Wherever the Terran Empire's human army advanced along the front, the fire burned. The missiles dragging flames tore through the earth in terrifying screams, and the cold flash of Zakuul Protoss particle weapons covered the entire area.
Sky.
Amidst the deafening explosions, even the majestic temple spiers of the Twilight Fortress on the horizon seemed to be shaking, and the human and protoss fleets roaring across the battlefield seemed to be riding on the air waves of destruction. This battle began in
At first, they were almost evenly matched, and the Zakuul defenders who gathered did not hesitate to unleash their thunderous wrath on the enemy.
Fights seemed to be breaking out everywhere, and fights to the death seemed to be taking place everywhere.
The Templars are all excellent masters of swordsmanship. They open and close, and their attacks are as strong as liquor and as stormy. The protoss army once tore several holes in the Tyranid Empire army, and the terrifying particle weapons and psychic storms were like rubber.
The wipe wiped away the entire Imperial company on the ground in an instant, leaving only scorched black marks of decay, tragic and shocking.
The protoss warriors showed their powerful power in front of humans. Amidst the angry spiritual war cries of the fanatics, everyone shuddered. When fighting against the protoss army, humans have obvious disadvantages, just like being able to
The ability to overcome the fear of the zerg is a test of the qualifications of a Terran Empire soldier. Unless equipped with psychic shielding equipment or long-term training, the psychic scream alone is enough to defeat an army.
And even when a powerful Templar is trapped in a tight siege, it often takes several or even ten times the number of Wolf Warriors to defeat him, depending on whether he is a fledgling Zealot cult warrior or a warrior who has been fighting for centuries.
Like a Kara master who hones his skills day by day.
Protoss are few in number, but their lives are long. This is why every outstanding Templar can be called a Sword Master.
The Protoss Archons, formed by the fusion of Zakuul's high-level Templars, are worldly gods who destroy the world. Their bodies glowing with gray-green light and shadow walk on the earth, and they can easily set off storms.
The earth-shaking roar awakened the sleeping ancient guardians in the Twilight Fortress temple city and underground ruins. When the war became more intense, those colossi with black and green icy flashes also appeared from the stasis facilities underground and at the bottom of the lake.
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These slender and elegant giant structures walked on the land under fire. The metal limbs that could climb over the cliff fell like raindrops, and the terrifying thermal ray guns immediately released flames that burned everything. It was an extremely terrifying sight.
Humanity is always reminded of the day when the Protoss fleet burned Cha Sara and Mal Sara during the First Contact War.
In the face of such magnificent war weapons, even large mechas such as War Wolf and Giant Goliath appear small. Even so, this is only a smaller force among the defenders of the Forbidden Land of Documents.
It is conceivable that in the heyday of the Protoss Empire, it was difficult for them to find opponents, so that conservative ideas replaced the ambition of conquest, and countless war weapons were sealed.
The remaining armies of the Zakul Protoss are still resisting the armies of the Dallam Protoss in other directions of the Twilight Citadel. Although Artanis was extremely heartbroken by ordering the death of his compatriots, during the Battle of Aiur,
Facing the absurd Supreme Council, his mentor Tassadar also sadly made the same decision.
For the protoss, it is an extremely painful thing to kill their former compatriots. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, they will save their own people at all costs. This situation shows that the Zakuul protoss has been
The level of corruption has driven Artanis to despair.
This also gave the protoss a warning that their spirits were not so pure that they could not be corrupted.
These corrupted protoss still maintain considerable sanity to a certain extent. They are not completely mad, but their will has been fundamentally changed.
The Tyranid Empire is not afraid of fighting the protoss armies, but that does not mean that defeating the protoss who have experienced the Great Decline will be an easy task.
It was not until anti-psionic weapons such as EMP electromagnetic pulse scramblers and EMP shock wave launchers came online that the Tyranid Empire army took the initiative. Then, the Imperial fleet also launched orbital bombardment from high-altitude orbit, and Zakuul's protoss army
There is a lack of fire support from the fleet.
Under the direct fire of naval guns, shells of various calibers bombarded the ground, deadly shrapnel and flames flew all over the sky, and black and brown fountains composed of stones and soil sprayed high into the air.
After two hours of fierce fighting, the Tyranid Empire army advanced to about 2 miles from the Twilight Fortress, leaving behind a large number of mecha remains along the way, some of which were even cut into many pieces by the protoss' particle beams.
At this time, the voice of the hybrid Marr became clearer and clearer in the minds of the Imperial warriors. The high-pitched, sharp evil voice was even more impactful than the war cry of the protoss army.
Since the beginning of the battle, the voice of the hybrid Mal has not disappeared. He keeps repeating the voice full of malice and mockery, spreading unspeakable fear. Once the box of fear is opened, it is difficult to close it again.
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In fact, in addition to the casualties caused by Zakuul Protoss, non-combat casualties all come from the mental oppression of the hybrid Marr. Once brave warriors may become extremely fragile and even collapse, and they cannot be blamed for this.
The power of this evil hybrid exceeds all the hybrids humans have seen so far. He is undoubtedly a special individual, even the chosen one of Amon and the warrior of the dark god.
"My foolish slaves, the time has come to offer your strength! Annihilation has come, and no one can stop it!"
"Damn, this guy has been buzzing in my head for hours, can't he just stop for a while?"
"Tychus, how are you doing there?" Augustus' command center was not far from the front line. A giant statue of Zakul Protoss even fell very close to here, with its black body still burning.
Dark green flames.
The Colossus was still carrying out its killing orders before it fell, until it fell into the dilemma of fighting alone and was overwhelmed by hundreds of locking rounds from Goliath armed robots.
"We are still pushing forward, and wherever we look, these protoss are defeated like bugs under Odin's feet." Compared with the anxious situation on the front line, Tychus's side is reporting good news frequently.
Commanding this Imperial force was Jim Raynor, who had a completely opposite view of the battle.
The mental impact of hybrids and protoss on humans has a great impact on the Tyranid Empire's army. Terran humans are a race with low psychic energy. Another ability of the Xel'Naga artifact is the ability to detonate powerful psychic interference waves, which is enough to defeat
Human will makes it faint.
People like Tychus were a weirdo. Augustus said that his heart was made of stone. If you crack it open, it might be a piece of gold or emerald, but it is more likely to be a piece of shit.
"But Odin just took a few shots from an immortal, and now some parts are not working well. The repair speed of the nano-regeneration component is too slow. You have to send some SCVs to repair it."
"The Imperial Engineering Corps is behind you." Augustus said: "Odin's damage is not serious and he can return to the battlefield with a little repair."
"That's what it is." Tychus was much more honest today.
A few days ago, Sergeant Tychus didn't know what he was missing. He was so bored that he was selling the emperor's little secrets in Hyperion's bar, and vividly described the relationship between Augustus the Great and his ginger-haired lover.
The story was told with such certainty that it was as if he was the lover.
Although it was impossible to guess that Tychus was drunk and talking nonsense, for the sailors who were still too idle even after cleaning the deck all day, they would rather believe that this kind of thing happened than that it didn't happen.
This was fine. The next day, he was put into a solitary cell because he entered the gate with his left foot first. He was not released until the battle.
"The mechanical protoss is also near me. He was killing everyone just now, as if he was in no one's land, and he doesn't seem to need repairs. Augustus, when will our Odin be able to use the shield.
asked Tychus.
"Come on, I'll ask Swann later," Augustus said.
"Oh!" Tychus suddenly shouted: "That damn hybrid has appeared. I really want to clamp his neck and teach him to shut up."
"Take the picture, Tychus," said Augustus.
"Seriously, I bet that one of your boys peed their pants. In this case, their bladders no longer obeyed the command." Tychus said:
"No, I have to find a way to fuck him."
"Stop, the psychic shield in Odin's cab may not be enough to deal with the hybrid Mar's psychic attack. He may directly turn you into an idiot." Augustus said:
"It doesn't matter if you die, Odin is very expensive."
"I'm just saying." Tychus said with a dry smile.
What comes into view is the dome of the temple with a dreamlike outline. The mysterious obelisk buzzes in the storm and shines with the flame that symbolizes life. The ingenious temple is integrated with the natural scenery, shrouded in sacred brilliance.
And this scene only reflects the evil and distortion of the hybrid Mal.
As if the monster that should only exist in nightmares came into reality, an extremely scary and weird creature appeared on the main screen of the command center. He was a monster that was a mixture of zerg and protoss characteristics. It just looked like
Its abilities are closer to those of the protoss, with a protoss-like long skull and narrow chin, a slender torso and slender limbs.
The hybrid Mal was suspended on the altar in the Fortress of Twilight, and three indistinguishable streams of spiritual energy were flowing towards him from three different directions. Every moment, Mal's power continued to increase.
Hundreds of Zakuul protoss guard their current master, and the green psychic energy that represents the void shows that they have been deeply corrupted by the void, but not to the level of the Tal'darin protoss.
The abnormal psychic index shows that this terrible monster has extremely powerful power, and Mar may be the most terrifying hybrid Augustus has ever encountered.
"What a monster!" Dark Priest Zeratul did not join the battle.
Such a powerful shadow hunter has the ability to end a war, but he obviously thinks that now is not the best time to take action.
"Even though I have witnessed this kind of monster many times, their evil presence still scares me every time." Zeratul said: "Such an evil demon must be born at the hands of the evil god."
After the Brood War, Dark Master Zeratul traveled the universe not only to search for the Xel'Naga prophecies, but also to find clues about the hybrid.
During the time he disappeared, Zeratul also visited a place called the Dark Moon (hidden level dark moon), where he discovered a biological factory used to create evil hybrids. However, when Zeratul arrived on that planet
By that time, the hybrids had long since disappeared, and countless damaged cloning facility containers revealed a terrible fact——
A group of evil dragons with only pure malice towards this world have emerged from their shells. They were already adults when they emerged from their shells, and their claws have been sharpened.
"Master, this hybrid is different from those we have seen before. His existence has even corrupted the protoss." Narud looked frightened, but there was clearly sarcasm in his eyes. The enemy's fear is that he is most proud of himself.
Praise for vicious dogs and pets.
"Dr. Narud, you are an expert in this field, and you know the mixture very well." Augustus asked Narud, what do you think?
This thing was probably made by Narud, and it has nothing to do with him anyway.
Augustus called Narud here, firstly to see the other party's reaction, and secondly, after the war was over, he asked him to study the captured hybrid Mar. If he couldn't study anything, he was incompetent.
"It seems that this is just a hybrid destroyer, but his psychic level is far higher than that of ordinary samples. The protoss said that Zakuul was once a forbidden place of literature in their huge empire, and the hybrid Marr must be
It draws terrifying power from the forbidden knowledge in it." Narud analyzed carefully.
"Your Majesty, you must be extremely careful when dealing with this kind of monster. It is very likely that he can seize control of your mind within a few steps."
"Look, what is that?" Zeratul suddenly discovered something, and his body even trembled with unexpected anger:
"Hybrid Mal is drawing energy from the souls of the three imprisoned protectors. How evil!"
"We must find a way to save those protectors!" Dr. Narud exclaimed, saying that this was too evil.
"Maar has controlled the guardians of Zakul, and defeating them will not be easy." The green light in Zeratul's eyes burned brightly.
"The hybrid Marr is too powerful, and the Dark Archon Orega may be nearby. Your Majesty, you must make complete preparations!" Narud said.
Soon enough, as if in response to Dr. Narud's words, several purifying beams from the main cannon of the Protoss Mothership destroyed the entire temple in an instant. In the brilliant flash of light, Senior Executive Officer Ah
Tanis leapt onto the battlefield with thunderous momentum. He raised his head and stood up straight, his tabards rustling in the rising ashes.