"J. Robert King - Invasion Cycle 01 - Invasion" - читать интересную книгу автора (King Robert J)

mechanisms, silvery and knife shaped. Even in a crouch,
they lifted her torso ten feet off the ground. Fully extended,
they made her stand taller than a house. Between those


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massive legs rose a great, bulbous abdomen. It was a
mechanism, as well. A four-foot-long stinger jutted
beneath it, dripping venom. Powerstones within that
abdomen linked Tsabo Tavoc to her every minion. She
could sense everything they sensed.
Above it all rose a powerful thorax, half human and
half machine. Brown robes draped from four massive
shoulders and mantled a bald, young, strangely beautiful
head. Tsabo Tavoc had once been a fair maiden with ivory
skin and supple arms. Her beauty had somehow been only
heightened by the torturous modifications she had
undergone. Even her eyes, the way they sparkled, might
have been alluring were they not so plainly compound.
Tsabo Tavoc stepped down from the prow of her
command cruiser. Her legs picked gracefully forward among
the waving heads of grain. She watched with all-seeing
eyes as her troops lined up on the plains of Benalia.
Tsabo Tavoc loved them. These were her children.
What seemed almost a smile formed on her segmented lips.
She sent her children the sum of her will.
Welcome, my sweet ones. Welcome to Dominaria. This is
our home. Do you feel it in your blood as I do? Do you feel how
the hills call to us? They remember when we walked this place.
They have longed for our return. We come to them, compleated
and glorious, their worthy rulers.
There is another race here, though. They have ruled this
world for these six thousand years, ruled wrongly. They are the
remnant of us, those who would not ascend. They remained in
squalor and have thrived here only because they had no natural
predators.
We are their natural predators. We have come to take this
world back from the soft-skinned, cowering vermin that have
overrun it. We will feed upon them, as is our right, and claim
dominion over Dominaria, as is our destiny.


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Array yourselves, my children. This is the first great battle
of many. Before the sun sets this day, we march upon the center
of Benalish power. We march upon Benalia City.