StarCraft: Tyranid Empire.

Chapter 682 God-made Star Urna
In the perception of the protoss, the Altarion Rift is a gap between the void and reality.And now, the huge fleet passing through it is undoubtedly approaching the void.

"Let General Edmund Duke come to the channel." Augustus watched the mighty Protoss fleet under the porthole, waiting for the communication to be connected.

After only waiting for a few seconds, Duke's iconic diamond-shaped pointed head like a poisonous snake appeared in front of Augustus.The wrinkles on his forehead had visibly increased, and his face was very tanned.

For the past two years Duke's Alpha Squadron has been deployed to the Imperial world of Scotia to deal with the invading swarm, clearing the mines of the zerg infestation.It was a volcanic world of extreme cruelty, where steep mountains of ash were infested with a variant of the Baneling that hopped up and down like fleas.

In the words of the soldiers of the Scotia Empire garrison, when they go to bed at night and lift the quilt, they are all "Mr. Purple Leather Big Ass".

It's not fair that these Baneling units appear to be able to climb even cliffs.

And although Scotia is the world with the harshest environment and the most difficult conditions in the empire's territory, Duke still devotes himself to his work with great enthusiasm.He is not afraid of how dangerous the task entrusted to him by the emperor is, but he is afraid of staying away from the center of the high-level army.

As long as the Emperor of the Empire can give Duke a huge fleet and give him enough power, no matter whether the enemy is the rebels, Zerg, Protoss or Xel'Naga, they are just doing meritorious service.

"Emperor Augustus Mengsk." Duke saluted Augustus first, and then asked, "What instructions do you have?"

"Duke, I want to take Holle's Nova Squadron into the Altarion Rift." Augustus looked at Duke: "After this, I want your Alpha Squadron to stay at the entrance of the Rift. You must personally Stay there and don't let anyone in or out."

It's not to prevent someone from breaking in, but to fear that something will come out of it.

When he heard this order, Duke on the other side was obviously not very satisfied, and it could even be called a thunderbolt.After receiving the order to garrison the Altarion Rift, Duke was gearing up to do something big, but the emperor still told him to watch the gate.

Although he has reached the rank of admiral and has no chance of promotion, Duke's ambition is more than that. He only wants to be the admiral above all admirals, stepping on the heads of Renault and others.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Duke shook the 42 medals on his general's uniform, his thick eyebrows were knit together, and the expression on his face tightened:

"Unless the enemy takes my head, no one can enter the Altarion Rift!"

The military order is like a mountain, there is no doubt that the emperor is not discussing with him.

Although Duke is wild and impulsive, he is not really out of his mind. At least he knows who is the one in the Tyrannian Empire.His nemesis Raynor called him the Viper because he was sinister and vengeful, and the Mad Dog because he was violent and aggressive.

But he is not stupid.

"Keep your head, Duke." Renault had always been at odds with Duke, and now he couldn't help saying with concern: "No one wants that thing."

"Take care of your tongue, redneck, or I won't mind unscrewing it!" Duke didn't dare to flirt with the emperor, but in his eyes, the famous Jim Raynor was a fart.If they were standing on the same deck there would be a fight.

"Okay, shut up." Augustus frowned, and Renault and Duke stopped talking: "Jim, tell the fleet that we are about to enter the Otarian Rift and prepare for battle .”

"Duke, remember the task I entrusted to you. No one can replace you in this matter."

"Fight for you, my lord." Duke was so elated by Augustus's words that his face was flushed, and Renault's mouth was blocked for words.

A moment later, Duke conveyed the order of Emperor Augustus to the officers of the Alpha Squadron in the Norad III bridge in a roaring manner, and left the communication channel proudly. The silverback gorilla who just got a bunch of bananas.

At this time, most of the huge Dalam Protoss fleet had sailed into the Altarion Rift in front of them.On the other side, the flagship of the Purifier Protoss executive Corolla Leon also took the lead to follow, and the majestic Purifier warships followed closely behind.

"It's our time." Augustus gave an order, and with the White Star as the flagship, thousands of imperial warships overwhelmingly pressed towards the Altarion Rift.

Its brightness increases exponentially the closer it gets to the Altarion Rift.This is by no means a reflected light, but rather from the object itself.

As the White Star leaped into the swaying white light at the entrance of the Altarion Rift, a blinding glare shone through the bridge porthole.Even under the isolation and filtering of the shield force field, this strong light is so bright that it wipes out the shadows of people.

In the past, I could still see the shining stars outside the porthole, but now I couldn't see anything except a vast expanse of whiteness.

Brilliant.

Fortunately, this strong light only lasted for a short time, as short as Augustus had just crossed a threshold, and the gap between void and reality was as thin as a piece of paper.

In a blink of an eye, the light on the bridge quickly dissipated, replaced by a magnificent structure shrouded in a large cloud of luminous gas and bright dust, and in the distance are countless void celestial bodies colliding and exploding in the dark space, countless stars Celestial bodies of scale are born or perish with every twinkle of light.

The stars of the universe cannot be seen here, but maybe this is also its cold and dark side.

Augustus approached the porthole and found that the legendary Urna was much bigger than he remembered. This is what he saw with his own eyes, and it was a shock that he couldn't feel just watching the cutscenes of the game.He suddenly realized that the dazzling light that Urna was emitting came from itself, and that light could nourish all things.

Urna, it is exaggeratedly big, as big as a huge, pyramid-shaped planet, an epic and magnificent spectacle.Its surface is radiant, like a planet-scale artwork.

But everything he saw in front of him told Augustus that it was not a planet in the ordinary sense - its organic rock structure that seemed to have life was engraved with exquisite patterns, hieroglyphs and golden ratio spirals, every detail It shows Sarnaga's perfect artistic attainment and natural aesthetics of exploring the truth of the universe.

There are no extravagant lines, everything seems to be back to basics, and all the beauty comes from the universe itself.

"I should have come wearing a pair of sunglasses." At this moment, Renault was still rubbing his almost blinded eyes, and had no time to appreciate the beauty and art at all.

"I think the average person closes their eyes at that point," Augustus said. "It's instinctive."

"I think I'm blind." Renault opened his eyes, staring at Urna in the blue and silver waves.

As the White Star got closer to Urna, the magnificent structure became bigger and bigger.The extremely huge wall occupies almost every porthole on the bridge, as if a continent folded in half in a rhombus shape is unfolding in front of your eyes.

In contrast, the two protoss fleets lined up in front seemed insignificant like stardust, and even the Spear of Adun was just a small shining dot in the distance.

This is where the giants of the universe live.

"This is Urna?"

"Stylish enough." Reynolds said, "But this place doesn't look like it can be inhabited. What is it used for? Is it a temple the size of a planet, or an artificial planet that has been transformed into a temple?"

"I can't tell the difference between the two." Augustus looked at Urna outside the porthole: "But I know, now we have to go in and find out."

"I'm good at this. The boys of the Marine Corps can handle any battlefield in the universe." Renault stared at Urna, already trying to figure out where to get off the airdrop pod: "The engineering team has also done enough Once we are ready, we will wait to see how many treasures we can pry from this place and go back."

"I guess the owners here shouldn't mind." The corners of Augustus' lips curled up, and his eyes sparkled.

They're not protoss, and wouldn't mind retrieving a bit of their legacy from Urnar.It's like Zhu Bajie yelling that although the master lost it, the luggage still needs to be divided.

"If there are two races destined to inherit the Nagar's mantle, why can't it be us humans."

"I don't think this has anything to do with us." Renault always felt that the Xel'Naga had little to do with humans—they inspired the protoss and transformed the Zerg, even birds have never surpassed humans.

"Praise the gods. Urna, the star made by God."

At this time, Zeratul slowly walked into the bridge deck, a pair of flaming eyes staring excitedly at the shining giant celestial body: "The hometown of Xel'Naga, the legendary kingdom."

Since the first battle in the Atriaes galaxy, Zeratul has been recuperating in a very quiet cabin in the White Star, either meditating and practicing, or talking to Augustus about Xel'Naga, occultism, philosophy, and politics. .In short, they are both teachers and friends, and they talk about everything.

In the culture of the protoss, Urna, the resting place of the gods, has a pivotal position.And because it is too mysterious, Urna has always been considered a place that only exists in myths and legends.

During the last period of Zeratul's life, when he was immersed in self-blame and pain, he was always looking for the prophecy of salvation in Xel'Naga, but he never went to Urna, the place he was looking for in his whole life.

"In Urna, the truth that all civilizations are looking for is waiting for us to discover." Zeratul said: "Augustus Mengsk, all the secrets are waiting for us to unravel."

"signal incoming"

Within a few seconds, Durham and the Purifier's two executives, Artanis and Corola Leon, appeared on the channel.

"I have deployed an alpha wingman (support alpha) to the surface of Urna, looking for a way to enter it." Colorado Leon seemed to shine behind a face made of white steel, his tone was calm, and he seemed to be just stating a certain thing.

"We see that the road to ascension is unfolding before our eyes."

This is not to say that Purifiers have no emotions, in fact they are protoss who are close to 100% personality simulation.Augustus had seen several other Purifier executives, and they seemed to be full of anger when they spoke, and their voices were like thunder.

Through several exchanges over the years, Augustus also had a general understanding of the character of the Purifier executive.In that golden age where all the heroes gathered, Colorado Leon was also the most outstanding and most famous among the Templars. He was noble, resourceful, possessed extraordinary courage and will, and was admired by all.

When talking with such a great ancient hero as Corolla Leon, Augustus can benefit a lot from the other party's profound knowledge and deep insights into strategy and tactics every time.

Being able to make this legendary hero fly into a rage when he wakes up shows how inappropriate the Supreme Council that enslaved and oppressed the ancient Purifiers was.

Kolarion has told Augustus more than once: If he had known the Supreme Council's attitude towards "artificial intelligence machines", he would never have joined the Purifier Project.

But even such a great figure has no choice. As templars, they are only sword-wielding listeners under the arbitrator class, and are not qualified to question the orders of the Supreme Council.

"Urna, this is the sleeping place of the Xel'Nagas. Rohana, the supreme protector of our family, told me that the past arbitrators had speculated that the Xel'Nagas returned here after completing their guidance to us. ’ said Artanis:

"Your Majesty Augustus, just as we said, we now plan to wake up the sleeping Xel'Naga—the Council of Light and Shadow believes that they will bring salvation to the protoss."

"Okay." Augustus nodded to Artanis and Colorado Leon: "Maybe these Naganagas can bring us real enlightenment. But to explore Urna, we still need brave warriors Be the vanguard."

"I propose that we each send an army into it and find a way to open the temple within it." Artanis said.

"The son of Sebros has no objection." Colorado Leon paused and said.

The purifier's data network is a low-profile version of Kara, which can only communicate data information, and is much worse for emotional expression.And whenever there is a major event to be decided, all the ancient Purifier personalities in the data network will vote, so when Corolla Leon speaks in many cases, it represents the will of all the Purifiers.

At this moment, ships gathered around Urna, and the three forces were mobilizing their elite forces to explore this place of gods.

"Tell Jackson Hole, I need a special combat elite from Nova Squadron. Where's Tychus?" Augustus asked habitually, "It's time for this old bastard to play."

"You forgot, he's still locked up in the prison cell on the White Star, and it's been more than half a month." Renault smiled unkindly: "Do you remember? When the fleet stayed in Keha, this guy seriously violated discipline." , did not return to the team on time, and was a deserter for several days."

"Then the Augustograd press was buzzing about the famous imperial hero who couldn't pay whoring money and was pawning the belt and panties 'given' by Augustus the Great.—This guy is really drunk .”

"what?"

Augustus wasn't really worried that Tychus would make a big mess out of it.This guy is lawless, bold and reckless, but also very shrewd and cautious. Although his moral quality is low and his personality is bad, he never does evil things that hurt the nature and bully men and women.

"I remember." Augustus couldn't help covering his head, as if some painful memory came back: "This dog."

"Get me Tychus out now, and let him go to work!"

Not to mention that Augustus didn't know how to engage in imperial gift at all, at most he would send a pistol accessory, and at the worst, he would send a vulture car.If he wants to give a man a belt and underwear with a bad taste, what is that called.

The reputation was killed.

(End of this chapter)