StarCraft: Tyranid Empire.

Most of the complex is made up of densely packed complexes, with rows of train-car-like buildings stretching out in all directions.

Each iron-black factory building is filled with countless huge, beautiful and exquisite giant machines used to produce a full set of hybrid culture chamber components and cloned embryos. Its integrated automatic production line is so efficient that it makes the most advanced factory in Augustgrad look pale in comparison.

Now these buildings are separated by smoke-filled roads, emitting billowing black smoke from explosions, and can no longer produce terrible hybrid armies for Amon.

The world went dark, and hundreds of fires shot up into the sky.

"Focus your fire on that glowing hybrid! All weapons! Fire!"

Several Hurricane tanks that served as the vanguard were being driven back from the front by a Hybrid Destroyer. These flexible tracked tanks fired as they retreated, and the whistling Typhoon missiles continued to explode on the enemy but with little effect.

At Valerian's command, a whistling rain of red tracer bullets mixed with various EMP grenades, rifle grenades and rockets came. A terrible explosion came like a storm and thunder, bursting out with sharp blasts and dazzling lights, and a huge shock wave swept debris and soil into the air.

Such powerful firepower was enough to blow the heavy tank into a ball of burning scrap metal, but it only made the monster roar continuously. The power and lethality of the Protoss and the Zerg were fully demonstrated on this blasphemous and abominable creature.

This hybrid destroyer is wrapped in a glowing carapace and a halo woven from its own psychic shields. It has the typical slender limbs and iconic protruding chin of the Protoss, and its glowing tendrils resemble angel wings.

The Hybrid is the Dark God's chosen one, and is as powerful as his followers claim.

They are angels, Amon's angels of revenge.

Stronger Hybrid Destroyers possess the ability to shift shape and form, with enough power to summon a psychic storm from outer space, and can even temporarily leave their current phase to evade attack.

However, the chosen ones will also bleed. Even if human weapons cannot kill them in a short time, they will cause their skin and flesh to be torn apart, and they will roll, roar and scream in a pool of hot shrapnel and their own blood.

Every time the hybrid roared with angry psychic energy, Valerian felt a tearing pain in his brain. If it weren't for the protection of the psychic shield, he and his warriors would have been "destroyed" in a literal sense.

In a flash, a huge Thor mecha arrived amidst the deafening sound of artillery fire, and used four 250mm Punisher cannons to blast the hybrid into a pile of limbs and pus-filled flesh, like a crab crushed by a car.

"The road ahead is clear. I am your commander, Valerian Mengsk. Keep moving forward, soldiers." Valerian ordered in the command channel.

In order to get through here, Valerian's men have already taken out several steel bunkers that have survived the firepower of the Imperial fleet. Some of these powerful weapons platforms are obviously armed with technology far more advanced than the existing technology of the Empire.

There are already many roads in the hybrid factory, and now the collapsed building debris has blocked the traffic. It is not easy to find an unobstructed passage for large mechas to pass through.

The deeper they went, the more difficult it became for them to move forward. Nightmare-like creatures could be seen everywhere, and demons were everywhere.

It is hard to find a place in the Koprulu Sector that is more like hell on earth than this one.

"Don't waver! Victory belongs to the Empire!"

Several raiders and war wolves lifted the shattered remains of the hybrid aside and strode forward while firing at any bunkers that might hide the enemy, clearing a path forward. More soldiers and mechas followed closely behind, with two medical drones the size of golden eagles following overhead.

Elsewhere in the Hybrid Factory, the Imperial troops had already breached the Hybrid Factory gates from several other directions and entered. The remaining Amon followers, led by the Hybrid, retreated behind the high walls of the factory and continued to resist.

The battle was still going on in the sky, and Valerian could even see the condensation of Lexington rockets as they passed overhead. The sky was repeatedly dyed red, representing war, and the laser weapons of the battlecruisers continued to penetrate the clouds, melting the enemy orbital artillery that were still trying to fight back into a pool of boiling steel.

At this time, when Valerian looked up at the sky, he could easily see a Xel'naga temple building, which was very different from the surrounding human architectural style, standing quietly half a mile away.

Just like the Xel'Naga buildings that Valerian had seen before, this temple was an extremely grand building even from a human perspective. Its pyramid-shaped peak was perched above the clouds, and its huge staircase led directly to the sun.

Each of the huge stones that built this magnificent building weighed twenty tons, and they were cut into millions of sharp triangles and rectangles by incredible skills, with exquisite craftsmanship. The temple was once carved with stars and gods, but now it is full of patterns and words that worship Amon and mock and blaspheme the endless cycle.

That is the core area of ​​the hybrid factory, which is both the command center of Amon's human servant army and the place where prisoners are held.

As far as Valerian knew, Amon's followers were not only breeding new hybrids here, but were also conducting other forbidden biological experiments involving horrifying dark technologies.

The closer we get to the temple, the more distinct the soul-piercing scream becomes.

Every creature imprisoned in this blasphemous temple was tortured, whether they were Protoss, humans or other unknown creatures. The terrifying screams seeped out from every crack in the walls like bright red blood, which was chilling.

The entire temple is protected by some kind of powerful plasma shield, which is powered by void crystals and energy obelisk arrays with almost endless energy. Once the energy is exhausted, it will be replenished immediately, making it indestructible.

Even the most powerful firepower of the Imperial fleet was temporarily helpless, and the dense anti-aircraft firepower around the temple made any orbital airborne landing a life-and-death adventure.

Stukov did not directly order the bombing. Firstly, he took into account the safety of the hostages, and secondly, the orbital bombardment before the landing of the Imperial Army had proved that they had no way to deal with the turtle shell.

"Follow me! Quickly!" Valerian gathered his guards and followed a company of Marines that were running quickly from behind.

"The brothers in the temple are still waiting for our support."

Since a frontal attack doesn't work, the best way is to break through from the inside, so Valerian sent his most elite ghost agent team to infiltrate.

If all goes well, they will be a surprise attack from heaven.

Although it was anticipated, something went wrong.

The ghost army led by Stone did successfully sneak into the temple as planned. Ghost Team A rushed straight to the main control cabin and beheaded all the leaders of the Amon believers, while Team B broke into the cell and successfully rescued the hostages.

But during the evacuation of the temple, hundreds of hybrid cabins were opened at the same time. Like a group of hungry snakes awakened, these creations of dark technology began to rampage and kill as soon as they were born.

The most terrifying of these monsters are three Moebius hybrids that are still in the experimental stage. They are amazingly powerful and unstoppable. The rescue of the hostages immediately turned into a desperate escape. The hybrids hunted the survivors in the maze-like winding temple. The horror scene was enough to make the Empire's most popular horror holographic movie look like a children's play.

What would his father Arcturus think of this?

If all the hostages are killed in advance, Aamon will not be able to use moral kidnapping against the upright Imperial Army. If you are not heartless enough, leave the dirty work to your father.

No, no matter what the outcome, people will know that the Terran Empire at least tried to save its people. Augustus Mengsk is loved because he is always the rescuer, while Arcturus Mengsk uses fear as a tool of rule.

Some of the empire's leaders act ruthlessly like Arcturus, while others stick to their bottom line like Jim Raynor. It's hard to say who is right or wrong. To maintain a huge interstellar empire, it takes neither type of person.

"In the name of Amon, die!"

The last half mile of the journey was surprisingly free of enemy force, but as Valerian's troops climbed the huge steps and arrived at the temple gate, groups of Amon's followers rushed towards them under a hail of bullets.

These men were poorly equipped, wearing only armor pieced together with screws, buckles and welding rods, with even exposed conduits and cables visible, or simply wearing a few cloaks, but the threat they posed was no less than that of a well-equipped imperial soldier.

Everyone has sunken eye sockets, and veins around the eye sockets are emitting purple fluorescence. Amon's dark power has given them powerful psychic powers, and along with it comes hysterical madness.

Valerian thought: Nothing touched by the hybrid is salvageable.

Many of Amon's followers were turned into a pile of torn flesh by the intensive firepower along the way, and those who shouted the loudest were paid special attention and torn to pieces like rags.

They were not even warriors before they became servants of Amon.

But when a few of these cultists moved through the shadows like dark templars, unleashing storms of psychic energy among the Imperial soldiers, casualties were immediate.

This did not frighten Valerian in the least, and he joined the fray himself, with his guards, and fired with a steady and sure hand, until he had routed all the cultists and driven them back into the temple, like frightened rats fleeing into the shadows.

Some cultists who were unable to move due to injuries were left to die, and after losing several excellent medical sergeants, the Imperial Army would no longer show any mercy to these people and put an end to them cleanly and efficiently.

"Your Highness, these barbarians cannot hurt you."

The Valerian Guards are all selected by Lieutenant General Stukov from his elite guards to protect Valerian, and the emblem of the Earth can be seen on their armor. Long before the UED expeditionary force invaded the Koprulu sector, these proud and loyal Earth Federation soldiers followed their general, and they still do so today.

They may have a hundred men, or even more, all good fighters who had experienced life and death countless times, but they still regarded Valerian as a prince who came here to gain experience.

Even though they suffered a defeat in this bitter cold land and could never return home, these Earthlings were still as arrogant as the Protoss, believing that no one was worthy of their loyalty except Augustus Mengsk, who defeated the expedition.

After the emperor expanded the army several times to prepare for battle, the imperial army's sources of soldiers became a mixed bag, including both law-abiding citizens and brainwashed serious criminals. Some people got their sentences reduced by joining special mission units, while others hoped to get the opportunity to settle down in Augustgrad by joining the army.

But no one is as arrogant as these earthlings. The dignitaries of the empire are nothing in their eyes.

"Perhaps we should set up a defensive position at the entrance of the temple and wait for follow-up troops." Another guard member said: "There are hybrids everywhere in here."

"Don't stop." Valerian would never let these soldiers influence his judgment. He didn't have to prove to these people that he was the real Mengsk.

"keep going!"

As the heir of Prince Arcturus and the beloved nephew of the Emperor, Valerian did not have to carry a gun and rush to the battlefield himself. As long as he wanted, he could easily gain command of an imperial fleet, sip fine wine in a glass while commanding a huge imperial army on the bridge of a palace-like flagship, and march into the battlefield to the sound of loud music from an antique phonograph.

His power armor must be well made, with the finest materials, his helmet and breastplate inlaid with gold, silver, lapis lazuli, and jasper weighing as much as his crown, his waist gleaming sword, his banner gilded, but there would never be a time when all of this would be useful.

If it was just to live that kind of life, Valerian would never have gone to the front.

When Valerian was still a child, his uncle's reputation had already begun to spread in the human world of the Koprulu Sector. It is no exaggeration to say that he grew up listening to his uncle's stories, and no one was more eager for such a life than him.

When Arcturus wanted to train Valerian as his heir, only Augustus supported him in making his choice.

The gate of this temple was at least three hundred feet high, wide enough for four siege tanks to pass through side by side. Inside were dark and deep passages. The light of the void crystals looked like rows of dancing green flames. The roars of the hybrids and the screams of men and women seemed to come from the eighteen levels of hell.

The temple's shield could protect against artillery fire, but it could not prevent the enemy from passing through.

As soon as Valerian stepped in, he saw many holographic screens lit up, which recorded the DNA fragments of countless creatures and various heinous and horrific experiments.

In a storage tank the size of a boulder, numerous severed Protoss nerve bundles were immersed in golden nutrient solution, like bundles of hair soaked in oil.

Valerian secretly wondered what Amon wanted these nerve bundles for, there must be something fishy going on.

Collecting these nerve bundles is not an easy task. Even if they are forced to cut off the nerve bundles, the Kalai Protoss will not discard them at will. Under the Protoss Warp Network, it is not easy to get the Protoss corpse.

Unless Amon's minions slaughtered an entire Durram world and harvested their nerve bundles, or just cloned organs.

But Amon had no use for these neural bundles unless he reconnected them to the Firstborn Son of God and controlled them again through Kara.

His uncle Augustus would say, you see, this bastard Eamon is full of bad intentions and will never say anything good.

Then Stukov would shout, "Beat the son of a bitch." (End of this chapter)