red light, time seems to be frozen in an eternity ago.
Opening his helmet visor, Pryor could smell the smell of smokeless gunpowder, ionized air and rocket solid thrusters in the air, as well as a disgusting aroma of burnt flesh.
His army has wiped out the zerg on Monlath and driven the last remaining hive troops here.
The insect mothers of Monlais try to use the underground caves here to resist the insect swarm, and they will never give in.
In order to reduce the unnecessary sacrifice of his soldiers, he ordered people to block other exits of the cave, inject high-purity high-energy gas into it and then ignite it. Yesterday, he fell asleep listening to the screams of the zerg being burned alive. The quality of his sleep was
as good as before.
Pryor has done similar things to rebels, pirates, and protoss, using incendiary bombs and high-energy weapons to carry out efficient massacres, igniting pirate fleets as they draw gas fuel from orbit around the gaseous planet, and igniting their ships from
Leveling the surface in orbit and destroying entire cities.
But only when he dealt with the Zerg like this, no one said he was not humane enough.
When Pryor stood up again, his soldiers were preparing to burn the piled zerg corpses to completely eradicate the zerg infection. The fire quickly burned, hissing with the wind,
Hundreds of giant beast skeletons are looming in the flames, and you can get a glimpse of how huge they are in front of them.
Buried Land, he felt that no matter what the reasons were for the locals to give it such a name.
But for now, it's quite appropriate.
"Command center, contact the fleet command center immediately and ask when our supplementary fleet will arrive." While Pryor was talking in the communication channel, he tried to move his left arm and found that the armor servo there was working properly.
It makes an awkward rattling sound, which means something is obviously wrong.
There are by no means a few senior generals of the Imperial Army who visit the front lines in person. They have grown up through blood and fire, and are not comparable to those academic officers who can only dance around with tactics.
Yesterday, Pryor was knocked to the ground by a huge destroyer. The behemoth covered in white bone plate armor was like a hundred-ton tank, an unstoppable demon god.
The trapped beast still fights, he reminded himself, and he must not take the enemy who is forced into a desperate situation lightly.
"It's being done, General." His adjutant, Senfa, immediately replied.
"Then push again." Pryor said: "Do they think I can conjure an entire Marine Corps and battleships out of thin air?"
"They've always been like this." Senfa is a good compliment.
At this time, the Burial Ground was once again bustling with activity. Many huge command centers, heavy factories, and star ports were landing. When they landed, the flames they pushed back burned the war-torn land and raised large amounts of dust.
Soon supply warehouses, hangars and landing platforms rose from the ground. A whole fleet of SCVs landed on the ground, using melting guns to open the hard rock formations and cut out the crystal minerals, like peeling off the shell of a coconut.
Crystal pulp. These crystal ores will be smelted on site to be made into armor, vehicles and spaceships.
In places far away from the core world of the empire, the imperial army can only replenish supplies in this way. Although the speed is slow, it can somewhat make up for some losses.
Pryor's army has been fighting in sparsely populated and resource-poor star areas all year round. If they relied entirely on the unstable supply fleet, they would have to beg for food.
Even so, Pryor was actually one of the few imperial generals whose troops increased in number.
On the one hand, this is because Pryor prefers to achieve greater results with low battle losses, and does not exclude the use of mercenaries to attack the enemy. On the other hand, in addition to recruiting troops on the spot, he can always obtain supplements in unconventional ways.
Soldiers, such as gathering the remnants of other imperial fleets and recruiting rebels.
The sun rises higher and higher, and the military camp covered with ablative armor shines in the sun. The sky is blue, the sea shines with magnificent purple light, the temple stands between the sea and the sky, and the sea breeze brings bursts of warmth, dispersing the bloody death
taste.
Although Pryor already knew the terrain here well, he had never really been in the mood to appreciate the alien scenery of Monles until now.
Monlaith is a Protoss shrine-world that has been abandoned for many years. It surrounds a huge planet and is the largest of its eight satellites. At night in Monlaith, in the sky
There are always many huge moons gathered together, and the tidal force makes the sea boil and huge waves surge into the sky.
A few months ago, the land of Oblivion was lined with rows of prefabricated metal buildings belonging to colonists, unbuilt residential and industrial areas next to large tracts of farmland, and huge pumps pumping groundwater into a checkerboard-like pattern.
Aqueducts, greenery sprouts for the first time on a land that has been barren for a long time.
Maybe human beings are not all harmful and useless to this universe.
Although it can only be regarded as a slightly larger town, facilities such as schools, hospitals and gas stations are readily available, and there are even bars and fast food restaurants here.
Most of these immigrants came from those densely populated but stagnant planets in the Terran Empire. They fled robbery, murder and never-ending poverty, brought their families with them, and came to new worlds like Monlais to build canals and cultivate wasteland and sow seeds.
Emperor Augustus issued a decree that all newly cultivated land and property on it by the colonists are their own, and they do not have to pay taxes during the development period. It is better to be a farmer or miner in the border world than to be a slum in Tarsonis.
beggar.
Pryor has seen many such immigrants in the past. Some are so poor that they can't even afford a boat ticket to Augustgrad, while others are born with no worries about food and clothing, but crave excitement.
and adventure.
Building a home from scratch, watching its tall buildings gradually rise, and vast tracts of fertile land. Only when these people truly live for themselves do they understand the meaning of loving life.
Prior thought, and the Swarm destroyed everything, that's why he still remains in the army, fighting for the Empire.
His ideal in life is to become a marshal and then retire with dignity, then live on his pension and never work for the rest of his life. He will just do nothing until he dies, then go to see the late emperor.
In the past, Pryor served as governor of the old federation, but because Mar Sara was destroyed before he made any political achievements, it is impossible to comment on his career up to this point. Later, he was replaced by Augustus Monsignor.
Skene became a revolutionary soldier under his command, but made great progress in the military.
What a wonderful fate.
He has been fighting for the emperor for more than ten years, and he can be considered an old guy now.
However, the emperor was also shameless. He said that Pryor's military talent was as outstanding as his own. Qing Bingfeng pointed out that it was as if I were here in person.
At this time, in the landing zone in the Imperial military camp, a group of Imperial engineers were using chains to secure the siege tanks that entered the transport ship. Large mechas like Goliath and Wolf Warrior were lined up like giants.
Boarding the aft deck of the Hercules transport ship in an orderly manner.
If there is time, the Imperial Engineering Corps and Marine Corps Engineers will also help people in backward colonies build bridges, pave roads, and restore order.
The armies of Emperor Augustus often had to play such a role: they were both destroyers of the empire's enemies and builders of their homeland.
In contrast to this busy scene, the Imperial Marines were gathered around the restaurant preparing to eat. Whether it was the Marines or the Marauders and Firebats in heavy armor, they were all waiting for their first meal of the day.
Before the zerg invasion, they might still be able to get fresh fruits and vegetables and eggs at the ecological farm in Monlais, and they could make a good pot of soup with peas, onions and beef. Tarsonis whiskey and Halsain trees
Berry jam is also very popular here, but good things are lacking more than anything else. The only thing here is the sharp fangs and white bones that cannot be burned clean by the zerg fire.
The fleet always eats the best when it first leaves port, but without supplies from the colonies, fresh food is in vain.
Now Pryor's men can only pick up some MREs and No. 10 standard rations of doubtful vintage. These things have no other harmful effects besides being bland and tasteless. They are high in calories and have balanced nutrition. They just taste like eating.
A plate of mud that tastes like chewing gum. If they are lucky, they can also get some canned fruits. There are so many kinds of cans that it tastes like opening a blind box.
"General, the headquarters said the supply fleet has arrived."
Pryor's adjutant Senfa arrived in a two-seater hellfire chariot, holding some bulging plastic bags in his hands, which looked like they were having breakfast today.
"I'm afraid this fleet is invisible." Pryor looked at the sky where the sun was getting brighter and saw only a few low-flying Viking fighter planes.
But this time, support really came as promised.
A huge Leviathan suddenly appeared in the sky above the Buried Land. This behemoth was astonishingly large. The hard skin on its back was like an undulating mountain peak, with hollow chamber membrane sacs and huge tendrils following it.
The wind twitched, making people think of a bulging sheepskin raft.
Maybe the zerg will use creatures as small as fleas and mix them with other genes to create starry behemoths like Behemoth and Leviathan. Pryor reads books about alien biology whenever he has time, and knows that the Overlord and the Cerebrates have a relationship.
With such ability, the insect swarm's ability in genetic modification will always be beyond the reach of humans.
Leviathan never acts alone. Once it appears, it is inevitably followed by thousands of zerg.
This scene was obviously beyond the expectations of the imperial soldiers, but they reacted quickly and immediately picked up their weapons and rushed towards the military camp. As soon as the enemy appeared, they thought about how to defeat it instead of running around to avoid it.
Even if this is a Leviathan.
"Cerberus Leviathan is one of ours," Pryor heard over the communication channel.
He could almost imagine a brainworm laughing loudly. No matter what, the breakfast was ruined.
The Cerberus Swarm Master is also an absolute outlier among its relatives. Regardless of its strength, it ranks among the best among the Cerebrates that know how to live.
That's a guy who can build a fusion power station in Leviathan, lay cables, and build an ice cream machine. It's hard to say what ruthless work he can do after we haven't seen him for so long.
"What a big guy." Senfa knew that the Empire's Cerberus Project had at least two Leviathans, and this one was obviously more amazing than the one with a length of 11 kilometers.
There are obvious traces of mechanical transformation on this Leviathan's body. It can be clearly seen that it is the product of the combination of machinery and life. The steel is entangled with tendons, veins and flexible soft tissues, just like someone is nailing nails in your body.
He picked out an iron nail, but after many years the iron nail grew together with his flesh and blood.
This is an elegant combination of cold inorganic blades and organic compounds. On its unparalleled huge body, the huge three-headed hell dog logo is clearly visible. The alloy reinforced frame, heavy armor and nano-renewable fabric are like nesting in the armor, half
Mile-long forged titanium alloy blades extend from both sides of it. The blued edge emits brilliant blue flames, making it extremely gorgeous.
Leviathan can move through the icy depths of space without thrusters, but Cerberus Engineering added gas jets and the largest ion thrusters ever built.
Emperor Augustus called this Leviathan Deathwing.
The Cerberus Project people will never be able to build such a thing, and most of their work is just superfluous and rarely icing on the cake. These people will replace it with a blade that is always growing and the monomolecule giant blade will wear out.
The venom glands were replaced with rocket nest launchers, and the dense blood vessels and huge bones were replaced with wires and steel supports that must be maintained and replaced regularly.
It's a pity that their little tricks can definitely make those wealthy investors ecstatic, but they can't satisfy an interstellar empire that has endless weapons and endless battles.
After all, the Cerberus Project is not the creator. They cannot become living beings and must be modified. The efficiency is too low.
Pryor thought that if siege tanks and banshees could be hatched by laying eggs, the emperor would wake up laughing in the middle of the night.
In fact, although this project, which Emperor Augustus had high hopes for, was costly, it was the first to prove that it was impossible to bypass the advanced zerg and control the swarm.
UED's Black Flag plan cannot be replicated unless they can control a newly born master, and to this day, the second master has become the overlord of one party.
Therefore, the greatest value of the Cerberus project is to label them as humans and label each zerg with a barcode, so that the public can believe that these zerg can be controlled by machinery and drugs, and accept a
A swarm fighting for the Empire.
In a sense, this is worthy of the funds invested by the empire.
"They actually thought of using Leviathan to transport soldiers. The central control chamber in the monster's body can transport a huge army." Senfa sighed: "It's really amazing." ()