StarCraft: Tyranid Empire.

Chapter 693 Lost Kara, what else do we have?
"Arden above."

At this moment, Artanis thought that he had hallucinations, and actually saw the sages and sages in history, as if each generation of executive officers were watching him, and the ages of their existence had spanned 3000 years.

From the front, back, left, and right, there are tall warriors in white battle armor. The battle armor is overflowing with dazzling light from the sun matrix, like gods walking out of golden flames.

If it is among human beings, these must be great figures who can be listed in the hall of fame and write books and statues.But now, they seem to have crossed time, crossed the insurmountable life and death, and once again stood in front of Artanis.

Artanis even had the illusion that he had returned to Kara, and had seen the immortal souls of generations of executives in Kara.

Too much face.

Under this stimulation, he became more sober, so much so that he even found some of his own sanity from Amon's crazy ravings.

"Great Colorado Leon, what should I do?" Artanis looked in the direction of Colorado Leon, but he didn't seem to see him, and was still muttering to himself: "This whisper of annihilation, save, destroy."

At this moment, the scorching blue psionic flames in Artanis' eyes were already blood-red, just like the void distorted by Amon's endless hatred.

"Amon corrupted Kara and controlled the eldest son of God." Colorado Leon just stared at Artanis, as if to see if he could get rid of Amon's control with his own will:
"The bundles of nerves that once tightly bound the emotions and consciousness of the Firstborn are now the instruments that bind your will to the corrupted Kara."

"I" Artanis stood up enduring the madness and brain-torn pain in Kara. He understood what was happening in Kara better than Corolla Leon.

"You can defeat him." Colorado Leon's voice was still calm and determined, as if he was a mentor encouraging young apprentices.

Under the witness of the ancient heroes, countless courage seemed to surge in Artanis's heart, which made him regain 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 bundles decorated with golden ornaments at the back of his head, and with the other, he ignited the psionic blade in his hand, intending to cut it off in one fell swoop.

But when Artanis was about to swing the sharp blade, he still hesitated for a moment.To cut himself off means to cut himself off from his people, and from then on he will be like a rootless duckweed in the water, with no one to rely on.

"Do not--"

It was at this moment of hesitation that Amon once again took control of Artanis' body, and withdrew the psychic blade in his hand.Sanity once again faded from Artanis' eyes, and the blue that represented the pure Kara's purification spiritual energy was almost completely occupied by red, and the uncontrollable red lightning surged on his gorgeous armor.

This makes him look like a Tal'darin.

"You can't defy your own destiny." When Artanis spoke again, the voice had changed into a majestic and deep male voice: "Let me give you relief."

"End this cycle of corruption and embrace a new era."

"Kneel down!"

"This is your savior!"

At this time, Amon seemed to use Artanis' body to say something extraordinary to the seniors of the Protoss Empire.

"Eamon—"

Corolla Leon took a step forward, pointing the sharp knife in his hand at Artanis, whose eyes were red with blood, and many Purifier heroes who had been waiting around for a long time also showed their sharp swords in their hands.

"Go ahead."

"The battle just now didn't let me enjoy myself."

"It's really exciting."

"It's been long enough."

"Then fight quickly."

"In the name of the Purifier."

When Artanis, controlled by Amon, opened his eyes and looked around, he suddenly found that he was surrounded by three layers of purifiers wearing golden flames. shot.

Even the heart of this dark god flashed a flash of astonishment, what exactly are these people doing?
Strong onlookers?

What's the difference between this and a fitness buddy who is stuck in a corner by the old-timers in the gym to show off his muscles.

"End his suffering." Corolla Leon looked around at the ancient heroes of the purifiers and said.Since Artanis has such a strong will, he has already obtained their approval.

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.Between breaths, the next purifier has followed.

Their speed was so fast, their strength was like thunder, and they were as fast as lightning, so that Augustus and the others in the distance could only see that Artanis seemed to be fighting with streaks of golden lightning.

I saw Artanis trying to dodge a sharp blow from a purifier, but found that his retreat had already been completely blocked, so he swung his sharp blade upwards to block, but was shocked by the heavy force and took a few steps back.

The next moment, a wind-breaking sharp blade had struck from the left side, and Artanis had no choice but to turn around and pick it away. Then, another purifier had come to the other side.

This is not like an ordinary battle, but a training and discussion in which the Templars in the ancient training ground compare their battle memories with each other.The Purifier's attack was not intended to kill, but to weaken Artanis and expose him.

More like a test.

"What is the duty of a templar?"

"It is protection, not destruction."

"What is an executive officer?"

"The model of the Templar, the blade of the Protoss Empire."

"How do you do your duty?"

"Full of enthusiasm."

Under the continuous attack, Artanis had to respond hastily. He had to turn around constantly to deal with the attacks coming from all directions, spinning and waving the sharp blade, dodging, chopping, stabbing, spinning, and so on.

This is a test of combat memory and will.

In addition to combat skills and experience, everyone here can be regarded as Artanis' teacher.In comparison, they just lacked the powerful psychic powers of Artanis.

At the same time, he could even instinctively answer the questions raised by the ancient heroes under Amon's control.

But from Augustus' perspective, Artanis's movements were not so elegant, but rather like a spinning top that was twitched wildly.

It seems that the old man will not talk about one-on-one chivalry with Artanis who is controlled by Amon. This is a righteous gang fight.

After several fights like wheel battles, there were already many nicks of different depths on Artanis's armor.He fought non-stop, without any time to breathe.But this seems to be a trick over and over again.

In a sense, this is similar to the Shadow Run of the Dark Templar. The testee must alone defeat every enemy he encounters and gain their approval.

But the Purifiers seemed to just want to slap Artanis, and they were afraid of hitting hard, so as to ensure that everyone would not miss a slap.

As a result, Emon, who was controlling Artanis through Kara, was also caught off guard.

Amon controlled Artanis to induce powerful spiritual energy to create a blood-red spiritual energy cyclone under his feet, and jumped high to create a gap between the surrounding Purifiers, but every time he was ruthlessly He stopped back, as if it was an insurmountable iron wall.

Under such circumstances, the scars on Artanis's armor are also increasing. If the Purifiers attacked together, he would have died long ago.

"Ah--"

Seeing that Artanis, controlled by Amon, could not break through, he decided to kill him.He was suspended in mid-air, once again arousing the powerful spiritual power in his body, preparing to create a spiritual storm that could destroy everything here.

A large number of berserk red psychic lightning is gushing out from the psychic amplifier behind Artanis, gathering around him, the terrifying supernatural power even triggered a violent cyclone, setting off a gust of wind.

This time, Colorado Leon made a move.

Like thunder on the ground, Colorarion jumped up, and when he fell like a swooping giant eagle, he kicked heavily on Artanis's arm guards that were trying to lift up to block the blow.

Kolarion grabbed Artanis who had fallen to the ground, and forced him to fight with him with a sharp sword wind.Every movement of them is absolutely not superfluous, absolutely perfect and precise, without any sign of sluggishness.

Artanis was worthy of being Tassadar's favorite student, the future star of Durham, who had gone through more than ten rounds in the hands of a powerful executive like Colorado Leon who had already become famous in ancient times.

They wield their double blades, as if driving the flames to fight.

Undisputed, these formidable warriors alone can take down a siege tank or repel a fearsome ultralisk.

In such a dangerous fight, one mistake would be a disaster, and the winner is usually only a moment away.

At a certain moment, Colorarion raised his right hand and slashed at Artanis' head.However, even though this strike was still as fast as lightning, it was too slow in Artanis' eyes. He lowered his head and swung past this strike, leaning forward.

At this moment, Colorado Leon seemed to have revealed a fatal flaw, so that his chest was exposed in front of the opponent's other sharp blade.

Any good fighter should have caught that lapse, and Artanis, under Amon's control, did the same.

Without hesitation, Artanis stabbed the sharp blade in his left hand into Colorado Leon's right chest, and the indestructible psionic blade immediately burned a huge hole there.

But immediately after, Colorado Leon withdrew the sharp blade in his right hand, grabbed Artanis' head from top to bottom with his huge mechanical palm, and lifted him alive.

Before Artanis could struggle again, Colorarion had already raised another psionic blade.

With the knife raised and lowered, Artanis's nerve bundle was cut off by Qi Gen, and he came in response.

Accompanied by Artanis' heart-wrenching screams, a stream of blood-red energy escaped from the severed nerve bundle into the air.This meant that Artanis had left Kara, and Amon's influence no longer existed.

The great pain caused Artanis to think about other things almost completely. He only remembered falling to the ground and watching Colorado Leon and others leave.

After the battle, the purifiers looked up at the sky one after another, and streams of data left the bodies of the legion soldiers and returned to the huge purifier fleet.

"Artanis." An ancient hero of the Purifier seemed very satisfied with Artanis' performance, and said to him friendly before leaving:

"We welcome you to enter your personality on the Cerbros."

Artanis wanted to say something, but found that the pain of losing the nerve bundle and Kara had almost overwhelmed him.But getting the approval of the purifiers may not be a good thing, if not, your intelligent personality will have to be merged into the data network.

"Remember, if Artanis ever did anything stupid, it was 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 elders of the Protoss Empire talking and laughing and beating Artanis, the tasteless Tychus almost laughed out loud.

Compared to Phoenix, the master of social death, Artanis, who was jointly educated by the seniors, is not as shameful.

who is the next?
"If I had listened to Augustus and Zeratul, I wouldn't have..." Artanis was feeling extremely sad, and felt that he was ashamed of Augustus' trust.

"Zeratul, I can't feel Kara anymore."

Without Kara, the language of the soul would also appear clumsy, and often the words could not convey their meaning, or they could not fully express their thoughts, which would inevitably lead to increasing misunderstandings and estrangements among the clansmen.

We can no longer share the pain and comfort each other, and all the sorrow and pain can only be faced by ourselves.

Before that, this was almost unimaginable in their family.

Alone, capable of killing protoss.

All these, Artanis really felt.

"Artanis, welcome back." Zeratul came to Artanis and said: "It is said that when we are no longer connected with the glory of Kara, we will suffer a lot."

"But we are not really fighting alone, because our soldiers are closely linked by glory and inheritance. Generation after generation of brave warriors have chosen the path of the Dark Templar."

"Without Kara, what else do we have?" Artanis looked at Zeratul, and then at Augustus.

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You ask me. Augustus has been brewing for a long time. He took two steps, his chin raised lightly, and his eyes looked far away for a moment. There seemed to be endless determination during it.

"free."

Good question.

Corolla Leon was too lazy to enlighten the younger generation. As a high-level executive, if Artanis himself could not even get out of the shadow of losing Kara, he was not qualified to lead the remaining protoss.

"Freedom—" Artanis murmured to Augustus.

At this moment, there seemed to be light in the gloomy eyes.

This is simply too true.

Yes, although we lost Kara, we gained freedom.

"Okay, kid, now is not the time to feel sorry for yourself." Renault 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 most urgent task is to retake your fleet from Amon and save your people."

"You are always so positive, old friend." Artanis said after a long silence.

"Trouble sticks like a louse on the butt," Tychus said.

"It's commonplace," Raynor said.

"Think about the happy things. If Tassadar and the Golden Fleet are already controlled by Amon, you will be the next Archbishop of Durham." Tychus comforted the depressed Artanis. .

"Mr. Tychus Finley, I take no joy in this." Artanis felt offended again.

Before leaving the Palace of Ascension, Tychus walked up to Dehaka and Cerebral Alpha who were still feasting on Xel'Naga's body and kicked twice:

"Leave."

"Huh?" The outsider brain worm raised his head and asked:

"what happened?"

(End of this chapter)