StarCraft: Tyranid Empire.

Chapter 767 Moebius Hybrid

The largest hybrid manufacturing plant in Arakan Castle is located in a collapsed temple wall. It is a jungle of metal buildings with black stone obelisks. Alien artifacts, Protoss relics and idols based on the Khaydarin megaliths are common.

When Valerian arrived here, the battle outside the hybrid factory was basically over.

Several Imperial Marine companies with large numbers of raiders have been assembled and are launching a new round of attacks on the human servants of Amon guarding here.

Transport planes were still continuously bringing in boatloads of armored Imperial warriors, dropping off tanks and chariots as well as boxes of weapons and ammunition. They assembled in every open space, ready to rush to the battlefield as soon as the Imperial flag was raised. Everywhere was filled with soldiers, mechas, and chariots running rampant, shouting, and huge roars.

Huge battlecruisers were parked above the hybrid factory, with strong searchlights piercing through the dense terrazine fog in rows, like lightsabers piercing a thick purple curtain. The air-to-ground Concord artillery of the raiding liberators blocked every traffic route, and the siege tanks were far out of sight, fiercely bombarding the factory outposts and heavy firepower platforms that still tried to fight back.

If he listened carefully, Valerian could distinguish the bangs of small electromagnetic weapons firing and the screaming sounds of cluster rockets rising into the air. It was the sound of steel scraping across the ground, and fire and death blooming like gorgeous flowers.

Then there were other more unbearable sounds, the screams of the dying, the wails of the wounded, the sad sobs of soldiers who had lost their arms because they could not bear the pain. The sound of bomb explosions was enough to cover these sounds, but they always reached his ears inadvertently.

The wide road leading to the hybrid factory was originally wide enough for four tanker trucks to pass side by side, and heavy trucks loaded with crystal minerals passed by at any time.

Whenever the Terran Empire arrived at a new world, it would build bridges and roads, railways connecting various resource-based cities, and huge airports that could take off and land starships.

Numerous crystal smelters, gas refineries, and complex factories were once located along the strip-shaped transportation lines of Arakan City. Countless large-scale projects were built, and exquisite small towns and spectacular skyscraper complexes coexisted.

The city between the jungles and temples of Bysir is a place of unique beauty, just as the Aiur carefully built their magnificent cities of crystal and gold between tropical rainforests and spectacular waterfalls. The Terran colonists did something similar here, except their cities were made of glass and steel, and the large settlements were connected by maglev trains instead of psionic matrices.

But now Arakan is in ruins, and the road has become a charnel ground several miles long, with dead bodies and burning vehicles strewn along the way.

The huge wreckage of a Thor mecha in the middle of the road almost blocked the entire road. Most of its ceramic steel armor had melted and shattered, with messy wires scattered on it, and the driver had long disappeared.

Even so, several engineers still tried to repair or just tow back the crippled steel giant. The war is not over yet, and every resource is hard-earned and cannot be wasted.

This place was less than a mile away from the front of the hybrid factory. Valerian only had to look up to see the vast factory area. Hundreds of reactor cooling towers, cranes and lifting platforms rose from the ground, shaped like a giant black steel skeleton of the dead Behemoth.

Four giant, charred spires twisted and stretched toward the sky. Each one stood tall and towered into the clouds, covered with marks of blasphemy and filth, illuminating the green flames from the void like lights.

There were often some terrible sounds coming from these spires, which were the mental screams of many Protoss, making the surrounding atmosphere more terrifying. When the Protoss Templars of Phoenix arrived at Bashar and saw with their own eyes the torture that Amon inflicted on their own people, they would be furious.

Valerian knew that what was produced in this factory were not ordinary weapons and ammunition, but living mutant monsters.

The most accurate name here should be Amon's hybrid breeding factory, which is dedicated to producing batch after batch of hybrid armies for him, and such factories are spread all over the Koprulu sector.

Amon never concealed his dark ambitions and actions. Hundreds of hybrid culture chambers were clearly stacked in the factory, like goods displayed on shelves. The largest of them was several hundred feet high, like a giant tower reaching the sky. It was hard to imagine what kind of abominable ultimate creatures were cultivated in them.

Although it is incredible, most of these hybrid factories were built by humans. In Baysher's factory, the emblem of the Moebius Legion can be seen everywhere. It is a white Moebius circle on a black background, which has now become a symbol of corruption and evil.

Ever since Emperor Augustus established the Moebius Corps and tasked them with searching for alien technology and hybrid factories, disaster has been following them like a curse.

After the Doomsday War, many Moebius fleets disappeared after sailing out of the border of the Koprulu Sector. When they returned to the Imperial World, they had become loyal servants of the God of Darkness. They wreaked havoc everywhere in the star sector and left no one alive.

It was said that half of them had gone mad, and the other half had become something far more horrible.

The rebellious Moebius Corps, led by the Hybrid, gunned down civilians without scruples, massacring an entire colony to build a Jingguan.

For darker purposes, the Moebius Legion experimented on refugees to create deformed hybrid monsters. Their spaceships were filled with corpses, countless frozen dead piled together, their skin like pale snakes.

This is how Jon, a classmate of Valerian at the Tierling Military Academy, disappeared. He set out from the military port of Pantera Prime with the Moebius Legion and the Marine Corps. It was a mission to discover the sacred relics of the Protoss. He was supposed to be able to return in two to three months, but he never returned.

He also remembered that Jon also had a pair of young, frizzy eyes, beautiful brown curly hair and a sparse mustache.

If it weren't for these changes, Valerian thought, Jon would have stayed in his hometown to take care of the farm and wheat, and would never leave his hometown until he died.

However, the worlds saved by the Moebius Legion far outweigh those destroyed, and the technology they brought to the Empire was enough to benefit humanity for centuries.

The Moebius Legion had the largest number of rebels, precisely because they had the most contact with hybrids and Amon's other evil creations.

Most of the Moebius soldiers remained loyal.

The Empire could have destroyed the evil hybrid factory directly with orbital weapons, or reduced it to ash with a radiation-free nuclear bomb, as they had done to other factories here before.

But the followers of Amon here were more cunning and cruel. They used imprisoned civilians and captured imperial soldiers as threats, threatening to dig out the hostages' eyes and chop off their limbs in order to force Stukov to withdraw his troops.

Stukov rejected these people's request, but out of considerations of humanity and morality and stabilizing the military's morale, he could not order a direct bombing of the factory where the hostages were held, otherwise the Empire would be no different from Amon.

So Stukov could only order his troops to attack, but the enemy was stubborn and crazy. They fanatically believed that they would be reborn in blood and flames, and would rather perish together with their enemy than surrender.

In the past, these crazy followers of Amon have caused the Empire a lot of trouble.

The minds of these people have been devoured, and they have become slaves of the hybrid. Even the Protoss do not think there is any hope of saving them. Most of them have gone completely crazy and cannot communicate normally, while others do not show any unusual signs on the surface. But without exception, they will not hesitate to kill for their master, sacrificing blood and death to the dark god.

The so-called holy war dedicated to our Lord will end in flames.

The imperial army had to use heavy bombs and flamethrowers to sweep the reinforced concrete bunkers and kill all the traitors and evil god believers. Since they could not expect the enemy to surrender, there was no need to leave any alive.

Therefore, many of the corpses that Valerian saw died in miserable conditions. They were either burned into smoking blackened remains by plasma, which seemed to have shrunk significantly compared to when they were alive, or they were blown into pieces by artillery fire. Even the forensic doctor would probably find it difficult to piece together a complete corpse.

At the same time, while these Amon's fanatics were busy dealing with the fierce external attack, a carefully selected elite ghost agent team had sneaked into the hybrid factory, preparing to attack the enemy's command center and rescue the hostages.

It was Valerian who participated in and led the formulation of this plan, and he was determined to succeed.

The Empire's military has an absolute advantage, and it is only a matter of time before it takes down the hybrid factory, but the Ghost Army will be a sharp knife stabbing the enemy from behind and will end the battle in a short time.

The sooner the war ends, the fewer people will die.

As time passed, the foggy sky grew darker and darker, and it seemed as if all of a sudden, the sky had darkened completely. The light of artillery fire inside and outside the hybrid factory became more and more eye-catching.

The terrazine mist of Baysher never dissipated, like a thick cover that blocked the sunlight and temperature. Despite this, the dense jungle was not affected at all, but continued to grow abnormally. Even the shortest shrubs could grow to a height of one person, and the edges of the leaves were as sharp as sharp blades.

As a result, the foggy jungle became even more dangerous. Amon's minions were hiding in it. Several imperial teams that got lost in the vast jungle only sent back some chaotic images mixed with crazy mumbling and terrifying roars, and no news was heard from them since then.

Now it was clear to Valerian that they had either been slaughtered by the void shadows in the mist or taken prisoner.

What made Valerian even more uneasy was that, judging from the news sent back by various troops, the current battle situation was still very tense.

Three Banshees were coming from above the Hybrid Factory, and they had obviously run out of ammunition and were preparing to return. One of the Banshees was in a very bad state, it stumbled out of the formation, and then fell without warning, its falling posture as straight as a lead ball weighing dozens of tons.

Debris and wreckage from the explosion were scattered all over the ground, piling up into a mountain. One of the tail blades flew a hundred yards away and stuck diagonally into the ground like a giant cross.

Some troops that suffered heavy casualties had to withdraw and rest. Their reports had apparently confirmed the existence of a large number of hybrids in the hybrid factories. These premature babies that were forced to hatch early usually died quickly, but before they died they could still cause great casualties to the Imperial forces.

The frontal troops were unable to make any progress, and the ghost troops he deployed failed to appear in time to turn the tide as expected, and there was not even any movement.

Due to the need for covert operations, it was impossible for Valerian to maintain real-time contact with this ghost army, let alone know where they were at the moment.

Maybe they were in big trouble, maybe they had all been killed by the hybrid.

But now that the order had been given, all Valerian could do was trust and wait, while preparing for the worst.

Leading this ghost team is the ace ghost X74996R Stone, who has black hair, silent, melancholy brown eyes, and a heart that refuses to calm down.

Stone's ability and loyalty to the Mengsk family were enough for Arcturus, who was skeptical of Ghosts, to personally assign him to be the prince's guard. Although Valerian never thought that his rank qualified him to be guarded by a Ghost agent and was quite disgusted by such a privilege, Arcturus never considered how his son would feel about his arrangement.

He has only one heir, and he may never have another.

However, Stone is actually also Valerian's friend and personal psychic advisor. If he inherits his father's throne in the future, he will definitely have a place in the palace's staff.

But even with Stone, Valerian couldn't help but worry.

All descendants of great men have to live under the shadow of their predecessors. No matter how hard they try, they cannot achieve enough to prove their own achievements, but if they make the slightest mistake, it will be magnified infinitely.

Valerian's father Arcturus and aunt Dorothy were both extremely outstanding people. They assisted their brothers wholeheartedly and almost supported the other half of the empire.

Therefore, Valerian did not want to be seen as an incompetent Mengsk, and deep in his heart he longed to build a greater cause than his uncle Augustus.

Stukov had expected that this battle would be difficult. At this moment, a command center landed not far away. The huge reverse thrust landing gear landed with a bang, supporting the main building covered with sensors and communication antennas like a giant steel claw deeply nailed into the ground.

The command center was as tall as three or four stories. The electroplated steel armored shell was set off by bright lights. An angled ramp was being lowered from the entrance hatch, and a series of thin orange lines flashed outlining its brightly lit outline.

Barracks, heavy factories, star ports and engineering stations landed around the command center one after another, and could be put into production as soon as they landed. Hundreds of supply stations and supply containers were dropped directly from the high-altitude orbit, which was no less than directly dropping a small city with complete facilities.

With this support, the empire can continue to send troops to ensure that the war situation is always under control.

"Your Highness, we have rescued the survivors and hostages. Their number is much greater than expected, and they must be evacuated immediately!" The voice of Ghost Agent Stone finally came over the communication channel.

The first words made Valerian happy, but the second words made him feel like he was falling into an ice cellar.

"A hybrid of Moebius has awakened. Subject 9E57 is more powerful than all the hybrid rulers I have ever seen combined!"