I really can't believe that Dingdang would hand over such great authority to Lilina.
Although I have always stayed away from the mind-numbing conceptual knowledge of occultism, I still know a lot about God after spending so much time with him.
The target's resurrection is definitely not something that can be accomplished in the game with a flash of golden light after ten seconds of reading - it has already touched upon the limitations of the world and even the prerogatives of the gods.
That is to say, under normal circumstances, only the true God has the authority to give new life to the dead at will. In addition, even the agents of the gods need to go through layers of approval before they can do such things that violate the rules. Of course, under normal circumstances
As the agents of God, I am sure they are all great masters who are prosperous in front of God. Similar approvals can be easily obtained...
But seeing how Lilina resurrected more than a dozen Protos warriors with just one sentence, how dare Qing Dingdang give such great privileges to this vicious-tongued pseudo-loli?
Is it because I can't personally intervene in this incident, but can only let my agent "supervise" and act as thugs from the side, so I try every means to take advantage of the loopholes in the rules to enhance our strength?
Dingdang, your God is so... so awesome!
"This girl is our most powerful Priestess," my voice brought Zeratul back to his senses, who was busy talking to his kin who had just come back from the dead. "She can give new life to the dead - with the help of the gods
It uses the power of God to achieve miracles, so you don’t have to worry about the side effects of such a resurrection.”
"The powerful and mysterious Emperor Xiling, please accept my sincere respect and gratitude——"
Zeratul put his hand on his chest and showed me solemn courtesy, but I stopped his movement.
"Now we have more important things to solve, such as the more than 10 million bugs outside."
When I led the fully rejuvenated Protos warriors and Zeratul to the small square in front of the temple, the battle here was still continuing.
The bugs seemed to be endless, launching uninterrupted suicidal attacks in a monotonous but most stressful way. The surging magical energy filled the air, constantly igniting several specific chemicals in the bodies of the bugs that rushed towards them.
In response, a thick layer of corpse fragments was covered outside the arcane barrier covering the entire temple, so that the magisters and Xiling soldiers of Azeroth had to use flame nova or psionic pulse to evaporate again and again.
To remove these disgusting "carpets", because in order to consolidate the defense line, the Scorpion soldiers, who were originally best at charging in such close-range melees, could not leave their positions at will, but had to transform into semi-fixed forts one by one, sinking their mechanical joints deep into the ground.
Inserted into the ground, the photon cannon on the tail is fully fired, firing freely at the enemy group like a catharsis.
They are really full of resentment towards long-range attacks.
"Sigh, casting spells is really a laborious job... I don't want to learn magic anymore."
Qianqian suddenly muttered something like this next to me, which made me very curious, but following her gaze, I must admit that casting spells is really a laborious task...
Two tauren shamans stood back to back near the arcane shield, holding air hammers (don't ask me why primitive tools like air hammers appear in the equipment provided by the Xiling people!) on the ground.
At a glance, there were already several totem poles with mysterious runes engraved on the ground crookedly inserted on the ground beside them.
I admit that the crystal ground here is indeed too solid, but is it really okay for you to drill holes in the ground of other temples? In Azeroth, where there are no air hammers and electric drills, what are these guys called shamans?
How did you fight, you bastard!
Later I found out that these shamans usually use their affinity for the earth elements to arrange totems. Unfortunately, in this crypt full of alien crystals, those elements are not interested in them at all. These shamans think it is normal.
The illustration method is not as reliable as a pneumatic hammer...
"It's time to leave."
Looking at the huge swarm of insects pushing and approaching outside the shield, I took a long breath, concentrated my energy, and prepared to directly use the map AOE to burn the entire crypt.
"Just leave it to me."
Lilina suddenly took a step forward, interrupting my movement. I noticed that her face was still a little unnatural, but more of a stubborn look.
"It was so embarrassing just now, now I must get it back - in the name of the goddess!"
Our Priestess said through gritted teeth.
Just save some face for your goddess! Has Dingdang never sorted out his teachings?
"The number of insect swarms here is quite large. With our current combat power, it may be difficult for us to successfully break through."
Zeratul still habitually used conventional combat methods to analyze our strength, and then came to the above conclusion, but Lilina just curled her lips and slowly closed her eyes.
The secret fluctuations gradually spread.
That is not energy. I can be 100% sure. It is like some kind of idea, or to be more precise, some kind of "meaning", with Lilina as the center, spreading in all directions. If we really want to describe the reality of this spreading
What is it? It's like the vision brought to you when the light spreads. It makes you feel vaguely happy when the breeze blows. Everyone can feel that there is something wandering here but no one can explain it clearly.
What kind of feeling is that, divine magic, the ultimate "magic" that cannot be described by conventional words? This is also the first time I have seen Lilina fully display her power after fully integrating this divine body.
Curiosity made me hold my breath and wait for the miracle to happen.
On the surface, this process has no gorgeous lights and shadows, and no complicated rituals. It is smooth and uneventful. There is only an increasingly substantial green light wandering on Lilina's hair that has turned into emerald green, and little bits of fluorescence are coming from it.
The latter is fluttering in the hair, like... if I say it, it will affect the beauty.
After a long time, Lilina opened her eyes and said gently to the insects: "You are dead."
Then, ten million Zerg really died.
You can't understand the huge impact this silent scene brings to people. The boundless tide of insects that was surging crazily a second ago and attacking the temple with overwhelming force instantly turned into a still picture under the power of a word, and then...
In slow motion, he slowly lowered himself to the ground and closed his eyes peacefully at the same time.
Although it is quite contrary and full of curiosity to say this, I really have the impression that these Zerg races are like children who fall asleep obediently under their mother's orders, but give up without any resistance because of Lilina's order.
took his own life.
I quietly watched Lilina floating in the air from behind, and suddenly felt that I should really get to know this person who always has a vicious tongue and a sinister image...
"Haha! You are screwed~ You dared to embarrass me just now, now you are screwed! Let me tell you! I am the chief priest of the goddess of life! In the name of the goddess... well, it hurts!"
I knocked Lilina out of the air with a knife, and then clamped this imageless pseudo-loli under my arm, sweating profusely.
I shouldn't have any normalized assumptions about these abnormal people around me!
"You girl, you obviously have such a powerful ultimate move, why didn't you use it earlier?"
After recovering from the weird scene just now, I remembered to ask Lilina, since there is such a heaven-defying magic that can kill tens of millions of Zerg in an instant, how much time could she have saved us if she had used it earlier!
"I was scared at first and couldn't concentrate," Lilina admitted honestly, "and there is an upper limit to the magic of commanding death. There were too many bugs just now. Even if I use magic, I can't kill them. The law can
There is no compromise, if it is established, it is established, if it is not established, it is not established, but it will not happen that all the bugs are half dead due to the failure of the magic... Hey, put me down!"
Only then did Lilina finally realize the embarrassing fact that she was trapped under her armpit, and she danced her way out of my clutches.
Forget it, let's just believe this guy - I mean believe that she was scared. This guy is just a tough talker. It's not easy for her to admit that she was scared too.
"We can go now."
I reached out and touched Zeratul, who had turned into a stone sculpture. The latter shivered involuntarily, and then he realized that the Zerg that had besieged his people for several days were now all dead.
Then comes the deeper horror and awe of these mysterious races that have human appearance but are incredibly powerful, especially the harmless "emperor" who has been playing soy sauce from beginning to end. If even he
A little "Priestess" around her has the power to destroy tens of millions of Zerg with just one sentence, so how powerful should she be?
We gathered three teams, with the scorpion soldiers as the vanguard, and hundreds of Xiling soldiers guarding the rear and flanks, and quickly moved to the exit of the cave. The ground along the way was densely covered with Zerg corpses, and there was no trace of Zerg corpses on them.
There are no scars, and it can even be said that every cell in the body is intact. This way of death makes Zeratul find it quite puzzling. He does not understand that "setting the attribute of a target to death" sounds like a fantasy.
What is the principle of something.
"Is this where you came in?"
Zeratul asked with a surprised expression on his face when he saw us arriving at the entrance of the Crystal Jungle without any worries and preparing to enter.
"Yeah, is there a problem?"
Zeratul hesitated for a moment before explaining: "In fact... the real exit of the crypt is somewhere else. This crystal jungle is one of the temple's defense systems. After the temple is activated, the entire crystal jungle will generate energy.
Resonance, unless it is a 'god warrior' with a shield, ordinary life will immediately die of this resonance as soon as it enters the jungle... This should be a very dangerous defensive barrier."
I was stunned, and then I didn't know what expression to put on my face: "The defense system, indeed, it makes our communicator difficult to use... but we have a more powerful... uh, communicator."
The general Xiling units have psionic shields that are far superior to the gods, and those of us who don't use psionic shields are all superhuman beings outside the specifications. The defensive capabilities of this Crystal Jungle are really a joke.
Hearing my words, I couldn't see Zeratul's expression hidden under his mask, but the expressions on the faces of the dozens of warriors he brought... By the way, did Protus have a hard time?
It didn't take long for us to pass through this huge crystal jungle smoothly. As soon as we entered the familiar black cave passage, the emergency communication from the mothership suddenly cut into the channel.
"Proteus Fleet?"
After receiving the message from the captain who stayed behind on the mothership, I was slightly surprised, and then turned my searching eyes to Zeratul.
"What happened?"
Zeratul naturally couldn't hear our conversation on the spiritual level, but saw my sudden change in expression and my gaze on myself, so he asked curiously.
"The fleet we are staying in orbit is surrounded by a large number of Protos fleets. It seems that the opponent is coming menacingly."
"Fleet?" Zeratul was also surprised. "Shakuras has never sent a fleet here. If possible, I hope to meet the commander of that 'gods' fleet."
"Adjutant, prepare to accept the space coordinates, we are going back."
A few minutes later, we had teleported back to the mothership through space, and other landing troops who were exploring the planet and the research ships that had begun scanning the Protos temples were ordered to stand by.
"Huh-" I whistled and sighed as I looked at the distant fleet image displayed on the holographic projection, "This scale is really big."
The direction of Qianqian's sigh was obviously different from mine: "Wow! Protos's warships are so gleaming! Arjun Arjun! Let's knock them down and sell them for iron!"
Many times, I don't know what attitude I should have towards Qianqian's sudden weird remarks. This girl seems to be serious about every unreliable question, and when she looks very serious
...the thought usually wouldn't survive in her mind for more than three minutes.
The captain of the mothership has already sorted out the enemy's intelligence and presented it to us. The numbers displayed on it made me completely convinced that the other party was not here for friendly consultations.
The three largest warships led by the enemy are all concentrated in front of our mothership. They have a majestic figure of nearly thirty kilometers. There are very wide openings under the streamlined golden alloy shell, and through these they are covered with protective force fields.
Through the opening, you can vaguely see the automatic robots and assembly line-like production lines that are constantly shuttling inside. Its rounded main structure is full of shield generators emitting blue light. This thing should be the legendary Proton
Thos aircraft carrier?
It is said that these things were modified from the heavy-duty factories of the "Protoss". Although I don't know whether this statement is true, but if you put aside the out-of-standard warships of the Xiling Empire, such a mothership is indeed worthy of admiration - and there is no
I thought that Protos' high-end warships were also moving towards the design direction of "mobile military city", but the Xiling people were more thorough in this regard.
In the open space behind these three huge warships, there are thousands of shuttle-shaped warships hovering. Their size is much smaller than that of aircraft carriers, only about a few kilometers in length, and their front ends are composed of several bends.
It is composed of a structure that looks like a mechanical arm. Through the scanning of the Eternal-class mothership host computer, we found that this thing has a fairly complete energy gathering module. Based on its structural strength, the mothership host computer made "This kind of battleship can be used for a long time."
After gathering energy, it has the power to damage the Xiling battleship", setting it as the second threat target after the "Protoss" aircraft carrier. Each such enemy ship has at least three targets on its image.
Aiming box with "Lock" written on it.
After excluding these relatively threatening targets, there are still about a few thousand Protos warships left. They are all weird spacecraft that we cannot recognize at a glance. It seems that we have to rely on the experience gained in the game to judge.
Real StarCraft units are still impossible. Although these weird spaceships are huge in number, they have been classified as non-threatening targets by the mothership host: they are basically things that can be defeated by individual fighters.
"Isn't it your spaceship?" I turned to ask Zeratul, who showed no fake expression at all. He shook his head and said, "The spaceships from Shakuras will have the unique mark of our Dark Templar."
"Put me through the public channel."
I frowned and ordered the captain to connect with the other party.
A Protos commander with a thin face wearing an alloy armor appeared on the holographic projection.
"Blasphemer! You actually set foot on this sacred land of your ancestors without permission! And you disturbed the tranquility of the holy land! You must pay the price for this!"
As soon as he opened his mouth, the Protos commander said such words in a rather stern tone that made me a little confused.
"Uh... It seems that you are hostile to us, but it seems that we have not destroyed the Protos ruins on this planet, right? The ones doing the damage here are the Zerg, and they have been eliminated by us. You should feel sorry for me
Just be grateful."
What I said was the truth, but it attracted a disdainful sneer from the other party: "Humph, what an arrogant statement! See for yourself what your soldiers are doing to the palace of our ancestors!? And you also stole the indestructible item
Artifact - don't try to quibble, I can feel the power of the artifact calling out to its true owner in your fleet... hand it over!"
I turned my head and looked at Zeratul. There was no doubt that the other person was referring to the thing that Zeratul was currently carrying.
"My compatriots, it seems that you have misunderstood these foreign friends," Zeratul did not shirk his responsibility and walked to the communication device and said, "The artifact is still in the hands of Protos. My warriors and I
I just accepted the rescue from these friends and temporarily stayed on their spaceship."
"Dark Templar Zeratul!" After seeing Zeratul suddenly appear in front of the communication device, the other party immediately showed a somewhat surprised expression, and it sounded that even Zeratul, a fellow member of the same race, could not make him
The tone of this unfamiliar Commander Protus softened at all.
"Zeratu, I am Pros, the Executor from Tal'darim. Why are you with these aliens who have invaded the Holy Land?!"
As soon as I heard that the other party was someone affiliated with Tal'darim, I felt like I was in trouble.
This is the most xenophobic tribe in the entire Protoss! Their stubbornness and disdain for smaller races are famous, and more importantly, these somewhat neurotic violent elements don’t seem to care much about Zeratul.
Cold - they have always regarded the Dark Templar as heretics!