I'm Tassadar's Equal

Augustus told Tychus to remember to keep his shit and piss in his pants when the time came—not a drop was allowed to leak out. He was not to disgrace the Terran Empire.

Before Tychus could nod in agreement, their voices were completely drowned out by an earth-shattering roar. The ground beneath their feet immediately began to quake as though in convulsions.

It truly felt like the end of the world, and Augustus could not help recalling the spectacular sight of Char's colossal volcanoes, each tens of thousands of feet tall, erupting all at once. Back then, he had nearly believed he was finished.

"The Pride of Otaris has just fired a Purification Beam at our positions. Its power is four hundred times that of the Empire's highest-yield nuclear bomb."

General Matt Horner's voice came through the channel. "The Golden Armada is bombarding every area around the Protoss temple. Sain Province, Velari Province, and the Kor-shakal Sanctuary are all under attack. The entire surface looks like melted maple syrup."

Thinking of the Imperial soldiers outside who had already been swallowed by flames, Augustus fell silent for a moment. The Protoss fleet undoubtedly possessed the power to easily level an entire world. Such terrifying power in the hands of a mad Xel'Naga was little different from being completely out of control.

If Amon had been willing to destroy the Xel'Naga artifact and bomb the temple at any cost—even ramming warships into it one after another—then they would all have been finished by now.

Augustus was not gambling on Amon refusing to do that, because in the original timeline, he had not done so either.

"Kid, is the artifact ready yet?" Tychus looked toward Stetmann beside the artifact.

"Almost." Stetmann was trembling uncontrollably. Anyone could see that he was terrified out