From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 640 "Blessing" - The Prologue

As Sui Yang finished speaking, Nova, Stone, and the other Ghost agents felt as if a layer of fog had been dispelled from their minds.

Their pupils dilated slightly, and their eyes gradually became clear and firm.

Nova unconsciously raised her hand to press her temple, noticing an unprecedented sensation spreading deep within her consciousness.

"I am willing to serve the Empire and the Emperor!"

Then, all four of them knelt down on one knee at the same time, placing their right fists against their left chests in perfect unison.

Their voices echoed within the gilded hall, filled with unprecedented devotion.

Sui Yang nodded slightly, the relief on the gilded throne casting a majestic shadow behind him, his gaze sweeping over the four people's refreshed expressions.

Nova's previously tense jawline had relaxed, and her eyes shone with a determined light. Stone's straight back revealed a new sense of mission.

"Return to Universe 18 (StarCraft)," Sui Yang's voice was steady and powerful. "Infiltrate the Terran Empire."

He raised his left hand, palm up, and a soft golden light slowly condensed.

"Recruit more of your colleagues."

The golden light flowed as if it were alive, gradually expanding into a curtain of light.

Nova unconsciously held her breath, watching the scene of Korhal emerge in the golden light—the familiar city outline, the spire of the Terran Empire headquarters casting a long shadow in the setting sun.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Nova responded first, her voice clearer than usual.

Stone and the other two immediately echoed him, bowing again with their right hands to their chests.

At this moment, Sui Yang lightly waved his left hand, and the golden light in his palm instantly enveloped Nova, Stone, and the others like a curtain of light.

Nova felt every pore on her body open up, and every inch of her skin was "greedily" absorbing this sacred energy.

Her golden hair moved without wind, the ends shimmering with a faint golden light, dancing like flames behind her head.

"Uh-"

Stone suddenly knelt down on one knee and supported himself on the ground with his hands.

His muscles swelled at a visible rate, stretching his previously loose prison uniform taut, and his arms, which had been immobile due to injury, were now full of power.

As for Nova's pupils, they had turned completely into a dazzling gold.

She raised her right hand with trembling hands, and the psionic energy dancing at her fingertips was no longer the usual dark blue, but a golden stream of light just like Sui Yang's.

Even those advanced psionic techniques that she couldn't control precisely before, now flowed as naturally as breathing. She suddenly realized that she could now make an entire army faint instantly with a single thought.

"This is a miracle."

The youngest agent muttered to himself.

He tried to activate his psionic energy. The "invisibility" technique, which usually required wearing combat suits adapted to hostile environments, could now be completed instantly. His entire outline distorted and disappeared like ripples on water, and even his breathing was completely concealed.

Even more astonishing is that maintaining this state is effortless.

Another agent was staring at his palm, where golden patterns had appeared.

When he subconsciously tried to retrieve something from a distance, the gilded candlestick thirty meters away suddenly exploded into powder with a "bang".

The power was so great that he took a half-step back; in the past, moving a teacup from this distance would have been the limit.

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However, Sui Yang frowned, clearly not expecting the ghost agent to blow up his candlestick, but he didn't intend to take the "child" seriously.

Nova, on the other hand, suddenly pressed her temples, and a vast amount of psychic knowledge flooded into her consciousness.

She saw countless combat techniques that were both strange and familiar—

How to weave a defensive matrix with psionic energy, how to transform intention into a tangible shockwave, and so on.

Stone was adapting to his surging physical strength; he could leap more than ten meters high with a light jump, yet land as lightly as a feather.

He tried throwing a punch into the air and it produced a sonic boom-like sound.

This action, which once required powered armor, can now be accomplished with just the human body.

The four of them looked at each other simultaneously, and each saw the same shock in the other's eyes.

Nova's fingertips unconsciously traced golden paths in the air, the light trails lingering and eventually forming the dragon emblem of the human empire.

She was the first to kneel down, understanding that Sui Yang had given them new power; her voice trembled slightly with excitement.
"Thank you, Your Majesty. We will certainly live up to your expectations."

Stone and two other agents also knelt down on one knee, echoing Nova's words.

At the same time, Stone discovered that he could clearly sense the psionic fluctuations of his three companions, like torches responding to each other in the darkness.

This unprecedented sense of connection filled him with confidence for the mission he was about to undertake.

The floor of the gilded hall reflected the transformed figures of the four people. The flowing golden patterns on their skin gradually faded, but the surging power still coursed through their veins.

"Yes, go ahead." He raised his hand slightly, and the Imperial Guards immediately stepped forward to lead the four of them.

"Yes."

Nova took one last look at the figure sitting on the golden throne, the man who had given her even greater power.

Sui Yang's gaze followed the four people's backs until the door was completely closed.

His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the throne, producing a rhythmic sound. His contemplative figure was reflected in the gilded floor. The light in the hall gradually dimmed, leaving only the holographic star map floating behind the throne emitting a faint blue glow.

The decision to send four Ghosts, including Nova Terra and "blessed" by him, back to the StarCraft universe to infiltrate the Terran Empire on a mission is bound to cause a major upheaval.

These top agents, who were already feared by all sides, have become even more threatening than conventionally understood after receiving his psychic powers.

Every member of Nova Tara's special operations team has undergone a transformative change.

Their psionic energy fluctuations were like tangible liquid gold surging through their meridians, their muscle fiber density reached a level that mortals could hardly achieve, and their nerve reflex speed even broke through biological limits.

Such an entity infiltrating the core of the Terran Empire is tantamount to planting four time bombs next to Arcturus Mengsk's bed.

It is foreseeable that before long, the high command of the Terran Empire will be plunged into unprecedented chaos and panic. However, what concerns Sui Yang the most is not simply the increase in power.

The reason these agents were able to fully accept his "assimilation" was that they always maintained a precious glimmer of humanity deep within their hearts.

Nova Tara, in particular, is a blonde agent who always adheres to inviolable bottom lines when carrying out her missions.

Even though they have carried out many secret missions for the Terran Empire and the Terran Federation, the premise is to stabilize the overall situation of the Empire and the Federation. If the mission would harm too many innocent people, Nova and others would refuse to carry it out.

Meanwhile, in Sui Yang's memory, detailed scenes from the Nova Covert Operation DLC surfaced—

The struggle and reluctance that often flashed in Nova's icy blue eyes, her fierce fighting to protect the colony, and her resolute "rebellion" after finally realizing that Valerian Mengsk's regime was not much different from that of Arcturus Mengsk, all contributed to her determination to leave.

At the game's ending, the image of her leading her trusted troops away in the stealthy cruiser Griffin reveals the sense of justice inherent in this woman.

"nature."

Sui Yang lightly tapped the armrest of the throne with his fingertips, and the crisp tapping sound echoed in the gilded hall.

Nova's team became even more restrained after gaining the power, because they were well aware of the responsibility that came with it.

Unlike their counterparts who stop at nothing to achieve their goals, these agents always weigh the pros and cons before taking action, minimizing civilian casualties. This quality is precisely why Sui Yang chose them.

And soon after
Near the waiting area of ​​the space gate that transcends dimensions and the universe.

Before boarding the train back to the StarCraft universe, the four figures were conducting a final equipment check. Their brand-new nanosuits were adorned with dark gold patterns, the mark of the Emperor's "blessing".

Nova neatly tied up her blonde hair, and a determined light shone in her icy blue eyes.

This time, she will return to the Terran Empire that once bound her, with a completely different power and belief.

In her brief encounter with the human emperor, Nova Terra witnessed her true mission: to use her immense psionic power to protect humanity and ensure the safety of her fellow human beings, rather than to act as a killer for politicians and get involved in unnecessary conflicts.

The top brass of Tyron would never have imagined that their most elite Ghost agents had become the deadliest weapon to overthrow the regime.

The "18" universe, near-Earth orbit of Syr.

Two blinding blue lights suddenly appeared in the deep space, like lightning tearing through the night sky.

The Hyperion was the first to complete the warp jump; its thick armor gleamed with a cold, hard metallic sheen under the starlight.

Following closely behind was another colossal, menacing-looking ship that had completed its jump-flight voyage—

Its outline is exactly the same as the Imperial-class battleship of the human empire, but its four-kilometer hull is significantly smaller in scale.

The black, gray, and white paint scheme resembles the camouflage of a shark's belly, with the insignia of the Dark Raven Guard painted on both sides of the bow, along with the distinctive sharp teeth symbol of the Man-Eating Shark Company.

This ship is a new type of cruiser belonging to the Fourth Company of the Dark Raven Guard - the Man-Eating Shark Company.

Inside the bridge of the Hyperion, the blue light of the holographic projection illuminated the solemn faces of the crew.

Jim Reynolds adjusted his custom CMC power armor, the metal joints making a regular clicking sound. Tychus Finley had a half-smoked cigar in his mouth, the smoke forming a gray-blue cloud above his head, oblivious to the cigar ash falling onto the center console.

"Signal confirmed, the cruisers of the 4th Raven Guard Company have completed synchronized jump."

Matt Horner's voice came from the side.

At that moment, a majestic holographic image was suddenly projected onto the main screen, showing a giant wearing Titan power armor that almost filled the entire screen.

The opponent's helmet was decorated with sharp shark gill-like heat sinks on both sides, and the sharp teeth pattern etched on the breastplate was dripping with some kind of suspicious dark red liquid.

“Ranger Commander.” The other person’s voice was like sandpaper scraping, and white mist spewed out of the power armor’s breathing grille as he spoke. “I am Cas Lowry. According to the operational protocol, my company’s Third Assault Platoon will be responsible for providing you with support.”

Thank you for your assistance.

Jim Reynolds nodded slightly, but the Ranger commander always felt that the assault platoon leader named Cass Lowry seemed like he could "explode" at any moment.

"Jimmy, it's time to get down to business."

At this moment, Tychus turned to Renault, the cigar in his mouth swaying as he spoke: "The team sent by the Mobius Foundation to dig up the artifact went missing three days ago. Now it's our turn to take over this dirty work."

Upon hearing this, Renault's brows furrowed even more. His power armor gauntlet traced a path on the tactical map, and his voice, tinged with obvious doubt, asked:

"Old friend, what exactly is this Mobius Foundation?"

“Who knows?” Tychus spread his hands dramatically, the hydraulic system of his power armor hissing. “It’s always them contacting me unilaterally.”

As he spoke, the burly man freed his hand, took out his cigar, and flicked off the ash. "But he's never missed a payment for commissions. Heh, his background must be pretty strong."

Leon, who was not far away, turned his head slightly and exchanged a glance with Mike and Chris.

In fact, based on the information provided by the intelligence department, they could confirm that the Mobius Foundation had a close relationship with the Terran Empire, and that the foundation's top officials were more likely to be direct relatives of Arcturus Mengsk.

However, in order to cooperate with the Rangers, appease Jim Reynolds, and lure the Moebius Foundation to show itself, Leon, Mike, and Chris chose to remain silent without revealing anything.

"Tactical analysis complete."

McMatt Horner broke the silence, projecting a data stream onto the main screen: "A large-scale psionic reaction has been detected on the surface of Syr. The coordinates overlap with the excavation point provided by Mobius by 92%. The Mobius Foundation's task force was most likely attacked by the Protoss, which led to its complete annihilation."

Upon hearing these words, Cas Lowry in the holographic image suddenly leaned forward, his shark helmet almost leaping off the screen: "Discussion time is over."

The platoon leader's power armor servo system emitted a fierce hum. "It's time to show those bastards what real war is like."

Inside the hangar of the USS Hyperion, hospital ships, transport ships, and airdrop bays are waiting in the catapult launch bay.

The hull of the Man-Eating Shark Company's cruiser slowly opened, revealing a giant airdrop pod loaded with heavy armored vehicles. Inside its hangar, tens of thousands of auxiliary troops were lined up, and the charging indicator lights of the hard-light rifles formed a red galaxy in the dimly lit hangar.

Renault took a deep breath and pressed the ship's broadcast button: "Attention all Rangers, this is not a drill."

His voice came through the loudspeakers in each compartment: “Repeat, this is not a drill. The landing force will depart in three minutes.”

Tychus slammed his cigar out on the center console, the power armor belt rattling with his movement: "Finally, something exciting!"

As he spoke, Tychus nudged Leon, who was wearing nanotech armor, on the shoulder and teased, "How about it, handsome old man? I'll bet five hundred credits who finds the artifact first?"

"Then you're bound to lose."

Leon shook his head and smiled, then checked the energy readings of his personal hard light rifle.

Behind him, Chris had already hung the plasma grenade on his tactical belt, the metallic clanging sound as crisp as a wind chime.

As the countdown reached zero, the two ships began to operate like awakened behemoths.

The roar of the engines shook the ship, and the sealed doors of the landing craft slammed shut one after another. Against the orange-red backdrop of Syr's planet, the bloody battle for the artifact was about to begin.
(End of this chapter)