"Well... just pretend you didn't. I can't think of any other choice for that Cerberus Commander." Kerrigan smiled and said, "Anyone with a sense of shame and a sense of morality is listening. After the great revolution we are engaged in, we should all devote ourselves to the revolutionary cause without hesitation and stand among us."
As a telepathic psyker and one of the people closest to Augustus, Kerrigan is perhaps the woman in the world who knows Augustus best outside of his family.
Augustus is considered by many to be one of the great, noble and unblemished perfections, lacking only in the charm that age has given him.
But only Kerrigan knew that Augustus’s original dream was just three bedrooms and one living room in a small city. Later, his dream expanded a bit, that is, to be a leisurely farmer and live in an idyllic life. Live the rest of your life.
Now, something called destiny was forced upon Augustus, requiring him to become a leader or else he and his family would die.
"Actually, he doesn't have much choice." Augustus shrugged: "Either he doesn't work for us, or he will be executed or brainwashed by the federation after he returns."
"Within this year, we will integrate this unit into our combat order." Augustus said: "...Temporarily assigned to Colonel Ilya Kurovsky's Armored Division, no matter how powerful the person is, It’s better to be commanded by those who have obtained the devil from heaven.”
"You are so petty," Kerrigan said to Augustus.
"You are too kind to the people of the Demon in Heaven."
Augustus paced a few steps in the central command room: "You won't understand... when you tell others that you want to make a revolution with me? If you fail, you will die. But they still followed. You come here and there are people who don’t even care about politics or changes in government.”
"This is a troubled time... The people I trust most are always my relatives and the devil in heaven."
"Well, you have done a good job." Augustus sighed: "Sarah, you have done a good job these days and never make mistakes. I really don't know what I would do if I lost you. .”
"This is just my job." Kerrigan's slightly pale face flashed with a look of joy for a moment because she always looked after Augustus day and night. This was not so common on the red-haired ghost who usually seemed a bit cold. common.
Sarah Kerrigan, in her family before she was five years old, her father was always a dignified man, and even her mother rarely praised her daughter, and her life after joining the Ghost Academy was even more monotonous and cold.
In fact, all it takes is a heartfelt compliment—or even a superficial one—to make the red-haired ghost smile. Tell Kerrigan that you really, really need her, and she'll give her all for those words.
Although these were just casual remarks from Augustus's heart, this was exactly what impressed Kerrigan. Kerrigan is used to lies, conspiracies, and intrigues. She has seen the ugliest human nature and the evil that uses hypocrisy to decorate its appearance. In this way, words from the heart are even more valuable.
Only August would do that, which is why Kerrigan was so smitten with him.
"No one can do it better than you." Augustus looked at Kerrigan: "I really think so."
"I know." Kerrigan finally stopped and smiled brightly.
I don’t know why, but when Augustus saw this smile, he thought of Lisa Cassidy on Korhal 4. Although it was only for a moment and Augustus himself was not paying attention, he would pay a heavy price tonight.
Kerrigan's bright smile disappeared in an instant, as if a bone-chilling cold blew through the lush grass and the flowers withered.
"What's wrong?" Augustus said, "Did you smile just now? Your smile is very charming, far better than the most beautiful noble lady of Tarsonis I have ever seen. Seeing you smile can at least make me feel better. , there are just too many things happening these days.”
Kerrigan frowned, and just when she was thinking of what to say, a string of English words popped up on the wall on one side of the central command room, indicating that Norad 3 was connecting to communications.
Without further ado, Edmund Duke's pointed head and domineering eyes appeared on the screen.
"Sorry, it looks like you are flirting. As a gentleman, I am deeply sorry." Duke's expression was serious, but his words were not so serious: "I probably missed a good show."
As a Tarsonis noble, Duke frequently mingled in the social circles of nobles when he was young, and was quite familiar with the chaos of noble social relations. In his opinion, young men and women who live in a lively relationship may like to do exciting things on special occasions.
"You are still so humble and polite, General Duke." Augustus was not angry: "What happened deserves you to use the emergency line."
"Well...it's not an important thing - it just seems like this to me." Duke waved his hand. He also knew that teasing a high-ranking person was not a wise move.
Maybe Augustus was still approachable at this time and never cared about it, but who knows whether he will settle old scores in the future when he sits in a higher position and truly holds the power of Koprulu.
"You'll know just by looking at this, but don't blind your eyes." He said still meanly.
As soon as the picture turned, a golden flash of light almost occupied the entire holographic projection screen.
These flashes of light were so dazzling that Augustus felt as if he was looking directly at a golden star unexpectedly, and double images and black spots even appeared in front of his eyes.
It was a huge fleet composed of battleships emitting golden-blue light. The curves, patterns and light blue plasma shields of each battleship are as exquisite as beautiful handicrafts. The elegant arcs are perfect and harmonious, and the soft light blue halo emitted when the crystal resonates seems to be shrouded in A thin veil on these golden battleships.
There are at least a hundred Protoss aircraft carriers and a hundred times the number of First Class battleships. They occupy all the cameras on Norad 3 and block out the brilliance of the stars and planets in the Sara galaxy, as if they are the ones that illuminate the world. The star itself. Countless small fighter planes, like pale golden moths, flew up and down around the fleet, passing through the galaxy like a swarm of bees, but themselves as beautiful as butterflies.
Directly in front of this fleet are the retreating Jormungandr swarm and Cha Sara in the Sara galaxy, which has now been completely reduced to a lavender planet covered with a thick carpet of bacteria.
"That's..." Kerrigan's jade-green eyes widened.
This huge fleet is undoubtedly a combination of the art of war and beauty, or even more precisely, they should be the ultimate in art and aesthetics.
"Star Spirit." Augustus whispered a word.
"Not Tal'darim," Kerrigan said.
"They are indeed here." Augustus said in a voice that only he could hear: "Wherever there are zerg, the protoss follows them."
At this time, multiple screens in the central command room lit up at the same time.
The official communication channels in the Sara System and many nearby colonial worlds are still open, and have become more and more frequent in the past two months. Now, the number of communications sent and received began to skyrocket, and a word began to be frequently found in the messages intercepted by the revolutionary army.
Golden glitter.
"What are they doing?" Kerrigan muttered.
The cylindrical capital ship of the protoss fleet passed by the edge of the Sara system at a phantom speed and dispersed into the outer space orbit of Cha Sara. The hull was perpendicular to the surface of the planet at all latitudes, and the hatch on the bow slowly Open.
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