The Xel'Naga artifact released a spherical shock wave shining with blue arc light. The latter's speed increased every second. It just passed through the wall of the temple, and then swept across the world, reaching the earth-moon space and the exosolar asteroid belt.
The red light like flowing fireflies was peeled off from the nerve bundles of thousands of star spirits, and the endless pain caused by it made them all wail and cry. It was as if what was extracted by the artifact was not Eamon's consciousness, but a bloody face.
of spine.
Augustus felt firsthand the pain of Tassadar and his templars, and he was getting goosebumps all over his body.
The heart-rending mental roars of the protoss almost drove the Emperor of the Tyranids out of his body. In comparison, a dozen croaking squealing chickens were as quiet as pigs that had died in their sleep.
While the protoss were wailing in pain, the Imperial soldiers were free to deal with the zerg in the passage.
There are a lot of zerg here, but when the artifact is activated, they fall into chaos like the protoss, and just follow their instincts to attack each other.
Amon's will has been briefly bound to the Xel'Naga artifact, so he disappeared from Kara and the master's nest mind at the same time. Obviously, even the brainworms and motherworms can't figure out what time it is now.
What's happening.
"My mother!" All the wrinkles on Tychus's face were squeezed together, and his expression was distorted as if he had a hemorrhoid attack: "Next time you have a party, remember not to let those damn stars sing."
"You're right, he's a fucking soul singer." Augustus felt that his temples were already bulging.
To be honest, Augustus had seen too many such things. When dealing with the protoss, he had to endure the torture of their overly powerful psychic and spiritual powers.
It's useless to turn off the sound collector of the power armor or block your ears. You can feel the anger of the protoss from their war cry, and you can also understand the infinite sadness from a mental sob. This
It is an emotional expression that surpasses speech and text.
Only Kara can accommodate such powerful emotions of the El Protoss, and can even be called a collection of "souls" of a race, but such a thing may never exist again in the future.
The protoss quickly calmed down, and Tassadar was the first to wake up.
As soon as Augustus saw Tassadar's dazzling eyes burning with psychic flames turn from red to blue, he walked towards him.
Tassadar still stood there, the armor all over his body seemed to be made of equal weight of gold, the velvet blue robe hung down to the greaves of his legs, and the crown-like ceremonial mask was shrouded in a shining stream of light.
Augustus saw a huge psychic amplifier rising behind Tassadar, like a brilliant corona.
Augustus originally expected to see a haggard face, but Tassadar's condition was much better than he thought.
Despite this, Tassadar still looks much older than his actual age, with many wrinkle-like wrinkles on his face. As far as the protoss is concerned, he is less than four hundred years old.
"Tassadar, my brother," said Augustus, "you have suffered greatly!"
"Tassadar, cut off your connection with Kara." Artanis was much more anxious than Augustus, and he cared about Tassadar more than anyone else, but time was running out and no one knew about the Xel'Naga artifact.
How long can Eamonn be trapped?
"Templars, you must cut off the nerve bundles and get rid of Amon's control!" He looked around again and emphasized: "Otherwise, it will be too late."
Artanis said exactly what Augustus was going to say.
"Artanis is right. The artifact can only temporarily bind Aemon's will. My engineers don't know how long the artifact will take effect. It may be a few minutes, or it may be just a few seconds. In short, you have to make a decision as soon as possible.
Augustus said to Tassadar: "Before Aemon reoccupies Kara and enslaves the eldest son of the god again."
But just like when Artanis was forced to cut off the nerve bundles, the Templars were hesitant. As mentioned before, the nerve bundles are the innate organs of the protoss. Cutting off the nerve bundles is equivalent to
Cutting off the ears and nose, the most important thing is that this will permanently eliminate oneself from Kara.
El protoss who accidentally lose their nerve bundles always die of depression, just like people who suffer from depression and self-mutilate. Protoss who have lived in Kara since birth cannot bear loneliness.
The eldest sons of God say that their souls will be reunited in Kara after death, so Kara is also equivalent to the real paradise.
At this moment, ominous blood-red lightning penetrated the wall courtyard, and Eamon's voice sounded again, as if coming from the infinite sky:
"lie!"
This sound seemed to be able to penetrate the soul, making the stars wail once again.
"My will is irresistible!"
"You reminded me, Amon, and lies never come true!" Perhaps after hearing what Augustus said, Tassadar finally woke up from a long, long nightmare, but when he really
When he woke up, the wise and wise executive of the past returned: "My fellow citizens, Templars, I call you in the Kara, and you also have my soul."
This is an old saying.
Amon only left Kara temporarily, but Kara still existed at this moment, and the fleet channel of the Golden Fleet was also unobstructed, so all the protoss could hear what Tassadar said at this moment.
Tassadar knew that he did not have so much time to make a long speech, which would play into Amon's hands. But anyone who had been enslaved by Amon like him knew that the once pure and sacred Kara was no longer the harbor of their souls.
During those days when the God of Darkness ruled Kara, endless anger and hatred tore through their souls like whirlpools in the spiritual sea, and every second was more difficult than a hundred years.
They didn't need Tassadar to go to great lengths to clarify the pros and cons, and they also clearly understood what it meant to stay in Kara.
Just as a strong man cuts off his tail to survive, his family cannot disappear from the Kara unless the nerve bundle is cut off.
"The Firstborn Son of God!" Tassadar said: "Cut the nerve bundle immediately and cut off the connection with Kara! Even if Kara is lost, we are not nothing. Without Kara, we still have each other."
"For Arden! For Al!"
Augustus then saw Tassadar reaching for the back of his head, grasping the bundle of nerves with one hand, and igniting the psychic blade with the other hand, cutting it off cleanly.
During this time, Augustus did not hear Tassadar's wailing, not even a gasp or groan. Obviously, Tassadar had already realized this.
In an instant, all the El Protoss realized that Tassadar had suddenly disappeared from the Kara, like a star in the night sky suddenly falling into the deep darkness.
Tassadar has a very high prestige among both the Khalai and the Templar class. Today, the poetry of the Dallam Protoss tells of him: The great and noble Tassadar, the heroic Tassadar, the glorious tower.
Sardar. He is revered as the savior of the Templars, the Twilight Messiah, the reincarnation of Adun, and is a living legend.
This was a signal. The templar warriors around Tassadar clenched their nerve bundles sadly, cutting them off with shrill wails, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.
The look of despair reminded Augustus of the soldiers in the medical station who were told that they had to choose between keeping their legs or their lives. They usually didn't have too long to make a decision.
At this time, there were still several Templars around who were hesitant and had not started to remove the nerve bundle. For them, Kara was something more precious than life.
"Kara connects our thoughts and loyalty." A templar wearing golden armor said: "Abandoning Kara means abandoning honor and faith."
"Adun and the gods know that we are willing to die with courage."
Augustus recognized him as Leredar, one of Urland's subordinates, who was as noble as his Olga cousins.
So Augustus said to him: "I think it takes more courage to live with shame than to die."
"My soldiers who died in Aiur, they want to live more than anyone else. They want to live until they are twenty, forty, one hundred years old. For them, life has just begun and is over."
"If you let Eamonn control you again," he finally said, "we will kill you."
The templar named Lerida felt the sadness in Augustus's heart, and suddenly felt ashamed. The eldest son of God respected Augustus as much as Tassadar, and he was the only one among humans who could win this honor.
There was only one Augustus.
If even Tassadar can admit that he has learned far more from a human than what he has given to the other person, what right do they have to be arrogant and arrogant, with their eyes above the sky?
"You have to save your life to kill the enemy for us, otherwise you will be a coward without eggs." Tychus followed Augustus and said: "The blood of the Tyranids is about to dry up, and Camerion
So are the people and the Umoyans."
"Eamon, he's the biggest widowmaker in the world."
"Do you want me to help you with even such a small matter? Templar." High Lord Alarak came from the other side and announced. He gracefully raised the Blade of Betrayal in his hand, looking like
The victorious rooster.
Alarak has been secretly observing since he dug himself out of the wall.
Alarak's words were the last straw that broke the camel's back. Lerida and the other templars roared angrily, cutting off the nerve bundles one after another. Not only here, but also in other places in El and in the Golden Fleet.
The same thing.
In a short period of time, so many star spirits left Kara, and the shock caused by this was just like the shock their ancestors had when they left the void and joined Kara.
Perhaps, history is really a cycle.
At this moment, Amon is gradually breaking free from the shackles of the Xel'Naga artifact, and his power in the real world is quickly returning, but as long as the protoss all cut off their nerve bundles, they will no longer be controlled by it.
"No! This body!" he roared again:
"All the stars! Belong to me!"
"We won't compete with you," Tychus joked.
"Well, Augustus, I have a question."
Then, Tychus made an indecent gesture of cutting his balls: "How should the protoss in Dragon Knight cut off their own nerve bundles?"
"Good question." Augustus was stunned for a moment and could only answer: "I'm afraid they have to climb out of the nutrition cabin by themselves."
When all the dust settled, Augustus saw that, like a drop of water falling into the water, causing ripples, all the Templars knelt down on one knee and re-swore allegiance to Tassadar, including Attar.
Nice and Tarandale.
The Templars all chanted Tassadar's name, and even Augustus felt his blood boil.
"They chanted my name, as if I was the one who saved them." When Tassadar approached Augustus, he was still holding the severed nerve bundle in his hand, the nerve bundle that had been chopped off at the root.
The ends are decorated with shining crystal ornaments, and the cut surfaces are as neat and smooth as mirror surfaces, shining like molten gold.
"They should have shouted your names." Tassadar looked at Augustus, Artanis, and even Alarak next to him.
Alarak always maintained the demeanor of a high-ranking lord and just nodded in greeting.
Now he has nothing to be dissatisfied with Tassadar. He is a genuine Ta'darin. Naturally, he believes that the weak should be enslaved by the strong, and they are also given the qualification to defeat the superior by the Chain of Ascension.
The winner is king and the strong is respected. This is the law. Even the merciless Tal'darin will not live long.
Tassadar looked at Augustus for the last time: "You saved us again."
"It's better to choose one day than another. Now it's your turn to save us." Augustus chuckled, but everyone could see that he was not happy.
"Almost all of our people are dead, and there are not many fleets left." He said: "Humanity has sacrificed almost everything."
This place looks like a slaughterhouse, every inch of wall tiles seems to have been washed by blood, and the smell of blood is blowing towards your face.
"The war is not over yet." Tassadar stared into Augustus's eyes, letting him know that he was just as sad as he was.
"The eldest son of God has gained freedom, but the Lord still obeys Amon." He said: "I am worried that the God of Darkness will not be willing to admit defeat and let the swarm withdraw from the war."
"I'm afraid that's the case." Augustus received a report from the imperial fleet: "The insect swarm obviously does not intend to evacuate Aiur, they are still launching an attack here."
But Augustus knew that the situation had now completely reversed.
Now that the Durham protoss have escaped from Kara, there is certainly enough time for the protoss in the Supreme Council fleet to cut off their own nerve bundles.
Augustus believed that even the most pedantic and craziest law enforcers recognized the true face of the gods, otherwise they would be the most ridiculous clowns in the entire galaxy.
If everything goes as he expected, the Dark Ark, the Pride of Altaris, will also fall to them, so that the protoss and human coalition will have two arks.
Then, their next enemy will only be the insect swarm.
"I have an idea." Augustus turned to Tychus and ordered: "Tell Egon Stetman that I want him to switch the Xel'Naga artifact to Nova Impact mode now."
"If the energy of the temple is still not enough, the high-ranking lord Alarak will pay for it. He is both a conqueror and a tyrant. He is an army alone." Augustus did not hesitate to put Alarak on the fire.
Roast, this is somewhat personal.
"Really?" Tychus sang along: "I don't think this will work."
"" Alarak didn't know what to say for the first time. ()