At this moment, Artanis thought he was hallucinating, and actually saw the saints and sages in history, as if the executives of each generation were watching him, and their existence spanned three thousand years.
Looking from front to back and left to right, there are tall warriors wearing white armor. The armor is filled with dazzling light pouring out from the sun matrix, like a god stepping out of the golden flames.
Among humans, these must be great figures who can be listed in the Hall of Fame, write books and statues. But now, they seem to have transcended time and the insurmountable life and death to stand in front of Artanis again.
Artanis even had the illusion that he had returned to Kara and had seen the immortal souls of generations of Kara's executives.
Too much face.
Under this stimulation, he actually sobered up a lot, so much so that he even regained some of his own sanity from Eamon's crazy ravings.
"Great Collarion, what should I do?" Artanis looked in the direction of Collarion, but seemed not to see him, still murmuring to himself: "This extinguished whisper saves and destroys."焁
At this time, the scorching blue psychic flames in Artanis' eyes were already blood red, just like the void distorted by Amon's endless hatred.
"Aemon corrupted Kara and controlled the eldest son of God." Coralion just stared at Artanis, as if to see if he could get rid of Aemon's control by his own will:
"The nerve bundles once tightly linked the emotions and consciousness of the Firstborn, but now they have become the tool that binds your will to the corrupted Kara."
"I" Artanis stood up enduring the madness in Kara and the pain of brain tearing. He understood everything that was happening in Kara better than Coralion.
"You can defeat him." Colorarion's voice was still calm and determined, as if he was a mentor encouraging the young apprentice.
Under the witness of the ancient heroes, countless courage seemed to emerge from Artanis's heart, which allowed him to rediscover himself in the confrontation with Amon's will.
With a strong will, Artanis regained control of his body. With one hand, he gathered the nerve bundle decorated with golden ornaments on the back of his head, and with the other hand, he ignited the psychic blade in his hand to cut it off in one fell swoop.
But when Artanis was about to swing the blade, he still hesitated for a moment. Self-excision meant that he would be cut off from his people. From then on, he would be like a rootless duckweed in the water, without any support.
"No--"
It was at this moment of hesitation that Eamon once again took control of Artanis' body and withdrew the psychic blade in his hand. Reason once again faded from Artanis's eyes, and the blue color representing pure Kara's purified spiritual energy He was almost completely occupied by red, and uncontrollable red lightning surged on his gorgeous armor.
This makes him look like a Tal'darin.
"You cannot resist your destiny." When Artanis spoke again, his voice had transformed into a majestic and deep male voice: "Let me grant you relief."
"End this corrupt cycle and embrace a new era."
"Kneel down and worship!"
"This is your Savior!"
At this time, Eamon seemed to have used Artanis' body to say something extraordinary to the seniors of the Protoss Empire.
"Eamonn——"
Colorarion took a step forward and pointed the sharp blade in his hand at Artanis, whose eyes were filled with blood. The Purifier heroes who had been waiting for a long time also showed their sharp blades.
"Let's do it."
"The battle just now was not enough for me."
"It's really exciting."
"It's taken long enough."
"Then let's fight quickly."
"In the name of the Purifier."
When Artanis, controlled by Eamon, opened his eyes and looked around, he suddenly found that he was surrounded by Purifiers on three levels inside and outside, all covered in golden flames. Judging from their posture, they had already been eager to get there.
Take action.
Even the dark god felt a flash of astonishment in his heart. What on earth are these people doing?
Strong onlookers?
What is the difference between this and a fitness novice being cornered by seniors in the gym to show off their muscles?
"End his pain." Coralion looked around at the ancient Purifier heroes and said. Artanis has such a strong will and has been recognized by them.
As if he still had the same understanding as when he had Kara, the first Purifier hero jumped towards Artanis like a golden-orange lightning. In a moment, the swords of both sides had crossed each other, and he retreated with one blow. In the blink of an eye, the next
A purifier has already arrived.
Their speed was so fast, as powerful as thunder, and as fast as lightning, that Augustus and the others in the distance could only see Artanis fighting against streaks of golden lightning.
I saw Artanis trying to dodge a sharp blow from a Purifier, but found that his escape route had been completely blocked. He had to wave his sharp blade upward to block, but was shaken back a few steps by the heavy force.
The next moment, a sharp wind-breaking blade struck from the left, and Artanis had no choice but to turn around and deflect it. Then, another Purifier came to the other side.
This is not like an ordinary battle, but a training and competition between the Templars in the ancient training ground to test each other's battle memories. The Purifier's attack is not murderous, but to weaken Artanis's power and expose him.
flaw.
More like a test.灁
"What are the duties of a Templar?"
"To protect, not to destroy."
“What is an executive?”
"The model of the Templar, the blade of the Protoss Empire."
"Why do you fulfill your duty?"
“Full of enthusiasm.”
Artanis had to respond hastily under the continuous attacks. He had to turn around constantly to deal with the attacks coming from all directions, spinning and waving the blade, dodging, slashing, stabbing, spinning, and so on.
焁
This is a test of battle memory and will.
Based on their fighting skills and experience, everyone here can be regarded as Artanis's teacher. In comparison, they just lack the powerful psychic power of Artanis.
At the same time, he could even answer questions raised by ancient heroes by instinct under Eamon's control.
But from Augustus' perspective, Artanis's movements were not so graceful. Instead, they looked like a spinning top that was being whipped wildly.
It seems that the old timer will not talk about one-on-one chivalry to Artanis who is controlled by Eamon. This is a righteous group fight.
After several rounds of fighting, Artanis' armor had many scratches of varying depths. He fought non-stop, without any time to breathe. But it seemed like he was being fed over and over again.
trick.
In a sense, this is similar to the Dark Templar's Shadow Rush. The person being tested must defeat every enemy they encounter alone and gain their approval.
But the Purifiers seemed to just want to give Artanis a good slap, and they were afraid of hitting him too hard to ensure that everyone wouldn't get a slap in the face.
As a result, Eamon, who was controlling Artanis through Kara, was also shocked.
Eamon controlled Artanis to activate powerful psychic power to create a blood-red psychic cyclone under his feet. He jumped high and tried to create a gap between the surrounding Purifiers, but every time he was mercilessly beaten.
The ground blocked him back, as if it were an impassable iron wall.
Under this condition, Artanis's armor became more and more scarred. If the Purifiers had attacked together, he would have died long ago.
"Ah--"
Seeing that Artanis, controlled by Eamon, could not break through, he was determined to break through. He suspended in mid-air, once again activating the powerful psychic power in his body, preparing to create a psychic storm that could destroy everything here.
A large amount of red violent psychic lightning was pouring out from the psychic amplifier behind Artanis, converging around him. The terrifying supernatural power even triggered a violent cyclone, setting off a gust of wind.
This time, Colorarion took action.
Like thunder on the ground, Kororarion jumped up and fell like a swooping eagle. He kicked Artanis hard on the gauntlets of his arms that were trying to lift up to block the blow.
Colorarion caught Artanis who was on the ground and used the fierce sword wind to force him to fight with him. Every move they made was absolutely unnecessary, absolutely perfect and precise, without any sluggishness.
Artanis is worthy of being Tassadar's favorite pupil, the future star of Durham, but he has gone through more than ten rounds in the hands of a powerful executive like Koralion who has become famous in ancient times.
They waved their double blades as if they were fighting with flames.
It is undisputed that these powerful warriors can dismantle a siege tank or repel a terrifying Ultralisk alone.
In such a dangerous fight, one missed move can lead to eternal disaster, and the winner can often only be determined in a matter of seconds.
At a certain moment, Coralion raised his right hand and struck Artanis's head horizontally. However, even though this strike was still as fast as lightning, it seemed to Artanis that it was too slow. He lowered his head and passed it.
This time, force yourself forward.
At this moment, Collarion seemed to have revealed a fatal flaw, so much so that his chest was exposed to another sharp blade of the opponent.
Any good warrior should seize this mistake, and the same is true for Artanis under Amon's control.
Without hesitation, Artanis stabbed the sharp blade of his left hand accurately into Coralion's right chest, and the indestructible psychic blade immediately burned a huge hole there.
But then, Colorarion withdrew the sharp blade in his right hand, grabbed Artanis' head from top to bottom with his huge mechanical hand, and lifted him up.
Before Artanis could struggle any more, Coralion had already raised another psychic blade.
With the hand raised and the knife lowered, Artanis's nerve bundles were cut off completely, and the sound came.
Accompanied by Artanis's heart-rending scream, a stream of blood-red energy escaped from the severed nerve bundle into the air. This means that Artanis has been separated from Kara, and Eamon's influence has also disappeared.
No longer exists.
The tremendous pain caused Artanis to think about other things almost completely. He only remembered that he fell to the ground and watched Colorarion and others leave.
After the battle, the Purifiers all looked up into the sky, and a stream of data left the bodies of the legion soldiers and returned to the huge Purifier fleet.
"Atanis." An ancient Purifier hero seemed to be very satisfied with Artanis's performance, and said to him in a friendly manner before leaving:
"We welcome you to register your personality on the Cybros."
Artanis wanted to say something, but found that the pain of losing the nerve bundle and Kara had almost overwhelmed him. But being recognized by the Purifiers may not be a good thing. Maybe your intelligent personality will be merged into the data.
Internet.
"Remember, if Artanis has ever done anything stupid, it is that he tried to pierce the heart of a mechanical protoss." When Artanis slowly woke up, he found that Augustus and Raynor had already
Came to his side.
"I guess Artanis won't be able to sleep for a while." Seeing the seniors of the Protoss Empire talking and laughing and beating up Artanis, the incompetent Tychus almost laughed out loud.
Compared to Phoenix, the master of social death, Artanis, who was jointly educated by the seniors, is not that shameful.
who is the next?
"If I had listened to Augustus and Zeratul earlier, I wouldn't have suffered the consequences." Artanis was feeling extremely sad and felt that he had betrayed Augustus' trust.
"I can't feel Kara anymore, Zeratul."
Without Kara, the spiritual language seems clumsy, and often the words do not express what they mean, or they cannot fully express their thoughts, which will inevitably lead to a gradual increase in misunderstandings and estrangements among the tribesmen.
They are no longer able to share pain and comfort each other, and all sorrow and pain can only be faced by themselves.
Previously, this was almost unimaginable among their clan.
Loneliness can kill the stars.
Artanis truly felt all of this.
"Atanis, welcome back." Zeratul came to Artanis and said, "It is said that when we are no longer connected to the glory of Kara, we will suffer a lot."
"But we are not really alone, because glory and inheritance closely connect our warriors. Generations of brave men have chosen the path of the Dark Temple."
"Without Kara, what do we have?" Artanis looked at Zeratul, then turned to Augustus.
""焁
If you ask me, Augustus has been brewing for a long time. He took two steps forward, raised his chin slightly, and looked far away for a moment, with seemingly endless determination.
"free."
That's a good question.
Coralion was too lazy to enlighten his juniors. As a high-level executive, if Artanis himself could not get over the shadow of losing Kara, he would not be qualified to lead the remaining protoss.
"Freedom-" Artanis murmured to himself and looked at Augustus.
At this moment, there seemed to be light in his dark eyes.
This is so true.
Yes, although we lost Carla, we gained freedom.
"Okay, boy, now is not the time to feel sorry for yourself." Reno looked at Artanis and said, "It's already a mess outside, and there are still a lot of troubles waiting for us to clean up."
"The top priority is to recapture your fleet from Aemon and save your compatriots."
"You are always so positive and optimistic, old friend." Artanis said after a long silence.
"Trouble sticks like lice on the butt," Tychus said.
"Everything is commonplace," said Renault.
"Think of something happy. If Tassadar and the Golden Fleet have been controlled by Amon, the next position of Archbishop of Durham will be yours." Tychus comforted the depressed Artanis.
.焁
"Mr. Tychus Finley, I don't take any joy in this matter." Artanis felt that he was offended again.
Before leaving the Palace of Ascension, Tychus walked up to Dehaka and Cerebrate Alpha, who were still feasting on the remains of Xel'Naga, and kicked them twice:
"Leaving."
"Huh?" The outsider brainworm raised his head and asked: