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Sergey Tarmashev
Ancient. Background. Book three

“There is enough light for those who want to see, and enough darkness for those who don’t.”

Pascal

Chapter first

957600 years ago, four-dimensional layer of the Universe, high-energy space, boundary spiral arm of the Borderline galaxy, Yarn star system, 12 hours 70 parts according to the time system of the Radiant civilization

The first echelon of the enemy fleet fired a salvo, and the consciousness dispersed by the Tracking Crystal automatically made a calculation. Four million homing torpedoes. It’s rather weak for such a fleet, which means the Dark Ones have something else in store. Hovering in the glow of the Svetochka combat post, Torbrand contacted the unified circuit of the Guardians:

– Look for hidden enemy forces. I feel the presence of more low energy Entities than we observe. “Daaria” and “Ariste” do not leave the invisibility mode. Destroy the battleships with a torpedo salvo. Strike groups prepare for attack. Reserve wait for my command.

The single command contour was colored with short impulses from the commanders confirming receipt of the order, and the squadron of battleships, spread out in the cosmic night like a gigantic shining necklace, fired a response salvo. Speeding around the light 1
The Shining Ones civilization does not use the metric system and does not use the concept of “speed of light.” Here and below, these number forms are given for the convenience of the reader.

The speed of the torpedo ocean was crushed by an area of ​​​​exorbitant gravity that suddenly appeared on the way, and the approaching wave of bursting snake-like silhouettes was replaced by a gigantic flash of many explosions, merging together. Thorbrand sent out a short pulse on the fleet's command frequency, and the strike groups began their attack, instantly taking off at an acceleration thirty times the photon's current speed. The first echelon of the enemy did not have the technological capabilities to prevent the approach and a moment later found itself in the clinch zone. The Shining strike cruisers, using their superior speed, quickly mixed with the enemy's battle formations, and a hot glow of explosions flared up in the middle of the icy vacuum. Streams of antimatter overwhelmed the enemy flotillas, turning multi-deck monsters studded with guns into blinding photon flares, and the number of the first echelon of the enemy fleet began to gradually decline. The second and third echelons of the Dark Ones began to retreat at full speed, demonstrating their intention to find the boundary of the area of ​​\u200b\u200bspace within which the Shining Ones had blocked the possibility of hyperjumping. On the surface this seemed reasonable. The Dark Ones' fleet outnumbered the Shining Ones twenty-fold, which actually meant a complete victory for the Shining Ones, and the enemy admiral saw no point in losing his forces in vain. The first echelon of the Dark, as usual, consisted of representatives of the Black race, the rest of the enemy units belonged to the Grays, so the admiral’s decision to sacrifice Aliens to save his own at first glance looked quite expected.

“The dark ones are planning to lure us into a trap,” Thorbrand’s energy flow carried no emotions. - Let's play along with them. The reserves should begin a flanking maneuver. The task is to bypass the battle, start a pursuit and pin down the enemy’s second echelon in battle. Do not go into a region of space that allows the launch of a quark reaction. Attack!

The reserve strike groups instantly picked up speed and rushed after the retreating enemy. As a result of both attacks, the network of Fleet Guardians merged together spread far beyond the sector, and reports followed almost immediately:

– I see the radiation of a quark charge! One low-power charge installed on a second-tier flagship battleship!

- I confirm! The spectral response is clear. Imitation is excluded.

– Another quark charge on the third-tier flagship! This is a Gray dreadnought, I'll give you the backlight.

– I confirm the compliance of the radiation. The flagship dreadnought has a high-power charge.

– I see the radiation of the Immortal! The Avatar is located on the third-tier dreadnought along with a quark landmine. It is moving at full speed towards the region of free launch of the quark reaction.

“You can’t pursue an immortal,” Thorbrand merged with the general energy flow of the solar system and listened to the radiation emanating from the avatar. – Until a special command, do not pay attention to the third echelon of the enemy. Guardians, is there new data on the hidden forces of the Dark Ones?

“Not yet,” the Guardian from “Daaria”, who heads the general network, answered for everyone. - Are looking for.

The reserve strike groups overtook the second echelon of the Dark Ones, and a second center of battle broke out in deep space. There the overall balance of forces was equal, and the Grays fought fiercely, probably counting on the help of the third echelon. But the third echelon was in no hurry to help and continued its retreat, maintaining a tight battle formation.

– I feel the radio communications of the Dark Ones! “The general network of Guardians sent a report from one of the reserve strike cruisers. – Admirals of the first and second echelons do not ask for support from their naval commander. I don’t see any panic among the Dark Ones.

- I confirm. – In the general network of the Guardians, an impulse arose from a cruiser fighting with the first echelon of the enemy. – Blacks have strong emotional imprints. They are waiting for some event and hoping for victory.

“The strike groups continue to fight in their previous positions,” Thorbrand ordered. - Let's wait.

There was no doubt from the very beginning that the Immortal had planned a trap. The Dark fleet moving in hyperspace towards the Yarna system was spotted at the moment it crossed the conventional front line. Suspecting a diversionary maneuver, Thorbrand took with him only a couple of aircraft carriers and the Arctida covering squadron, leaving the combined group in the far orbit of Arkoln in full combat readiness. The enemy was knocked out of hyper in the distant orbit of Yarna, and Thorbrand instantly felt the radiation of the Immortal, whom he had been trying to find for so long. Over the past centuries, he had encountered this Ruler of the Grays only twice, and both times he had failed to reach the enemy. The immortal exploded the avatar as soon as Torbrand's Torch rushed into attack acceleration, and was no longer interested in the fate of his troops. Now he encountered his sworn enemy for the third time, and the mighty will of the Shining One suppressed an attack of transcendental rage. It's not difficult to scare off Gray. It is more important to unravel his plan and destroy the enemy operation.

Only this time the enemy was planning something different from the usual attempts to break through the defenses of the Radiants. The forces in the Immortal's fleet were insufficient for such a strike from the very beginning. Two more fleets are moving here through hyperspace, but even with them the Dark Ones will not make their way to Arctida. As soon as they land large forces here, the entire combined group will arrive here, and no one will allow them to approach the living Earth anyway. Judging by the habits of the Dark Ones, this is a regular diversionary strike, and the main attack should be expected in another direction, where the enemy has sent super-large forces in the most covert hyperjump mode. It was not for nothing that the Immortal, having studied the quantitative composition of the Shining Ones squadron, began to retreat. And this is what gave Thorbrand the confidence that the Immortal was planning something else. For the sake of such a primitive operation, he would not have landed in the Yarna system personally; he would have sent one of his admirals. However, the Ruler of the Grays arrived here in person. Moreover, he put on a whole show: his fleet spilled out into real space in an almost disorderly heap, but before starting the retreat, the Immortal was not too lazy to line it up in battle formations. He managed to hide part of his forces immediately at the moment the fleet left hyperspace, therefore, he expected something like this in advance and prepared for it. This means that the Immortal is not going to just run away, he really wants to be noticed. They noticed and were distracted from something important, as happened once before.

- King Thorbrand! – The Communication Crystal formed a separate image of the Guardian from “Daariya”. – Civil Ace asks for communication. This is Guardian Radomir from the Arctida Caste Council. Miss a signal?

- Skip it. – The powerful Suppression Crystals of “Daariya” unlocked the possibility of long-distance communication for the signal coming from the living Earth, and the image of a gray-haired, harrier-like, two-thousand-year-old man flashed in Thorbrand’s mind. – Tender Sun to you, wise Radomir.

– Eternally shining stars, mighty Thorbrand! - Ace Guardian felt the flow of the ongoing battle and immediately got down to business: - Do you need the help of warriors? Raise a militia? I feel bad. Is Arctida in danger?

- We'll manage. – Thorbrand listened to the flow of energy flowing through space. “Moreover, it is necessary to ensure that not the slightest alarm arises on Arctida.” This is an unusual attack, and we need the enemy to be confident in complete security in orbit and on the surface of Arctida. Arctida is not in any danger in this battle. But your premonitions are not in vain. After the battle, I would like to speak with the Council.

“We will fulfill your request, valiant king,” the old man’s face, furrowed with deep wrinkles, darkened. – I feel the approach of a great disaster... The Council of Castes will be waiting for you in the central estate of the Life of the Crying from the Clan of Heavenly Azure. I'll send you the coordinates.

Ace Guardian switched off, and at that moment the third echelon of enemy forces changed the direction of movement. The enemy squadrons made maximum acceleration towards the second focus of the battle, and in their place only the flagship dreadnought of the Immortal remained, surrounded by a dozen guard cruisers. The overall energy balance at its location corresponded to a region of space in which nothing prevented the occurrence of a quark reaction. Thorbrand listened to the distant, rough imprint of man-made energy and again suppressed a flash of rage. Not now. The immortal knows that he will again escape unpunished, and therefore boldly provokes an attack. His third echelon will soon join the second, and their combined forces will increase. The reserve of the Shining Ones will begin to suffer losses, and this, according to the Immortal’s plan, should drive the commander of the Shining Ones crazy. And then the Shining One will send a melee Torch to destroy the Immortal’s flagship in order to deprive his troops of control. And the fire support battleships will remain unguarded. This means that the hidden forces of the Dark Ones must already be somewhere nearby. They will launch a surprise attack on the battleships, and if you're lucky, the Light will be destroyed by a quark explosion. But all this is just a cover. The ruler of the Grays has conceived another meanness.

Eirik, lying in the opposite part of the central compartment, felt an impulse of rage coming from his owner and jumped to his paws. The mighty griffin listened to the Search Crystal, but did not find an enemy nearby and lay down in place. Thorbrand lit the glow of the Pet Crystal for the pet and said quietly:

- Prepare to accelerate.

Hearing the familiar command, Eirik climbed into the interweaving of energies and curled up into a ball as usual. War animals are not able to merge with the ship's contours and prefer to sleep once inside the landing glow. But Eirik had an increased attachment to the energy flow of his owner and often felt the flow of the cosmic battle. In order not to disturb the beast, I had to put it to sleep myself. Thorbrand poured a small stream of energy into the pet’s energy circuit, putting the griffin to sleep, and again listened to the flow of cosmic energies. The thoughts of the Immortal cannot be listened to, his avatar is controlled by the technologies of the higher Dark Worlds, but the shadow of their energies can be seen and followed by it to his planetoid of Immortality. But to detect a shadow, you must have time to get close to the Immortal, and the Rulers of the Grays know about this. Therefore, they destroy their avatar at the slightest sign of a threat. Until now it has not been possible to take them by surprise; there are still too few Aces in the military caste.

– I feel the work of the refractive fields of the Dark Ones! – The general network of Guardians brought a report from one of the battleships. – At least seven hundred prints. Slowly approaching.

“I confirm,” picked up the next Guardian, also from the battleship squadron. – The dark ones are somewhere nearby, trying to get to our rear.

“I detect a slowdown in the movement of prints,” followed another report. – The enemy’s hidden fleet stops.

– They are frightened by the presence of the Light. – Thorbrand listened to the imprints of alien energy collected by the Guardian’s network. Covered by refraction fields, the Dark fleet stopped moving and raised the camouflage mode to maximum. Usually in such cases, the troops of the Immortals become almost undetectable, and they can be found not so much by the traces of the work of the refractive fields, but by the energy imprints of man-made devices in the general flow of the surrounding space. However, now the Guardians clearly saw frequency sweeps of the refractive fields, which indicated that the enemy’s camouflage equipment was not of the highest quality. The Dark Ones have more serious technologies. This means that Immortal saved money on this fleet as well. Well, it's time to find out what he's up to.

“Commander Askjold,” Thorbrand called the reserve commander, “report the situation.”

“The enemy carried out an encirclement maneuver and cut us off from the main forces of the squadron. – The Communication Crystal lit the image of a relative. - We're holding on for now. Four dead, many wounded, half of the interceptors were badly damaged and returned on board. Three cruisers are on the verge of losing steam, one is shot down.

- We're starting a counterattack. – Thorbrand switched the Light to the “battle to the death” mode. – Battleships to transfer fire to the enemy’s second echelon. “Daaria” and “Ariste” do not leave the invisibility mode until contact with the enemy. “Daaria”, your target is the Dark Ones’ saboteurs. "Arista", help Askjold. I will take care of the Immortal and join the main forces. We are working when ready!

A clot of inky-black radiant energy with a Light inside instantly gained thirty times the speed of a photon and pierced the boundless infinity of space. The sectors engulfed in seething battle were left behind, and the marks of the Immortal's dreadnought and his bodyguards loomed ahead. Thorbrand felt the emanations of panic horror emanating from the Grays, and the single energy flow of the solar system trembled, feeling the launch of a quark reaction. The Light, blazing with bottomless blackness, instantly changed direction to the opposite, and a huge piece of space boiled with the unbridled rage of enraged elementary particles. Everything around was covered with a gray haze of crumbling space, and an all-consuming stream of destructive energy crashed into the Light. But the infinitely strong blow collided with the infinite power of the combat Ace, dispersed by the mighty Crystals, and the gigantic all-crushing ram admitted defeat in front of its brother, the same Son of the Great Flash. The equipment driven by the energy of Asa, created by the wisdom of millions of generations of the Shining Ones, redirected the incoming destructive force to the revival of the matter it had devoured, and the space around the Light began to restore stability.

The ink spot of the Light left the zone of quark destruction, and the combat Ace, blazing with anthracite radiation, winced with displeasure. The Immortal detonated a landmine too early; he didn’t even dare to let the Svetoch come closer so that the blow would land for sure. In this case, they would have an equal chance of winning. If the combat Ace manages to annihilate the enemy starship along with the quark charge before it explodes, victory will go to him. And if he doesn’t have time, then at the epicenter of a quark explosion there may not be enough strength to survive. Nevertheless, the Ruler of the Grays did not test his luck. Therefore, he is too frightened, which means that the Immortal is aware of the hunt being waged against him. But no matter how many centuries it takes, he will not escape retribution. For this is the only thing that keeps the gloomy combat Ace in the dreary loneliness of the current layer of the Universe.

The general energy flow of the battle vibrated with new impulses, and the Light, shining with radiant darkness, rushed to the third center of the battle that had just flared up. As expected, the sabotage forces of the Dark Ones, hidden under the refraction fields, attacked the battleships of the Shining Ones, as soon as the Light went to approach the Immortal. Seven hundred heavy cruisers of the Gray race, according to the good tradition of the Dark ones, stuffed with black crews, rushed to attack the star-fire spheres that were left without cover. The enemy attack served as a signal for the start of counteraction, and the Daaria aircraft carrier, hiding in stealth mode among the firing battleships, released its assault cruisers. At the same time, the second aircraft carrier began to accelerate towards the reserve fighting in complete encirclement, and after half a part 2
One part of the Radiants corresponds approximately to 37.5 seconds of Humans.

In the battle-torn space, the forces of the Radiants increased by three hundred combat units. The Dark Ones, seeing three White Death class ships on their radars at once, quickly calculated their chances and tried to gather all their forces into one fist. This maneuver cost them a tenth of the fleet, and the battle began to boil with renewed vigor. The Dark Admiral, who took command after the Immortal's departure, ordered his subordinates to hold out until the last, promising a generous reward, and was scattered into atoms under the ramming blow of the Light. The remaining enemy officers did not dare to take his place, but the usual panic for such circumstances did not arise among the Dark Ones. The electronic warfare systems of their fleet were unable to push through the hyperjump blockade established by a single network of Guardians, but the enemy continued to strike, desperately trying to maintain battle formations. It became clear that the enemies hoped to hold out until reinforcements arrived.

Help for the Dark Ones came at the end of the day, when not even a quarter of the payroll remained of their first fleet. The Second Fleet planned to exit hyperspace much closer to Arctida, and Thorbrand was forced to split his forces. He left strike groups to finish off the remnants of the enemy, took the aircraft carriers out of the battle, and with the combined impulse of the super-powerful Crystals of three ships of the White Death class, knocked out the approaching enemy fleet from hyperspace in the distant orbit of Yarna. The enemy's fresh forces consisted entirely of Blacks who went to fight on their own ships, which only confirmed previous assumptions. The Immortal diverts the attention of the Shining Ones from some secret operation. The black fleet did not pose a serious threat, but its numbers were large, and the battle dragged on. By noon of the next day, the third fleet of the Immortal arrived at Yarna, and had to be met from the opposite side of the system. The Immortal himself, contrary to expectations, was not among the military leaders of the third fleet, and this was even more alarming. All fleets went into hyper until the Immortal lost his avatar. Since the third fleet arrived without him, it means that the Ruler of the Grays was sending fleets to their death from the very beginning.

The anthracite-black spot of the Light pierced a bunch of enemy squadrons forcibly falling out into real space, and the Distorters struck. A dozen and a half multi-deck monsters studded with gun ports froze motionless against the background of the rest of the steel giants and began to slowly crumble into dust. The torch with a high-speed jerk moved to the left, occupying the center of the enemy formation, and the Distorters worked again. This time, three times as many enemy ships came under attack, and Thorbrand, with afterburner acceleration, brought Svetoch out of the retaliatory strike zone. The mighty combat Ace made a combat turn and rushed into the next attack, activating the ship's Long-Range Communication Crystal. Thorbrand sent a call to the operational duty officer for the combined group awaiting orders in the Arkoln system, and the Distorters disintegrated the next group target into atoms.

- Operational in touch.

– Roda Fornar squadron – combat alert. Objective: arrive in the Yarna system to destroy the enemy. – Thorbrand smashed to pieces a couple of dreadnoughts that were on the afterburner line with a ramming blow. – We need to finish here as quickly as possible, I will open a zero transition through four parts. This attack by the Immortal is a diversionary maneuver. The rest of the group should continuously monitor hyperspace. Maintain constant contact with patrol groups. If the Dark Ones are planning to strike the main blow, then now is the time for this.

Svetoch carried out two more attacks and left the battle with superluminal acceleration. The admiral of the enemy's third fleet, which had completed entering real space, received information about the losses already suffered and made a predictable decision - to make his way to join the rest of the Dark forces. Given the high numbers, he will succeed, and the combined remnants of the three fleets with the forces of one squadron will have to be destroyed for too long. Thorbrand brought the Light out of the “battle to the death” mode, and the ball, flashing with a dazzling starlight, rushed towards the sun. The light reached the photosphere of the star and stopped, accelerating its own glow to an exorbitant value. For several moments, a single whole, consisting of a powerful warship and a mighty combat Ace, absorbed generous streams of solar radiation, overflowing with energy. The energy circuit of the Shining One recorded a state of complete rest, and Thorbrand directed his personal flow to the Zero Transition Crystal. The most powerful equipment boiled with tight entanglements of energies, the super complex atomic structure vibrated, increasing resonant vibrations, and after an elusively short time it formed a peak impact. At the point in outer space indicated by the consciousness of the combat Ace, ripples of dark matter turned inside out trembled, and in the middle of the icy void a vertical mirror of the zero transition appeared.

A moment later, a flight of interceptors burst out of it, conducting reconnaissance of the arrival point, and after them the shining spheres of the battleships of the family squadron poured out. The Dark Ones noticed the new forces of the Shining Ones and rushed to break through, trying to make a hyperjump before this became completely impossible. Few succeeded in their plan; the majority of enemy combat units did not have time to overcome the blockade of the jump established by a single network of Guardians. After two parts, the network grew tenfold, and the enemy fleet finally lost its organization. The Dark Ones' ships rushed in all directions, trying to escape somehow, and their search and destruction dragged on until midnight. But during all this time the main attack of the Dark Ones never came.

“The raid groups carrying out patrols are in constant contact,” the Operations reported, “two full circles of strike groups went on a free search six hours ago, every sixteen units we contact the allies whose Lands are in our zone of responsibility.” Everywhere is quiet. For the fifth day everything is calm. Contact Fleet Headquarters? Maybe the Dark Ones struck far from us?

- Doesn't make sense. – Thorbrand, who had merged with the Light, thoughtfully looked at the snow-covered surface of Arctida, whitening in the distance straight ahead. – Why launch a diversionary strike here in order to attack where it won’t even be noticed? If the Immortal did not intend to disperse the forces of our group, it means that he carried out the operation specifically in the Yarna system. Another circle of Hunters came here to strengthen those already there. Let them search the system twice. Deliver all units of combat pards and griffins to Arctida by morning. At dawn we begin searching for saboteurs on the surface of the Earth. For the combined group, the combat alert is cleared. Return the strike groups from the search, and the raid groups continue patrolling according to the combat schedule.

The operative confirmed the reception and disconnected. Thorbrand listened to the overall energy flow of the solar system. The squadrons regrouped, taking up positions in the Yarna system, and a stream of ships in need of repair was heading towards Arctida. Several medical evacuation complexes with wounded on board left orbit and began to descend, and high activity was observed on the frequencies of the Healer caste. The Communication Crystal accepted the incoming impulse, and the image of Guardian Radomir flashed in the mind.

– For the glory of the Race! – The gray-haired old man gave a short salute. - Congratulations on your victory, mighty king! The Healer caste has already distributed the wounded to hospitals; the Masters will begin repairing the ships as soon as the damaged equipment reaches orbit. From all over Arctida the same question comes from the Shining Ones: “How many warriors died?” You didn't broadcast the fight.

- For glory! - Thorbrand answered. “Half a circle of warriors died; in the first phase of the battle they had to take the blow of an enemy who was significantly superior in strength. We have many wounded, more than two hundred.

“Two hundred and thirty-six,” the Guardian Ace clarified. – We contacted the crews of the sanitary evacuation complexes. The Healer Caste of Arctida will get everyone back on their feet, you can leave the wounded here if their transportation to the fleet base is not necessary.

- Is not. The squadrons will remain in the Yarna system for some time. - Thorbrand bowed his head in a short bow: - The combined group is grateful to the infinitely wise civilian castes of Arctida for their prompt assistance. This will seriously speed up our preparation for subsequent battles.

“This is the least we could do in the name of the Motherland and the Race,” Radomir answered. – Is there anything else we can do to help the warrior caste?

– We did not broadcast because this attack was led by the Immortal. – The torch reached the orbit of Arctida and slowly ran around the snow-covered Earth. “We suspected a secret plan on his part.” The attack was repulsed, the enemy was destroyed, but the Immortal's plan was not revealed. In the morning we begin the search for saboteurs in Arctida; units of combat animals are already on their way. Let the Caste Council warn the population about this.

– Did the Dark Ones land saboteurs on Arctida? – The gray-haired Ace frowned anxiously. – None of the Life Riverers felt the appearance of low-energy Entities. This means that the Dark Ones sent robots. The Creator caste will help organize the search.

“It would be useful,” Thorbrand agreed. “But the landing of saboteurs has not been confirmed by anything. This is just a guess and that is why it needs to be verified. But I feel that you want to make a request, wise Radomir. Ask.

“At your request, the Council of Castes did not raise the alarm on Arctida,” began the Guardian Ace. “And it turned out to be the right decision.” Once again the enemy was defeated in distant orbit, and again the population of Arctida slept peacefully every night while the battle lasted. For the children, this attack went completely unnoticed. Over the past four hundred years, an orbital alert has never been declared on Arctida, and in conditions of a brutal war this is worth a lot. There is no warrior caste on our Earth, and many Shining Ones express a request to organize meetings for children with the Warrior caste, so that the younger generation can see with their own eyes those who, without sparing themselves, block the path of the enemy hordes. In this regard, the Council of Castes decided to ask representatives of the military command to send military specialists to Arctida to conduct classes with young students. Lessons on the topic of gravitational circuits will be very appropriate. There is no one better than warriors at working with gravitational balance, and besides, this skill will soon become very relevant for the inhabitants of Arctida... - The look of the gray-haired old man became sad. “You want to talk to the Arctida Caste Council about this, mighty king?”

“You were not mistaken, wise Guardian,” Thorbrand looked into Radomir’s eyes, “we will talk about the complete evacuation of the Shining Ones from this Earth.” I foresee trouble and I know that you also feel it approaching. I have no other reasons, but it is so. Let the Arctida Aces express their opinion. As for the request of the Caste Council to conduct classes for children, we will fulfill it.

“So be it,” summed up the gray-haired old man.

The interlocutors said goodbye, and Radomir passed out. Thorbrand sent a general call to the command staff of the units located in the Yarna system and opened a direct passage to the Daariya's advisory compartment. It was necessary to analyze the past battle. Feeling a surge of energy from the displacement point, Eirik began to move in his glow. The sleeping griffin woke up and looked questioningly at its owner.

“Sleep, my friend,” replied Thorbrand. “In four hours you have a lot of work to do.”

The mighty combat Ace disappeared in the area of ​​direct transition, and Eirik curled up into a ball again.

The snow-covered taiga, flooded with bright sunlight, sparkled in the midday rays, and the snow-white blanket covering the earth was reflected in the windows of a luxurious estate, rising high in the middle of a taiga clearing of considerable size. The forty-meter-long carved mansion made of adaptive biocomposite, topped with the sixteen-sided phased antenna of the broadband Long-Range Communication Crystal, sparkling in the rays of the sun, at its highest point was a good fifteen meters below the tops of the taiga trees, as a result of which the estate could only be seen from the air. The sixteen different buildings that made up the estate were scattered around the tower in a strictly measured circle and connected to the main building with straight, arrow-like transitions made of transparent vibroquartzite, which is why the estate from a bird's eye view looked like the sun, emitting sixteen sparkling rays around itself. However, from the surface of the ground, the architectural ensemble covered with openwork stucco looked different. The multi-meter buildings built along the perimeter of the circle extended ornate connecting corridors at different heights to the central tower, and from the outside it seemed as if the massive colonnades of corridors formed waves frozen in the midst of an endless running in a circle. The spacious wide windows of the buildings, framed by the patterned ligature of the Life Crying caste, were shrouded in a barely noticeable haze of energy protection, and apart from its ghostly glow, nothing around reminded of the martial law and the brutal war that had been raging in the four-dimensional layer of the Universe for four hundred and forty years.

There was complete calm in the air, and the rustle of the snow caps falling from the branches of the mighty spruce trees was intertwined with a quiet rustle among the trills of birds that were sensing the onset of a thaw, sounding among the coniferous giants. Feathered red-breasted babies busily scurried between the spreading branches in search of cones and did not pay any attention to the shining drops of civilian ships, silently cutting through the crystal clear ocean of air stretching over the taiga at great speed. The flattened balls of passenger airliners and the pot-bellied disks of trucks, barely perceptible to the eye, streaked high in the sky, the main echelons for boats and small boats were located much lower, and from time to time one or another teardrop-shaped vehicle separated from the main flow and quickly maneuvered down in the direction to the estate. The shining drop deftly landed, clinging to one of the transparent passages between the buildings, which also served as seats, and after a couple of moments, silhouettes of the Shining Ones appeared in the transparent corridor, returning home or arriving to visit the inhabitants of the estate. Their three-meter figures, dressed in white clothes emitting a light glow, sedately walked along the passages filled with flowers blooming in the depths of winter towards their waiting fellow tribesmen, and the long white-golden hair of the Shining Ones simultaneously made a burst of luminosity, accompanying their hands raised to the stars, performing the welcoming gesture of the Celestial Race of Radiance Sveta.

Four hundred and thirty years dedicated to the destruction of the enemies of the Race. Thousands of brutal battles with no chance of survival.

The gloomy loneliness of half of a whole broken in two, which brings neither grief nor joy, only colorless monotony. A life subordinated to a single and all-consuming goal: retribution for those who took away what was most precious from him.

His name is Thorbrand. The legendary True Ace, a being of gigantic power, without equal in the Galaxy. And now he feels that the hour of the decisive battle is approaching.

LET THOSE WHO COME FOR OUR LAND AND OUR LIVES LOSE THEIR OWN!

Sergey Tarmashev

Ancient. Background. Book three

“There is enough light for those who want to see, and enough darkness for those who don’t.”

Chapter first

957600 years ago, four-dimensional layer of the Universe, high-energy space, boundary spiral arm of the Borderline galaxy, Yarn star system, 12 hours 70 parts according to the time system of the Radiant civilization

The first echelon of the enemy fleet fired a salvo, and the consciousness dispersed by the Tracking Crystal automatically made a calculation. Four million homing torpedoes. It’s rather weak for such a fleet, which means the Dark Ones have something else in store. Hovering in the glow of the Svetochka combat post, Torbrand contacted the unified circuit of the Guardians:

– Look for hidden enemy forces. I feel the presence of more low energy Entities than we observe. “Daaria” and “Ariste” do not leave the invisibility mode. Destroy the battleships with a torpedo salvo. Strike groups prepare for attack. Reserve wait for my command.

The single command contour was colored with short impulses from the commanders confirming receipt of the order, and the squadron of battleships, spread out in the cosmic night like a gigantic shining necklace, fired a response salvo. The torpedo ocean, rushing at near-light speed, was crushed by a region of extreme gravity that suddenly appeared on the way, and the approaching wave of bursting snake-like silhouettes was replaced by a gigantic flash of many explosions, merging together. Thorbrand sent out a short pulse on the fleet's command frequency, and the strike groups began their attack, instantly taking off at an acceleration thirty times the photon's current speed. The first echelon of the enemy did not have the technological capabilities to prevent the approach and a moment later found itself in the clinch zone. The Shining strike cruisers, using their superior speed, quickly mixed with the enemy's battle formations, and a hot glow of explosions flared up in the middle of the icy vacuum. Streams of antimatter overwhelmed the enemy flotillas, turning multi-deck monsters studded with guns into blinding photon flares, and the number of the first echelon of the enemy fleet began to gradually decline. The second and third echelons of the Dark Ones began to retreat at full speed, demonstrating their intention to find the boundary of the area of ​​\u200b\u200bspace within which the Shining Ones had blocked the possibility of hyperjumping. On the surface this seemed reasonable. The Dark Ones' fleet outnumbered the Shining Ones twenty-fold, which actually meant a complete victory for the Shining Ones, and the enemy admiral saw no point in losing his forces in vain. The first echelon of the Dark, as usual, consisted of representatives of the Black race, the rest of the enemy units belonged to the Grays, so the admiral’s decision to sacrifice Aliens to save his own at first glance looked quite expected.

“The dark ones are planning to lure us into a trap,” Thorbrand’s energy flow carried no emotions. - Let's play along with them. The reserves should begin a flanking maneuver. The task is to bypass the battle, start a pursuit and pin down the enemy’s second echelon in battle. Do not go into a region of space that allows the launch of a quark reaction. Attack!

The reserve strike groups instantly picked up speed and rushed after the retreating enemy. As a result of both attacks, the network of Fleet Guardians merged together spread far beyond the sector, and reports followed almost immediately:

– I see the radiation of a quark charge! One low-power charge installed on a second-tier flagship battleship!

- I confirm! The spectral response is clear. Imitation is excluded.

– Another quark charge on the third-tier flagship! This is a Gray dreadnought, I'll give you the backlight.

– I confirm the compliance of the radiation. The flagship dreadnought has a high-power charge.

– I see the radiation of the Immortal! The Avatar is located on the third-tier dreadnought along with a quark landmine. It is moving at full speed towards the region of free launch of the quark reaction.

“You can’t pursue an immortal,” Thorbrand merged with the general energy flow of the solar system and listened to the radiation emanating from the avatar. – Until a special command, do not pay attention to the third echelon of the enemy. Guardians, is there new data on the hidden forces of the Dark Ones?

“Not yet,” the Guardian from “Daaria”, who heads the general network, answered for everyone. - Are looking for.

The reserve strike groups overtook the second echelon of the Dark Ones, and a second center of battle broke out in deep space. There the overall balance of forces was equal, and the Grays fought fiercely, probably counting on the help of the third echelon. But the third echelon was in no hurry to help and continued its retreat, maintaining a tight battle formation.

– I feel the radio communications of the Dark Ones! “The general network of Guardians sent a report from one of the reserve strike cruisers. – Admirals of the first and second echelons do not ask for support from their naval commander. I don’t see any panic among the Dark Ones.

- I confirm. – In the general network of the Guardians, an impulse arose from a cruiser fighting with the first echelon of the enemy. – Blacks have strong emotional imprints. They are waiting for some event and hoping for victory.

This book is part of a series of books:

Bright thin lines connected both fleets, bringing inexorable death to the waterfowl in concentrated streams of radiant energies. The marching formations of the Delphi transport convoy flared up like many small suns, obscuring the clouds of steam that mediocrely trailed behind the covering warships with clouds of steam that swelled in the place of the destroyed ships.

O Owner! - the Tracker reported, swelling with happiness. - The transport ships of the Delphic Empire are completely destroyed! The guard ships mixed up their battle formations and began a disorderly retreat!

Shshekh stuck out his mandibles contentedly. The waterfowl are panicking. Excellent, just what I needed to get. Demoralized warriors will not show miracles of courage and perseverance. This is what one, but carefully calculated blow means.

Delphi's fleet fired a missile salvo! - continued the Tracker. - They are trying to get out of range of our weapons!

The owner grinned. Apparently, the waterfowl commander completely lost his head from confusion. Only the combat lasers of the great Insectorate can fire an effective salvo at such a distance. Not a single missile will reach the Ince's battle formations; at such a distance they will be shot halfway. The Delphic commander simply doesn't know what to do. Shshekh himself in his situation would have tried to hide behind the star, leaving it between himself and the enemy, thereby gaining time for a hyperjump. A speedy escape is the only thing that would now allow us to save at least some part of the fleet.

The enemy ships began to move towards the sun. Computer analysis shows that they are trying to get out of the line of fire, hiding behind the star! - the Tracker announced maliciously.

Shshekh felt that he was bored.

The fleet should begin pursuit. Fire when ready.

He stretched out lazily in the Guiding Web, wondering if it would be wise to give permission to the left side of his brain to sleep.

The trap was a success, and the outcome of the battle was already a foregone conclusion. His fleet was in close proximity to the star's photosphere, Delphi's fleet was much further away. Moving along a small radius will be faster and more economical than moving along a large radius. Waterfowl can never hide behind the sun. They'll lose several small ships before they realize it. Then their commander will sacrifice the remaining small ships, placing them as a barrier in order to save the large ones, which will leave the battle to go into a hyperjump. In fact, the victory had already been won. The owner looked around the scene of the battle. The Insectorate ships pursued and fired at the waterfowl, gradually rounding the sun; Delphi lost two destroyers and retreated, stupidly snapping at missile salvoes, meaningless at such a distance. What was happening was no longer of any interest to Shshekh. He became absorbed and began to think. After destroying the remnants of the waterfowl fleet, he simulates the departure of his fleet from the system. In fact, he will again hide under the refractive fields, but only further away from the star, and wait for the Commonwealth rescue squadron. He will completely destroy people, cutting off their path to retreat. Then it will poison the planets and leave the system.

To enhance the effect of his triumph, it would be wise to appear before the Queen Mother as quickly as possible, since rumors in space travel at a speed much faster than the speed of the ship. As you know, the new Queen Mother is emotional, she is most generous in the first days after receiving good news, this circumstance should not be neglected. Perhaps he will be granted the right to ascend another thread to the center of the Throne Weave...

O Owner!!! - Half-dead from panic horror, the Tracker pulled him out of his thoughts. - People!!! People are here!!!

Shshekh rushed headlong into the center of the Guiding Web. At the first second, he didn’t believe his facets. Right in the middle of the battle formations of his fleet, warships of the Human Commonwealth appeared literally out of nowhere. For several moments, the Owner looked in a daze at the gray balls of strike cruisers and the bulky cylinders of aircraft carriers emerging around him.

Ambush!!! They are everywhere!!! - the Inferior squealed, and the Weave began to shake, conveying the horror that gripped the crew of the flagship.

The fleet should transfer fire to the Human ships! - the Owner came to his senses. - First salvo against aircraft carriers!

At that moment the People struck. The viewing screens were momentarily lit up with flashes of explosions blooming dangerously close to the flagship cruiser. The automation adjusted the brightness, and Shshekh realized that in an instant he had lost a quarter of the fleet. Some of his ships, obeying orders, tried to find Commonwealth aircraft carriers in the confusion of explosions and debris and attack them, but the time was already lost - everything around was swarming with Human interceptors.

Cancel the attack on enemy aircraft carriers! - This time the Owner did without an intermediary, transmitting his orders to the Lower Ones directly. Time was now of the essence. - Concentrate fire on the Human cruisers!

People fired a second salvo, and everything around was drowned in a roaring ocean of boiling fire and seething clouds of hot gas, which just a second ago were the mighty ships of the Sixth Fleet of the Second Swarm of the Insectorate. The air was filled with screams of pain and panicked cries. Shshekh turned to the Watcher:

Order to the fleet! Engines at maximum power! Immediately break the distance and leave the clinch zone!

The inferior, half dead with horror, frantically rushed to carry out the order. The owner was furious. Commander Delphi has lured his fleet into a trap! People appeared here even before the arrival of the Insectorate ships and all this time they patiently waited for the right moment. Someone predicted Shshekh's train of thought and built a trap. And this someone was not a waterfowl. To uncover such a brilliant plan, you need to have the brain and instinct of a predator, a ruthless killer, and Delphi is not capable of this. So that’s why, after the conclusion of the alliance between the Empire and the Commonwealth, Delphi’s military successes skyrocketed! The conclusion was clear: People are even more dangerous than he expected. They must be destroyed at any cost and as quickly as possible. Left without the Commonwealth, the Delphic Empire will inevitably fall under the power of the joint blows of the Insectorate and the Hegemony.

The Master's flagship cruiser jumped out of the swirling mess and began to pick up speed. Shshekh again took control of communications with the fleet and ordered all Inferiors to cover the flagship before leaving for the hyperjump. Inferiors can be sacrificed: the Insectorate is large and powerful, new Inferiors will hatch, new ships will be built. Now it is necessary to deliver these findings to the Queen Mother, containing information that may prove invaluable.

Suddenly, out of the general chaos of explosions, clouds of debris, boiling fire and hot gas, a matte gray ball of a Commonwealth heavy cruiser emerged. The ball quickly approached, and Shshekh recognized the identification mark engraved on the upper hemisphere of its body. An incomprehensible creature consisting of a round furry body with two black eyes and two large round flat ears that exceed the size of the body. Commonwealth Fleet Flagship Insignia. Right in front of him was the Martial Leader of the Human Race. The owner grabbed onto the weaving of the Guiding Web and literally fired out the command to destroy the enemy. But it was already too late. The matte gray ball obscured all the viewing screens, growing in size. The last thing Shshekh saw was a sterile, cold flash that colored the conning towers of the heavy plasma emitters.

“There is enough light for those who want to see, and enough darkness for those who don’t.”

Chapter first

957600 years ago, four-dimensional layer of the Universe, high-energy space, boundary spiral arm of the Borderline galaxy, Yarn star system, 12 hours 70 parts according to the time system of the Radiant civilization

The first echelon of the enemy fleet fired a salvo, and the consciousness dispersed by the Tracking Crystal automatically made a calculation. Four million homing torpedoes. It’s rather weak for such a fleet, which means the Dark Ones have something else in store. Hovering in the glow of the Svetochka combat post, Torbrand contacted the unified circuit of the Guardians:

– Look for hidden enemy forces. I feel the presence of more low energy Entities than we observe. “Daaria” and “Ariste” do not leave the invisibility mode. Destroy the battleships with a torpedo salvo. Strike groups prepare for attack. Reserve wait for my command.

The single command contour was colored with short impulses from the commanders confirming receipt of the order, and the squadron of battleships, spread out in the cosmic night like a gigantic shining necklace, fired a response salvo. The torpedo ocean, rushing at near-light speed, was crushed by a region of extreme gravity that suddenly appeared on the way, and the approaching wave of bursting snake-like silhouettes was replaced by a gigantic flash of many explosions, merging together. Thorbrand sent out a short pulse on the fleet's command frequency, and the strike groups began their attack, instantly taking off at an acceleration thirty times the photon's current speed. The first echelon of the enemy did not have the technological capabilities to prevent the approach and a moment later found itself in the clinch zone. The Shining strike cruisers, using their superior speed, quickly mixed with the enemy's battle formations, and a hot glow of explosions flared up in the middle of the icy vacuum. Streams of antimatter overwhelmed the enemy flotillas, turning multi-deck monsters studded with guns into blinding photon flares, and the number of the first echelon of the enemy fleet began to gradually decline. The second and third echelons of the Dark Ones began to retreat at full speed, demonstrating their intention to find the boundary of the area of ​​\u200b\u200bspace within which the Shining Ones had blocked the possibility of hyperjumping. On the surface this seemed reasonable. The Dark Ones' fleet outnumbered the Shining Ones twenty-fold, which actually meant a complete victory for the Shining Ones, and the enemy admiral saw no point in losing his forces in vain. The first echelon of the Dark, as usual, consisted of representatives of the Black race, the rest of the enemy units belonged to the Grays, so the admiral’s decision to sacrifice Aliens to save his own at first glance looked quite expected.

“The dark ones are planning to lure us into a trap,” Thorbrand’s energy flow carried no emotions. - Let's play along with them. The reserves should begin a flanking maneuver. The task is to bypass the battle, start a pursuit and pin down the enemy’s second echelon in battle. Do not go into a region of space that allows the launch of a quark reaction. Attack!

The reserve strike groups instantly picked up speed and rushed after the retreating enemy. As a result of both attacks, the network of Fleet Guardians merged together spread far beyond the sector, and reports followed almost immediately:

– I see the radiation of a quark charge! One low-power charge installed on a second-tier flagship battleship!

- I confirm! The spectral response is clear. Imitation is excluded.

– Another quark charge on the third-tier flagship! This is a Gray dreadnought, I'll give you the backlight.

– I confirm the compliance of the radiation. The flagship dreadnought has a high-power charge.

– I see the radiation of the Immortal! The Avatar is located on the third-tier dreadnought along with a quark landmine. It is moving at full speed towards the region of free launch of the quark reaction.

“You can’t pursue an immortal,” Thorbrand merged with the general energy flow of the solar system and listened to the radiation emanating from the avatar. – Until a special command, do not pay attention to the third echelon of the enemy. Guardians, is there new data on the hidden forces of the Dark Ones?

“Not yet,” the Guardian from “Daaria”, who heads the general network, answered for everyone. - Are looking for.

The reserve strike groups overtook the second echelon of the Dark Ones, and a second center of battle broke out in deep space. There the overall balance of forces was equal, and the Grays fought fiercely, probably counting on the help of the third echelon. But the third echelon was in no hurry to help and continued its retreat, maintaining a tight battle formation.

– I feel the radio communications of the Dark Ones! “The general network of Guardians sent a report from one of the reserve strike cruisers. – Admirals of the first and second echelons do not ask for support from their naval commander. I don’t see any panic among the Dark Ones.

- I confirm. – In the general network of the Guardians, an impulse arose from a cruiser fighting with the first echelon of the enemy. – Blacks have strong emotional imprints. They are waiting for some event and hoping for victory.

Catastrophe

“Catastrophe” is the first novel in the “Ancient” series by Sergei Tarmashev. World conflicts and the struggle for resources led to a nuclear disaster.

Humanity was almost completely destroyed, but its remaining representatives were able to escape in bunkers. Over time, when the underground life of people was organized, attempts began to rise to the surface.

Only the most courageous, experienced special forces, including the main character - the brave Thirteenth - could agree to this. Now they will have to survive the nuclear winter and face terrible monsters.

But danger awaits them not only on the surface. A revolution may be about to begin in the bunkers, which has long been planned by a selfish, power-hungry villain. Will the hero be able to prevent the coming disasters?

Corporation

The thirteenth is an experienced and brave special forces soldier, who at one time, together with his team, received an excessively large dose of radiation and was therefore transferred to suspended animation. This method is used only in extreme cases. And he introduced himself two thousand years after the War of Mankind.

The only salvation for humanity was going into outer space. After all, our planet could no longer be safe for further life. Now, so that people can start all over again, it is necessary to deal with the terrible enemy. But who is this opponent: an alien or a man himself? The fate of all humanity is now in the hands of the main character...

War

“War” is the third part of the series about the Ancient One, created by Sergei Tarmashev. The cruel corporation lost the battle with people, but man's troubles do not end there. After all, people always need a new bloody war. The brave special forces soldier Thirteenth and his faithful comrades will have to become the savior of civilization and help the survivors find peace again.

“War” is a book in which Tarmashev finally moves from the genre of post-apocalyptic fiction to the genre of space opera. Fans will get to know many interesting alien races, vivid battle scenes and a dynamic, exciting plot.

Invasion

In the 4th novel of the famous science fiction series “The Ancient One,” Sergei Tarmashev gives his fans the opportunity to learn a lot of interesting things about representatives of each of the races who participated in the War of Those Who Came After.

The continuation of the story is as exciting as the events of the previous books. However, here the writer touches on the serious problems of humanity: the love of imitation of life, the departure from true values... And only the invasion forces people to remember again what it means to be human and to fight for their future, for their children.

Pay

The new book from the “Ancient” series will surprise science fiction fans with the incredible speed of plot development. An almost defenseless group of people will be powerless against the aggression of an invisible enemy.

Countless victims throughout the galaxy, armies of aggressors... It seems that the world is completely destroyed and victory will be with the enemy. But literally at the last second, a hero who is able to withstand the hordes of the enemy returned to the scene.

Renaissance

Although the revival of the human race is only a matter of time, victory over the enemy is still a long way off. The galactic war has reached unimaginable proportions. To get to the Commonwealth of the Delphi and Human races, the Alien armies incinerate everything in their path.

Only the aerospace forces of the Commonwealth were able to resist the enemy, which resolutely defended themselves and boldly repelled attacks on the Galaxy. Everyone expects that the victorious battle is about to begin, but in the interplanetary confrontation the unexpected suddenly happens...

Hour of Retribution

The leader of the human race, Alex the Thirteenth, is well aware of the price of victory and has perfectly mastered the lessons of history. He realizes that the enemy can take on any form and deliver a fatal blow at the moment when you least expect it...

In order to prevent tragedy, the Commander intends to disrupt the world order of things and learn the secret laws of the Universe. But someday you will have to pay for unlimited power...

Dark

Dawn of Darkness

In the world of Parna there are endless seas-oceans, steep mountains with snow-capped peaks, spacious plains and deserts. And this world is divided into light and dark parts. Various races live on the light side: gnomes, elves, orcs, k'zirds and people. And on the dark side live the necromos, who mainly live in the gloomy Nekros. These lands were cursed in the past by the gods, and no one managed to return from them. This region is like a black hole that sucks out all living things and does not let anyone back out.

People in Parna have magical abilities - a great gift from God. In some these abilities are weakly expressed, in others they are stronger. The most powerful magician is White. Every nation would like such a ruler. The main wizard of Nekros is the Black Knight, the most terrible and cruel. Once every twenty decades he comes to people to destroy everything around them. And soon the hour of war is coming, on which the fate of everyone will depend.

Glow of Darkness

"Darkness Glow" is a continuation of the story "Darkness Dawning". In the 2nd part of the series, fans will witness a Terrible and Bloody War. K'Zirds, orcs, necromos, humans and seafaring Varks are ready to do anything.

Will they be able to save Parn? What will happen to King Tragr and Princess Ailani? Fans of epic scenes and unusual tactical moves will be interested to know how it all ends...

Decline of Darkness

Sergei Tarmashev managed to create an amazing world, which is based on his personal views on life and the universe. Here the orcs are generous, decent, ready to give their lives for their lands and for the glory of them, people - on the contrary, are insignificant, vicious, greedy and ready to betray in order to save themselves, and the gods no longer want to help them, because they do not consider them worthy of it.

In the novel “Decline of Darkness,” fans of the series can expect dynamic plot development, a huge number of battle scenes, interesting characters, a love line and, of course, the fight against evil. But how to defeat him if everyone in the world is divided, hordes of enemies are coming from everywhere, and it is impossible to trust anyone?

End of darkness

When an important battle, on the outcome of which the future of everyone will depend, is inevitable, the most unimaginable alliances and alliances begin to be organized. But the cunning of enemies who play a double game also increases significantly. How can you now find out who is a friend and who is an enemy?

The famous warrior Traerg and the strongest sorceress Ailani not only decide to join forces, but their alliance grows into something else. But the future depends not only on them. Will Human magicians be willing to take risks to save the noble Orcs in the confrontation with the K’zird? After all, spells are opposed by the deathly spells of a much more powerful enemy! Is it possible to defeat the demons of Nekros, how to escape from the merciless Golems? Will the end of darkness come?

Area

Infection

In the vicinity of the small town of Ukhta, a mysterious space object collapsed, due to which the entire territory turned into a Zone. The zone exists according to its own principles: creepy mutants live here and mysterious anomalies occur, and from time to time artifacts with magical properties appear. Of course, there are adventurous and brave stalkers who risk everything to enter the zone to study it and find artifacts.

The main character - Ivan Berezov or Fog - joins the fighters who protect the zone from illegal infiltrations and prevent terrible creatures from leaving the Zone into the ordinary world. What will he have to face in such an unusual service?

The price of greed

The Mysterious Zone extends across Taiga Square near the tiny town of Ukhta. Frightening creatures live in the Area - Unki, Porcupines, Zombies, life-threatening anomalies regularly occur here, and its entire existence cannot be explained from the point of view of physics.

But there is something that can calm the fear of the Area - greed. Kamikazes, who make their living by carrying metamorphites out of the Area, regularly try to penetrate the Zone. Only the Special Operations Squad is able to protect our world from creatures from the Zone.

Doomed

In the 3rd part of the “Area” series, the main character, nicknamed “Fog”, will have to find himself in the most terrible Red Zone, where the probability of dying is approaching 100%.

Ivan faces 3 missions at once: to find the person who developed the foreign laboratory in the Yellow Zone, to find documents that are important for all people in the Area and to return his beloved Lavender.

In this part of the series, fans will finally be able to find answers to the main questions about the creation of the Area, its system and the new dangers it contains.

Erased from life

After Areal survived the fall of a nuclear bomb, life there changed dramatically. The old rules are no longer in effect, and new ones have not yet been developed. To understand how the world works now sometimes you have to take mortal risks. But even the most cruel rules can be adapted. With time…

Everyone seemed to have gone crazy. And how can Bear and his team survive in such conditions? Especially if they started hunting you...

State within a state

The fifth part of the “Area” series will tell readers about a special operations squad inside the yellow zone. Together with brave guys live scientists who conduct crazy experiments.

Was it a coincidence that the life of a crippled gymnast, stolen from the mainland, and the life of a major suddenly intersected? The girl was not the only one who suffered a similar fate at a time when scientists had a chance to defeat Areal. Who was interested in this?

Die beautifully

The area is an unusual place that can change one’s destiny forever and help one gain unlimited power, health and money. But anyone who dares to choose this path will face dependence. Along with his acquisitions, he will also receive destructive anomalies, and encounters with rabid creatures and mutants from parallel worlds can result in death.

The efforts of scientists to explore the anomalous zone provoke the ire of government officials and the criminal world, who themselves want to take possession of this resource. The inhabitants of the Area become unwitting participants in this confrontation. Terrible events are very close, and now only Major Pletnev’s team can resolve the situation. But will the heroes be able to fight the unknown?

There is safety in numbers

The habitat is a territory in which too many secrets are kept. What if someone knows more than others about the Cataclysm and the nuclear bomb that hit the epicenter, and is doing everything to hide it all?

In the difficult game that the heads of various departments play among themselves, ordinary people act as pawns. Therefore, the invisible hand of Area interferes in the lives of ordinary Muscovites. And who knows what might await them now...

What goes around

The OSOP base has been destroyed. Opponents cannot get enough of it, anticipating profit, and the Area, filled with monsters, plans to take new lives for itself. But the main characters do not give up so easily. They will meet their enemies in full combat readiness and will enter the last battle of the all-consuming anomaly. Perhaps thanks to this, the stench of evil will finally be dispelled...

For many years, readers have explored the Zone together with their favorite characters. We visited abandoned laboratories and monster lairs, met scary creatures and zombies. In the last novel, the author will tell all the secrets of this place...

Heritage

Heritage

In his new book, Sergei Tarmashev decides to touch upon a very pressing problem of our time - the impact of genetically modified products on human health and the environment.

This novel is a discussion on the topic of a potential apocalypse, moreover, created by human hands, because the catalyst will be the direct activity of humanity itself.

Well, where would we be without monsters, battles and the search for the saving “Legacy”? Fans of the post-apocalypse genre can expect a full set of attributes of a wonderful novel on this topic.

Legacy 2

The second part of Sergei Tarmashev’s novel “Heritage” tells about what is happening in the Russian Federation two hundred years after the largest environmental disaster. And at the center of the plot is the main character who desperately believes in the infallibility of the country's leader.

Will humanity really perish and there is no chance of salvation? Are GMOs really the death of all life on the planet?

This is a novel-call, a book-warning. And the writer is sounding the alarm so that people finally begin to think about what they eat, who creates this food and how. After all, from a small spark a huge flame appears, a flame of hope.

Cold

Impending doom

Two centuries ago, humanity began an active and inevitable movement towards death, and all because of the carelessness and greed of people. So, the Earth slowly but surely began to become covered with ice. Plus temperature is now an incredible luxury. Those who were able to survive in such conditions face a terrible fate - death from the cold.

The main character, self-interested Mike, lives in New America and goes on an expedition to the Arctic Circle to save the planet and win fame and honor. But will he be able to survive in such terrible conditions? Who would have imagined that they would find salvation where they did not expect it at all - from the Siberian savages...

Ice Infinity

The book is part of the fascinating “Cold” series. A natural disaster provoked what could have been expected for a long time - irreversible shifts in the Earth's climate. A terrible cold reigned on the planet, and in the previously not warm Siberia, the frosts became unbearable - temperatures here reach 1000 Celsius. It would seem impossible to survive in such conditions, but people somehow managed to adapt to it...

African-American Mike finds himself in frosty Siberia with a specific purpose. He came here for help. He doesn’t like the fact that he is forced to rely on the mercy of Russian savages, and Mike doesn’t really like the savages themselves: they’re all tall, slender, attractive, fair-haired, extremely polite - surely they’re mutants? Next to them, the main character feels inferior. They have unique knowledge, superhuman endurance, and cutting-edge medical technology. A man cannot bring himself to trust these people, but he also cannot deprive himself of their help. It is necessary to launch the Reactor, this is the only chance to escape.

Cold breath

When the planet is doomed to death from unbearable cold, and the last inhabitants have already resigned themselves to their inevitable fate, hope begins to fade. The climate reactor, which contains the last particles of heat, is under the control of mutants and cannot help stop the coming catastrophe.

To save New America, the chosen ones decide to turn to the brave savage from Siberia Svyatogor and Mike Butler, an inhabitant of the civilized world. Now the heroes have to overcome dangerous obstacles, reach the emergency control point and restore the heat supply. But the managers did not take into account one point - the ancient enemy was already preparing for revenge that would shake the entire planet...

Oyunsu

Oyunsu Hotel

The book “Hotel Oyunsu” is Sergei Tarmashev’s first attempt to test his strength in the horror genre.

A festive company of wealthy young people, looking contemptuously at those to whom fate has not been so financially generous, decides to celebrate the New Year in an original way. One of the guys invites everyone to go to the Oyunsu eco-hotel, which has recently started operating in the Siberian taiga. And then the parties began: alcohol, dancing, music...

But suddenly strange things begin to happen, and then corpses are discovered... It soon becomes known that the hotel is connected with a mystical ancient curse, and the mountain is not at all a harmless ski slope...

Purgatory

Purgatory

If anyone has the power to destroy humanity, it is man himself. The terrible virus, on which the Nazi doctor Wilman worked for a long time, was released from a test tube. The results of this were catastrophic. Most people simply died, and many turned into bloodthirsty creatures who adore rain and hate fire. Those who were not affected by the terrible epidemic are hiding in bunkers to try to survive.

The only one who is able to rid the planet of the virus is doctor Ivanov, who has all the necessary data about the antivirus. In order for Ivanov to get to the command post, he must be accompanied by captain Alexei Kharitonov. This will be a very dangerous and difficult path for both of them.

Purgatory. The final

A terrible virus escaped from the laboratory and wiped out almost all of humanity. The survivors sooner or later turn into bloodthirsty creatures. The world began to resemble a post-apocalyptic desert. In order not to die, it is necessary to hide in underground shelters, but it is impossible to live there forever...

The final novel of the Purgatory saga brought together all the characters. Which hero will die? Who can overcome the trials? Everyone is trying to escape from the contaminated places and strive to get to Gotland: this is where there is a chance to find salvation by revealing the secrets of the researcher Wilman.

But who will be the lucky one? And will they really have a cure in their hands? Will it not be worse than the epidemic itself?

Ancient. Background

Ancient. Background. Book one

If you are a fan of books about the Ancient One, then this novel will definitely appeal to you. This first part of the backstory will reveal many points that were previously unsaid and incomprehensible. But this series should be read only by those who are already familiar with the main works dedicated to this hero.

In this book, the writer will talk about Thirteen's childhood and youth, as well as his personal philosophy.

Ancient. Background. Book two

In the continuation of the famous science fiction novel by Sergei Tarmashev, the confrontation between the Dark and Light worlds becomes more and more cruel and desperate. The Shining Race is actively resisting the onslaught of enemies - avatars, who are controlled by Dark rulers, confident of their 100% victory. But will they really succeed?

Ancient. Background. Book three

The Shining Race does not give up and continues to fight against countless enemy armies and their immortal rulers, who constantly change their avatars. They are not afraid of death; death in battle for them is only the loss of expensive equipment. Only the warriors of the Shining Ones leave this world forever, but they also do not experience “fear.” And there are reasons for this...

And its readers will find in the fate of the famous true Ace - Thorbrand, whose life is aimed at only one goal - to take revenge on everyone for the main loss. And he understands that the hour of a bloody battle will soon come...

Ancient. Background. Book Four

"Ancient. Background. Book Four is the latest novel about the premises of the saga about the brave fighter Thirteen. In it, readers will learn a lot of interesting things about the past of the main characters. An important battle between the forces of light - the civilization of the Shining Ones - and the cunning and selfish dark races awaits them.

Behind the fascinating events of the novel - chases, battles and wars - lies a deep philosophical meaning. What is the most important thing in life: family, homeland, tribe or love? By the way, the romantic theme in the book is revealed from an unusual side: no one could have thought that even the dark ones could experience this bright feeling.

Worlds and wars of Sergei Tarmashev

To each his own 2

After mutual nuclear strikes on August 29, 2111, chaos ensued on the planet. Cities have been destroyed, there is no more water in the rivers, trees, houses and roads have been wiped off the face of the earth. The sun is no longer visible due to radioactive dust. It seems that in the absence of states and governments, everyone is now only for themselves.

But those who hid underground cannot be saved without special training or reasonable guidance. Just how to distinguish the future savior of people from a crazy marauder? Colonel Brilev, who has captured a spacious bunker, is in no hurry to open the doors to a new group of desperate people. The entrance ticket will not be cheap for Captain Porfiryev...

To each his own

Civilization has been destroyed and the infrastructure no longer works. All important strategic objects have been destroyed and the destruction of less important ones begins.

Those in power have ahead of time created underground bunkers for themselves, and the remaining groups of survivors are hiding in shelters, the safest of which has always been considered the capital’s metro. But won't it become an underground trap?...

One of the group of survivors has a rescue plan. But this plan is not for everyone...

Illusions

Since ancient times, our solar system has been located in the Neutral Territories. Many millennia ago, the Ancient Races protected it from attacks by profit-hungry aliens, so that nothing would interfere with the development of earthly civilization. Since then, the rule of non-interference has been implemented 100%, and its violators will face a harsh fate...

But the resources of the solar system continue to be a desired target for greedy outsiders. For many centuries, they have been selecting the most greedy and vicious earthlings, who gladly carry out any instructions for the sake of the desired reward: money and influence. Working against them are the Awakened - carriers of the Ancient Blood, armed with secret knowledge, who are saving their Homeland from capture.

Thirst for Power

Galactic battles full of dangerous adventures and sophisticated political intrigues! The struggle of civilizations for the throne, in which one can do anything to win...

The Imperial Race has begun. There is only one condition: the Emperor must be a representative of another Galaxy. The trapping network of zero-transitions will give access to portals, and civilizations that would like to find the Emperor will have one imperial day at their disposal. This time the Trap Net pointed to the Earth...