StarCraft: Tyranid Empire.

Augustus watched as Arcturus' face turned from red to green, then slowly to purple, and then to black. His unpredictable brother rarely showed his emotions on his face. But now, Arcturus's expression was as rich as that of a funny comedian.

So Augustus kindly pointed out: "Actors, you look very bad."

He asked knowingly, "What's going on?"

"No, I'm fine." Arcturus reached for his empty glass and realized that he had almost finished the whole bottle. The Mengsk family loved fine wine, but they would never get too drunk.

But soon, Arcturus Mengsk put away his temper and became expressionless again. However, his gray eyes were still clouded.

Let's put it this way, Arcturus rarely gets angry, and the last time can be traced back to the old Federation's use of nuclear weapons to bomb Korhal. Later, as the most cruel revenge, he tied the instigators of all this - many leaders of the Creation Family and the Federation military generals who carried out the bombing, to nuclear bombs and sent them into the acid swamp of Char.

Going further back, Tychus Findlay was the one who came closest to truly angering Arcturus, and more than once.

Once, Tychus was accused of betraying state secrets and openly having an affair with a female Yumoyan agent.

However, after the Security Bureau agents took Tychus away for interrogation, which was usually a good beating and repeated mind reading, he had to admit that he relied on his status as a veteran to exchange money for money by revealing (making up) the unknown little secrets of Emperor Augustus and his love affair with Roman. In addition, he lied that the Empire had several unknown extinction-level military projects, which scared the intelligence personnel of the National Defense Army so much that they couldn't sleep well for several months.

In fact, this damned fellow was much smarter than he wanted others to think. Mr. Finley had already seen through his identity and was playing a trick of getting something for nothing, defrauding people of money and sex, and others had to thank him.

From then on, dozens of Umoyan's shadow guards wanted him dead day and night.

For a time, Arcturus was responsible for allocating the Empire's huge military expenditures, as well as paying for the Empire's numerous confidential projects and covert operations. In this regard, he was a stingy accountant and cashier, and any possible overspending or fraudulent accounting would make him furious.

One day, Tychus came to the Prince's mansion in Arcturus, dismissed everyone, and claimed that "there is something important to do", implying that it was a top-secret mission assigned to him by the emperor.

In the military system of the Terran Empire, Tychus Finley is a unique existence. He is the leader of the second Heavenly Demon Squadron. Apart from that, he does not belong to any army and only obeys the orders of the emperor of the empire. He has a very high degree of freedom. In the confidential archives of the empire, Tychus's identity is marked as an outlaw, a villain and a gangster. There is no other family.

Arcturus approved a sum of money for him. The amount was not much, but it was enough for a nine-man elite team.

However, the big thing that Tychus claimed was just taking his friends to a bar in New Sydney. It was said that Mr. Ty, the superman, ordered twelve prostitutes and drank a gallon of beer in one night.

This bunch of genetically enhanced tough guys and gun masters played around for several days and were still very fast. When they had almost spent all their money, they drove their boat to the Zerg territory and caught a small brain worm to pay off their debt.

The military and scientific research value of a brain worm is definitely worth the money paid by Arcturus, because although the Empire has the Cerberus swarm, it is still unable to produce its own brain worms, and this highly intelligent individual is extremely cunning and difficult to capture.

Under Imperial law, privately selling brainworms is illegal. As for Tychus, he took advantage of a loophole and sold a brainworm to Arcturus at a bargain price.

This really pissed off Arcturus, but when it comes to tormenting people, it was the dog emperor who was the most troublesome. When Augustus heard about this, he really planned to castrate Tychus and make him the first eunuch in the palace of Korhal, and to appoint him as the chief eunuch. This scared Tychus so much that he pissed himself and was quiet for a long time.

"That's good." Augustus saw that Arcturus had recovered, so he said, "Otherwise, I will ask someone to call my personal physician."

Arcturus waved his hand, indicating that the emperor did not need to summon the imperial physician. Then, he turned off the holographic projector and stood up to leave.

If we continue to watch, this rebellious son will get himself angry to death sooner or later.

"Tell me?" Augustus was about to get up and leave, and a group of attendants were rushing to help him change into the clothes he would wear for the ceremony.

The emperor's daily schedule was full, and right now, he was about to attend an important public ceremony, where the imperial military was about to show the public their latest war weapons. This would be the best recruitment propaganda.

"What?" Arcturus knew what Augustus wanted to ask, but he didn't want to answer.

"Tell me what you think," Augustus said as he put on his formal gown. "It's about Little Vall, not these letters."

"Very well, I need to have a good talk with him." Arcturus frowned, his forehead full of wrinkles.

He stressed: "I have a disobedient son, and he is still a big boy."

"I'm not surprised at all. Young, immature and naive, he was so well protected by his grandparents and mother." Arcturus' expression was tough when he spoke, but too many hand movements meant that he was not as calm as he appeared.

"Valerian lives in his own world, blind and ignorant, and sooner or later he will get hurt." Old Meng said more and more smoothly: "And the woman from the Pasteur family only knows how to cry, but in this age of swords and fire, she teaches her son to read poetry and sing."

On the other side, the emperor's attendants and etiquette advisers did not dare to say anything more, but just listened with their ears pricked up.

For them, the scene of Arcturus and his son's passionate exchange is nothing new. This is the truest side of this prominent family.

Husband and wife are in harmony, father is kind and son is filial.

"I thought you would praise him before saying this." Augustus smiled like a fox: "At least for going against his own father."

"You should give him credit."

"What are you praising him for?" Arcturus was a little upset. "Of course, I have no objection. He can invest in history, science, and even damn alien mysticism, and let a hundred or a thousand archaeologists work for him. This is what a Mengsk would do, instead of doing it himself and getting his hands and boots covered in mud. Time is life, and every Mengsk's life should be used for a greater cause, just like me."

Augustus hit the nail on the head when he said, “Become a boring person.”

Arcturus was silent for a moment: "No, that's not the case."

Lao Meng's words were very vague, and I didn't know what he was denying. It sounded like he wanted to say that I was not a boring person, but that didn't matter.

"So you want him to be you." Augustus had already put on his formal attire and medals, and waved his hand to let his followers prepare the special plane for the trip: "Become another Arcturus Mengsk. Just like Angus hoped back then, he insisted that you become his successor."

“We are all Angus’s successors today, but we will never be another Angus.”

"I am much better than he is," Arcturus said.

"I have to admit that I was wrong. You are not boring at all." Augustus smiled. "So, you are admitting that you now identify more with Angus than with yourself who dared to rebel against your father at that time."

"I didn't say that." Arcturus denied. "Come on." Augustus spread his hands. "Actors, you open your legs to everyone and pretend to be a pure girl."

"He can do whatever he wants, I don't care! But Valerian can't do archaeology." If Arcturus was the tyrant who controlled the Mengsk family, then his words would be an ultimatum to Valerian, but in front of Augustus it seemed like he was playing rogue.

"I have no objection." Augustus and Arcturus had completely different educational principles, and he never wanted to argue about who was right or wrong. In his opinion, there was not even a question about what Valerian should do in the future.

"Until Xiao Wa has accomplished something truly worthy of being called a great achievement, he will not engage in archaeology."

When Valerian told Arcturus that he wanted to fight on the front line, the latter was afraid that he would die one day and his death would be meaningless. But if Valerian said that he would do archaeology, then Arcturus would compromise and would rather his son go to the front.

Both brothers were silent for a while, and finally Augustus said to Arcturus: "It's been a long time since you last spoke to him."

"God knows, I don't care," Arcturus said.

"Don't deny it, old man. You care too much. One day, you and I will die. Then you will not care how they live." When Augustus walked out of the operations room, the Royal Guard Marines guarding outside the door immediately saluted him. The clicking sound of the armored servo system was uniform and precise like a clock.

The sun shone through the high glass skylights, shrouding every imperial flag on the wall in a golden glow.

"You sound like your last words." Arcturus did not deny Augustus' words: "You are only thirty years old. The current technology is enough to support you to live to two hundred years old. By then, we will have developed more powerful life extension technology."

"Don't curse me. You will definitely die before me, and your eyes will be blue when you die, which is very scary." Augustus complained about his brother.

"Did the Dark Templar Zeratul tell you this?" Arcturus didn't get the gag. He certainly didn't know how he died in the original storyline. "Those Protoss always claim that they know the future, but that's just lies."

"Tsk." Augustus would rather let Arcturus guess for himself than tell him the truth.

He changed the subject and said, "But while I am alive, I should take away all threats to the empire, including Amon. I want to say that nothing is immortal, and gods will die, as evidenced by the dead Xel'naga in Ulnari."

Augustus pulled Arcturus up and took the elevator to the huge helipad on the upper floor of the palace. A huge royal transport ship, the Arbitrator, was already ready. Each Arbitrator was equipped with a stealth module and a rechargeable shield, and was very expensive.

When Augustus boarded the spaceship, the airspace above the palace had already been cleared, and the layers of shields guarding the palace were constantly opened, like an onion being peeled open.

The Imperial Square was already overcrowded, with hundreds of thousands of people surging like a black torrent, and the Augustgrad City Government police and the military marines had to work together to maintain order. These people were only a small part of the people who came to attend the ceremony, and more people came from other places and could only squeeze around the square. The large number of people even completely blocked the traffic.

It was an incredibly spectacular sight. Augustgrad, the most important heart of the Terran Empire, was still beating strongly and was even more prosperous than before the war.

Looking down from the sky, the boulevards prepared for large-scale military parades looked like snakes crawling with ants. All the white monuments, columns and statues were hung with brightly colored flags, and hundreds of huge imperial flags were placed everywhere in the square, making a rustling sound like drums in the wind.

When a fleet of hundreds of Viking fighters flew over the Imperial Square, cannons fired salutes and countless fireworks soared into the sky, which could be clearly seen even in the daytime.

In this war, the great city of Korhal, Augustgrad, swallowed up countless crystals and gases from all over the empire, and spit out armor, cannons, and warships.
It can be said that without Korhal there would be no Empire, and without Augustgrad there would be no Korhal.

However, even for the high-spirited Khar people, the long war was depressing, so they needed such celebrations to vent their stress.

Only at such times would Augustgrad, which had never stopped running, stop to take a breath and rest. People finally had time to cheer, eat and drink, and then have a good sleep, regardless of whether they were really happy about a victory.

Today, everyone came to see the Empire's newest war machine - Xanthos.

"The ultimate trump card, the land boat."

On the transport ship, Arcturus was introducing this war weapon to Augustus. In fact, he was the person in charge of the weapon's development project.

"Xantos is the greatest single war weapon of mankind after Odin. It is an extremely large super machine. It can carry a variety of weapon modules and is equipped with heavy assault guns, including multiple ground and air laser guns, a flamethrower, armor-piercing railguns, and a Vulcan blaster that is powerful enough to penetrate the armor of a Gorgon-class battlecruiser."

"Xantos also has an air port for deploying air superiority fighters, equipped with fighter hangars and missile nests. It can also accommodate an entire iron-hard Imperial Marine Corps and large mechas that can provide them with a full set of firepower support. It is more of a mobile weapon platform than a mecha."

"Finally, it also has a high-energy laser weapon that can be called a killer weapon. The death ray it emits can burn hundreds of Zerg to ashes in an instant. Swan's people call it the Musashi Beam."

"Most importantly, compared to Odin, Xanthos can fly."

"If all this was done by Swan, then I wouldn't have any doubts." Augustus nodded.

Mrs. Mainhof had such confidence in his and his team's design that if he said one round would send Eamon's ass flying, then there would be no need for a second round. When it came to dealing with machinery, Rory Swan could make no mistakes.

"Very good, this is a monster, and only a monster can control a monster."

Suddenly, all the holographic projection screens in the Imperial Plaza began to turn to Xantos, who was parked in the center of the square, and people began to cheer.

".The prototype armored steel plates equipped by Xantos can deflect any direct attack." At that time, UNN host Donny Vermillion was warming up for the arrival of the celebration, but he acted more like he was working for a talk show: "Kate didn't believe it. An outsider is talking nonsense."

"Don't listen to her."

The people cheered loudly.

"Next, please welcome Tychus Finley, the pilot of Xantos, a hero of the Empire and one of the legendary Heavenly Demons."

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Tychus Findlay appeared on the scene, wearing a military uniform which was rare for him. His chest was covered with medals, but he still looked like a gangster.

When he looked at Xantos, Tychus smiled like a child with a new toy, but also like a greedy catfish.

Odin?

I'm so unfamiliar!
"This thing is truly the greatest creation in human history, bar none. Driving it around to deliver justice really brings tears to my eyes."

"I can't wait to drive it to fight Amon. Long live the empire!" (End of this chapter)