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“I understand. Thank you for your support, Kerrigan.” Matt Horner breathed a slight sigh of relief, his voice revealing a sense of accomplishment.

“You don’t seem to be waiting for me… Hopefully, Valerian will keep his promise.” Kerrigan’s lips curled into a faint smile, but there was a hint of mockery in it.

“Of course, otherwise I wouldn’t be here,” Horner replied quickly, his tone firm and confident, seemingly full of faith in Valerian.

However, Kerrigan was not swayed by his words; her smile became even more mocking. "It's not enough for just you to agree."

As the Queen of Blades, Kerrigan wouldn't easily give Horner the slightest bit of face.

Nevertheless, she knew in her heart that her purpose in coming to Khar's aid was not merely to help Horner, but more importantly, she absolutely could not allow Arcturus Mengsk to rise from the ashes.

But if she can kill Mengsk once, she can kill him a second time.

One after another, colossal space beasts, each over 13 kilometers long, appeared in the starry sky. Their enormous bodies resembled moving mountains of flesh and blood, leaving onlookers speechless.

The appearance of these behemoths made the atmosphere on the entire battlefield tense.

Immediately afterwards, countless Zerg flying units spewed out from the behemoth's mouth and holes, surging towards the old Imperial fleet like a black torrent.

"The Zerg... Hmph, they've actually stooped to asking other races for help." The commander of the old Empire's Royal Fleet snorted coldly upon seeing this, expressing extreme disdain for the Zerg's behavior.

He was not intimidated by the Zerg army before him, but decisively issued orders to intensify the fleet's offensive and to immediately send transport planes to reinforce the ground forces.

He knew that time was of the essence and he could no longer afford to entangle himself with the Khar defense fleet, because Mengsk had given him a death order: he must take the Khar palace as soon as possible.

Arcturus was by no means a merciful emperor. If he failed to complete the mission, even though he had once served as the supreme commander of the Royal Fleet, he would not escape death, and his relatives would certainly be implicated as well.

However, the most crucial question is, why, after so much time has passed, has the Royal Guard on the ground still not captured Khar Palace?

You have to understand, if it weren't for the sudden attack by the Zerg, he could have wiped out the entire Khar Defense Fleet long ago.

From this perspective, the ground troops are simply a bunch of incompetent fools, a cancer on the empire!

However, despite his great dissatisfaction with the performance of the ground troops, his own life depended on them.

Therefore, despite his reluctance, he had no choice but to send out a large number of support troops.

When he arrives before His Majesty, he must thoroughly criticize these ground troops, so that His Majesty can see for himself who truly stands as the pillars of the empire.

At this moment, the old imperial guards were blocked by a series of sturdy fortresses.

Unable to gain absolute air superiority, they were utterly helpless against the New Empire's Royal Guard, whose firepower was in no way inferior to their own, and could only advance slowly and painstakingly.

At that very moment, the commander of the old Imperial Guard was also cursing the old Imperial Fleet, which was still "leisurely" engaging in artillery combat with the enemy.

They couldn't help but feel angry and helpless. Couldn't these fleets at least take a look at the situation on the ground? Couldn't they send a few battlecruisers to support the fierce fighting on the battlefield?!

The reinforcements they sent down were neither able to help the old imperial guards break through the enemy's defenses, nor could they create a breakthrough on such a narrow battlefield.

Continuing to fight like this would undoubtedly turn into a pointless, piecemeal tactic, wasting the strength of the old imperial guard.

Both sides were so arrogant as not to contact each other or report their results, as if they both took it for granted that the other side was not fighting with all its might.

If they were fighting a powerful enemy like the Protoss, they might have coordinated and fought together. But now they were facing only a illegitimate emperor and a group of enemies they regarded as commoners. How could they possibly think that these people could withstand the powerful Royal Guard?

Without a doubt, it must be the commanders of the ground forces (space fleet) who were incompetent and completely betrayed the Emperor's trust in them!

The two commanders remained deadlocked, neither willing to back down first, each waiting for the other to yield.

However, as time ticked by, the fleet commander finally lost his temper and roared into the communicator, "You empire's insects! Why haven't you taken over the palace yet!"

"You son of a bitch, you think you're something just because you spent a few years at the Naval Academy! What have you learned besides how to use a knife and fork to eat?!"

The argument between the two commanders continued, but some people could no longer tolerate this pointless dispute.

They suddenly felt a chilling sensation on the back of their heads, as if a pair of cold eyes were staring intently at their skulls.

That was the muzzle of a gun, a dark, gaping muzzle that exuded an aura of death.

Just then, Arcturus Mengsk's projection appeared before everyone without warning.

His figure was tall and imposing, inspiring awe in all who beheld him.

His voice was cold and firm, like a judgment from hell: "Your stupidity is beyond my ability to look at. Take action!"

At his command, several heads of state appeared like ghosts.

They were armed, and their movements were swift and precise, without the slightest hesitation.

In an instant, gunshots rang out, echoing in the air and sending chills down one's spine.

The two commanders, still arguing, didn't even have time to scream before their heads were mercilessly blown away by bullets.

Blood splattered on the ground, forming a crimson stain.

The two headless corpses collapsed to the ground with a thud, their eyes wide open in death.

Arcturus Mengsk's projection watched this scene expressionlessly, his voice echoing throughout the space: "I will restore the glory of our Empire and will never bow to any alien power!"

His words were full of determination and strength, conveying his unwavering commitment and belief in the empire.

At the same time, soldiers of the old Imperial Fleet also responded.

"I will go to the battlefield with you and restore the glory of the empire!"

Under the command of Arcturus Mengsk, the old Imperial Fleet quickly completed the change of command.

The fleet quickly changed formation around the old Empire's Titan warships, becoming like a sophisticated war machine, ready for battle.

Arcturus Mengsk's voice rang in the ears of every stormtrooper, inspiring them to forge ahead without fear of sacrifice.

The projection device played his quotes over and over again, and these words, like war drums, boosted the morale of the soldiers.

Meanwhile, the laborers of the old empire were not idle either.

They worked day and night to build a large number of missile silos. Many of these silos already contained tactical nuclear missiles, ready to be launched at a moment's notice to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.

“Actuals Mengsk, you certainly know how to pick a double.” Kerrigan’s voice came through the communication channel clearly, filled with undisguised mockery and contempt.

She noticed the change in commander of the old imperial fleet immediately and promptly connected to their communications without hesitation.

"I'd like to see how long you can keep hiding, you coward," she continued. "How many pitiful cannon fodder are you hiding under your ass?"