StarCraft: Tyranid Empire.

Hyperion, bridge.

After five revisions and reconstructions, Hyperion's bridge was redesigned to be as large as the throne room in the imperial palace, and was magnificently decorated with gold ornaments, reliefs and panels that symbolized imperial power.

There should have been a throne here, but the emperor only asked for a holographic star table that was large enough to support a starry sky above people's heads. However, the guards were no less numerous than in the throne room. Every few steps, there was a royal guard armed with a special combat blast shield and a plasma rifle, leaning against the porthole facing the outside.

On this day, all the generals of Emperor Augustus gathered together. Except for Alexi Stukov who was in Baysher and Admiral Faraday who was guarding Kha, senior generals such as Horace Warfield, Jim Raynor, Matt Horner, Mira Han, Edmund Duke, Carolina Davis, and Hanak Hank were all present.

These were all prominent figures of the Terran Empire who could wear gold and purple robes in the Augustgrad Palace. In addition, there were several commanders of the Kemorian Union and the Umoyan National Defense Army, totaling as many as twenty or thirty people.

Everyone here is properly dressed, with all kinds of armor shining brightly and looking extraordinary.

At the same time, Archbishop Tassadar of the Dalam Protoss, Supreme Protector Rohana, and high-ranking executives Artanis, Selandis, Moyo and other executives also arrived. Under the lights of the flagship, a large sea of ​​golden blue and bright white armor complemented each other, appearing solemn and sacred.

Vorazun, the daughter of the Nerazim matriarch Raszagal, also led her elite Dark Templar to the scene and stood with her fellow Darram Protoss.

Even the elusive Zeratul came to Hyperion, but he was still isolated from the crowd and only had a brief conversation with Tassadar and Artanis.

Zeratul loved his homeland and people, but they once doubted and even hated him. It was not until the prophecy of doomsday was confirmed that he was vindicated. How ironic that those who once believed that Zeratul was a sorcerer now respect him as a great prophet.

However, there is only one thing that Zeratul can never let go of. Zeratul always feels guilty for leaking Aiur's coordinates, and believes that he is not worthy of such respect from his people. This is a thorn in his heart.

The Tal'darim High Lord came alone, with only Jinara standing beside him. Alarak had clearly taken full control of the Death Fleet, not worrying that someone would take the opportunity to betray him. His skill in playing political games was no less than his skill in killing people.

Of course, Alarak was reluctant to admit it. He just didn't want others to think that he was accepting the leadership of a human emperor, even though this harsh fact was more unbearable than any of his harsh sarcasm.

The representative of the Ihanli Protoss Elder Council is still Elder Esmael, their representative in the Terran Empire. The Council's requirements are simple, as long as Amon is capable, they will support him, otherwise, they will not listen.

As for the Purifiers, the representative they sent is Talandar, the memory replica of Phoenix. All members of the Purifier Council will share what they see and hear and listen to the meeting in its entirety.

At this moment, basically everything that should have happened had already arrived. The deck was filled with human and Protoss commanders and their elite guards in armor. Everywhere were the sharp tips of Gauss rifles, Protoss swords and psychic spears that were sharp enough to blow away a hair.

They have been waiting here for a while, but they are not in a hurry. This battle is of great importance and one wrong move will lead to a complete loss.

"Why hasn't the dog emperor come yet?"

However, in a small corner far away from the crowd, next to the entrance of the bridge, a brain worm hidden in a crimson robe was peeking around.

This brainworm drank some wine today to give himself courage, and now he can't tell the difference between the big and small kings: "I've been waiting for him for a long time."

"What does he think this is? The company's year-end review?"

"What else?" There was another person standing here, General Pryor of the Terran Empire.

"Why do you care so much?" Prior raised his eyebrows. "There are so many important people here, who would have any objection?"

Of course, Prior's statement was overly modest. His position among the generals of the empire was second only to Warfield, Reno and Horner. He was even privately called "General Tiance" by Emperor Augustus. This title was not easy to understand, so let's put it in a more understandable way.

Mars.

Prior had never lost a battle, and even he himself was still unscathed, which was a miracle. Augustus called this good fortune. He had almost no shortcomings, but sometimes he liked to say strange things.

In addition, the reason why Prior stayed here alone was that he had often fought deep in enemy territory over the years and was used to being alone. Even in peacetime, he would just lie down at home and do nothing. It might also be because he had no sense of existence, which led to such an outstanding general being often forgotten.

"Who said I have an opinion? Don't say that. How dare I have an opinion?" The brainworm glared at him and said sarcastically, "You guys are all so dirty when playing tactics."

"Oh, that's not what I meant." Prior was quite familiar with this brain worm, and could even be called a friend.

Now this brain worm has become prominent, controlling seven or eight brain worms of different sizes, and a dozen swarm Leviathans.

As Emperor Augustus said, men should behave like men, and worms like worms.

But among these brain worms, the Imperial Brain Worm Unit-01 Alpha is also a unique one.

In secret, Alpha the Brainworm has many identities: the Sword of the Empire, the Godfather of the East District of Augustgrad, the Key Fairy of the Empire Battle Flag Forum, the Bug Maid of Mengsk's Family, the Autobiography Maniac, and an unknown writer of cool articles.
Alpha did write a few novels with the Tal'darim Protoss as the background, but they were basically plagiarisms of The Count of Monte Cristo, and only took up a small amount of his leisure time after dinner. In his huge amount of mass-produced toilet paper literature, these were not even worth paying attention to.

As for why these versions were spread, it was entirely due to Augustus's policy of cultural offensive against the Tal'darim Protoss.

But like the trade dumping policy, this doesn't work very well.

Because Tal'darim are not keen on trading and have no shortage of resources, they often prefer to plunder. Similarly, even the most rational and cold human works are nothing but whining in the eyes of Tal'darim. As for human books on war and politics, they are arrogant and do not look down on them.

However, it was Alpha's book that eventually became popular in the Tal'darim world. Now, the Tal'darim have excommunicated the author, believing him to be written by a great Tal'darim master of old.

Jinara is actually a loyal fan of Alpha, and after the truth is revealed, she might have to call it Teacher.

Of course, Teacher A has no idea about this and doesn’t care about these false reputations. Writing books is just a little hobby for him to kill time.

And it has a wide range of interests.

This brainworm is always so different because no one of its kind is as boring as it is.

"Hey, there's a quarrel over there again." At this time, Prior suddenly looked to the other side and said.

The brainworm was feeling bored, and when he heard this, his voice suddenly rose an octave: "Okay!"

"let me see!"

I saw that the high-ranking executive of Durham, Selandis, and the first person promoted to the rank of Tal'darim, Jinara, were already arguing with each other and were at loggerheads.

"Amon is an unimaginably powerful enemy, yet you Templars are all eager to die."

Jinara said, "The void is an endless hell. If you don't want to die, follow me closely. The Death Fleet won't be able to collect your bodies." "Jinara" Selandis was already angry. She responded sharply, "But I heard that you were beaten back by Amon's warriors in the last Rak'shir ritual. It was really embarrassing."

There was no way Tassadar would lower himself to respond to such a provocation, but Selendis would not indulge his Tal'darim.

"You're talking nonsense, this is impossible!" Jinara immediately denied it.

“Not necessarily,” said Selendis.

"You" Jinara was speechless for a moment.

Jinara had indeed been cornered several times by Amon's warrior champion, forcing her to call on her allies for help on several occasions. There was nothing shameful about that, even for the mighty Marash and Alarak.

But how did the Protoss of Aiur know about this? Unless there were spies among the Templars among the Tal'darim, but this was impossible.

Or someone deliberately leaked the information to weaken Jinara's reputation among other forces, which may be done by her direct competitor in the Chain of Ascension.

Ever since the current Alarak broke convention and allowed outsiders to participate in the Rak'shir ritual, the other Tal'darim have followed suit.

"What a shame, Jinara." Alarak next to her advised Jinara: "I told you long ago! Don't deal with the Templars, otherwise you will become as weak as them."

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At this time, the people of the Empire and Ihanli were watching coldly on the other side. Even Jim Raynor didn't take it seriously. The Tal'darim had always looked down on other Protoss relatives, and any proud Protoss would not tolerate an insult to their honor. It would be news if they didn't quarrel.

"How does the saying go? Three women make a drama." Alpha was amused. Its favorite thing was to watch the Protoss quarrel.

Alpha is extremely wary of any Protoss, but he would rather risk losing his head as long as he can watch the fun.

As soon as he finished speaking, Alpha rushed out, and because of its excessive fatness and bloat, it almost rolled out.

"What are you going to do?" Prior stepped on the brain worm's tail.

"What else can I do? Stop the fight." Alpha emphasized, "I know a lot about this!"

"Come back here!" Prior stepped even harder.

"Don't ruin the whole thing." He said, "After I kill Eamon, I have to go back for vacation. If I'm lucky, I can get my pension this year. You are just being mean to me."

"Let me go!" Alpha yelled, "Let me go!"

If this brainworm says that it is trying to stop a fight, then there is no doubt that it is adding fuel to the fire. Its common rhetoric to add fuel to the fire begins with "I'm telling you in all conscience," "Speak from my heart," or "Let me say something fair," and ends with "I can't stand it anymore!" or "I can't stand it anymore!"

If it really were asked to mediate the fight, these Protoss might just start fighting and overturn the Emperor's new flagship.

Just as Alpha and Prior were grinning at each other, the door of the bridge finally opened.

"You bastard, you are such a disgrace!"

The Augustans had not yet arrived, but the voice had already arrived.

The Emperor wears a unique set of power armor in the entire Empire, and many of its components are exclusive models. This armor has enough strength to rival that of a Protoss Templar, as well as an extremely powerful personal shield field.

Once, Augustus and General Warfield had a big argument over strategic issues. Neither of them would give in. The emperor even cursed that the other party would inevitably destroy his entire imperial fleet. Of course, the emperor could have used force to overwhelm the other, but he decided to solve the problem in a one-on-one duel as he had done in the old days in the recruit camp.

So, when the unarmed old General Warfield was ready to teach this little bastard a lesson, he was shocked to find that the dog emperor was wearing this suit of armor.

"How dare you show your teeth at me!" Augustus first gave the brain worm a big fight, and then hugged and greeted Prior, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

The brainworm was angry for a moment, but lost its temper immediately when it saw Queen Kerrigan walk in. Although it would not fight with Augustus normally, it would never admit defeat.

At this moment, all the quarrels in the bridge disappeared into thin air.

"Augustus Mengsk, brother."

"The Führer."

"His Majesty."

When Augustus came among the crowd, everyone greeted and saluted him, and even the Tal'darim could only reluctantly call him His Majesty the Emperor.

"Augustus, the Purifiers have brought bad news. The swarms of fallen insects and hybrid armies are waiting in the void." Tassadar said and went straight to the point: "This confirms the previous speculation of the War Council. Amon recalled the legions that were fighting in the real universe because he knew that we were about to attack the void, just as he did to protect the evil god's host."

"He must think we are seeking our own death." Augustus said: "If I were Amon, I would pretend to know nothing and wait for the enemy to go deep into the void before setting up an ambush and encircling and strangling him."

At this time, the Empire's Xel'Naga world ship was passing under the Hyperion. It was so huge that just one of its main guns was five times the length of the Gorgon.

The Xel'Naga world ship was indeed sent to Baysir to deal with Amon's Ark of Doom, but halfway through the journey, it was learned that Phoenix and Stukov had already defeated Amon with the support of the Protoss fleet.

After learning of this, Augustus immediately ordered it to change course and rush to Urna. This world ship was at least as powerful as a fleet of several hundred cruisers.

"But this is Amon's choice." Tassadar nodded to Augustus: "Arrange the troops and prepare for a decisive battle."

"The Dark Lord despises us." Artanis also said loudly: "He will pay the price."

"You are right, Artanis." Augustus looked at everyone present and announced the final battle plan.

"So, marshals, generals, and executive officers," he said, "the final moment has come. This is a decisive battle. It's either you or I."

"The attack plan is simple, follow my flagship closely!" (End of this chapter)