Xanthos, this god-like steel giant flew proudly and majestically over the Empire Square, casting a huge shadow among the roaring tens of thousands of people.
Compared with its overly large body and armaments, Xantos's pair of "V" shaped wings appear round and short, like the flippers of a sea lion. But even so, it still flies well and efficiently.
stable.
The designers and technicians of the Imperial Engineering Corps were both geniuses and lunatics. Swann's men once claimed that as long as the thrust was strong enough, they could lift the emperor's palace into the sky and make this the largest building in Augustgrad.
Achieve Cobra maneuver in the air.
Augustus almost approved this ambitious and bold plan, which he called a wandering palace. Unfortunately, this plan was rejected by Arcturus because it was "extremely expensive, impractical, and of no significance."
The prince punished ruthlessly.
Of course, no matter how well-equipped the driver is, it will be useless, and Tychus Finley is fully qualified for this job. This guy's love for super giant war machines and violence is almost as good as women and alcohol, and he can drive a baby stroller.
, can pilot a space battleship.
Tychus lacks interest in most people and things in this world, but everything depends on the reward. He is the kind of person who learns the swan dance from scratch in order to rob a train.
Tychus drove Xantos around the Imperial Plaza several times. A large number of tactical aircraft took off from the hangar and gathered around like a black storm.
The distance between them was as precise as if they were measured with a ruler.
Finally, Xantos retracted his wings and landed lightly on the ground. The groups of fighters immediately lined up and returned to the hangar, as fast as the steel giant's retracted blade.
"Citizens, this is the power of the empire." Augustus was facing the cameras of dozens of large-scale imperial media at this moment. He was holding the hilt of the sword of dynasty in his hand, his eyes were sharp, and he was almost the same as the one standing in Augustgrad.
The statues are the same everywhere.
"Another great achievement in the engineering community of the Xantos Empire, it is the biggest jewel in the crown of Tyranid industry. All Imperial people should take it for granted that all the achievements we have achieved today are due to the nature of this race.
Therefore, we are determined to forge ahead and we are as strong as steel."
"Since the era of slash-and-burn farming, humans have never stopped fighting. When we mastered flames and guns, we drove away most of the beasts on the earth. Once we had starship cannons, we conquered the galaxy."
"Eamon, whether he is truly a fallen creator or a bluffing clown, once humans gain access to the Spear of Destiny, they will become murderous towards gods."
At this time, the enthusiasm of the people was already at an all-time high, and Augustus only added fuel to the fire.
This was Augustus' daily life. Unless he was on a military expedition, he spent most of his time in the palace, with his best generals and most trusted ministers. From his throne, Augustus ruled his huge army and
A bureaucracy to rule the vast star domain of the empire.
In the rest of the time, Augustus also had a very busy schedule. He usually attended various important public events, or traveled with Queen Kerrigan to inspect various places.
Whenever he faces the camera, Augustus always has to say a few words.
Augustus was not a natural orator, but he practiced diligently.
The Emperor likes to challenge his own shortcomings. For example, he is not good at fighting. Now, after good training, he is able to compete with the royal brainworm Alpha.
At this time, when Augustus finished speaking, the scene changed and Xantos had begun to demonstrate its transportation capabilities.
Layers of landing boards were opened from the fortress-like mechanical structure of Xantos' legs. Each one was five stories high. Steel-armored wolves, Goliaths and rows of marauders walked out in formation. Each one was
Each mech's armor is painted with a bright imperial flag, and each red shield of the marines is painted with a white whip ring emblem.
It is conceivable that Xantos will be a movable weapons platform and military fortress with powerful firepower. When necessary, it can also take on the responsibility of siege and evacuation. At the same time, engineers have left some details when designing this terrifying war machine.
There is enough redundant space to add or replace other weapons in the future.
According to Augustus, another undisclosed model of Xantos even has a full set of automated weapons production and repair workshops, with the ability to build and assemble large armor plates. Within the body of Xantos, there are multiple huge furnaces
It can swallow hundreds of tons of crystal ore like a gluttonous maw, smelt and forge it, and cast it into steel ingots dozens of inches thick to produce armor, wheels, bearings, rails and other accessories that are difficult to obtain in time on the battlefield.
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Strictly speaking, this kind of Xantos is more like a super heavy factory composed of land-based bases, turrets, high-quality armor plates and anti-aircraft weapons. There will not be too many of them, but they are comparable to those in space that move through warp engines.
Like weapons platforms, they are indispensable in a large-scale battle far away from the imperial territory.
According to the scheduled plan, the empire was supposed to show the people the powerful weapon system of Xantos today. The Imperial Marine Corps headquarters even obtained a scrapped Odin II mecha. If everything goes well, Xantos will be the first to do so.
Use missiles, lasers, flamethrowers and railguns to bombard in turn, and finally use the Vulcan blaster to make the final decision.
However, this group of loyal believers in the firepower superiority theory got one thing wrong from the very beginning, that is, they might send the audience into the sky together with them.
By design, Xantos's firepower is enough to destroy the armor of a Gorgon-class battlecruiser, and burn enough armor to cover the entire Imperial Plaza into a pile of melted industrial waste. But unless desperate, any savvy
Commanders should not allow their Gorgons to descend into the atmosphere and compete with Xanthos without shields.
On the other hand, deploying such a big killer in such a densely populated area is no less than handing the red button to a bull.
There is a precedent for this. In a public exercise, Captain Jon Dyre, the Imperial Hero Viking fighter pilot, destroyed his military base in just thirty seconds and destroyed the colony in the colony.
The killing spree perfectly showed people why the Vikings were called the Wrath of Gods.
Later investigations revealed that past experiences were the main reason for Jon Diller's descent into madness. He had to personally kill all his subordinates who were infected by the swarm virus, and he suffered for the rest of his life.
However, on such an important occasion, Xanthos was still handed over to Tychus with confidence, probably because this guy had a surprisingly strong psychological quality and almost no shame.
However, next, for Augustus, today's ceremony is over, and in the remaining time, Zantos may be opened to the citizens of Augustgrad, so that they can all take a look.
At first glance, it promotes patriotic concepts.
According to Augustus's style, the most advanced weapon is always the next one. In this way, any weapon is already behind as soon as it is put into use, and the backwardness can be displayed.
The Tyranid Empire can even authorize the Kaimorian Consortium and Umoyan to produce their own Xanthos. Anyway, the true strength of the Empire has never been a certain technology, but its size, mobilization power and war potential.
Augustus no longer asked what the protoss thought of Xanthos. Before, he had only asked for those in the empire who particularly cared about these opinions.
In addition, the Empire does not need to sell equipment to any protoss forces. From their aesthetic point of view, Xanthos undoubtedly looks bloated and rich, with no sense of beauty at all.
The Protoss slaughter their foes with great splendor, each deployment of the Psionic Network and Warp Matrix sounding like a note across the battlefield, smoothing everything with fire like a knife elegantly spreading butter on bread.
If there were protoss from the Purifier Council here today, they might think that manned machinery has obviously fallen behind, and that the future will be an era of intelligent military machinery. But fortunately, these mechanical protoss are still proud templar warriors at heart, and
There is no desire to expand, otherwise we will have to fast forward to a situation where carbon-based organisms have been eliminated.
But Augustus had to say that although the empire's weapons were not as good as those of the protoss, they were not much inferior in causing death and destruction, and they were plentiful and sufficient.
Compared to large machinery, the Imperials are actually more interested in distributing "express delivery". They like to drop all kinds of things on the battlefield. Sometimes they are missiles carrying nuclear warheads, and Odin mechas that are air-dropped onto the battlefield.
Even warp into an abandoned space station in the enemy's face.
"There are many machines like this in the empire." In front of a group of foreign guests, Arcturus also had a hard time.
It is very rare that such words can come out of his mouth: "The weapon is not the key, the most important thing is the person who controls him."
Any advanced weapon would not be a secret to Eamon. He could make a hundred Xantos, or directly use void energy to fabricate similar things out of thin air, just like Augustus made one on the stove.
100 fried eggs.
But Eamon doesn't care about these petty profits, and even the death fleet of the Tal'darin Protoss is not worth his too much trouble.
"Yes." Genara thought that Arcturus was praising Tychus, so she said sarcastically: "I would rather hand over the God of Punishment to my opponent than give it to a fool."
This bustling ceremony seemed to Jinara to be a torture. It is true that a huge Rak'shir ceremony might involve tens of thousands of Tal'darin. The two sides would curse each other, provoke and even fight.
They are far inferior to these humans.
For the protoss with keen telepathic abilities, humans are indeed overly noisy creatures. They never hide their superficial thoughts when speaking, and at the same time their mouths are still chattering.
Augustus waved his hand to signal them to be silent. At the same time, his eyes were straight, looking through the surging crowd and looking into the invisible distance.
In fact, he has no profound meaning, he is just pretending to be profound.
Learned it from Zelatu.
In this way, others will feel that what he is about to say next will be very important.
People are less aware of the true direction of the war than they think, and most people cannot even count how many worlds the empire has, let alone name the other empire territories outside the core world.
Apart from this lively scene, military camps across the territory of the Tyran Empire are busy, and troop movements are more frequent than ever before. The movement orders have just arrived, and it is still dark in many places, and the soldiers are early
I got the order to set off before I even knew what I wanted for breakfast.
Many soldiers know that they are rushing to the front line. Sufficient material reserves mean that there is no doubt that there will be a war, but they do not know that the other three-quarters of the empire's fleet have already left the station. Now, half of the empire's fleet has entered
Time and space jump state, can no longer be contacted.
The destinations of all fleets are forged. In fact, the end of their journey is the Otalis Rift, where there is a gate to the void.
There is no sense of direction in the universe. At this time, only those who are careful will notice that the starlight outside the porthole is becoming increasingly scarce. Only those who are truly proficient in navigation can use this to calculate where they are.
But this doesn't mean anything.
Augustus had already said that he would march into the void, but Amon did not believe that he really had the courage.
This is a big gamble.
The Imperial Army will either kill Amon or be completely wiped out in the void. From then on, except for humans on Earth, no other human force can stand alone against Amon.
The war in Baishel just happened by chance. The order to attack the void was not given suddenly with a slap on the forehead, but stemmed from the long-term preparations after the Battle of El and the careful consideration of the decision-makers.
In fact, it was only after Augustus ordered the assembly of the fleet that he learned that two Arks of Destruction had appeared in Byshel, and realized that Amon was planning to make a big fuss there in the near future.
Just in time, this can push the boat forward. Eamon may think that the Tyranid Empire and Durham are going to launch another Sagulath-style battle in Baishir, or launch a large-scale counterattack in various parts of the Koprulu sector to re-engage.
Reclaim lost territory.
But Augustus's appetite was much greater than his, and his target was Aemon himself.
To this end, Augustus must use all the power of both human and protoss races.
Since the Doomsday War, all their decapitation plans against the Overlord of the Swarm have ended in vain. In addition, there is no hope of rescuing the Swarm from Amon. All attempts to imitate the UED in controlling and enslaving the Overlord
The plan ultimately proved to be nothing more than a delusion on paper.
Neither humans nor the protoss can drag it on any longer.
Therefore, they must be prepared to face both the void army and the insect swarm in the void.
The current Terran Empire feels like a world alliance. Augustus has basically unified the Koprulu humans. Although the protoss are dissatisfied with each other, they are willing to form an alliance with humans if they want to resist Amon.
Out of sight of Augustus, a group of gear-shaped skyscrapers pierced the sky.
Augustgrad seemed like an unreal dream. No one could have predicted that the new empire would be built on the ruins of Korhal. Even the most optimistic people expected that even if it was just to clean up Stirling,
The ruins will also take at least ten to twenty years.
Even today, Augustgrad is still slowly expanding outward. As the largest industrial heart of the Tyranid Empire, the Augustgrad Industrial Zone has swallowed up all the mineral deposits in Korhal and is now
Its blood transfusion is the mining industry of the entire empire.
Today's industrial area is much quieter than before, but it has not stopped functioning. All outsiders who come here will be shocked by its amazing vitality and creativity. Every channel in and out of here is crowded with trucks, trains and transport barges.
, bring raw materials and transport products.
"Arturus is right, we still have a lot of such equipment." Maybe Augustus did have selfish motives. The battlefield of Beisher is dangerous enough, but it is better than the void.
Even after today, Augustus will board his flagship and head to Urna.
"Humanity is ready to march into the void." Augustus said: "I know you are too."
"The fire of strife is burning hot." Jinara said: "This is why I came. The death fleet has been assembled and will arrive in the void soon."
"Ararak was furious with Aamon like no one else, and for this reason he was willing to condescend and follow the advice of the Imperial humans."