StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

Chapter 95 Yumoyang Ghost Agent

On Christmas Eve, Stilling is like a shining jewel in the night.Devout Christians rushed to churches in the city named after the Virgin and Child or the Apostles to attend services. When the bell rang, the spirits of Steele sat around the sizzle oven and the Christmas tree synthesized by holographic projections at home. Open presents aside.

The Mengsk family’s holiday estate on the edge of the northern mountains is brightly lit, and servants wearing Christmas hats celebrate the holiday with their employers. Laser detectors sweep across the courtyard and residence every few tenths of a second, and Umoyan’s intelligence Drones patrol the sky like night owls.

In the martial arts room, there are training swords and sharpened iron swords on the knife racks, and on the wall are the warning words left by Augustus’ grandfather with the same name, one of which was repeated by Augustus when he was a child: an upright A man should fight for the oppressed, a true king should guard his loyal people.

Augustus, dressed in a white training robe, is practicing swordsmanship with his swordsmanship instructor.Both sides hold a wooden broadsword with a guard, which used to be the sword of the Korhal Lancers in colonial times.

After saluting, Augustus twirled the wooden sword in his hand, stepped his feet apart, and stood firmly on the wooden floor like a mountain, while his swordsmanship instructor maintained the same posture as him.

"Do you remember what I taught you?" Augustus' swordsmanship instructor was a middle-aged man with an Asian face and dark black pupils.

"Augustus Mengsk, the eighth month of the twelve months is named after him, he is upright and brave, he does not serve vanity, and he was born on the road of greatness and glory." Augustus side As he spoke, he stared closely at the instructor's eyes and the hand holding the sword.

"Do you still remember the sentence he left you?" the instructor asked.

"Defend noble ideals or fight for the oppressed. A noble man always stands firmly before the tyrant who rules the weak. Those who abuse power are punished, and the righteous will not stand by and allow such evil to exist." Austria Gustus replied.

"Your character has proven that you will be Lord of Korhal," said the Master. "You and your father are true Mengsks."

"And Arcturus?" asked Augustus.

"No, he's not like that," said the tutor.

Augustus was ready to go, as if he would swing his polished sword forward at any moment.But in an instant, his mentor reversed the blade and slashed at Augustus at a tricky angle. The latter easily blocked after a beautiful turn, and the two white figures slashed forward, blocked, Spin, stab.
"Your reaction, speed and strength are not as good as before. You should have been the lion of Keha or the wolf of Steeling trained by me, but now, you are so weak that you are not even as good as a 60-year-old man. ’ The Mentor sent Augustus back a few steps with a powerful blow.

"Even if you are in the military camp, you should not relax your demands on yourself."

"I'm too slack." Augustus panted, his long gray hair lay limply on his forehead due to sweat: "I'm weak from neglected practice."

"Then you should redouble your efforts until you can easily knock me down again." In the memory of this elder whose body has begun to age, Augustus began to follow him to learn swordsmanship, politics and politics when he was six years old. philosophy.

When he was a child, Augustus was not physically as strong as his elder brother, but he worked very hard, persevered, and showed amazing talent in learning.Augustus is great in every way, but he has always been arrogant and conceited in the past, which is why he entered the rebellious period too early.

However, although the instructor was puzzled by Augustus's regression in the way of swordsmanship, he had undoubtedly washed away his charm and became stable and restrained.

Augustus waved his training sword in silence, and he was gradually regaining the feeling of the past.In my memory, Augustus was already able to hit the mentor's vitals with one blow or knock off the opponent's sword with his young and vigorous physique when he was 16 years old. He can skillfully use more than a dozen cold weapons and hot weapons, Take down a defenseless grown man in seconds with your bare hands.

For nearly 10 minutes, Augustus kept chopping or blocking, until there was a knock on the door of the martial arts room.

It was Connor Ward who came in with a Gauss rifle on his back, and there was a black skull on his bare forearm: "Augustus, Umoyan Ambassador Ayrin Pasteur is looking for you."

"He should have stayed in Umoyan and reunited with his family." Augustus bowed to the mentor and put the sword on the shelf during training: "Why didn't you invite him in."

"He was followed by a Umoyan soldier," Ward said. "That man made me feel uncomfortable."

"Since Ayrin brought it here, it doesn't matter."

Soon, Aline Pasteur, who was still in a dark suit, walked in with a blond young man in a tight light blue combat uniform, which was sewn inside the fiber of the light combat uniform like trouser seams. The circuit exudes a silver-white light.

"Augustus, this is the warrior you want." Ayrin looked at Augustus proudly: "A powerful psyker, a super warrior."

"Very good, but...why is there only one." Augustus looked at the psyker that Ayrin mentioned, and found that the other party had curly long golden hair, deep eye sockets, a high bridge of nose, and pair of The pale blue eyes showed a melancholy look, and he looked lifeless.

"We have very few psionic warriors, and most of them serve as mentors for new students. But don't worry, there are three outstanding shadow warriors who will come to Korha IV one after another in January next year." Ayrin smiled at him Say.

"Psykers are not considered aliens in Umoyan. We call these brave warriors Shadowguards, because they are the shadows that guard the elected council and the people."

"Nice to meet you, I am" Augustus did not show the fear and disgust that a Tyranid usually has towards psykers, but walked over to shake hands with the psyker.

Although Augustus wanted a psyker who was only loyal to himself, the trained psykers of the Tyranid Federation were all controlled by the federal government, so he could only settle for the next best thing. Solve the impending Ghost assassination.

"Augustus Mengsk, the fighter of freedom, the wolf of Mengsk, the military leader of the revolution." The shadow guard said: "I can see your bright and great heart."

"No, I'm just an ordinary person." Augustus was about to ask the other party's name, but the latter had already spoken.

"We only have one name, and that is the Shadow Guard." He then smiled again: "Of course, you can call me Marcus, that's my name in Tarsonis."

"Marcus, thank you for coming here all the way to protect me and my family." Augustus paused, and the other party expressed his inner doubts again.

"You are very curious about my psychic level, because the federal assassin is likely to be the highest level of ten." Marcus said: "In terms of the federal PSI psychic rating, I should only be at eighth level, but I Bringing a psionic shielding force field generator and laser anti-cloaking device specially designed to deal with psykers."

"Sorry, I think you should wait for me to say what's on your mind, otherwise it sounds like you're talking to yourself." Augustus smiled and said, "I have another question, I heard Psykers are mind readers, so I'm curious how much you can detect other people's thoughts."

"Generally, we can only detect surface-level emotional fluctuations, such as what you are about to say and what you are about to do." Marcus replied: "If you want to get to the deepest thoughts, you can do that." , but it takes a lot of time. People are complicated, and you can never understand all of a person's thoughts."

"You don't have to worry about me probing your thoughts. The psychic shielding device we brought can shield telepathy, that is, mind reading." Suddenly, he smiled.

"You thought of interrogating corrupt officials and finding traitors and dissidents in the revolutionary army."

"It's not assassination and slaughter, which is fine."

(End of this chapter)