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Onboard a brand-new Gorgon battleship, the atmosphere was unusually tense as the high command of the "Rebels" secretly held a crucial meeting.

They had just received intelligence from Mengsk, which made the already tense situation even more unpredictable.

"Gentlemen, things have come to this point, and I'm afraid we need to find another way out." The speaker's tone was heavy, revealing a sense of helplessness and despair.

"Ha, now that we've completely broken ties with that brat, even if he's an idiot, he'll never accept our surrender." Someone sneered, making no attempt to hide their disdain for Valerian.

“Not necessarily. We have a lot of intelligence and resources in our hands…” another person tried to refute, but was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"Even if he agrees, will the Zerg and Protoss agree? And what about the controllers of those mysterious warships!" someone shouted excitedly, their voice echoing in the conference room, causing a sense of panic.

"Don't panic, everyone. The situation will definitely improve after the next batch of new warships and hybrid vessels enter service," someone comforted, but this comfort seemed somewhat weak and unconvincing.

“We are now in complete defeat! Those weapons can only stabilize one or two battlefields for a short time at most. If they stay there for too long, those mysterious warships will appear like ghosts!” Someone raised a new concern, making the atmosphere in the conference room even more oppressive.

Arguments rose and fell throughout the meeting, as these self-important "righteous army" leaders were unable to reach a consensus.

Everyone has their own thoughts and concerns, but no one can come up with a practical solution.

At this moment, the conference room was silent; no one was willing to mention their trust in Arcturs Mengsk.

After all, this emperor had already failed once, and it was not entirely impossible for him to lose again.

Moreover, these people did not want an emperor above them in the first place. Although Arcturus was in their best interest in some ways than Valerian, it did not mean that they would truly support Mengsk's ascension to the throne.

In a corner of the conference room, a faint beeping sound quietly rang out, almost imperceptible due to the noise of the surrounding instruments.

Meanwhile, on the bridge of the Lord of the Abyss, Kirsage was projecting the contents of the conference room onto the air using Tzeentch's Eye.

Valerian stared at the image projected on the screen, his eyes revealing a deep disappointment with the so-called "Rebel Army" leadership.

He originally thought that someone capable of launching a rebellion of such scale must at least possess sufficient wisdom and strategy.

However, the behavior of these people greatly disappointed him.

Renault shook his head helplessly, spread his hands, and said, "There's nothing I can do. If you're not smart enough, you can only make up for it with money." His words were somewhat sarcastic, but also revealed his disdain for these people.

Kilsaji blinked and suddenly zoomed in on a section of the projection.

She pointed to a spot in the screen where a large number of instruments were concentrated and said, "Look here, these guys are being broadcast live the whole time, and they don't even realize it."

Everyone stared intently, and saw a blurry figure gradually revealing its purple outline under the influence of Kirsaji.

As the outline became clearer, everyone finally saw the true face of the figure—it was a Führer ghost! Without a doubt, this was sent by Mengsk.

These so-called "rebel armies" were nothing more than a mob with their own ulterior motives.

They had absolutely no trust in each other; everyone was only thinking about their own interests.

However, Mengsk was clearly aware of this situation.

At this moment, Mengsk had gathered his confidants together and brought them to a secret shipyard.

The weapons originally intended for the "Rebel Army" were instead used to modify the Dominator Ship.

Mengsk thought to himself that these insects were a huge disappointment; his expectations of them had clearly been too high.

Although this would result in some waste of resources, Mengsk couldn't afford to worry about that in the current situation.

As for the insects' constant inquiries about when reinforcements would arrive, Mengsk simply told them that the reinforcements would be larger than the first batch and that they should wait patiently.

Time flowed by like a gentle stream, and the Terran Empire and its allies advanced triumphantly on the battlefield.

However, the Annihilator-class battleship, which had always been regarded as a treasure by the "Rebel Army" leadership, revealed a fatal flaw in battle after battle—it was not equipped with Yamato guns!

The "rebel army" leaders were shocked. After a quick calculation, they discovered that without the Yamato cannons, although these warships were still powerful in terms of firepower, they lacked the destructive power that could be unleashed in an instant.

What angered them even more was that the cost of these warships was definitely not as high as they had originally imagined.

"We've been tricked by Mengsk!" The Rebel leadership was furious, feeling they had been utterly betrayed.

So they didn't hesitate to send a message to Mengsk, wanting to confront the nominal leader of the "rebel army" and ask him what he had done with those precious resources.

When the communication was established, Mengsk appeared before the rebel leaders with his usual calm and composed demeanor, as if everything was under his control and victory was assured.

"Damn Mengsk! What have you done!" A questioning voice that sounded somewhat familiar to Mengsk suddenly rang out, filled with anger and dissatisfaction.

Mengsk's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile.

He tapped the table in front of him lightly with his fingers, making a crisp sound, and then replied calmly, "What, aren't the burial goods we gave you enough?"

Construction of the Dominator Ship is nearing completion, and Arcturus Mengsk is very satisfied with its completion.

He no longer needed those "rebels" who each had their own ulterior motives, just as ruthlessly as he had abandoned Kerrigan years ago.

Of course, while these rebel leaders possessed some abilities, their value was negligible compared to Kerrigan.

If Kerrigan hadn't assassinated Mengsk's family, Raynor and Kerrigan might have had a grand wedding after their retirement, witnessed by the Emperor of the Terran Empire, and lived happily ever after.

However, reality is always cruel, and there aren't many "what ifs".

Kirsa, who had been keeping an eye on the pre-ordered collectibles, suddenly noticed the unusual behavior of the "Rebel Army" leaders.

She immediately fixed her gaze on Mengsk with Treachery's Eye and quickly spotted the massive Overlord in the shipyard.

"This is... an Ark-ship?" Kirsaj frowned, wondering to himself, "Could Mengsk be planning to implement the Wandering Tyrannosaurus Project?"

At the same time, Mengsk completely ignored the curses from those he regarded as insects and resolutely boarded the Overlord.

"Master ship, advance four." Mengsk's voice was deep and firm, as if the order was inviolable.

As he finished speaking, the Dominator slowly started up, the roar of its massive engines echoing through the dock, heralding the beginning of an unknown journey.