StarCraft: Becoming the Zerg Overlord

"I got the news that they jumped out of hyperspace from nowhere and suddenly appeared. The place where they appeared was very close to the planet. We dared not get so close. Google search reading"

"Their spacecraft was huge and there were so many of them. Several of our transport ships and spacecraft that cleared the channel collided with them and were blown to ashes."

"Then I don't know what they launched to the planet. Whatever it was, it immediately turned the planet into a barren land, like an egg that had been boiled for three minutes."

"After doing these things, I don't know where they ran away."

"Mar Sara is now on the other side of the star in this galaxy. The people there are very worried that the Protoss will take them as the next target of attack."

"Protoss." Mike shook his head slowly, trying to digest this unfamiliar word.

Something was wrong.

He stared at the technician's monitor, which showed images of deep radar scans that penetrated deep into the magma layer of the planet.

"That's enough for you to report, Mr. Liberty," said Edmund Duke. "We need to stay in our current position to defend against possible hostile actions in the future."

"You can mention in your report that the two battleships, Jackson VI and Huey Long, will come to join us in a few days."

Just then, the voice of the technical soldier's report suddenly drilled into Mike's ears: "Sir, a UFO was found."

"Location?" The colonel asked sternly, and immediately turned back to look at the main screen.

"Coordinates [X:::7E357], Zone 5, one unit error, many UFOs appear."

"Direction?"

"Execute the operation." After a pause, the technician reported, "Flying towards Marsala, sir."

Duke nodded, "Prepare to intercept UFOs, launch fighter jets after entering the range."

Mike blurted out, "Are you crazy?!"

Duke turned to face the reporter, "Boy, I hope that what you just said is just a decorative sentence, not a literal meaning."

"We only have one large spaceship." Mike stamped his feet anxiously.

"We are the only spaceship between them and Marsala, we must stop them."

Mike almost wanted to curse, "Of course you are brave, hiding in a hard turtle shell."

But he tried to control himself.

In any case, something that can penetrate the planet's shell cannot be blocked by these layers of broken metal armor.

Unable to curse, Mike had to take a deep breath and hold the railing in front of him tightly, as if doing so could reduce the fierce blow that might come.

Like flowers scattered by fairies, dense and colorful spots of light like fireflies danced on the main screen.

They looked gorgeous against the background of the night.

Mike noticed that there were hundreds of them, and these were just the main battleships.

There were even more small insects dancing around them.

"Has our ghost fighter entered the launch range?" asked the colonel.

"It will take two minutes." The technician replied.

"Launch as soon as possible."

Mike subconsciously took another deep breath, regretting why he didn't participate in the military training of CMC combat suits some time ago.

Even at such a long distance now, the shape of the Protoss spacecraft can be clearly seen.