StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

Like other residential towns built on military fortresses, almost all business establishments in Howey serve military personnel.

Residents here use prefabricated panels cast from slag and wood cut from the boreal coniferous forest to build their houses, which are topped with dark gray shale tiles. Some traditional Turasis still use fireplaces in their homes, so you can see the crimson chimneys on their snow-covered roofs.

The residents of the town had obviously not planned the roads well when building their houses, so the streets between the rows of houses were crooked and winding, stretching into the darkness beyond the reach of street lights.

Since Turasis II's Kemorian actual control area is shrinking, their fleet can no longer take off at night to bomb cities controlled by the Tyranid Federation, so the ban on blackouts has been lifted. All the shops have lights on and windows open. Mid-range restaurants, travel hotels, weapon shops selling semi-automatic firearms, bars with sexy girls standing at the door.

Augustus and Warfield walked side by side on the streets of Howe Town, followed by the noisy Demons of Heaven.

Augustus wore a three-eared hat made of Kayadir's bear-toothed beast, and his cold gray eyes calmly looked at the people and things in this town. The cold wind was hunting him, and the thick fur was tightly wrapped. His ears and the nape of his neck - only the bravest alien monster hunters would venture deep into the icy planet to hunt the ferocious beasts, but his brother Arcturus appears to have quite a collection of them.

The Federation Council of Tarsonis just announced a new round of economic sanctions against Umoyan yesterday, expelling Umoyan diplomats in Tarsonis. The reason is that Umoyan exported cutting-edge technology to the Kemorians and funded Anti-government elements in the Federation provide weapons to terrorists and anti-government forces. Warfield chatted with Augustus as they walked.

The Umoyan diplomats were driven back again? Augustus slowed down.

The rebels supported by the elected assembly of Umoyan are actually the armed forces of his father Angus. The Tyranid Federation may not be able to investigate clearly who is behind the demonstrations and uprisings on various planets, but the ones they have captured It is obvious that high-tech weapons cannot be produced by fringe colonies.

Kemerian's own equipment is not enough, and it is impossible to support the rebels in the Tyranid Federation in large quantities. Only the Umoyans are keen on infiltration and espionage, hoping to use the contradictions within the Federation to weaken the power of this ambitious and increasingly tyrannical regime while avoiding direct war.

But the federal government will invite the Umoyan people back sooner or later, maybe next month. Augustus said: The senators don't want to go to war with two independent regimes at the same time, and the federation also needs the cutting-edge technology exported by Umoyan. .”

Umoyan also does not want to go to war with the Federation. They are not even ready for a full-scale war.

If the Umoyan people want to settle everything through diplomacy or bribery and maintain the independence of their regime, they are making a big mistake. Warfield is keenly aware of the greed of the Tyran Federation Council and the creation families behind it: After the war with the Kemerian Consortium is over, the next target of the Federation Council can only be Umoyan.

Yeah Augustus nodded silently. He knew that the Umoyans had succeeded in the end. After the Battle of Kailian, the Terran Federation was too busy dealing with the intensifying internal uprisings and even the independence of the entire planet, and had no time to worry about Umoyan, which was far away at the other end of the Koprulu sector.

At this time, without warning, Augustus turned his head and glanced behind him, and saw Lisa Cassidy behind him. When the other party saw Augustus looking at him, his light blue eyes blinked twice.

What are you looking at? Warfield also looked behind him, but saw nothing but a bunch of noisy Marines.

It's not the medic you left to me. Augustus said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: Lisa is an excellent medic, and her ability is beyond doubt. But she can't quit. Crab, unable to resist his craving for drugs.”

I have to keep an eye on her until I know how to solve this problem. Drugs will destroy a person's will, make him surrender to pleasure, fear the pain of losing it, and eventually become a slave without dignity. .”

The doctors in the fortress have tried to detoxify her more than once, but the results have failed. Warfield said: Everyone is very sorry. If you look at Lisa Cassidy's performance on the battlefield, you will feel that she She is a strong-willed, calm and decisive woman. But in fact, even she admits that she is weak-willed and cannot control herself.

You should put her back in the cell, Augustus said.

This is not something you and I have the final say on. Warfield spread his hands: Lisa's contribution is worthy of the Ministry of Military Affairs giving her another chance. If this continues, what is waiting for her is to go to jail, and a day in paradise Demons don’t deserve to be put in jail.”

But if Lisa takes drugs again. Augustus glanced at Warfield.

Then you can do whatever you want, Warfield said.

I will, said Augustus.

Augustus and Warfield walked west along the street and finally stopped in front of a restaurant called Papa's.

This restaurant is not big, with only a few dozen tables covered with clean linen and stainless steel chairs, but the decoration is quite elegant. The walls are hung with colonial-era oil paintings and brass-colored wall lamps. The waiters carrying the plates are young and beautiful, with natural smiles.

I thought it would be a high-end restaurant. Augustus looked at the rolling shutters at the door of the restaurant.

Funds are limited. Warfield walked into the restaurant: The people at UNN just want a few photos of the Demons in Heaven celebrating.

Then how did they find you? Augustus asked.

Because this is a political mission. Warfield said: I would rather go wallowing in a hail of bullets than stay here and eat a big meal.

When Augustus sat at the same table as Warfield, Reno and other first-class soldiers, the waiters immediately served sumptuous food, and large plates of roast chicken and beer were delivered to the hungry Marines. .

Take this. Before starting to eat, Warfield reached into his large coat pocket, took out a folded flag, and slowly unfolded it.

Hey, I like this flag, Harnak shouted.

On the flag is the emblem of the Demon of Heaven, a white skull wearing a black cloak, wings on its back, and eyes burning with red fire.

Demons of heaven, come to me. Augustus decided to record this moment: Let Major Warfield take a picture of us.

All the Marines left their seats, moved tables and chairs, and formed two rows in an inner arc.

The third and fourth classes at the front were half-kneeling, while the first and second classes were standing side by side. Augustus and Renault in the middle were holding the flag of the Demon of Heaven.

At that moment, everyone was laughing.

…

Augustus was very happy, and he was always smiling at the dinner table.

We are the devils of heaven, we are born like this. Augustus said: We are brothers. Family origin, reputation, status and all prejudices are not important. The blood of the devils of heaven flows in each of us.

We all share the same identity, that is, the devil in heaven!

Augustus, you are drunk. said Renault next to him.

How can you get drunk from a bottle of beer... Do you think I'm going to stand on a chair and say like Napoleon that Lady Luck is with him? Augustus said.

Yes, yes, but you wouldn't be able to say such things in normal times. Renault said with a smile.

The sky outside the restaurant window was getting darker and darker. Most of the town residents had turned off their lights and went to sleep, and the black night seemed deep.

Two hours later, when the marines cleared away all the food on the table, Augustus stood up. Augustus had a good drinking capacity and was restrained enough, so he always stayed sober, while Reno, who had been urging him to drink less, had fallen drunk on the ground, sleeping soundly while holding one of his calves.

Everyone who can still move, get up. Augustus said: Take away all the people lying on the ground, lying on the table and sleeping in the toilet. It's time to go to the tattoo shop.

Who is sleeping in the toilet? Lundstein didn't drink much and was still standing up.

When I just went to the toilet, I saw Hanak put his head in and snored while holding the toilet... Amy Brandon lamented, feeling very embarrassed.

I'll drag him out... Lundstein pulled out a tablecloth and turned to leave.

Do you really want each of them to have a tattoo of the devil in heaven? Warfield came over.

Yes, they all agreed a few days ago. We have already agreed. Augustus replied.

You want to get one too?

I'm not a devil in heaven. Warfield replied: But I have to watch you closely, otherwise, who knows if you will come up with any other new tricks... It can't be tattooed on your face, I know What ridiculous things did you do when you were a student?

I knew Arcturus would tell you this. Augustus stared into Warfield's eyes: What else did he tell you?

What about wearing a skirt? Warfield laughed.

The topic ended here.

Augustus took the marines out of the restaurant and turned into a tattoo shop that was still open. The tattooists were men with bare arms and upper bodies covered in tattoos. They made Augustus take off his clothes and sit on a bench, and tattooed him according to the pictures nailed to the wall.

On the tables and chairs next to them are other heavenly demons. Everyone has chosen the pattern they want and the location of the text.

I like this pattern. The person who tattooed Augustus was a woman with sea-blue hair. She was using a blade and a sharp knife-like tool to draw on Augustus's strong chest.

It's cool, she said.

This mix and match style has become popular recently, Augustus said.

Augustus said nothing as the sting came, memory telling him that this was a necessary process.

The tattoo took a long time. At two o'clock in the morning, the blue-haired tattoo artist was still dyeing the skull on the right side of Augustus's chest to his right forearm.

Lundstein stood next to Augustus, watching the tattoo artist dye while showing the tattoo on his chest - like the flag of the Demon in Heaven, it was also a skeleton with a black cloak, but this skull's He holds a lance in one hand and a cross shield in the other.

Why no horses? asked Augustus.

I've never seen a horse. I wanted to ride a Korhal space shark, but it didn't have a skeleton, Lundstein said in frustration.

You are really unexpectedly persistent in some aspects. Augustus smiled softly.

At this time, Tychus walked past Augustus and inadvertently revealed his tattoo. Tychus is covered in tattoos, and the Demon of Heaven tattoo is on the last empty space on his chest. It is a skeleton with a cigar in his mouth and a heavy machine gun in his hand.

Very well, Tychus, this devil of heaven is so like you, said Augustus.

Tychus left satisfied.

Why does your demon in heaven want a big hammer? Lundstein asked Augustus: I originally thought it should be a sharp sword symbolizing authority.

Because my grandfather once said, Augustus said, When all you have is a hammer, everything will look like a nail.

Your grandfather was a hero who hunted wolves alone on the moors of Stillling, Lundstein said.

Well... Augustus said, I suddenly remembered, have you seen Lisa? I looked around, but I didn't see her.

She came in with us, Lundstein said, but now she's not here.

Who knows where Sergeant Lisa Cassidi is? Augustus shouted.

Augustus realized a problem, that is, everyone's tattoo time is different, depending on the complexity of each person's tattoo. And if the tattoo Lisa chooses is simple enough, then she can sneak out before anyone notices...

This woman...

I went out once and saw Kesidi in an art gallery. Josephine, who was sitting on a bench playing with a personal terminal, said.

What is she doing? Augustus asked.

I don't know... maybe you are admiring the art? Josephine tilted her head.

Augustus put on his coat and walked out of the tattoo shop like a storm.

That there could be an art gallery in a town dedicated to military personnel was as incredible as Tychus, wearing a suit and ties, wearing glasses, sitting in his office concentrating on paperwork.

Oh! Boss, Lisa Cassidy is a wild horse. If you want to tame her, you need to use reins and whips.

Relationship counselor Court Josephine wanted to shake Augustus' hand before Augustus walked past him.

I'll beat you to death right now! Augustus slapped Josephine on the head angrily.

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