The largest hybrid manufacturing factory in Arakan Castle is located in a collapsed temple wall. It is a large jungle of metal buildings lined with black stone obelisks, alien artifacts, protoss relics and holy temples based on Kedarin boulders.
Visible as usual.
When Valerian arrived here, the battle outside the hybrid factory was basically over.
Several companies of Imperial Marines with a large number of raiders have been assembled and are launching a new round of attack on the human servants of Amon guarding here.
Transport planes are still carrying a steady stream of armored Imperial warriors, putting down tanks and tanks as well as boxes and boxes of weapons and ammunition. They are gathering in every open space and are ready as soon as the Imperial flag is raised.
Rushing to the battlefield, there are rampaging soldiers, mechas and tanks everywhere, and there are shouts and huge roars everywhere.
Huge battlecruisers parked in the sky above the hybrid factory, their powerful searchlights piercing the dense terrazine fog row after row, as if lightsabers penetrated the thick purple curtain. They raided the liberators.
Air-to-ground Concord artillery blocked every traffic artery, and siege tanks fiercely bombarded those factory sentries and heavy fire platforms that were still trying to fight back from far out of sight.
If he listened carefully, Valerian could distinguish the bang-bang sound of small electromagnetic weapons firing and the scream-like sound of cluster rockets continuously rising into the air. It was the sound of steel scraping against the ground, and flames and death were like
It's like a beautiful flower blooming.
Then there are other more unbearable sounds, the screams of dying people, the wails of wounded soldiers, the sad sobs of soldiers who have lost their arms because they cannot bear the pain. The sound of bomb explosions is enough to cover these sounds, but
It could always reach his ears inadvertently.
This wide road leading to the hybrid factory was originally big enough for four tanker trucks to pass side by side, and heavy trucks loaded with crystal minerals were passing through at any time.
Every time the Tyranids entered a new world, they built bridges and roads as usual, built railways connecting various resource-based cities, and built huge airports that could take off and land starships.
There were once numerous crystal ore smelting plants, gas refineries, and complex factories located on the strip-like transportation lines of Arakan City. Countless large-scale projects were built. Exquisite towns and spectacular skyscraper complexes all existed at the same time.
The city between the jungles and temples of Baishel is a unique and beautiful place, just like the El Protoss carefully built their glorious city of crystal and gold among the tropical rainforests and spectacular waterfalls. Tyran
The Empire's colonists did something similar here, except that their cities were built of glass and steel, and the various large settlements were connected by maglev trains instead of the psionic matrix.
But now Arakan is in ruins, and the road has been reduced to a miles-long morgue, filled with dead bodies and burning vehicles.
The huge wreckage of a Thor mecha in the middle of the road almost blocked the entire road. Most of its ceramite armor had melted and broken, and there were messy lines scattered on it. The driver had long since disappeared.
Even so, several engineers are still trying to repair or just drag back the paralyzed steel giant. The war is not over yet, and every resource nowadays is hard-won and cannot be wasted.
This place is less than a mile away from the front of the hybrid factory. Valerian only needs to look up to see the vast factory area, with hundreds of reactor cooling towers, cranes and lifting platforms rising from the ground.
It looks like a giant black steel skeleton after the death of Behemoth.
Four giant charred spiers stretched twistedly into the sky, each towering into the sky and towering into the clouds. They were covered with marks of blasphemy and filth, reflecting the green flames from the void like lights.
There are often terrible sounds coming from these spires, which are the spiritual screams of many protoss, and the surrounding atmosphere is therefore even more terrifying. When Phoenix's protoss templar arrives in Baishel, they will see it with their own eyes.
They would have been driven crazy by the torture Aemon inflicted on their own kind.
Valerian knew that what was produced in this factory were not ordinary weapons and ammunition, but living mutant monsters.
The most accurate name here should be Eamon's Hybrid Breeding Factory, which is dedicated to manufacturing batches of hybrid armies for him, and such factories are located throughout the Koprulu Star Region.
Eamon has never concealed his dark ambitions and actions. Hundreds of hybrid cultivation chambers are clearly piled up in the factory, like goods displayed on shelves. The largest of them is several hundred feet tall.
It is so high that it is like a giant tower towering from the sky to the ground. It is difficult to imagine what kind of abominable ultimate creature is cultivated inside.
Although it is incredible, most of these hybrid factories were built by humans. In Baishel's factory, you can see the emblem of the Moebius Legion everywhere. It is a white Moebius ring on a black base. Now it has become depraved and evil.
symbols of.
Ever since Emperor Augustus established the Moebius Corps and tasked them with searching for alien technology and hybrid factories, disaster has followed them like a curse.
After the Doomsday War, many Moebius fleets were heard from nothing after sailing out of the borders of the Koprulu sector. When they returned to the Empire world, they had become loyal slaves of the God of Darkness. They wreaked havoc everywhere in the sector.
, leaving no one alive.
It is said that half of them have gone mad, and the other half have become something more terrifying.
The renegade Moebius Legion, led by the Hybrids, shot civilians without scruple, massacring an entire colony to build a capital.
For darker purposes, the Moebius Corps conducted experiments on refugees to cultivate deformed hybrid monsters. Their spaceships were loaded with corpses, and countless frozen dead people were piled together, with skin like pale snakes.
Jon, one of Valerian's classmates at the Teeling Military Academy, disappeared in this way. He followed the Moebius Corps Marine Corps from the military port of Pantera Prime on a mission to discover the protoss.
The sacred object mission was supposed to be back in two to three months, but in the end it never came back.
He also remembered that Jon also had a pair of young and frizzy eyes, beautiful brown curly hair and a sparse mustache.
Without these changes, Valerian thought, Jon would have stayed in his hometown to take care of the farm and wheat, and would not have left his hometown until he died.
However, the Moebius Legion saved far more worlds than they destroyed, and the technology they brought to the Empire was enough to benefit humanity for centuries.
The largest number of people in the Moebius Legion rebelled, precisely because they had the most exposure to hybrids and Amon's other evil creations.
Most Moebius soldiers remain loyal.
The Empire could have destroyed this sinister hybrid factory outright with orbital weapons, or reduced it to ashes with non-radioactive nuclear bombs, as they had done to other factories here before.
But the followers of Aemon here are more cunning and cruel. They use imprisoned civilians and captured imperial soldiers as threats, threatening to gouge out the hostages' eyes and cut off their limbs to force Stukov to withdraw.
Stukov rejected the requests of these people, and out of considerations of human morality and stable military morale, he could not order a direct bombing of the factory where the hostages were held, otherwise the empire would be little different from Eamon.
So Stukov could only order the army to attack by force, but the enemy was tenacious and crazy. They fanatically believed that they would be reborn in blood and fire, and would rather die together than surrender.
In the past time, these crazy followers of Amon have caused the empire to suffer a lot.
The minds of these people have been devoured and they have become slaves of the hybrid. Even the protoss does not think there is any hope of saving them.
The vast majority of people are completely crazy and cannot communicate normally at all. Others do not show any unusual signs on the surface. But without exception, they will not hesitate to open their arms for their Lord.
Kill and sacrifice blood and death to the god of darkness.
The so-called holy war dedicated to our Lord will end in fire.
The imperial army had to use heavy bombs and flamethrowers to sweep away the reinforced concrete bunkers and kill all the traitors and followers of the evil god. Since the enemy could not be expected to surrender, there was no need to leave any survivors.
Therefore, many of the corpses Valerian saw were in a miserable state of death. They were either burnt by plasma into smoking blackened remains that had shrunk compared to what they were before they were alive, or were blown into pieces by artillery fire. I'm afraid even the forensic doctors
It is also difficult to piece together a complete body.
At the same time, while these fanatic followers of Amon were busy dealing with the fierce external attacks, a carefully selected team of elite ghost agents had sneaked into the hybrid factory, preparing to penetrate the enemy's command center and rescue the hostages.
It was Valerian who participated in and led the formulation of this plan, and he was destined to win.
The empire's military power has an absolute advantage, and it is only a matter of time before the hybrid factory is captured, but the ghost army will be a sharp knife that stabs the enemy from behind and can end this battle in a short time.
The sooner the war ends, the fewer people will die.
As time passed by, as the sky shrouded in fog became darker and darker, it seemed that the sky had completely darkened for a moment, and the light of artillery fire inside and outside the hybrid factory became more and more eye-catching.
The terrestrial fog of Beisher lingers all day long, like a thick cover that cuts off sunlight and temperature. Despite this, the dense jungle has never shown any trace of being affected. Instead, it continues to grow abnormally, even the smallest trees.
The shrub can also grow to the height of a person, and the edges of the leaves are so sharp.
As a result, the mist-shrouded jungle became even more dangerous, and Amon's minions were hidden in it. Several imperial teams lost in the vast jungle only sent back some chaotic images mixed with crazy murmurs and terrifying roars. From then on,
No news at all.
Valerian now knew that they had either been slaughtered by the shadows of the void in the mist, or had been captured as prisoners.
What makes Valerian even more uneasy is that judging from the news sent back from various units, the current battle situation is still very anxious.
Three Banshee fighter jets were flying over the Mixed Square. They had obviously run out of ammunition and were preparing to return. One of the Banshees was obviously in very bad condition. It stumbled away from the formation, and then flew away without warning.
It fell, as straight as a lead ball weighing dozens of tons.
The debris and debris caused by the explosion were scattered all over the ground and piled up into a mountain. A tail blade flew a hundred yards away and was stuck diagonally in the ground like a huge cross.
Some seriously attrited troops had to withdraw to recuperate, and their reports apparently confirmed that there were a large number of hybrids in the hybrid factories. These premature babies who were forced to hatch early usually died soon, but they were still able to survive before death.
It caused huge casualties to the imperial troops.
The frontal troops were unable to attack for a long time, but the ghost troops he deployed failed to appear in time to turn the tide as expected, and there was not even the slightest movement.
Due to the need for covert operations, Valerian cannot maintain real-time contact with this ghost force, let alone know where they are at this time.
Maybe they're in big trouble, maybe they've all been killed by the hybrid.
But now that the order has been issued, all Valerian can do is trust and wait, while preparing for the worst.
Leading this ghost team is the ace ghost X74996R Stone, who has black hair, silent melancholy brown eyes and a heart unwilling to be calm.
Stone's outstanding ability and loyalty to the Mengsk family were enough for Arcturus, who was skeptical of ghosts, to personally assign him to be responsible for the prince's protection. Although Valerian never believed that he was qualified to receive the service due to his military rank.
The guards of the ghost agents were quite disgusted with such privileges, but Arcturus never considered what his son thought of his arrangements.
He only has one heir, and he may not have another in the future.
However, Stone is actually Valerian's friend and personal psychic advisor. If he succeeds his father as prince in the future, he will definitely have a place in the palace's staff.
But even with Stone, Valerian couldn't help but feel worried.
The descendants of all great men have to live in the shadow of their predecessors. No matter how hard they try, they cannot achieve enough achievements to prove themselves, but as long as they make a little mistake, it will be infinitely magnified.
Valerian's father Arcturus and his aunt Dorothy were both extremely outstanding people. They assisted their brothers wholeheartedly and almost supported the other half of the empire.
Therefore, Valerian did not want to be seen as an incompetent Mengsk, and deep down in his heart, he longed to build something greater than Uncle Augustus.
Stukov had already expected that this battle would be difficult. At this moment, a command center landed not far away. The huge reverse thrust landing frame crashed to the ground, supporting the dense sensor like a giant steel claw nailed deep into the ground.
The main building of transmitter and communication antenna.
The command center is as high as three or four stories. The electroplated stainless steel armor shell reflects the bright lights. An angled ramp is being lowered from the entrance hatch, and a series of orange thin lines flash out to outline its lights.
Transparent outline.
Barracks, heavy factories, starports and engineering stations landed around the command center in sequence, and could be put into production as soon as they landed. Hundreds of supply stations and supply containers were dropped directly from high-altitude orbits, no less than direct airdrops.
A small city with complete facilities.
With this as a support, the empire continued to send troops to ensure that the war situation was always under control.
"Your Highness, we have rescued the survivors and hostages. Their number is much larger than expected and they must be relocated immediately!" Ghost Agent Stone's voice finally came through the communication channel.
The first words made Valerian feel happy, but the latter words made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
"A hybrid of Moebius awakened Experimental Subject 9E57. He is more powerful than all the hybrid rulers I have ever seen put together!" ()