Chapter 765: Terrifying Terrans

It should be said that Malan did not expect to scare the Terran Empire with just this sentence.

Compared with the Tal'darim Protoss, humans are primitive, weak, lack courage, and are useless, but their ruler is the toughest and most determined ruler in the Koprulu Sector, and naturally, his army is the same.

Even the self-important Alarak had to admit that Augustus Mengsk was indeed a great conqueror of the Terran humans, almost comparable to the high-level lords.

Since the second son of the Mengsk family ascended the throne, the fleets of various empires were either fighting or preparing to fight. No matter whether it was the Earthlings, the rebels or the aliens, they were never afraid of anyone. Even Amon had to be slapped twice when he came. His generals followed suit, each of them was aggressive, and none of them was a coward.

At least in the eyes of the Tal'darim, Augustus Mengsk was probably like this.

"Have they responded?" Malan felt that this time was enough for the Imperial commander's clerical staff to reach a consensus in the midst of the noise. Even in the eyes of the Tal'darim, what he had just said could be regarded as impolite.

If there is any common feature between the Tal'darim Protoss and other Protoss Far Branches that have been separated at least thousands of years ago, it is the same arrogance. It's just that the Tal'darim have always been bossy to those below them and servile to those above them.

Malan expected that the Imperial commander would angrily ask why he attacked this Imperial territory. At that time, he only needed to point out to the other party contemptuously that if it was really the Tal'darim who did it, this place would have been a scorched earth long ago. The void rifts throughout Basher can also be seen from high altitude orbit. He must be blind to not see that it was Amon's work.

But ah, I know that humans are so stupid, so I am not surprised. I am magnanimous and upright. If you admit that it was the flood that washed away the Dragon King Temple and you withdraw your troops, I can follow the peace treaty and send a group of elite soldiers to help the Terran Empire deal with Amon.

"Not yet." A lower-level ascender pointed to the psychic link communication device on his arm guard and swore.

"Not yet!" Maran repeated loudly, as if he had heard a definite lie.

The Protoss can easily crack the human communication code and send them information in a much more sophisticated way. The other party can't even block the communication, so there is no reason why they can't receive it. There is only one possibility, that the other party didn't want to respond at all.

At this moment, Maran's eyes, which were shrouded in blood, suddenly flashed with a fierce light, making all the low-level Tal'darim slaves present shrink, even those ascenders who served as staff and capable generals did not dare to touch his eyebrows.

But if the people of the Terran Empire don't respond, it will be embarrassing. Did he just say a cruel word and then turn around and lick his face and come up to say that you misunderstood?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

"My master, you are too impatient." The Ascended Natsu was tall and thin, like a skeleton wrapped in a crimson robe. Natsu was a powerful Ascended. He was as ruthless to his dead slaves as he was to Maran.

"You should wait a little longer." If the skeleton could speak, it would be like this: "If these humans are determined to die, you can fulfill their wish."

"Really?" Maran stared coldly at the Ascended who was flattering to the utmost.

Although the human side has not responded yet, it has not stopped its actions at all.

The fleet detector showed that the number of Tyran Empire warships that jumped to the orbit of Baysher was still increasing. In this short period of time, it had gathered a powerful force of up to twenty Imperial Navy squadrons, and thousands of affiliated ships.

The gap between the two sides was so huge, and Maran's few weak warships would not be opponents at all. The aircraft carriers he left in the outer space orbit only retreated at first, but now they would not rush over to seek death anyway.

All in all, it was definitely not something that the few men he had could easily handle.

This also showed that these Terran Empire people were not here to deal with the Tal'darim, because with their military strength in Baishel, there was no need to mobilize so many troops.

After destroying Amon's evil god incarnation in Aiur, Korhal finally recovered and began to send fleets to support remote colonies. During the Doomsday War, these worlds were either abandoned or struggling in Amon's wrath.

"Of course it's true." Naz was not completely ignorant of this, but he turned a blind eye and flattered him.

"Then wait a little longer?" Malan really wanted to twist off this idiot's head.

Malan had reason to suspect that this person wanted to set himself up to go to war with humans directly, and he would never be as stupid as he appeared, just pretending to be deaf and dumb. In the Chain of Ascension, some people rise step by step by absolute power, while others reach high positions by playing tricks.

If Marlan not only failed to bring back enough terrazine to satisfy the high-ranking lords, but also lost a large number of people in Baisher, his power and prestige would be greatly damaged. By then, those fence-sitters who were already on both sides of the fence might not necessarily support him as an ally in the Rakeshir ceremony.

And if he was even more unlucky and died here directly, then this coward would be able to ascend to the top of the Holy Chain without initiating Rakeshir.

“But I’m afraid you must make a decision immediately, the fourth ascender, Maran.” Anacol, another capable general of Maran, was a low-level cultist not long ago. He was able to have this position because of his master’s appreciation, so he naturally knew who he should be loyal to.

Anacol further pointed out on a rising holographic tactical map: “The landing troops of the Terran Empire are coming in full force. They are approaching from all directions, and all detectors along the way have been shot down. At the same time, humans are constantly sending heavy armored infantry and infantry combat mechas. These weapons have powerful firepower and are enough to fight against the vanguard mechas.”

“I don’t know what they are up to, but they are definitely not here to reminisce with you. This brave army raised the flag of General Alexei Stukov of the Terran Empire.”

Maran cursed a few Tal’darim swear words and immediately ordered to prepare for war, because he really knew this man’s name and style.

Over the years, even the Tal'darim had heard of Lieutenant General Stukov's reputation and knew that he was an extraordinary tactician, but that was not important. What was important was that he was ruthless and left no room for maneuver. Even Malan had heard of it.

At the command, the Tal'darim base was boiling, and groups of Tal'darim hunters appeared from the teleportation platform. They strode forward with slender mechanical feet, their bodies covered with blade-like spikes and horns, and when they moved, they were like a flowing blood light, just like a slender spider forged by machines.

Hundreds of Tal'darim fanatics have ignited blood blades, ready to go through fire and water for the fourth ascender. Among the Tal'darim, the lower-level Protoss are often more eager to prove themselves, and their enthusiasm for the chain of ascension makes them willing to die generously.

This is a powerful force that is enough to crush any enemy who dares to block the way.

However, Malan still does not want to start a war. He came to Basher to plunder the resources of the terrazine, not to fight a meaningless and unclear fight with the Terran Empire.

Tal'darim will not get up early without profit, and Malan is not a foolish man.

At this moment, the scene here is still peaceful, the air is filled with the smell of fresh grass and the copper rust of the Terrazine gas spring, and groups of Tal'darim probes are coming and going between the Protoss Hub and the Terrazine Altar, tirelessly carrying purple gas compressed to the size of a cube.

The ancient ruins of the Protoss are scattered all over Basher, and the creations of the glorious era are everywhere. The towering towers of various colors are inserted into the deep purple Terrazine fog. There are all kinds of strange life in the fog, as well as Amon's brutal and tyrannical void minions, and there are many crazy native creatures and even humans.

At this time, the sound of human army firing can be vaguely heard, and bright flames flicker in the eerie fog.

If Malan had a mouth like humans, he would definitely feel dry mouth at this time.

Humans are certainly not scary, but death is scary.

The spectacular fusion trails of the Imperial battlecruisers have already appeared in the sky, like orange-red swords looming in the mist.

The warships of the Terran Empire are getting bigger and bigger, with stronger armor and firepower. Many years ago, they were just scraps of copper and iron, a group of buzzing flies in the eyes of the Protoss, but the technology of these scrap irons has advanced rapidly. The largest ones are already real behemoths that can easily rain down death.

Even if Malan has the power of a demigod and can crush a warship with psychic power alone, he can't reach these steel giants in orbit.

Humans are an extremely tenacious race. They used to be struggling to survive between the Protoss and the Zerg. They were once on the verge of extinction. Even if they finally won, it was often a miserable victory.

And it won't be long before Korhal can always pull up a new fleet, and it will be much stronger than before.

In the end, a miserable victory is better than a complete loss.

At this moment, a rumbling roar came from the horizon, playing the music of steel and fire. The flames of the Yamato cannons occupied half of the sky in an instant, accompanied by a terrible hurricane, huge pillars of light rose from the ground like fountains, and even the thick fog was blown away in an instant.

The huge Gorgon-class battlecruiser descended below the atmosphere, projecting countless scorching, dazzling laser beams, sweeping across wantonly, like the cold white light cast on the blinds when the sun rises in the morning. But this cold light can ignite forests and oceans in an instant, creating large areas of scorched earth, like a spear of light cast.

The flames that shot up into the sky burned for miles, and not many things could survive such a devastating blow.

The Tal'darim looked up at the sky in surprise, and began to be glad that the human attack target was not themselves.

The movement of the Tyranid Empire fleet when it was bombing everywhere was really much more lively, beating gongs and drums, and swaggering through the city.

Maran was happy to sit on the bridge and watch the enemy's planet turn into ashes, but the reverse was another matter.

"They destroyed the entire ruins of Akhanla." Anacol reminded Maran: "The next one is likely to be here."

"Master, we are not the opponent of these humans for the time being." A dead apostle, intimidated by Maran's authority, could not help but tremblingly suggested: "Why not take a step back and make peace."

"Send another message to the human flagship, saying that Maran, the fourth ascended of the Tal'darim, requested to speak to the supreme commander of the Terran Empire here. This is related to the eternal peace between humans and the Protoss." Maran followed suit.

If Malan still had a Tal'darin mothership in his hands, he would naturally have a chance to escape unscathed, but the stingy high-ranking lord would not allow it to be left alone at such a critical juncture.

He just regretted that he didn't bring enough manpower. If he could command the death fleet, would he be so angry?

Malan began to suspect that Alarak had known that the Terran Empire was planning to regain Baishir at this time, and was just taking this opportunity to get rid of him.

But for Alarak to be so targeted, is he really worthy?

"I have already complied with your order." Naz said: "But I believe that Alexei Stokov will still ignore it. In fact, he can blame Taldarin for firing first, or Put the blame on Aemon, the god of darkness.”

"Fourth Ascendant, many outposts have been destroyed by the Tyranid Empire army." A low-level Ascendant sent a clear image returned by the detector to Malan.

An outpost built with crystal towers, photon turrets and warp gates had just been overrun by the Tyranid Empire's army. The dozen or so Tal'darin Protoss stationed here had either been beaten to powder by siege tanks or had been massacred. Sieved.

Just like those people coming out of the imperial recruitment posters, the imperial soldiers in lavender power armor shuttled quickly through the jungle, and the heavy Zeus tanks that crushed the trees looked like roaring beasts.

The Odin mecha made of a single piece of cast titanium steel fires like a roaring steel giant. Only destructive creations like the God of Punishment Walker can compare with it.

"Don't fight back!"

Malan couldn't help but recall the passionate exchange between Emperor Augustus and the high-ranking lord. The former ridiculed Tal'darin as just a wild monster race refreshed on the map. When Alarak figured out what this meant, It's a good thing I didn't break the defense.

Malan once thought he knew enough about humans, but he now knows that was terribly wrong.

He realized that in the eyes of humans, even if he was not the initiator of all the tragedies in Beisher, he was definitely a group of shameless people who took advantage of the situation.

Tal'darin has a long history of grudges with the Tyranid Empire. The so-called peace treaty is only a temporary ceasefire. The two sides can only temporarily reach military cooperation when they face Amon together.

Once the threat from the void ceases to exist, everyone knows that sooner or later the war between them will restart.

I don’t know when the bugs in the Tal’darin Protoss’ eyes had grown to the point where they could eat people.

I bet you don’t dare to make the first move, but do you think I dare to kill you?

"Add one more thing, saying that we have nothing to do with anything that happens here, and we have never harmed a human being. We should put aside all disputes and deal with Eamon together." Malan looked around and made up his mind to let Throw all the men in front of you who saw your embarrassing scene to die.

"Not only that, I will also send an army, and the command will be entirely given to you."

Malan hoped that Stukov would just show off his force and win over others without fighting, because even if the opponent really wanted to kill him, Alarak would never stand up for him, and he might even write a letter to Austria. Gustus, thanked him for eliminating the weak in Tal'darin for him.

Unlike the Nerazim protoss, there are no strong family ties in Tal'darim society, nor is there much brotherhood among the eldest sons of the All-Aiur.

It's up to the High Lord whether the Tal'darim will seek vengeance against humanity for the destruction of a single border outpost, or set aside the entire destruction of the Neon Crusade.

You have to earn your face by yourself. If you can't defeat you, you will be useless. This is Tal'darin's iron law.

But what kind of face does Malan have? Alarak can go to the Tyranid Empire and Durham for help in killing Marash, so why should he be a coward?

Sure enough, after Malan took such a low profile, the communication with Stukov's flagship was finally connected.

"Dear Fourth Ascendant, I'm really sorry. There was a small problem with our communication system just now."

Alexei Stukov finally appeared, wearing a uniform with a black velvet collar and a five-star badge with a skull and two rows of oak leaves on his big-brimmed hat.

"What's going on!" He lit a cigar, looked at a blond young man next to him, and asked.

The handsome young man was wearing the uniform of a Marine staff officer, but around his waist was a Mamluk sword and an electromagnetic pistol. The red golden wolf badge on his chest further indicated his distinguished royal status.

Considering his age, this person can only be Valerian Mengsk, the son of Prince Arcturus. He is the most popular person in the next generation of the imperial royal family. Everyone has to call him Prince Valerian wherever he goes. .

"Our communicator must have been flooded with water just now. This is a common thing, general." Valerian said seriously: "They work sometimes and sometimes don't work. They are not as useful as the protoss ones."

"So that's it." Malan knew that the other party was mocking her, but he didn't care because he had a good temper.

His greatest advantage is his ability to bend and stretch.

If they had known that Malan was so full of drama before, and was arrogant at first and then respectful later, Stukov and Valerian would have been happy. (End of chapter)