Chapter 731 Koprulu Grand Stage, Come if You Have the Courage

The Pride of Otalis, the ark of salvation that has been confirmed to have fallen into Amon's hands, brought a large fleet of the Protoss Empire. Once it appeared, it launched an attack in an almost crazy manner.

Although it has disappeared for many years, the Supreme Council and its staunch followers who have completed the reorganization have chosen to return again at this time. Their strength should not be underestimated.

After the civil war in the Protoss Empire, the division was inevitable. After all, Tassadar could not bear to kill his compatriots, and finally parted ways with the Supreme Council that was almost disintegrated.

These are two forces representing tradition and change.

The Supreme Council took away 1/5 to 1/4 of the former Aiur population. For the increasingly declining Protoss population, this is a very large number.

In the current Supreme Council fleet, the number of arbitrators is particularly large. This slow-moving support warship is the exclusive vehicle of the arbitrator class, which is imbued with the powerful psychic power of the Apostle Khala. The arbitrator is equipped with powerful space-time weapons, which is enough to turn the tide of the war.

After losing the support of the Templar class headed by Tassadar, more and more arbitrators joined the battlefield.

The elite guards and powerful psychic warriors loyal to the Council maintained the remaining afterglow of the Protoss Empire. Since the number of Templars under their command was much less than before, the Supreme Council had to use more unmanned machines to enter the battlefield.

Ironically, under the rule of the Supreme Council, the Khalai class has invisibly made up for the power vacuum caused by the absence of the Templar class, and their status has actually been greatly improved.

On the contrary, Tassadar's efforts to abolish the class system have encountered many obstacles among the Daram Protoss, who are mainly composed of Templars and Khalai.

The strength of the Supreme Council fleet was indeed somewhat beyond the expectations of the Imperial Emperor. He immediately mobilized the fleets of Mira Han and Alexi Stukov to meet them. At the same time, the Purifier Fleet deployed around Aiur to deal with the attacks of the Zerg and the Golden Fleet also sent fleets to support.

Led by the flagship Pride of Otalis, a large number of people gathered under the command of the Supreme Council and fought out of the emerging space-time rifts. From the perspective of the Imperial Fleet, this fleet was coming from the direction of the sun, almost bathed in golden flames.

The Pride of Otalis is a sister ship of the same level as the Spear of Adun. Its design and completion can be regarded as a masterpiece of the Kalai engineering industry in that glorious era, making the most powerful Imperial warships pale in comparison, just like the Protoss Empire in the Universal Era, huge and invincible.

That was an era of extremely prosperous technology and thought. The Protoss Empire only built three arks not because they could only build three, which is by no means an exaggeration.

Mira's plunderer fleet was the first to contact the Supreme Council fleet. This fleet was known for its almost swift and wild attack methods, and most of its soldiers came from the Port of the Dead.

There was no communication between the two sides before the war. Once the enemy ships entered the range, they immediately opened fire. In an instant, the area was filled with countless death rays, gorgeous and terrifying.

"Begin the cockpit settings and adjustments before the battle."

On the flight deck of the Gorgon-class battlecruiser Annihilator, Captain Wes Carter was doing the final adjustments in his car, waiting for the order to take off.

This is a Deimos Viking fighter. As the name suggests, Deimos is the god of fear, the embodiment of fear. The Deimos Viking is stronger than the ordinary Viking and is one of its derivative models.

Since its service, Wes has driven this fighter to bring endless fear to the enemies of the empire.

Looking left and right through the cockpit, the Viking fighters on the acceleration ramp are flashing a blade-like black luster under the light of the signal lights, and the Lanzer flying thunders mounted on them are fiercely reminding people that this is a real war machine.

At this time, Wes couldn't help but think that many of the pilots of those Viking fighters were still new faces. He had seen them before, and some of them even had a child's face.

As the war dragged on for years, personnel transfers became more and more frequent, and there was always a shortage of excellent and experienced fighter pilots.

First it was the Zerg, then the Protoss, and now the Void creatures. Today, some people still believe that the earth is the center of the universe and humans are the masters of the universe. How arrogant and ignorant.

With the roar of the engine and the whistling of tearing the air, several Viking fighters took off one after another until Weiss's fighter soared into the sky.

As soon as he drove out of the Annihilation Messenger, Weiss saw a magnificent scene. The side of the mothership stretched out like a broken cliff, until it went farther and farther. The Annihilation Messenger is a brand new Gorgon battlecruiser, bigger, stronger, and better.

Only at this time could Weiss intuitively feel the hugeness of the Imperial Fleet. Any place that could be touched by the eyes outside the radar scan map had Imperial warships, connected together like a pearl necklace scattered in the wind.

Thousands of fighters were driving out of the mothership one after another, and their upright posture made people think of the indomitable war eagle.

In addition to Vikings, there are also a large number of Griffins, Valkyries, Ice Dragons and Wraith fighters. Although most of the equipment of the old era has been eliminated, some models that are widely praised in the army are still retained to this day, and are equipped with new weapons, armor, shields and electronic equipment to meet more severe battlefield needs.

"Direction confirmed."

Wes drove the fighter quickly away from his own fleet, and several friendly fighters followed closely behind.

Just in front of them, a larger fleet was approaching quickly. Those golden and blue warships and light fighters were as gorgeous and exquisite as ever.

Protoss.

Although those guys who think they are superior are extremely difficult to deal with, always with an unbearable sense of superiority, they are always much kinder and more friendly than the Zerg.

The key to making friends with the Protoss is whether you can gain their respect and attention, which is much more difficult than killing a thousand dragons.

When the Empire and the Daram Protoss just established military exchange relations, Weiss had dealt with those Protoss fighter pilots. At that time, he had just graduated from the training course at the Tarsonis Air Force Base and felt like a superman who could do everything.

At that time, the Zerg had been repelled, and the long-awaited peace finally came. It was a good time.

Weiss considered the possibility of fighting with the Protoss, but never thought it would be so soon. After all, their relationship with Daram seemed unbreakable. Unexpectedly, the two sides still went to war.

A huge shadow entered Weiss's field of vision at this time, and the Annihilation Messenger seemed insignificant compared to it.

Whether it was beautiful and elegant, or armed and firepower, no human warship could compare with it so far. Or, it could only be the product of an extremely powerful interstellar empire reaching its peak and its ambitions expanding to the top.

"Target found." Weiss scanned the number on the head-up display and realized that this thing was really amazing: "She occupies the entire radar scan map. It is undoubtedly the Pride of Otalis."

From the slender bow to the graceful and wide rear deck, the giant ship was shrouded in a beautiful aura, like the stars on the celestial sphere moving along its fixed trajectory.

Now the Pride of Otalis has fallen into darkness, as if the beautiful ship made of gold and blue crystals was covered with traces of deep blue crystals of void corruption, but this did not conceal her beauty and elegance at all.

As if it was a city with dim lights, the countless crystals dotted on the Pride of Otalis flickered little by little, and it was extremely spectacular against the dark background of the universe.

If he wasn't in a war, Weiss might really think it was beautiful.

Weiss knew that he was no bigger than any point of light on the Pride of Otalis.

The Pride of Otalis was so beautiful and powerful that it was difficult to even raise the will to resist in front of her. Compared with it, even the Gorgon looked small and broken.

On the human side, perhaps only the Xel'Naga world ship could compete with it.

"Phoenix fighter fleet found, ten o'clock direction, directly above the relative position."

"Under attack!"

"I can't stand it!"

A large group of Protoss fighters were heading towards the Pride of Otalis. These proud phoenixes had smooth body curves, and the huge and burning tail flames really looked like blue wings.

The Daram Protoss only began to equip Phoenix fighters in large quantities after the Battle of the Brood. I don't know where the Supreme Council got them from.

The maneuverability of the Phoenix fighter is far superior to most of the human models. It is no exaggeration to say that if they are targeted in the atmosphere or in outer space, it will be a dead end.

"Radar lock. Use violent missiles to attack the target."

Both the enemy and us are moving very fast. Weiss had just put a Phoenix fighter that was heading straight for him into the aiming circle. His wingman, another Viking fighter on the left, approached the fighter very tacitly and launched a pincer maneuver.

But the opponent's speed was too fast, and it disappeared from sight in an instant under the sudden acceleration of the secondary thruster.

Most of the time, the Phoenix is ​​far beyond the visual range and will not let you catch it easily. You can only use missiles to deal with these extremely fast guys.

Two missiles weighing hundreds of pounds were launched from the cabin, and the intersecting missile trajectories quickly disappeared beyond the visual range. The locked Phoenix fighter immediately rolled over to make an evasive maneuver, leaving the missile far behind.

A series of explosions flashed in the distance. Due to the long distance, Weiss could not tell whether it was a missile or a fighter.

"The target is lost." One of the two wingmen behind Weiss, a Viking fighter, was reporting, but suddenly shouted: "They are on it! Evade! Evade!"

Three Phoenix fighters suddenly appeared behind Weiss, chasing him relentlessly, with an outrageous speed. With extraordinary dexterity and extraordinary maneuverability, these Phoenixes can turn around with incredible flexibility and quickly approach their enemies, launching attacks like flash points.

The author of the Viking fighter manual is strict as if he requires his pilots to be supermen, but more often, the Protoss is the real superman. Faster reaction, more sensitive thinking, and those who dominate the sky have always been top fighters.

A Viking was hit, and two blue ion energy beams passed through its open wings and immediately shattered it. The pilot of the fighter may have fainted, or may have died in an instant, without a sound.

For a moment, a young and vigorous face flashed before Weiss's eyes.

For Viking pilots, death is nothing more than a common occurrence.

Wes and the remaining Viking fighter immediately split up and sped away, and the three Phoenix fighters that were chasing them had to split up and chase them.

When Wes noticed that there was only one Phoenix fighter chasing him, he vowed to make the other party regret his contempt.

The Phoenix fighter was still in hot pursuit, but the powerful thrust of the Deimos Viking fighter's thrusters prevented it from being so helpless. The speed of the two fighters was still rising. If they were in the atmosphere, this would be enough to disintegrate them instantly.

Only after fighting with these Phoenix fighters can you know how difficult they are to deal with. Weiss knows this very well. Weiss has been a Viking pilot for several years, but these Protoss fighter pilots may have had one or two hundred years of flying experience before flying Phoenix fighters.

But it will be easier to deal with them now, because the anger in Kara will affect the judgment of these pilots.

Fortunately, they are already half crazy.

In a very short time, Weiss kept climbing or diving.

The universe is not a plane. To be precise, there is no concept of ground and sky here, which requires higher requirements for fighter pilots. But at the same time, a real ace pilot can also imagine his own position at will and deal with the enemy at any angle and in any way.

The enemy plane is always following closely behind, and as long as there is a mistake, it may be doomed, but Weiss is the winner.

He kept turning and making high-speed maneuvers, guessing that the enemy was actually going crazy. At a certain moment, the Phoenix fighter jet rushed out from under his fighter jet and immediately opened up a distance of thousands of yards.

Wes adjusted the nose and angle of the plane, imagined that he was diving down, locked the Phoenix fighter jet, selected six missiles, and fired them all.

This time, the attack finally worked. Wes heard a silent scream, and he didn't know whether he was calling for Kas or Atun, or praying for the gods to forgive his sins.

He flew over the two balls of fire created by the enemy plane, secretly calculating that this was the third Phoenix he shot down. Among all the enemies, the most difficult one to deal with should be the Devourer, and that monster is still fresh in Wes's memory today.

Unknowingly, he was very close to the Pride of Otalis.

At the same time, Wes was surprised to find that another huge monster also appeared, which was the Ark Ship Atun's Spear.

A magnificent spectacle suddenly appeared in front of Weiss, two incomparable Protoss arks were bombarding each other. There were countless flashing lights in the two equally matched directions, which were countless human and Protoss warships.

After many days of tinkering, I always felt that I was not writing well, and I felt that I could not write novels anymore.