StarCraft: Tyranid Empire.

Chapter 256 Here Comes the Glass Burner
"Well. Just pretend you didn't. I can't think of any other options for that Cerberus commander." Kerrigan smiled and said, "Any Confederate soldier with a sense of shame and morality will hear what we're doing After the great revolution, everyone should not hesitate to devote themselves to the cause of revolution and stand among us."

As a psyker with telepathic abilities and one of Augustus' closest people, Kerrigan is probably the woman in the world who understands Augustus better than his family.

Many people think of Augustus as one of great, noble and unblemished perfection, lacking only the charms of age.

But only Kerrigan knew that Augustus's original dream was to own a three-bedroom apartment in a small city, and later his dream expanded a bit, that is, to be a leisurely farmer, living in an idyllic life. Live the rest of your life.

Now, something called fate was forced upon Augustus to become a leader, or he and his family would die.

"In fact, he doesn't have much choice." Augustus shrugged: "Either he works for us, or he will be executed or brainwashed by the Federation after returning."

"Within this year, this unit will be included in our combat order." Augustus said: "...for the time being assigned to the armored division of Colonel Ilya Kulovsky, no matter how powerful a person is, he will still be the devil of heaven." people to command."

"You're narrow-minded," Kerrigan said to Augustus.

"You're too nice to the demons of heaven."

Augustus took a few steps in the central command room: "You don't understand when you say to others that you want to make a revolution with me? If you fail, you will die. In the end, they still came with you, some people Don’t even care about politics or government change at all.”

"This is a troubled time. The people I trust the most will always be my relatives, the demons of heaven and the generals."

"Okay, you've done a good job." Augustus sighed: "Sarah, you've been doing a good job these days and never made a mistake. I really don't know what I would do if I lost you." .”

"It's just my job." Kerrigana's slightly pale face, which was always looking after Augustus day and night, flashed a look of joy for a moment, which is not very common for the red-haired ghost who looks cold on weekdays .

Sarah Kerrigan, in her family before she was five years old, her father was always a majestic man, and even her mother seldom praised her daughter, and her life after joining the Ghost Academy was even more monotonous and cold.

In fact, all it takes is a heartfelt compliment—or even a superficial one—to make a red-haired ghost smile.Tell Kerrigan you really, really need her, and she'll give it her all.

Although this is just Augustus's heartfelt casual remarks, this is exactly what can move Kerrigan.Kerrigan is accustomed to seeing lies, intrigues and intrigues, and has seen the ugliest human beings and the evils that use hypocrisy to decorate the facade. In this way, words from the heart are even more precious.

And only Augustus would do that, which is why Kerrigan was so enamored of him.

"No one can do it better than you." Augustus looked at Kerrigan.

"I know." Kerrigan finally stopped, smiling brightly.

"You really think so."

For some reason, when Augustus saw this smile, he thought of Lisa Keshidi on Korha IV.Although only for a moment and Augustus himself did not notice, he was bound to pay a terrible price this evening.

Kerrigan's bright smile disappeared in an instant, as if the cold was blowing through the green grass and the flowers were withering.

"What's the matter?" Augustus said, "Did you smile just now? You smiled very charmingly, better than the most beautiful Tarsonis noble lady I have ever seen. Seeing you smile at least makes me feel better. There's just so much going on these days."

Kerrigan raised his eyebrows and was about to say something when a series of English words suddenly popped up on the wall of the central command room, showing that the Norad III was connecting to the communication.

Not much to say, Edmund Duke's pointed head and domineering eyes appeared on the screen.

"Sorry, it looks like you're flirting. As a gentleman, I'm deeply sorry." Duke's face is serious, but his words are not so serious: "I probably missed a good show."

As a Tarsonian nobleman, Duke had frequently been in the social circle of the nobles when he was young, and he was quite familiar with the chaos of the nobles' social relations.In his opinion, young men and women in the middle of the fire may just like to do some exciting things on special occasions.

"You are still so humble and polite, General Duke." Augustus was not angry: "What happened is worthy of your emergency line."

"Well, it's not a big deal-at least it seems to me." Duke waved his hand, and he also knew that it was not wise to tease a high-ranking figure.

Perhaps Augustus at this time was still approachable and never cared about it, but who knows if he will settle the old score again when he sits in a higher position and truly holds the power of Koplu.

"Just look at this and you'll know, don't blind your eyes." He still said meanly.

As soon as the screen turned, the golden flash immediately occupied the entire holographic projection screen.

These flashes were so dazzling that Augustus felt as if he was looking directly at a golden star, and ghosts and black spots even appeared in front of his eyes.

It was a huge fleet composed of warships emitting golden blue light.The curves, patterns, and light blue plasma shields of each battleship are as exquisite as beautiful handicrafts, the elegant arcs are perfect and harmonious, and the soft light blue halo emitted by the crystal resonance seems to spread out. coming waves.

There are at least a hundred protoss aircraft carriers and sub-battleships a hundred times that number. Their figures occupy all the cameras of the Norad III, covering the brilliance of the stars and planets in the Sara galaxy, as if they are the ones that shine through. The stars of the universe themselves.Countless small fighter planes that look like light golden moths are flying up and down around the fleet, skimming the galaxy like a swarm of bees. They are as beautiful as butterflies, but they are definitely deadly killers.

Right in front of this fleet is the retreating Yermungandr swarm and the Cha Sara planet in the Sara galaxy, which has now been completely reduced to a lavender planet covered with thick creep.

"That's it." Kerrigan's emerald eyes widened.

This huge fleet is undoubtedly a combination of war art and beauty, or even more precisely, they should have been the ultimate aesthetics, elevating war to the height of art.

"Protoss." Augustus whispered a word.

"Not the Tal'darine," Kerrigan said.

"They really came." Augustus said in a voice that only he could hear.

At this time, multiple screens in the central command room lit up at the same time.

The official communication channels of the Sara galaxy and several nearby colonial worlds are still unblocked, and have become more and more frequent in the past two months.But now, the number of sending and receiving communications began to skyrocket, and a word began to appear frequently in the messages intercepted by the revolutionary army.

Golden glitter.

"What are they doing?" As Kerrigan muttered to himself, the cylindrical capital ship of the Protoss fleet skimmed the edge of the Sara galaxy at a phantom speed and dispersed to Cha Sara's outer space orbit .Its hull is perpendicular to the surface of the planet at all latitudes, and the fan-shaped hatch on the bow opens with brighter golden blue flashes.

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　　The Firstborn Son of God will not be afraid of you!

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(End of this chapter)