StarCraft: Tyranid Empire.

"We are under heavy attack!"

"Attention please!"

"We were hit!"

The Hyperion staggered as if it had been hit by an invisible punch, and tilted to one side with its head heavy.

A Yamato cannon shot from the enemy hit the bull's eye, and its power was so amazing that even Augustus on the bridge felt a noticeable shock.

If Augustus's gravity boots had not gripped the ground firmly enough, he would have been thrown out like several sailors running on the deck, with blood on his head and wailing. The situation on the lower decks was even worse, and those with worse luck could not even get up again. Most of them were repairmen who were repairing the cracked hull.

Like an enraged giant, the Hyperion immediately turned and locked onto the enemy that was attacking it.

It was a void creation shaped like a Minotaur-class battlecruiser, which came from the Void Shadow's imitation of the creatures and technology of the material universe, like a shadow split from another battlecruiser.

However, anyone could tell the difference between them and real battlecruisers at a glance. These shadows were covered with an indelible shadow, and they exuded an ominous red light all over their bodies, like countless red threads and thread ends sewn together, and then dripped with black blood.

In areas where void energy is particularly dense, these fake creatures are far more powerful than their real-life counterparts.

Augustus saw that the other two Gorgons and the Hyperion opened fire almost at the same time, and huge flames spewed out dazzling red light, like an eruption of a sunspot.

Spots of light like volcanic eruptions then burst out from the body of the abomination, any one of which was larger than several Odin mechas combined.

It had forced its way here under the firepower of multiple Imperial warships. It was already on its last legs, and now it was completely destroyed. It was torn into pieces in an instant, leaving no trace.

However, before Augustus and the people on the ship could catch their breath, a creature as big as a truck slammed into the bottom of an observation window in front of the bridge at a speed of several hundred miles per hour, smashing itself into a pool of meat paste while sinking deeply into the regenerated steel armor that was dozens of feet thick.

The medics who came to carry the wounded were so frightened that they fell to the ground, but fortunately the attack did not cause any greater harm and was just a false alarm.

Since most of the Hyperion's sensors were in a half-blind state, the crew members were confused about what that thing was. They couldn't tell whether it was a Corruptor that had crashed into them in a suicide attack, or an enemy fighter that had managed to avoid the intensive firepower and rushed to the vicinity of the bridge.

As early as an hour ago, the Hyperion's shield failed, and the various gun groups on the ship could only resist the invasion from all directions on their own. The ubiquitous void corruption also began to directly erode the heavy armor.

Around the Hyperion, the Reign of Flame was burning fiercely, and the metal wreckage of its huge body looked like a black marble coffin shattered by a cannonball.

In a previous battle, a corrupted Imperial Minotaur battlecruiser rammed madly into the center of the Reign of Flame, but even so, the latter was only seriously injured and was still able to continue fighting.

But then, another warship that obeyed the Dark God continued the suicidal attack and simultaneously detonated all the weapons in its nuclear arsenal, while all the other warships could only watch.

This was a fatal blow.

The Reign of Flame, this gigantic Gorgon-class battlecruiser, lasted only a minute and a half before it was broken in two in a deafening explosion, the whine of steel deafening, and part of it was thrown out by the huge shock wave like a broken corn cob.

Half of the crew and soldiers died on the spot.

Trying to destroy a Gorgon surrounded by numerous enemy warships is almost the most feasible and ruthless approach.

The situation of other Imperial warships would be even worse than here. Only the larger Gorgon-class battlecruisers could rely on their solid armor and powerful firepower to launch a powerful counterattack.

The Protoss ships could undoubtedly hold out longer, but that was about it.

This is the void, and every passing minute and second will be more favorable to Amon's servants, and the balance of victory is steadily tilting towards the God of Darkness.

"Warfield, my men are heading for you." Raynor shouted, "Damn it, their attack is overwhelming, don't these bastards know how to rest?"

Brainworm Alpha appeared in the channel at an inopportune time and commented sharply: "Why should we rest? Tirelessness is a great advantage in war."

"Tireless. Well, anyway, it's okay to use the energy you normally use to sleep." Renault was stunned: "Oh, who would believe that?"

"Who let this guy in?"

This guy is definitely here to liven up the atmosphere. When the brothers are feeling down, he always jumps out and shouts, "I have an announcement: I am a clown."

"Okay, now I kick it away." When Prior spoke, the eighty Imperial Navy squadrons under his command had just devoured a dozen Leviathans and countless Zerg flying creatures from the Flying Wing Hive in one breath.

"Retreat, we need to shrink the front line." In the command channel, Matt was giving orders loudly to his fleet, and almost all other imperial marshals were doing the same thing at this time.

The bloody fact is that the number of their warships has dropped so much that the distance between the warships is too large, which is why more and more enemies are breaking through the defense line and coming to the Hyperion.

The enemy's losses were far greater than those of humans and Protoss, but the Dark God didn't care, he just wanted victory.

At this time, in one chaos after another, it was difficult to distinguish between the enemy and us.

Daaram, Tal'darim, Ihan'li, Purifiers, Empire, Umojan, Kel-Morion, the Overmind's Swarm, Primal Zerg, Cerberus Zerg. All kinds of Protoss, humans, Zerg and Void creatures fought together, and their creator was laughing darkly for this.

This ultimate battle in the void dwarfs every battle that has ever taken place in the real universe, just like the war between elephants and elephants versus ants, which is ten or a hundred times more tragic than the Second Battle of Aiur.

Most people in the Imperial Fleet were completely unaware of what was happening beyond their sight, and many died without ever seeing the true face of the Void.

Even a battlecruiser seems insignificant on this terrible war stage. Just like many soldiers who are participating in the battle for the first time, they find themselves suddenly thrown into the battlefield. Before they can tell the directions, they have to fight desperately with countless enemies who want to kill them.

It was as if these steel giants were fighting desperately in a quagmire that was deep enough to submerge them to their knees, with corpses piled up like mountains and the whole place devastated.

The crazy and chaotic background of the void seemed so desperate. Countless innocent souls died here and the resentment was soaring to the sky.

The void did not give the frightened people any chance to escape. Augustus mercilessly locked them in cages, made them fight lions and tigers, and ordered them to be brave and fearless.

The cruelest side of war was exposed nakedly. From the moment of entering the void, there was no turning back.

A train that will destroy the world is coming. Either stop it or destroy it.

When the wounded were taken away, the wailing in the bridge of the Hyperion finally subsided. However, many people here continued to talk and shout. Various information continued to come from other fleets, and there was basically no good news. Most of them were desperate reports. Some warships were surrounded and there was no hope of breaking out. The commanders and captains who were still alive reported their final deaths to the flagship.

Others were cries for help. Too many people who had lost their warships were calling for help. If they were lucky enough, they would be rescued by nearby battlecruisers, frigates and other vacant Protoss ships, but more people were not so lucky.

It is not known whether they were too lucky or too unlucky, but some people were rescued several times in a row because the ships that rescued them also sank one after another.

"Augustus, hold on." At this time, Kerrigan's voice came from outside the window and went straight to the heart.

"I'm almost there but it'll take a little longer."

The golden light in Kerrigan's eyes was getting brighter and brighter. The power of the Xel'Naga surged and shone in her body. The knowledge and experience inherited from countless reincarnations, the destruction and rebirth of countless universes, and the birth and extinction of countless suns all flashed before her eyes.

The look in her eyes was unfamiliar to Augustus.

This was the 30th hour since they entered the void, but it was extremely difficult for everyone. Most of the people in the Imperial Fleet had not closed their eyes. In Augustus's impression, the navigator of the Hyperion was a young man with full vitality, but now this poor guy had bloodshot eyes and looked like he had aged 30 years.

"Take your time, we can wait." Augustus' heart bleeds for both his warriors and Kerrigan.

Compared with the thousands of Imperial battlecruisers surrounding Kerrigan, she even seemed too small, as if she was surrounded by black mountains, with continuous artillery fire rising from these mountains at every moment.

The Protoss's huge fleet and other Imperial warships were scattered several astronomical units above the Hyperion and below its feet. The Purifier Protoss's Cybros and the three largest warships, the Xel'Naga Worldship, the Spear of Adun and the Pride of Ottaris naturally became the most conspicuous targets, and Amon had just lost those Doomsday Arks that were comparable to them in Bysher.

These Ark mothership-class warships possess many kinds of devastating weapons, but none of them are used to deal with small and medium-sized void creatures like locusts.

Surrounding these behemoths, countless Mutalisks, Corrupters, Devourers and other void creations ranging in size from cars to skyscrapers swarmed in to attack, almost at a dive speed, fighting with the Protoss' equally large number of interceptors and fighters. The broken mechanical wreckage and corpses were as numerous as gravel.

The scene was so grand and spectacular, but apart from the largest warships, one could only see countless spots of light and exploding flames surrounding them, so much so that even when viewed from the Hyperion, it felt unreal.

"We can't give the power of the Xel'Naga to such a guy. You know that..." At this moment, as if feeling that Kerrigan's power was growing stronger, Amon couldn't help but mock her.

Before this, Amon would never believe that a defective product like humans could give birth to a new Xel'Naga. He had already contaminated the Protoss and the Zerg, but obviously missed the humans.

"You think this is an upgrade? No - you will only become like me, forever separated from everything familiar." Amon said: "Give up everything you cherish and be imprisoned by the meaning of your existence."

"Aurus didn't tell you that."

These words did touch Kerrigan. At this moment, she was already shrouded in the light emanating from her own body, but it was still visible that her face twitched slightly.

"What he said is not true." Augustus couldn't tell how much truth and how much lies Aamon said.

The Dark God tells lies all the time, but his words sound sincere.

But there is only one thing that is certain, if they win this battle, then Kerrigan will be the last and only Xel'Naga in the universe, and then she will no longer be bound by any constraints.

At the same time, the God of Darkness took the opportunity to intensify his offensive, and his huge dark body emerged from the ocean of blood and fire for the first time.

Amon is almost identical to the image of the Xel'Naga in the temple, just like the image of the Dark Voice, with red eyes and a hideous body that seems to be bathed in blood.

The image of the God of Darkness is both real and illusory. Sometimes he looks unusually huge, as if the entire void is reflecting his shadow, but even when he is smallest, he is still incredibly large, as if he can swallow countless warships in one bite.

When Amon appeared, seven huge void crystals also arrived, like planets orbiting a star. These void crystals gave Amon unparalleled power, making him invincible like a true god.

Augustus's warships could hardly move in the void, but Amon passed through those clumsy humans and fleets like a fish swimming quickly under the ice. Every time of his thunderous rage would attract immense dark power, tearing through space and harvesting entire fleets like a sickle cutting wheat.

Amon's countless warships also moved quickly towards the location of the Hyperion while killing indiscriminately. Every huge piece of wreckage in their way became a victim of the large-scale exchange of fire between fleets.

Leviathans carrying tens of thousands of Zerg rushed out from the other side. Their huge fins and tentacles alone were enough to block out the sky and the sun.

Such a horrific scene even made some people on the bridge of the Hyperion stunned and tremble all over, simply because they could see farther and more than others on the battleship.

Aamon looked confident of victory just now, like an adult playing with a child.

But now the adult was so angry that he got really angry with the child and pulled out his belt.

"Kerrigan, you know nothing about the truth that you are blind to."

Amon sneered sinisterly: "All Mengsks are liars. They deceive themselves first and then deceive others. Augustus is the king of liars."

"Augustus Mengsk lies to everyone."

"He deceives everyone! He uses everyone!"

However, Amon may feel that he understands Augustus, but he certainly does not understand Kerrigan, nor does he understand the twisted emotions of human nature.

To Kerrigan, this was a low-level betrayal.

"I've had enough of your self-righteous provocations, Amon." Kerrigan shouted, and a powerful force of God and destruction burst out from Kerrigan's body, sweeping away large tracts of void creatures and Zerg.

Augustus had his secrets, and he did keep things from her, but she didn't care.

But if Amon said that Augustus had found the fourth and fifth children, then maybe Kerrigan would really break down her defenses immediately, wondering who in the empire was capable enough to escape her eyes.

"Listen, no one here cares how much injustice you have suffered after becoming a Xel'Naga. If you want to kill us, we will kill you, it's that simple."

"Emon, it's time to settle the accounts."

Now Kerrigan only wants to kill Amon. (End of this chapter)