StarCraft: Tyranid Empire.

"Narud is dead now?" Kerrigan blinked.

"Isn't he a Xel'Naga?"

In Kerrigan's sight, there should have been a moving continent formed by thousands of void celestial bodies, and its area was at least twenty times that of Augustgrad.

But now, like a piece of smashed biscuit, only countless pieces of gravel remained in that area, which were even finer than the meteorites in the Revenge Mark asteroid belt, and were scattered everywhere like dust blown by the wind.

Such power is enough to shatter a star. If there were any living things on it, they would have been turned into dust by this over-saturated firepower. This is equivalent to burning the entire ocean to kill a fish.

If Narud had something that could be called a health bar, he would now owe at least hundreds of thousands of damage.

What's even more ironic is that if this is true, Narud died to a certain extent from the weapons he made himself. After all, he had made indelible contributions to the technological development of the empire.

No one could be more selfless and unasked-for than Narud.

He didn't want any gold, silver or jewelry that Augustus rewarded him with, he just wanted red flowers.

"Matt, give him another round." Augustus had not seen the imprisoned Orus escape yet, so he thought Narud was not dead yet.

"Your Majesty, the detectors show that there is nothing left there now. Our gunners need a target, otherwise they will just be firing randomly." Matt reminded his emperor calmly.

"This is a void. Your senses will deceive you, and instruments will make mistakes. Even your intuition is not trustworthy." Augustus was very suspicious that Narud was playing a trick on him. Of course, there was also a little personal grudge involved: "Matt, do it!"

Although in the original storyline, the one who dealt the fatal blow to Narud was the infected UED Lieutenant General Alexi Stukov, the process was simple enough to be summarized in one sentence: Stukov killed Narud and gave him a painful death.

However, when Matt Horner and others were about to order the fleet to continue firing, a beam of light lit up from where Narud had been, and jumped out of the darkness impatiently. This light seemed to have a bright and brilliant divine power, which dispelled the surrounding darkness in an instant, making those corrupted void creatures dare not approach.

But Matt had reason to believe that the other party might have appeared in a hurry because his emperor continued to fire.

"I am free, Mengsk, Kerrigan, you must find me." The light sighed.

Augustus finally showed a relaxed expression, and he felt as if he had stored up 10,000 nuclear bombs in the Novice Village and killed the final BOSS instantly.

Otherwise, Augustus didn't know how many more lives they would have to pay to capture this prison that was big enough to imprison the gods. They had lived a hard life before, but now they had the real thing in their hands, so there was no reason not to give the Sarnaga a little shock.

"I don't sense any ill will." Kerrigan looked at Augustus.

"Navigator, bring the boat closer," said Augustus.

The Hyperion was using its laser cannons to smash up the large meteorites that were crashing towards it, while it was speeding through the wreckage of the mobile continent, with a huge fleet following behind it.

The enemy was clearly enraged. There was no place in the void that was not occupied by the servants of the Dark God, and no place that was not shrouded in their madness and anger. From the entrance of the Void Gate to the cage where Orus was imprisoned, the traces of the battle were clearly visible and shocking, as if the joint fleet was paving the way with countless broken warships and enemy corpses as it advanced.

On many fronts, due to the high density and lack of room for detours, the battles even evolved into close combat between fighter planes and warships, with blood being shed on every strike.

Those void creatures created by Amon were naturally not afraid of casualties, while the corrupted believers of the evil god regarded death as a step to glory and advancement. Their fighting style was already extremely crazy and unreasonable, and now they were completely crazy.

Most of the battles the Terran Empire won against the Protoss and the Zerg were pyrrhic victories, which can be described as a euphemism for heavy casualties. Their enemies either had many good warships or had dozens or hundreds of times more of them.

Warfield and Horner commanded the largest fleets in the Empire and fought the largest battles, while Raynor was accustomed to using surprise attacks and unconventional tactics. The battles with the best casualty ratios all came from Prior without exception.

Even for Prior, a battle in which one Minotaur-class battlecruiser replaced two Protoss aircraft carriers was a miracle among miracles.

But in the void, to deal with every battleship, Amon can easily throw out a hundred battlecruisers and aircraft carriers made of shadow energy, and smash them into the enemy's face as consumable ammunition.

However, even after leaving behind countless warships, escort vessels and most of the men and weapons on board, Augustus' fleet was still very large.

At this moment, no one could ignore the shining light emitted by Aulus.

Following the guidance of this beam of light, the Hyperion has arrived at its source.

Although the light was bright, it was not dazzling, so that even at such a close distance, Augustus could still look directly at it.

Tassadar's flagship, the Star Shuttle, had already caught up and stopped on the other side of the Hyperion, so close that he could even see the dense crowds of people in front of its bridge.

One can imagine how upset the Darram Protoss, who proudly regard themselves as the eldest sons of God, must be now.

True God.

Live!

Especially the Ihanli Protoss, Augustus guessed that they were either crying or worshipping. Fortunately, the Protoss warships were highly automated and could continue to fight even without an operator.

Finally, under the eager gazes of countless people, the light gradually faded, took shape, and revealed a huge outline.

Just as depicted in the Xel'Naga Temple, he is huge, like a combination of a squid and an octopus, with many tentacles and many eyes. At the same time, he is bloated, like a fat giant who always hunches over.

In the eyes of the Protoss, the Xel'Naga should be powerful and perfect creatures, but humans do not have this filter, and most people will only find them weird and absurd at first glance.

"You mean I'm going to look like this?" Although she was mentally prepared, Kerrigan couldn't help but complain to Augustus: "My God, he looks, uh, he looks so casual."

Kerrigan doesn't want to use this image to comfort children.

"I don't think so." Augustus comforted her: "I think the image of the Xel'Naga is not fixed. Look, there are also people like Chang Narud."

"Thank you." Kerrigan sighed. "Everyone in the Empire knows that their emperor is the best at comforting people."

But Kerrigan also knew that Augustus rarely made mistakes when speaking. At other times, Augustus' words were sharp and to the point. The last time he panicked and didn't know what to say was before Louis was born.

It is obvious that Augustus is not sure about this now.

"Children, I don't have much time." Aulus's voice did not sound like a dying man, but it was obvious that he was very frugal with his words, as if every extra word would cost him his life.

"The cycle must not be interrupted. Pure essence and pure body must merge into one." Aulus turned his face to the Hyperion: "You, Kerrigan, can merge with my Xel'Naga essence. Now fulfill your mission, become a Xel'Naga, and continue this endless cycle."

"Only the Xel'Naga can destroy the Fallen."

At this moment, there must be an uproar in the Star Shuttle and other Protoss warships here. Everyone who has made a pilgrimage to the Temple of Unity takes it for granted that the Zerg and the Protoss are the combination that should be combined for advancement.

In other words, they knew that Kerrigan was the hope in the prophecy, but they never thought that she would become the new generation of Xel'Naga.

It was quite sudden. But Augustus didn't want to pretend to be surprised. Instead, he looked sad but calm.

According to the original plot, Kerrigan will inevitably become a Xel'Naga. Of course she can do it, and only she can do it.

But then, Kerrigan disappeared from the world, like Chang'e who went to heaven, a bubble in the sun.

There is no doubt that at this moment, Augustus thought of himself as the most miserable person in the world, as he turned his wife into a monster with his own hands for the so-called righteousness.

But for this day, they have sacrificed too many people.

"Don't you have a better choice?" Kerrigan asked Aulus.

Kerrigan received no answer, but the silence spoke volumes.

"If it's to destroy Amon and end this damn war, then I'm willing." Kerrigan looked at Augustus:

"My dear, I once thought I was the most unfortunate person in the world. My innate talent killed my mother and drove my father crazy, and the Federation just forced me to use it to kill people. They took away a girl, but what came back was a death god, a monster, and an avenger."

"But not now. How unfortunate I was in the past is how happy I am now," Kerrigan said.

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"You have a good heart, Augustus. You are so kind to everyone, even to people like me."

"My enemies don't appreciate it." Augustus smiled. "Of course, the dead can't express their opinions."

"Actually, I'm not that good. I just don't want to be hated by others."

"Without you, I would still be the ghost agent who only knows how to kill. This matter is that simple, it is not about revenge or atonement." Kerrigan said.

"You taught me how to love and how to be loved."

Kerrigan hugged Augustus, staring into his eyes, then stood on tiptoes, cupped his head and kissed him.

It was a light kiss, just a touch, but it seemed to last forever.

"Did I do the right thing?" Kerrigan asked Augustus.

"That is absolutely true," said Augustus.

"Remember what you said to me the first time?" Kerrigan said.

“Don’t make this sound like your last words.” Augustus said, “Well, I remember it was - let’s shake hands and make peace.”

"I owe you this in my previous life," he said.

"Hahaha," Kerrigan said. "I'm not doing this out of gratitude, or just for you. But Augustus, as I've told you countless times, I love you."

When Kerrigan finished all this, she walked towards the front deck of the bridge without looking back, until a golden light from the eyes of Xel'Naga Orus enveloped her.

Augustus and everyone on the bridge stared blankly at Kerrigan rising into the air in the surging golden light. At this moment, the observation window glass that was strong enough to withstand the bombardment of the ship's guns seemed to be non-existent to Kerrigan, as if she was between illusion and reality, slowly stepping onto the ladder of becoming a god.

Many people still haven't figured it out, they don't understand why the queen had to go along. They fought all the way from Urna to here, killing anyone who got in their way, and now there's a Cthulhu-like creature in the void claiming that it wants the queen to be one of them, and before they have time to think about it, they're fed a mouthful of dog food.

However, the event itself was so shocking that they had no time to think about it - becoming a Xel'Naga, a god in the eyes of the Protoss.

stunned.

The Protoss reacted in a similar way.

There was only a brain worm raised by the emperor of the empire himself, shouting "I rely on you, I rely on you."

"Amon's shadow consumes all. Kerrigan, may the little that remains of my essence grant you the power you need to harness it against the Dark Lord's minions."

As Aulus spoke, more and more golden light was stripped from his body, until his voice became fainter and fainter, until every time Kerrigan opened her eyes and every time she breathed became radiant.

That light is the rising sun.

"You are courting your own death - what will she become after becoming a Xel'Naga? Don't forget that I was also promoted in this way..." Only then did Amon's voice full of ridicule and resentment slowly appear, as if Narud's death was just a little episode not worth noting.

Of course, Narud did die too quickly.

"Your Majesty, more enemies are coming towards us," a bridge officer said to Augustus.

The angry void shadows were an extension of the will of the Dark God. From inside to outside, the shadows of the huge warships were everywhere. If the Zerg Swarm was compared to an endless tide, a torrent that could swallow the world, then what they were facing now was something a hundred times or a thousand times more terrifying than this.

At the same time, the human and Protoss warships that dragged their tired bodies to gather here were just a few shades of green under the scorching sun in midsummer. Even at this moment, they still executed the original order they received - to keep up with the Hyperion.

After all, whether Augustus asked them to defeat all enemies in the void or kill Amon, it seemed too unrealistic.

For the Terran Empire, this is a common thing. Their enemies are much stronger than them, but also no dumber than them.

This saying is always circulating in the Imperial Army.

Get beaten first, then turn the tables.

"Sarah, leave us alone." Augustus knew that Kerrigan could hear him, and he asked his allies in the channel: "I know it will take you time to transform this new power, and we will hold the line until the ritual is completed."

"Daram is with you, brother, this is to repay you, but also to save the universe and ourselves." Tassadar was the first to respond. He had expected what happened and was not surprised at all.

"Listen, if you can withstand Amon's attack, the Tal'darim will guard your flanks." The high-ranking lord said: "The premise is that this Xel'Naga is not lying."

"I am Executive Officer Clolarion. We respond to the recall, we uphold our oath, and we fight." A clear and resolute stream of data came from the Cybros.

"Once again, brother, we will turn the wheel of fate." Zeratul's voice also appeared.

"This is Hyperion, I am Emperor Augustus Mengsk, I am speaking to the entire Imperial Fleet." Augustus finally said: "The final moment has come, victory or the destruction of the world."

"My proud warriors, your emperor demands your loyalty." (End of this chapter)