StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

Prior woke up leaning on a huge crown from the Hunter-Slayer Hydralisk, whose dead, 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 behind. Not far away, the insect corpses were piled higher and higher, accumulating into a mountain.

The golden sun of Monlyth was rising, illuminating an imperial flag with golden light. Farther away is a towering cliff. Under the cliff is a quiet sea. The sky is shining, the warm breeze is blowing, and the purple sea surface is sparkling.

The Burial Grounds, although surrounded by deep sea, is still a barren and barren land. Only some dead vegetation can be seen on the flat gray-brown wasteland, and the shadows of trees are sparse. As if a forgotten world has come to light again, the winding roads cross ancient temples, and the broken walls and towering giant statues surrounding the entire highland silently tell the story of the glory 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. 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 sickening aroma of burnt flesh.

His armies had cleared out the zerg on Monlaith, driving the last remaining hive forces here.

The mother insects 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 sacrifices 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 ever.

Pryor had 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 drew gas fuel from the gaseous planet's orbit, setting fire to their ships from Leveling the surface and destroying entire cities in orbit.

But only when dealing with the Zerg like this, no one said he was inhumane.

When Prior stood up again, his soldiers were preparing to burn the piled zerg corpses to wipe out the zerg infection once and for all. The fire burned quickly, and with the hissing sound of the wind, hundreds of giant beast skeletons were looming in the flames, from which you can get a glimpse of how huge they were in life.

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 on the communication channel, he tried to move his left arm and found that the armor servo there was working properly. It made an awkward rattling sound, which obviously meant something was 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 cornered into a desperate situation lightly.

"It's being done, General." His adjutant, Senfa, immediately replied.

"Then push it 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 Oblivion Land was once again bustling with activity. Many huge command centers, heavy factories, and star ports were landing. When they landed, the flames 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 clear pulp. The crystals will be smelted on site to be crafted into armor, vehicles and spaceships.

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 unstable supply fleets, they would have to beg for food.

Even so, Pryor was actually one of the few imperial generals whose troops increased in number.

This is partly 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 supplementary troops in unconventional ways, such as gathering the remnants of other imperial fleets and recruiting rebels.

The sun rose higher and higher, and the barracks covered in ablative armor shone in the sunlight. 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, dispelling the bloody smell of death.

Although Player already knew the terrain like the back of his hand, he had never really been in the mood to appreciate the alien landscape of Monlaith until now.

Monlaith is a Protoss shrine-world that has been abandoned for many years. She surrounds a huge planet and is the largest of its eight moons. At night in Monlais, there are always many huge moons gathering in the sky. 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 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. There are even bars and fast food restaurants here.

Most of these immigrants came from those densely populated but stagnant planets in the Tyran Empire. They fled robbery, murder, and never-ending poverty, and brought their families with them 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 colonists were their own, and they did not have to pay taxes during the development period. Better to be a farmer and miner on a frontier world than a beggar in the slums of Tarsonis.

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 her tall buildings rise gradually, and her fertile land spread over vast tracts of land. Only when these people truly live for themselves do they understand the meaning of loving life.

Prior thought, and the Swarm destroyed it all, that's why he remains in the army to this day, fighting for the Empire.

His ideal in life is to become a marshal and then retire grandly, and then live on his pension, never work for the rest of his life, and just do nothing until he dies, kicking off his feet to see the late emperor.

Pryor also served as the governor of the old federation in the past, 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 taken under the command of Augustus Mengsk and became a revolutionary soldier. Instead, he made rapid progress in the military. What a wonderful fate.

He has been fighting for the emperor for more than ten years, and now he can be regarded as an old guy.

However, the emperor was also shameless. He said that Pryor's military talents were 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 Augustus the Great often had to play the role of 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 they were Marines or 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 Raspberry Jam are also popular here, but good things are lacking more than anything else. The only thing here is the sharp teeth and white bones that cannot be burned clean by the zerg fire.

The fleet always had the best food when it first left port, but without supplies from the colonies, fresh food would be in vain.

Now Pryor's men can only deal with it by picking up some MREs and No. 10 standard rations of doubtful vintage. Apart from being bland and tasteless, these things have no other harmful effects. They are high in calories and have balanced nutrition. They just taste like eating. A plate of slush that tastes like chewing wax. 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 increasingly bright sky and saw only a few low-flying Viking fighters.

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 whipped, reminding me 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 xenobiology whenever he has time, and knows that the Overlord and 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 to the military camp. As soon as the enemy appears, think 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 in the communication channel.

He could almost imagine a brainworm laughing loudly. No matter what, the breakfast was ruined.

Cerberus Swarm Master is also an absolute outlier among its relatives. Not to mention its strength, it ranks among the best among the brainworms that know how to live.

This is a guy who can build fusion power plants, lay cables, and build ice cream machines on Leviathanrian. I haven’t seen it for so long, it’s hard to say what ruthless things it can do.

"What a big guy." Senfa knew that there were at least two Leviathans in the Empire's Cerberus Project, and this one was obviously more amazing than the one with a length of eleven kilometers.

This Leviathan has obvious traces of mechanical transformation on its 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 has nailed it in your body. He picked out an iron nail, and years later 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 blades extend from its sides. The blue-burned blade emits brilliant blue flames, which is 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 the ever-growing single-molecule giant blades with blades that wear out, replace the venom glands with rocket nest launchers, and replace the dense blood vessels and huge bones with wires and steel supports that must be regularly maintained and replaced. .

It's a pity that their little tricks can definitely make those wealthy investors ecstatic, but they can't satisfy an interstellar empire with endless weapons and endless battles.

After all, the Cerberus Project is not the creator. They cannot become living beings and must be transformed into ready-made ones. The efficiency is too low.

Pryor thought that if siege tanks and banshees could be hatched from 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 put a barcode on each zerg, 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 this monster can transport a huge army." Senfa sighed: "It's amazing." (End of Chapter)