supreme commander's bizarre adventure

Not only that, but there are also a large number of phantom-like human troops in the Koprulu sector mixed in the zerg swarm. They have complete artillery and combat vehicles. Fly out and compete with VF fighter jets for air supremacy above the frontline base!

As long as the cracks that Amon opened in the real world are not closed, these enemies will continue to appear, but this is also good, the Sira Guards need a large-scale and real battle to verify their combat effectiveness. It cannot be obtained in practice.

It will be a tough battle, Marcus thought, his eyes swept over the soldiers on the left and right... They all came to the United Headquarters with the ideal of fighting for mankind, although they failed to become a powerful Astartes, but the glory of the Guardians of Syra will not be tarnished by the fact that she was formed by the unchosen.

Thinking of this, Marcus chuckled a few times, then, he raised the bolter in his hand that was no different from the big gun before, and roared loudly:

"Guardians of Scylla, prepare to fight!"

It is said to be ready to fight, but according to the predetermined plan, the two heavy tank regiments of the Sira Guard Corps have already prepared for the counterattack. On the attack of the zerg!

Dozens of agate red energy beams swept across the rear of the zerg. The power of this energy beam even dispersed the thick fog raised by Amon for a long time, allowing the hybrid body who was hiding behind the zerg as the middle and low-level command node They were all exposed, and these abominations did not survive the moment when their masters re-cloaked the battlefield—

The artillery fire from the self-propelled artillery completely covered the area where the hybrids were located in an instant. When the miserable howls of these hybrids turned into insignificant echoes in the subspace, the insect swarm on the front line immediately fell into chaos. Some want to stop, some want to continue charging.

The Sira guards did not let this rare opportunity slip away. Those strong men operating machine guns and plasma cannons output the most artillery fire in the shortest time. It is only a few breaths. Any zerg who dared to attack the city wall With the phantom troops, there are only fuzzy flesh and energy residues left!

The chaos of the insect swarm did not last long. When the thick fog of Amon covered the follow-up insect swarm that was about to attack again, the battle returned to the previous state, but this time, the insects used more concealed means to attack Approaching the city wall... When the Sira guards wiped out some of the charging zerg in front of the city wall again, hundreds of tunnel worms almost crawled out of the ground against the city wall, about half of them were killed immediately, but the rest Still half done with their tasks:

Dense worms were spat onto the city wall and the frontline positions close to the city wall!

This cannot be blamed on the radar and vigilance of the Sira guards, because even if Amon, the fallen Xel'Naga, cannot devote all his strength to the real world on this battlefield full of spiritual influences, he can still interfere. The front-line sensors and radars are still easy.

After jamming the frontline radars and sensors, the zerg attracted the attention of the Sira guards by charging and attacking on the ground, and feeding the swarm with tunnel worms underground.But when the zerg were about to use their bloodthirsty nature to tear apart the Sira guards like the human troops in this sector, they found——

This group of strong men with big arms and round waists raised their chainsaw swords and abruptly killed a sea of ​​blood in the insect swarm!

To be crushed!be cut!Be burned!The zerg's howl of pain, accompanied by the explosion of bolt guns and the thunder of chainswords, filled the entire gray sky, even drowning out the death roar of shells across the sky!

Those Zerg corpses were thrown from the city wall by the Sira guards like a torrential rain. The smelly and corrosive Zerg body fluid covered the original gray city wall, and the owners of the body fluid had long been turned into useless residue, laughing at Egypt I'm so overwhelmed...

Eamon understood that it was time for him to do something.

Chapter 671 Chapter 480 The Twisted Thing

The fierce battle lasted for nearly [-] hours. A large number of Zergs were killed in front of the city wall, and the Sira guards who were front-line fighters also began to gradually change their defenses to the Protoss templars... the Sira guards who were ordinary people Although they are powerful, they have not yet escaped from the sad category of "human beings". After fighting for nearly a day, the fighters need to repair and recover.

"General Marcus."

After swallowing a piece of beef, Marcus looked up and saw Artanis and his guards coming in from the gate.The place where Marcus is now wearing is the command post of the Sira guards. After wandering around the front line for a few hours, Marcus returned here immediately after inspecting the city wall, and now the personnel in the command post are being divided into batches Eating and resting, I have to say that Artanis did find a good time.

After quickly stuffing the last piece of meat and bread into his mouth, Marcus wiped his mouth with a towel, looked at Artanis in surprise, and asked:

"What's the matter, Archbishop Artanis?"

"One thing," Artanis nodded, "I returned to the front line just now, and the offensive of the Zerg has almost stagnated... Even the hybrid bodies and phantoms disappeared into the thick fog."

Such an abnormal scene made Artanis very worried, especially when the thick fog covered the battlefield, causing the reconnaissance methods of the United Headquarters and the protoss to fail, and unspeakable shadows and worries enveloped Artanis' heart.

"I sent three reconnaissance planes into the fog, but they also lost contact very quickly."

"...Don't worry, Archbishop Artanis," Marcus reached out and took the data terminal handed over by a lieutenant next to him. He looked at Artanis' eyes that were shining with psychic energy, and continued:

"Jurha's psychic diva troops have arrived, and they are building a large psychic position. Perhaps after a few hours, we will be able to completely eliminate Amon's sorcery."

Speaking of this, Marcus frowned and thought of the casualty report of the Sira guards. Although the numbers on the description surface were pretty good, and the exchange ratio was very good, it can be seen from a closer look that in Amon After the phantom troop joined the battle, the casualties of the Sira guards rose sharply, and even the swarm had a tactical level far exceeding the previous level.

"Our war machines are more than capable of defending our fortresses, and the enemy has no wide-area weapons of mass destruction, not even warships in orbit," said Marcus, who ushered Artanis into the center of command. On the projected sand table, he pointed to the entire defense line dominated by high walls, and continued: "Although our defense line is dominated by high walls, there are still several support points and rear artillery groups as support, and The Protoss' Colossus troops are also deployed close to the front lines, and we have enough capabilities to stop any enemy in front of the line of defense."

"..."

Artanis knows the whole defense situation, and also knows that the current Protoss troops are trying to counterattack and occupy more defense nodes, but Marcus's answer and response did not make him feel a little relieved, and he even felt more in his heart for some reason. A lot of disgust that is getting stronger.

An ominous premonition haunted Artanis.

After considering the words, Artanis narrated his findings and feelings, and after listening to Artanis' description, Marcus frowned and asked:

"Besides you, do other Protoss feel this way?"

"There are a lot of people, especially those psychic masters and templars with great psychic talents... I suspect it's Amon's conspiracy."

"Undoubtedly, Archbishop," Marcus said without the slightest hesitation. He and the Sira guards he led were often "tortured" by the Thousand Sons and other think tanks, especially when fighting against psykers. During the rehearsal, all kinds of strange events even caused the resolute Sira guards to retreat 17 people back!

These returned soldiers are not weak, but they are still confused and troubled by the psionic illusions raised by the think tanks. In the end, they can only return to their own planets, and will never have the battlefield in the endless void, nor the endless glory— —

And no one backed down when facing the Astartes' attack before!

This is just a superficial illusion, the think tanks have never used those scarier and weirder methods against friendly forces!The powerful power of psykers often distorts reality, and untrained psykers are an extremely unstable time bomb... This is why the empire will capture or even directly execute the psykers found.

"In the face of enemies using psionic powers, any small situation requires our attention... Archbishop, perhaps you and your people often use psionic powers and are familiar with certain things, but for us people, psionic To some extent, it means danger and unknown."

Marcus said solemnly, he briefly talked to the others in the command, and then continued to Artanis:

"I have already explained the current situation to Yuerha's psychic diva troops. They will speed up the construction of the psychic formation. After about half an hour, we will be able to receive psychic support."

"It couldn't be better."

Artanis nodded, and as he said, the psychic masters of the Protoss are good at throwing their anger on the enemy in the form of psychic spells. There is no lack of research on the mind and other aspects, but it is different from the imperial universe. Compared with the think tanks in the vast ocean who need to fight wits and bravery... I have to say that the Koprulu Star District is really a good place.

Just as Artanis and Marcus were discussing defense and troop rotation issues, a violent earthquake came, and the entire headquarters trembled!After a short period of incapacity, the Sira guards quickly finished their repairs, began to gather and rushed to various predetermined positions... But when Marcus and Artanis at the headquarters walked out of the half-covered bunker, the outside did not know When did a thin layer of white mist appear!

The mist rolled, and the ancient malice wriggled unscrupulously in it, like poisonous snakes with life.

"What happened? Find out the situation and report to me immediately!"

Marcus solemnly ordered to the other personnel, but Artanis who was standing aside, no, it should be that all the Protoss here felt a huge and corrupt will come to this planet!

For the soldiers on the front line, the feeling is more intuitive and clear. They saw a hybrid body as tall as a warlord-level Titan emerging from the dense fog, while the swarm of insects that had been silent for a long time and The phantoms also launched an attack again!

"Protoss... your master is back!"

The voice of Hybrid Amon's Shadow echoed across the entire defense line, carrying infinite arrogance and arrogance.

Chapter 672 Chapter 480

forward base.

While the Sira guards and protoss warriors began to engage Amon's forces, the psychic divas of Julha also completed the final formation.

Unlike the flexible Astartes think tank and the psykers attached to various auxiliary army units, although Jurhas have excellent psychic potential, and their bodies can also withstand a psychic load far exceeding that of a human body, but Their way of thinking and sensitivity to emotions are not enough... To put it simply, if it takes decades for a psyker to become a qualified think tank, then Jurha will have to at least triple it.

But Jurha's minds are simple and connected together through a data network. With the advantage that this data network connection is extremely similar to the wavelength of psionic energy, Jurha's psionic singers can work together to achieve the need for several, or even It is something that only dozens of think tanks can do.

In order to maximize this advantage, it is also necessary to build a position. Of course, the formation of a position is only a more formal description. In private, Yuerha singers call this kind of thing "building a platform" ...Basically, it is similar to a stage. In this regard, the United Headquarters still learned from the people in the Macross universe. Through suitable audio playback equipment and psionic transmission devices, the voices of the singers of Yurha are conveyed to the battlefield. Every corner of it is used to boost morale and weaken the enemy.

"Are you ready?" The leader of the singer troop, the first psychic singer 11B in Yurha's doll, asked his sisters:

"It's already ready, if it wasn't for the team leader, if you wanted to be more on the safe side, we would have sung by now!"

Hearing the words of several more active Jurha dolls, there was a smile on 11B's indifferent face. Unlike other series of Yurhas, as the B (E) type that is closest to the A type, 11B He also inherited Type A's glamorous face and slightly alienated style from other people.

In fact, the first batch of Jurhas who followed Rorschach out of the planet and came to the Prison Galaxy accounted for less than one-thousandth of all Jurhas, and there were also many initial models of Jurhas who did not live in the prison galaxy. High positions, middle and low-level officers in a certain army, or researchers in the research department...but for some reason, they are loved and pursued by their younger generations.

"Then let's get started, I think General Marcus has been waiting a little anxiously," 11B nodded slightly, her eyes swept over the mist that filled the psionic barrier, just like what I said just now, in the After the appearance of Amon's Shadow, the pressure on the entire defense line increased sharply. If it weren't for the psionic masters of the protoss who desperately delayed the psionic attack of the hybrid body on the high wall, and General Marcus's unhesitating move The Honor Knights on standby went into battle. Otherwise, Artanis would have to think about how to fight street battles in the base.

Gently exhaling, 11B stood at the front of the stage wearing a pure white close-fitting dress, showing her beautiful figure to the fullest. She slightly looked up at the sky and sang softly, behind her It is a choir composed of [-] Jurha psychic singers... just the first note was played, and the first line of lyrics was sung. Within a radius of [-] kilometers from the center of the stage, everyone, Even those phantoms of the Zerg could hear this heavenly singing!

There are many languages ​​used by the Jurhamen in singing, ranging from High Gothic to Low Gothic, from the language of a primitive tribe on a certain planet to the language of the Jetradi people, but the language constructed by these languages Songs can induce the same psionic effects.

Bits of starlight slowly fell from the sky like heavy snow, and the warm wind blowing from nowhere dispelled the mist that filled the base, and even the intermittent communication returned to normal!

The soft singing echoed in the ears of the Sira guards, most of their originally tense and depressed emotions were relieved, and an invisible force swept over the soldiers, and the pain and fatigue also disappeared. Pulling the guards, even the templars with the protoss were protected by the ballad, and the psionic masters of the protoss were finally able to find some respite from Amon's terrible mental and soul oppression.

But the songs of the Jurhas were not so wonderful for Amon's minions - the songs full of spiritual power covered and blocked a considerable part of the zerg's spiritual connection with their superior command units, and lost The Zerg units under the unified command or at the upper and lower levels instantly returned to their wild state, began to run away and even started to attack other Zerg units around them!

It's not that Amon didn't try to regain control of these Zergs, but he soon discovered that the cracks used to transmit his power were slowly closing, and the thick fog originally used to cover the battlefield was also receding and dissipating!

If we don't do anything else, then Amon's influence on Aiur will drop to the position where a few psychic network crystals can still cover. These positions are not only scattered but also small in area. If it really reaches this point, it will be nothing like a complete failure. What's the difference... Besides, it wasn't the Sira guards or templars who greeted Amon's minions at that time, but the orbital bombardment!

After a little thought, Amon made up his mind to control the huge mixed body to cross the high wall and run deeper into the base against the artillery fire. Also immediately launched an attack on the defense line to contain the Sira guards and the protoss.

It has to be said that Amon's decision is to some extent aimed at the weak point of the defense line. It is not that the Scylla guards and the Protoss did not consider dealing with the attacks of large enemy units such as Thunder Beasts when setting up the defense line. , but such a large and highly mobile unit like the Hybrid Amon's Shadow was really unexpected——

This thing made a run-up outside the defense line and jumped directly over the city wall!

Although there is also a backup line of defense in the rear, most of them are equipped with rapid-fire machine guns to clear and suppress the Zerg that may cross the city wall. In this case, Marcus had to use the Shadow Sword super heavy tank of the heavy armor group Retract, and turn to attack the giant mixed body.

The front-line city wall is nearly ten kilometers away from the main body of the base, and there are many defensive artillery along the way, but as I said just now, except for the rapid-fire artillery, other heavy artillery are basically in the main body of the base, or on the city wall!

Now this situation has become a race against each other to see who can achieve their goals the fastest. Amon wants to kill Artanis, while Marcus and Artanis want to completely eliminate Amon. Presence and influence on Al.

It's just... the shadow of Amon, who was running wildly against the gunfire on this journey, suddenly realized a very terrible thing:

Where did those singing voices come from? !

Chapter 673 Chapter 480 Chapter [-] Broken Shadow

The moment the Shadow of Amon appeared on the battlefield, the protoss in the entire base fell into chaos to varying degrees. Although the mentally strong protoss templars quickly suppressed the impact to a minimum, After Amon started his last fight, the mental pressure faced by the protoss also increased sharply.

The tall hybrid body ran wildly under the gray sky, like an ancient beast, it even overturned a giant statue in the process of running, and the latter was directly embedded in a small hill, making a few noises There was a complete silence after the intermittent buzzing.

"Artanis - you slave who betrayed your creator!"

The Shadow of Amon roared. It blocked the missiles launched by two VF fighter jets with its palms. The missiles that could have completely wiped out a Ultralisk or a piece of Zerg could not even shake the body of this giant hybrid body a little. !

Under the blessing of psychic energy, this twisted and blasphemous body has become stronger than the Titans in the Imperial Universe. At least here, if you want to completely destroy it, you need at least a heavy artillery of the level of the Volcano Cannon... But there is another problem, that is, the speed of this thing is not low, and it is difficult to hit it accurately.

The ending seems to be doomed?

"sound……"

The hybrid body, Amon's Shadow, shook his head, trying to expel the song that was constantly echoing in his mind. The song entangled this powerful body like a necrosis, weakening its strength and slowing down its speed at the same time. , especially when the Hunyuan body stepped into the frontline base, hundreds of pale pink spiritual energy chains drilled out from the ground, binding this monster tightly in place!

"You group of insects!"

Suddenly he broke free from the chains on his body, but the shadow of Amon was bound in place by the chains gushing out from the ground before taking a few steps forward. As it went deeper into the frontline base, even those singing voices changed. more piercing.

The mixed body twisted its body and sent out a psychic shock wave forward. Although this wave was firmly blocked from the barrier supported by the psychic singers, it still weakened the attack of the Jurhas to a certain extent. Ability, after all, at this juncture, preserving vitality is much more important than killing the enemy.

Just as the Shadow of Amon was struggling to move forward, its eyes caught Artanis standing upright inside the barrier. Behind the protoss bishop stood dozens of protoss psionic masters , these templars who have honed their spiritual power for hundreds of years will give Amon a different kind of surprise.

The irritated mixed body roared, and a huge plasma cluster condensed from its hands, and it threw the thing suddenly on the barrier composed of the barrier and the shield, but it could only stir up a few faint ripples— —Eamon's shadow has been continuously weakened and suppressed ever since he stepped into the range of the psychic ballad.

And now, only this strong body is left with the powerful power of the Hunyuan body.

"Slaves!" Shade of Amon roared angrily, "Without my help, it would be impossible for you to develop to the present...Templars? Ha! You are just a group of barbarians with high-tech weapons. Is that pitiful glory achieved by myself?!"

"Maybe," Artanis said flatly, "but what does it have to do with me killing you?"

"You...you think you can kill me?"

The laughter of Amon's Shadow echoed in the empty frontline base. It broke free from its psionic chains, scanned the surrounding Protoss buildings, and walked forward. Every step it took would be entangled by the chains. In the next second, these The chains will be broken!

In order to achieve the success of this operation, Amon also spent his blood. Through the narrower and narrower void cracks, he injected another force into his mixed body body, which was weakened or even expelled. All the psychic powers have been fully recharged, even stronger than before, but as long as Artanis can be killed here and the Tadarin fleet destroys Aiur, then the threat of the protoss will completely disappear ...it will all be worth it!

But at this moment, Amon suddenly discovered that Tal'darin's fleet didn't seem to launch an attack on time——

"Fallen, what are you still looking forward to?"

There was a hint of a smile in Artanis' words. He opened his arms, looked at the tall hybrid body in the distance, and said with a smile:

"I'm right here, Amon, come and kill me!"

"Artanis!!!"

The Shadow of Amon roared and rushed forward, but a bright blue light beam knocked him back!

A triangular golden battleship slowly appeared from the rear of the frontline base. The elegant and beautiful hull revealed the excellent balance between war and art of the Protoss, even the most artistic Blood Angels could To give a wow, but anyway:

At this moment, the Notre Dame jumps into the arena!

The bright blue purification light beam hit the body of Amon's Shadow, knocking the profane thing back again and again. Just as the hybrid body was about to launch a counterattack, an agate red energy beam shot from behind directly pierced through the body. It pierced through its chest, smashing the body made of flesh and energy into pieces!

"Humanity!"

Amon's Shadow turned his head in shock and anger, and found that several Shadow Sword super-heavy tanks had parked behind him at some point. These powerful armors running all the way with overloaded engines appeared when Amon didn't want to see them the most. ... Of course, this is not without cost. After the battle, these super-heavy tanks will not be able to go to the battlefield without an overhaul.

The psychic chains bound the body of Amon's Shadow again, and the harsh ballad suddenly became ferocious. At the same time, there was a bit of ridicule in it, mocking the fallen man's overreach and stupidity!

"Damn it... you slaves... just got a dregs... a piece of scrapped together..."

The Shadow of Amon struggled, it kept destroying the chains of psionic energy, but the purifying light beam of the Notre Dame and the volcanic cannon of the Shadow Sword kept destroying the body of the hybrid body, and these blows continued until it became ruthless due to its weakness. He stopped a little when he couldn't even speak.

"Artanis! I curse you!"

"Then, the protoss will completely wipe out the source of this curse," Artanis responded indifferently. He looked at the Hunyuan body struggling under the artillery fire in front of him, and he had thought about Emon and this fallen Naganaga in his heart. Most of the fear dissipated, "We will step on your dead body and move towards a brighter future."

"I curse—"

Before the Shadow of Amon could finish his sentence, its already broken body was wiped out by the powerful purification beam of the Notre Dame. This monster whose physical strength was stronger than the average Titan finally fell under the overwhelming artillery fire, just as Those monsters who thought they were powerful in the past were average.

This is true in the Koprulu Sector, as it is in the Imperial Universe.