From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 672 "It is the Emperor's Blessing that is rewriting reality."

August 4, 0050 in the Imperial Calendar.

Viewed from near-Earth orbit, Ma Sara resembles an emerald set in black velvet.

The reddish-brown deserts that once covered the planet's surface have been replaced by azure oceans and lush forests, and winding rivers, like silver ribbons, weave the entire continent into a vibrant tapestry of life.

Most astonishing was the energy shield that enveloped the entire planet—

The pale blue force field released by the orbiting space station refracted an aurora-like halo under the starlight, making Mara Sara seem as if she were in a fairyland encased in a crystal ball.

"Atmospheric composition optimization has been completed, surface vegetation coverage has increased to 78%, and the water purification system is operating well."

Inside the control room of the orbital space station, an engineer rapidly slid his tentacle-like prosthetic body across a holographic panel, saying, "Praise be to the Emperor, the modification is 3.6 standard months ahead of schedule."

As the observation lens zoomed in, the details of the planet's surface gradually became clear.

Mar-sala, once ravaged by war, is now showing amazing vitality, especially the new city located near the portal, which is used to resettle refugees.

The entire city is laid out in concentric circles. The outermost circle consists of ecological farms stretching for hundreds of kilometers, the middle ring is a neat residential area, and the core area is a magnificent architectural complex in the style of a human empire.

The most striking feature upon passing through the energy shield is the artificial climate control system above the new city.

Numerous hexagonal climate regulators are suspended at an altitude of 10,000 meters, and the nanoscale water mist they release forms a colorful halo under the starlight.

These water mists can not only precisely control rainfall, but also absorb dust particles in the air, allowing the entire city to be forever bathed in clear sunlight.

The main roads of the new city are paved with composite materials, and sensors buried under the road surface can monitor traffic flow and various data in real time.

Along the roadside green belts, genetically optimized leaf trees sway in the wind, their leaves releasing a calming fragrance.

There is a public rest station every 500 meters. The white pavilion is equipped with a holographic projector and an automatic beverage machine. The solar panels embedded on the top have an artistic spiral pattern.

"All residential areas adopt modular eco-friendly architecture." The mechanical female voice of the tour guide system gently explains, "Each residence is equipped with a vertical garden system and a water circulation device, with an average living area of ​​75 standard square meters per person."

At this moment, on a typical residential building.

The building's exterior is covered with smart glass that changes color with temperature, and miniature farms on the balconies grow tomatoes and strawberries.

A group of refugee children from Haven are chasing and playing in the rooftop garden, their laughter carried far away by the breeze.

In the small square downstairs, elderly people sit on smart benches and chat. These benches can automatically adjust the temperature and massage intensity according to the user's physical condition.

The imperial administrative center stood tall in the city center—

A silver-white building complex that blends various styles with futuristic streamlined shapes.

In Peace Square in front of the main gate, a hundred-meter-tall imperial statue holds a giant sword and looks down at the masses, while the base is surrounded by a large number of reliefs depicting children holding hands.

The plaza is paved with a special material that can absorb the sound of footsteps. Every evening, miniature light strips embedded in the floor light up, outlining star maps that tell the story of human history.

“Basic medical education is completely free.” The guide system continued, “The new city currently has thirty-seven holographic teaching centers, equipped with state-of-the-art neural link learning pods.”

The scene shifts to a classroom where a class is in progress, with children wearing lightweight learning helmets and immersing themselves in historical scenes through neural interaction.

Meanwhile, another teacher is guiding his students through different periods of Earth's history, with a holographic projection showing the Spartans, led by Leonidas I, resisting the Persian army at Thermopylae.

In industrial zones, automated factories stand like silent behemoths.

Through the transparent glass facade, you can see robotic arms on the assembly line assembling the latest model of civilian aircraft.

Local workers, who have undergone rigorous training and adhere to regulations, patrol and monitor the factory while wearing protective suits to ensure that all equipment is functioning properly.

All pollution processes are completed in a closed space thousands of meters underground. The treated waste gas and wastewater are transformed into harmless crystalline particles, which are then used to make building materials.

As night falls, the city takes on a different kind of charm.

The building's silhouette is outlined by soft blue light strips, and public art installations project ever-changing constellation patterns.

On the lake in Central Park, thousands of drones are putting on a light show, their combined image of an emperor's head slowly transforming into a giant dragon with outstretched wings.

Residents from various planets gathered on the lakeside lawn. Children chased after intelligent balloons that emitted firefly-like glows, couples whispered under the trees, and several local scholars discussed optimization plans for the energy shield with engineers from the engineering department.

Inside the observation room of the orbital space station, the chief engineer in charge of the Ma Sara refurbishment project turned off the monitoring screen.

He turned to look at the emerald-like planet outside the porthole, a slight smile playing on his lips beneath his protective mask: "This is what truly deserves to be called the jewel of the human empire's frontier."

Behind him, a holographic projected projector timeline displayed the last line of text—

[Ecosystem completion rate: 98%].

suddenly!

Swish—swish—!
Five ships, clearly belonging to the Protoss race, tore through the physical universe and reached near-Earth orbit on the sunlit side of Mar-Sala.

Meanwhile, the orbital defense array gleamed with a cold blue light, and thousands of turrets locked onto the suddenly appearing Protoss fleet like alert hunting dogs.

Five elegantly designed but battered Protoss ships hovered in near-Earth orbit. Their golden hulls were covered with scorch marks from plasma burning, and some armor plates even exposed their glowing internal structures.

Unlike the streamlined hulls of the Protoss Carles, these ships have sharper outlines and their bows are decorated with ancient runic totems.

"Unknown Protoss signal detected."

The intelligent AI in the orbital control center reported in a calm female voice, "The ship model matching rate is less than 30%, and it is not a registered unit of the Kares Alliance."

The destroyer patrolling in the Mar-sala synchronous orbit was the first to approach, and the two-kilometer-long warship deployed its full weapon array, with the protective covers of the missile launch bays lifting up layer by layer like scales.

The three escort ships that followed spread out in a triangular formation, and their close-in weapon systems began to warm up at a rate of tens of thousands of rounds per minute.

"This is the Mar-Sala Orbital Defense Command." The communications officer's voice came through the full-band broadcast. "Unauthorized Protoss ships, please identify yourselves and state your purpose immediately, or it will be considered a hostile act."

As the words fell, holographic images from the Protoss fleet's flagship appeared in the control room and on each bridge—

He was an elderly governor whose nerve cords were grayish-white, and his silver-blue armor was covered with battle marks, with a tear running through his left shoulder plate.

“Humans.” His voice carried a rare weariness for the Protoss. “We come from Sahunel, which has been destroyed by the Taldarim. Forty thousand survivors need shelter.”

The holographic imagery switched to a shocking battle record:

The dark red Taldarim fleet flooded a verdant planet like a tidal wave, Protoss cities on the surface collapsed in plasma flames, and most disturbingly, distorted eight-pointed star markings were clearly visible on the armor of some Taldarim warriors.

Inside the track control room, a technician's hands flew across the console as he reported:

"Scan confirmed, they are indeed carrying civilians, and vital signs indicate a large number of wounded. Wait!" Suddenly, the technician raised his voice, "Anomaly detected in subspace contamination levels!"

Upon hearing this, the commander of the orbital defense frowned.

He pulled up the enhanced scan images, and inside the cargo hold of the Protoss transport ship, hundreds of life support bays were flashing a dangerous red light.

Inside each capsule, there seemed to be a Protoss child huddled up, their nerve cords wrapped with strange black and red energy threads.

Seeing this, the commander immediately hovered his hand above the red button and said in a deep voice:

“Prepare the purification protocol! This could be a trap set by Chaos. We must not allow any filth to invade Mara Sara.”

"Wait a minute."

Suddenly, the image of Dorn on the holographic screen became as cold and aloof as steel. This Primarch of the Fist of the Empire was clad in a finely crafted suit of armor, with golden fist-shaped emblems on his shoulder armor gleaming under the lights of the control room.

"Suspend the purification protocol." His voice was like steel being tempered in a furnace. "I will handle this personally."

The air inside the orbit control center seemed to freeze.

The technicians' fingers hovered over the interface. Although they had no idea when a Primarch had arrived in Mar-Sara, they all chose to follow his instructions and stared at the Protoss Archon with the gray nerve cords projected on the screen.

Upon hearing the term "subspace contamination," the elderly governor's pupils suddenly contracted to two thin lines, and his body beneath his silver-blue armor visibly swayed.

"This is impossible." A pulse of utter shock shot through the governor's nerves. "We underwent seven complete purifications before setting sail."

Dorn raised his hand and pulled up a set of scan data; golden holographic lines outlined the terrifying scene inside the cargo hold of the transport ship—

Inside those devices that appear to be protective chambers, black and red energy is proliferating at a visible rate, forming a network similar to blood vessels.

"Corruption often seeps in from the most vulnerable." The Primarch's voice was deep and thunderous. "You are not carrying wounded soldiers, but the seeds of chaos."

“We swear by the name of our ancestors that we knew nothing about this.” The consul’s voice trembled. “If you are willing to lend a helping hand, the last embers of Sahunel will forever remember this kindness.”

In response to the other party's plea, Dorn's armor emitted a heavy mechanical hum, and then he said:
"Maintain the existing orbit and prohibit any form of space jump. I will personally lead the team and board the ship for inspection."

When communication was cut off, Mar-Sala's energy shield rippled like water, and the giant ship, which was more than ten kilometers long, slowly passed through the force field.

The bow of the Emperor-class battleship resembled a forged golden sword, with its dense array of gun turrets on both sides fully operational. But what was most terrifying was the massive docking bay that extended from the midships—

Golden teleportation energy was surging there, and the outlines of dozens of Terminator armors could be vaguely seen.

Seeing this, the Protoss fleet began to adjust its formation, with the five ships huddling together like wounded birds.

The flagship "Sahuneir's Glory" slowly rotated, pointing its less damaged starboard side toward the approaching Imperial-class battleship.

Through the observation window, one can see that the Protoss are sealing off the various compartments with psionic barriers, and many warriors are on high alert, guarding against any leakage of "filth".

"Teleportation in place."

Dorn's voice rang out in the fleet channel.

The Primarch stood in the center of the teleportation chamber, surrounded by dozens of battle-hardened Imperial Fist of Honor, the Templars.

Their Terminator armor was specially modified, with psionic jammers added to the shoulder armor, and the bullet belts of the parallel-firing bolters were filled with bullets blessed by the elves.

With a blinding flash of white light, Dorn and his guards appeared in the lower hall of the Protoss transport ship.

The scene here is breathtaking.

The Protoss ships, which should have been pristine and flawless, were now covered with black and red veins on their walls, resembling the internal organs of some giant creature.

Tiny crystalline particles float in the air, each containing a distorted nightmare scene.

Suddenly, a hatch thirty meters away from them burst open, and three inhuman monsters rushed out of the black mist.

They have the outline of Protoss, but their heads are completely replaced by tentacles, and from the gaping maws on their chests, tongues dripping with corrosive liquid extend.

Buzz—~Sizzle—!

Dorn moved with lightning speed, his signature chainsaw sword flashing with blinding light, cleaving the leading monster in two with a single blow.

The accompanying Templar Knights immediately deployed their attached flamethrowers, and the holy flames instantly engulfed the corridor.

In the flames, the monsters emitted shrieks unlike those of living beings, and eventually turned to ashes.

The governor, with his graying nerve cords, finally staggered over, his armor covered in fresh battle marks.

“We…we had no idea they had infiltrated this place.” The old Protoss’s voice was filled with self-reproach. “These children, they were used as vessels.”

Dorn sheathed his weapon, and the servo system of his custom armor emitted a heavy hum.
"Take me to the cargo hold, immediately."

When they arrived at the cargo area, they found that the life support bay was filled with blackish-red slime, and the figures of Protoss children writhing in pain were faintly visible. Their nerve cords had been assimilated with the slime, forming a bizarre symbiotic relationship.

"We have no choice but to destroy it, Father."

The captain of the guard made the suggestion in a deep voice.

“No.” Dorn suddenly raised his hand to stop him. “The Emperor taught me another way.”

As he spoke, the Primarch took out a bunch of pure flowers that radiated golden light and resembled crystal peonies from the storage box at his waist. Moreover, this pure flower was a crystal containing a high concentration of pure psionic energy.

When Dorn placed the Pure Flower on the deck, the entire cargo hold was suddenly filled with dazzling golden light.

Countless tiny Chinese characters emerged from the light, crawling across each of the contaminated maintenance cells like living creatures.

The most shocking thing was the trapped young children—

Under the golden light, their twisted nerve cords began to gradually fade from their dark red color, restoring their original pale blue luster.

"How...how is this possible?" The Protoss Archon knelt on the ground, his nerves trembling uncontrollably. "Even our highest purification ritual..."

"It's not purification."

Dorn's gaze fell on the Pure Flower, which seemed to have exhausted its energy and turned to ashes, and he said, "It is the Emperor's blessing that is rewriting reality."

He then turned to the Templars and ordered, "Transfer all the contaminated individuals to the battleship's stasis chambers. The professionals will handle the rest."

"Yes, father."

(End of this chapter)