The cold green curved light warblade that focused on the anger and hatred of Dark Templar Senhan was retracted as fast as when it struck. In the blink of an eye, with a gentle push from the attacker, the Arbitrator was powerless
The body fell heavily onto the obsidian floor dotted with emeralds, leaving his flesh and blood bruised and blood splattering.
"Farewell, Arbitrator...the void will cleanse your sinful soul so that you can rest in the presence of Adun."
All eyes were instantly focused on the owner of the cold words, who was a dark templar wearing an indigo night robe. He was stepping on the gorgeous chair where the arbiter was sitting, speaking with elegance.
He took back the psychic blade in his hand with a gesture. As soon as the dark purple blood that originally belonged to the Arbiter fell on the blade, it was frozen by the void energy surrounding him.
"I am Orega, and I am the Blade of Sagulath."
The hum and screams of the psychic blade burning the air sounded at the same time, and many dark templar warriors appeared in the shadows, mercilessly swinging their blades at the former templar brothers. Orega's darkness
Templars all wear terrifying hydraliskull masks or cover their faces with purple veils, and their robes are painted with the green scythe emblem of the Nerazim protoss.
"Protect the Arbitrator!"
Guarding the Arbitrator's Court and the Supreme Council are also unstoppable warriors. They mobilize the psychic power in their bodies to activate fiery psychic blades or wield their battle axes and swords to face the sudden appearance of the Dark Templar.
The Arbiter's Court is filled with the flashes of blue and green swords clashing with each other.
The Dark Templar and the Templar were silent even in their fury. They fought with fighting skills that took dozens or even hundreds of years to master. Every blow was carried out by the sword, and the dangers were everywhere, like a scene.
The drawn-out war mime.
Some council guards in red robes and gold armor fell to the ground, their bodies gradually dissipating in the light of the armor crystal array, while the dead Dark Templar warriors were overwhelmed by the surging void energy.
"Why did the Dark Templar appear here? How could they get in? Zeratul betrayed us! He betrayed us!" an arbiter who was escaping from his seat in embarrassment shouted with all his strength, attracting many people.
The black mist and shadows extending like lightning headed straight towards him.
"Templar..."
A Dark Templar warrior who appeared in the darkness neatly beheaded the Arbitrator. The three powerful hearts of the protoss pumped out a large amount of deep purple blood from the neat incisions on the neck. The scene was extremely bloody.
There are flashing phantoms of Dark Templar warriors and interlocking psychic blades everywhere. Countless shining crystals, gems and ingenious crafts are shattered in the overflowing psychic waveforms.
Obviously, the main hunting target of the Dark Templar following Orega is the Arbitrator. In a short period of time, four of the twelve Arbitrators present were killed. The Dark Templar's attack was unstoppable and unstoppable.
No mercy, always a fatal blow.
Although many of these Arbiters were masters of the Way of Kara in their prime, their bodies are now aging and sluggish. Their elegant and luxurious clothing and complicated accessories are heavier than armor, but cannot provide plasma shields for the Arbiters.
With even a shred of protection, they were as fragile as babies in front of the Dark Templar masters.
"Warriors, protect the Arbitrator." Tassadar took a few steps forward, feeling extremely distressed and anxious at the bloody scenes of fratricide killing all around him.
Tassadar reacted quickly, knowing that the first priority was to repel the enemies who had sneaked into the Arbiter's Court, and then find out what happened. He immediately said to the dozen high-ranking Templars who were guarding him: "
follow me!"
"As you wish." The high-ranking templars lit their psychic blades and waited for the order.
"Teacher, let me repel them." Artanis, who was standing aside, had already ignited his psychic blade and was preparing to join the battle with Tassadar.
"You stay." Tassadar's words made Artanis faint. He called a group of heroic governors and executors: "Phoenix, Talandar, Urlan, Moyo, Ari
Das, let’s work together to kill the enemy.”
"I..." Artanis also wanted to fight with his teacher.
"Take your men to protect Augustus. They are no match for the Dark Templar." Tassadar's words left Artanis with no complaints. No matter what, the protoss would never want their human friends to
Hurt.
Tassadar first lit the blade and rushed to the seat where the arbiters were. One of the psychic blades he held was said to be a magic weapon that Adon had used, and the other was given to him by the dark patriarch Zeratul himself.
The Dark Templar Master Blade.
At the same time, Augustus also gave Tassadar a P-20 electromagnetic pistol, which was pinned under the Executor's tabard - although this pistol was useless in the war between the protoss.
That's just a gift given by humans.
Augustus always believed that when psychic powers failed to work, guns would definitely come in handy.
If Fenix is already the most valiant warrior among the protoss, then Tassadar's prowess is even more impressive. With just one move, the Dark Templar warriors who tried to stop or kill him fell to the ground.
No one can stop him.
"Why did the Supreme Council neglect to take precautions against the Dark Templar warriors they hated, and allowed them to sneak into important places so casually?" Augustus stood up, paying attention to the Dark Templar warriors who might appear around him at any time.
He asked Artanis next to him.
"This is not normal." Artanis walked towards Augustus, followed by two protoss, one was Selendis in a dark blue robe like night, and the other was the Zealot Kaldaris
.
"There are countless detectors hovering over the vast area outside the Arbitrator's Court. The focusing lenses of these loyal El Sentinels are enough to detect movements at the molecular level and even all camouflage stealth units, and the detection system inside the court
It can also make all enemies in an invisible posture invisible." Artanis said.
"There must be something wrong with the detection device..."
"Impossible. Since these detection equipment are sophisticated enough and large in number, it is impossible for them to make errors on a large scale at the same time. Someone must have let them in." Augustus said directly:
"There must be a mole, and he must be a member of the Arbitrator class, otherwise he would not be able to obtain the authority to control these detection equipment."
"Who? No, this is impossible. The Arbitrator class will never betray and collude with a heinous butcher like Orega." Artanis's first reaction was to agree with what Augustus said, but he wanted to
After thinking about it, I overturned this view.
"There are Dark Templar warriors coming this way." At this time, Renault suddenly shouted loudly towards Augustus.
Between the luxurious seats, two dark templar warriors were moving towards here with ghostly steps. They were both women, fast and dexterous.
Gusi
"Caldarius," Artanis said to his best friend.
Without saying anything more, Kaldaris had already narrowed his remaining right eye, ignited his psychic blade and faced the two dark templars. He found and slashed forward with a forward step.
He knocked down one of the powerful Shadow Masters, and cut off the staff of another Dark Templar Warblade with a fierce attack.
Kaldaris just stood there, and the Dark Templar were overwhelmed by his power.
"Wow, this guy is really good." Renault praised Caldaris.
"Kaldaris, my most ferocious zealot." Artanis responded.
"What bad luck, I knew this was a trap." Renault stared at the surroundings with cold eyes and said afterward.
Reno's pistol was already loaded. This unique military Colt was incredibly powerful, but it could not catch the eyes of the protoss. No one had even stopped him from bringing in human weapons before.
"Say something useful." Augustus once again looked in the direction that Arbitrator Duran left, surprised that no one except himself could notice that an arbiter with a high status had withdrawn from such an important meeting.
He went there without even a single person questioning or stopping him.
Augustus turned to look at Kerrigan. He had ordered her to keep an eye on Duran: "Did you notice where the arbiter named Duran went?"
"Arbitrator Duran." Artanis also looked in that direction: "Where are the others?"
"Dulan walked into the shadow of a crystal lattice valve behind the courtroom - strangely, after that, I could no longer feel his psychic power and thoughts." Kerrigan narrowed her eyes:
"I'll go find him."
"No, don't do that." Augustus had a premonition that if Kerrigan was really allowed to chase Duran, he would probably lose her: "If Duran appears again, get rid of him immediately."
Augustus didn't know how powerful Duran's psychic power was, but he was by no means as weak as he appeared. As a Xel'naga, even if his power continued to pass away over the long years
, and it may not be something ordinary people can imagine.
If it were Tassadar, Artanis or Phoenix, they might not be able to find and defeat Duran.
Appropriately, if we look at the Xel'Naga from the perspective of humans and protoss, then they are definitely qualified to be called gods. Unless he is confident, Augustus will never dare to gamble.
"You doubt him?" Artanis was still in disbelief: "He is an arbitrator."
"Who knows if he is something else?" Renault said: "Have you heard? A zerg deformed monster that can imitate humans was discovered in the Sol system - although it is still very different from humans.
But it was still creepy."
"Well...if he really has any problems." Artanis said confidently: "In Kara, Arbitrator Duran must be nowhere to be found. As long as he is still in Aiur, we can find him.
.”
"I hope so." Augustus no longer had any expectations for this.
"We have to find a way to kill the protoss named Orega." Raynor looked at where the Dark Templar Orega was. If Raynor were replaced by Tychus, the latter would have already chosen at least three ways to escape.
route.
Ever since Orega appeared, he had been standing on the arbiter's chair that was bleeding with blood, looking at the chaotic arbiter court, all the arbiters and Kalai, who was in charge of the recording work of the Protoss Empire.
The officials are desperate to escape from him.
"Orega! Order your followers to stop immediately. There is still a chance to save everything." Just as Renault was about to run over and shoot Orega twice, Zeratul stood up.
"Save? Hahahahaha...save it." Orega looked at Zeratul across from the circular court. The circular court was unusually wide and huge, so that they were separated by more than a mile, but even if they were
From this distance, Augustus and others could also feel the cold anger of this Dark Templar.
"For everything I am doing, for the great cause I am engaged in, I have no regrets." He said fiercely: "Zeratul, I once regarded you as a brother, a close friend and a relative.
But look what you did, helping the hateful Templars judge your own people?"
"Have you forgotten the humiliation our ancestors experienced? The Supreme Council and the Templars captured our people like rats and rabbits in the cave, and then executed them in the Inquisition. If it weren't for Arden, I would
The inheritance of the family is almost ready to be judged."
"What's wrong with me? You are the traitor, Zeratul. You betrayed the Nerazim and your own people."
"Orega..." Zeratul said sadly: "Adun taught Nerazim how to be stealthy and shadowy, so that we can protect ourselves in front of the enemy, not for revenge and killing."
"Based on our ancient tradition, when is it morally right to kill innocent people indiscriminately?"
"Templars? They don't deserve to be part of our family's traditions." Orega chuckled. That look was contrary to the cold but calm image of the Dark Templar. Hatred and paranoia had already dominated this Dark Templar's soul.
Rashagal and Zeratul do not reject the Templars, and Orega is the most radical representative of their clan. The Dark Templars have always been decisive activists, and paper cannot contain the fire.
"The Matriarch and you would like to welcome the Templars into our sacred home of Sagurath - how ridiculous," he said.
"These are dark times, Zeratul, and you have no idea what the dire threat we face is. Weakness and mercy will not save the Nerazim. I swear to restore the glory of the Nerazim, and I will do whatever it takes to do so.
everything."
"Threat? What else do you know? Who told you?" Zeratul took a few steps forward and asked one after another. He couldn't help but think of the hybrid monsters that appeared in the Luria galaxy and the sounds from the darkness.
"You have no way of understanding what kind of existence I am loyal to, and you will not understand what the catastrophe is that will eventually be annihilated." Orega just said Zeratul directly, and you wouldn't understand anyway after I said it.
"Do not stop me, brother. The fallen souls of the Templars must be banished. Let their pitiable spirits be converted to the void."