As the mighty Dark God, Amon, who had betrayed the Xel'Naga, had always looked down on feeble humanity.
Humans had neither the powerful bodies of the Zerg Swarm nor the resilient minds of the Protoss. They were merely a lowly, insignificant mistake in the cycle of evolution.
But the crew aboard the human battlecruiser Hyperion... seemed a little different...
"One-Inch Punch: Skull Cracker!"
"Light Wings: Splitsville!"
"Lightning: Self-Destruct!"
What... are you doing?
As he watched a spectacle unlike anything he'd seen in countless millennia, Amon couldn't help hesitating. That was exactly the opening the man known as the captain wanted to create.
Well done, Valkyries. Fusion... strike... target... locked. Amon, now please enjoy having a nuke dropped right in your face.
Thinking this, Lin Yuan put away his weapon and prepared to run back to his position.
But just then, a crucial question occurred to him... Wait, since when did the Raiders have nukes?
