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Chapter 216 Six major families in despair (please subscribe)

Neither side tested it, and every blow was aimed at killing the other.

His moves are deadly, and his attacks are extremely swift.

The collision of each blow made the air vibrate.

The spiritual powers of both sides are also in invisible conflict.

The lightning that resembles a swarm of snakes and the flames that emerge out of thin air are the external manifestations of this battle.

The sword blade made of metal was covered with the radiance of energy, and the sword made of hot light from the opponent's hands kept colliding.

Two different forces were constantly colliding, and the air was stirring as they battled.

"You have great potential. If you are willing to throw yourself into Eamon's arms, over time, you will gain unprecedented power. You will witness the truth of this universe and its true power. The most intoxicating thing is that you can control this power. ." The leading protoss blocked Smond's blow and said in the language of his own race.

Simmond's helmet will automatically translate their language technology, so there is no need to worry about communication barriers between the two parties.

"Go to hell."

Smond's only response was this.

His eyes were filled with hatred.

That's hatred of aliens.

The God-Emperor was right, they all deserved to die and should be completely swept into the garbage heap.

"It's really reckless." The leading protoss showed anger. He was angered by Simmond's stupidity and offense.

A humble race, a race that was backward and could not even leave its own galaxy, dared to offend a being like him like this.

They know nothing about the power of the universe, nor do they know anything about the powerful Celestial Spirit clan.

Otherwise, he would never dare to do this, and would just kneel down humbly and beg for forgiveness and mercy from the stars.

This galaxy needs a grand crusade to let those humble races know the power of the protoss and Amon.

Thinking of this, the leading protoss launched an even faster attack.

The glorious war blades that popped out of his hands appeared in countless afterimages in the air.

When the sharp and hot war blade cut through the air, it didn't make a sound.

There is a cruel beauty of silence.

The Protoss are an ancient race, so ancient that even their fighting skills have become very elegant, full of pursuit of art and beauty.

Simmond was calm and composed, and he wielded the long sword with brutal but effective moves.

Every attack on the opponent was deflected away, unable to cause any damage to him.

He even seized a gap and slashed at the opponent's body with his sword.

The leading protoss was forced to step back or be split into two.

His face showed anger and discomfort.

It took him so long but he couldn't win a damn native, which made his pride a little bit bruised.

Next to it, the battle between the two sides has become increasingly fierce.

Tychus, Thrawn and others were already far away from the battlefield at this time.

This kind of close combat is not their strong suit.

The speed of both sides was so fast that even their naked eyes could not catch it.

If they were allowed to go up, they would be chopped into pieces within three breaths.

Jim Raynor also stood aside, witnessing the battle between the God-Emperor Angel and the Star Spirits. The shock in his eyes was indescribable.

His adjutant, Matt Horner, and the other rangers were equally shocked.

"It was too strong. I even used enhanced vision, but I couldn't capture their true figures. Fortunately, I didn't fire at the time, otherwise the bodies would probably be cold by now."

In the communication channel, a ranger whispered.

This statement resonated with others.

Jim Renault also had to admit that this sentence was true.

The Rangers were no match for the God Emperor's Angels.

They could only hold on for a few minutes before they were slaughtered.

After witnessing the battle of these warriors with his own eyes, Jim Raynor finally understood why the forces in the Koprulu sector led by the Tyranids were so defeated.

It's not that they don't have military talent, or that the commanders aren't loyal enough, but that their opponents are too terrifying.

They are demon gods shaped into human form, killing machines to the fullest.

The Legionnaires had no time to care about the shock of the Rangers, Tychus and others.

Facing the protoss who once brought big trouble to the Human Alliance, they are locked in a bitter battle.

During the fighting, some protoss warriors were knocked down.

The swords of the legionnaires stirred within their bodies, tearing apart their crystal armor and bodies.

The heavy boots crushed their helmets and heads.

At the same time, some legionnaires were also massacred.

The sharp radiant war blade sliced ​​through the majestic body covered with armor.

The cut is incredibly bright from the heat.

The battle between the two sides was desperate and brutal, with the battle loss ratio reaching an unprecedented 1:1.

This has never happened before.

Legionnaires have long crushed their enemies.

Even the best battle loss ratio of the Sith Knights can only be about 20:1. This can only be achieved under the right time, place and people.

Their numbers must far outnumber the Legionnaires to have any chance of victory.

But today, the fighting power of these protoss put Simmond and others into a difficult battle.

They were unable to gain an absolute advantage. The two sides were evenly matched, and they were even slightly at a disadvantage.

Because they had more people than the other side, they made the opponent evenly matched.

However, to the protoss, their surprise and shock are no less than those of humans.

In their hands, they have various intelligence information about human beings sent back by the former advance team.

The intelligence clearly states that humans are a race that relies too much on intelligently controlled machines.

Their own combat effectiveness is not strong. Some creatures have psychic talents, but they are very poorly developed.

The protoss spirits have seen this kind of race many times and have a lot of experience in dealing with them.

As long as some ancient virus codes and some self-awakening intelligent control machines can bring such a civilization to destruction.

The advance team had already implanted virus codes before, but they did not detonate them. Instead, they allowed themselves to fail, allowing those virus codes to spread in human society and sow the seeds of betrayal.

Just waiting for the main fleet to arrive, they can harvest humans wantonly.

Let it become nourishment for the great god Aemon.

Who would have thought that the information contained in the information was inaccurate, and that the human beings in front of them could not be associated with the word weak.

They are physically strong and agile, and their mental will is like steel and cannot be charmed or controlled.

Just like the rocks in the etheric ocean, enough terrifying power must be gathered together to be able to destroy these powerful human warriors.

"These humans will be the biggest obstacle for us to enter this area called the Galaxy." The leading protoss thought of this in his heart, but he quickly strengthened his belief, "For Emon, for the way of Xel'Naga , no matter how difficult and dangerous it is, it is worth overcoming. Amon is connected to every star spirit through the sacred Kara, giving us strength."

"Amon is an ancient god, a being so powerful that it makes the stars tremble. These miserable humans have no shelter. They walk naked on the road of civilization, and they don't know when they will be killed by those subspace creatures. Devour. Star spirits are far more noble than humans. They have the protection of a supreme god. This is the biggest advantage of star spirits."

Many thoughts came to mind, and the leading star spirit suddenly felt refreshed, and the noble feeling of contempt for human beings emerged again.

Victory will belong to the stars, to Aemon, and to the sacred Kara.

Humans are only worthy of being nourishment, kept in captivity, constantly providing souls, flesh, and faith to nourish the great God.

His hands glowed red and blue.

Violent thunder escaped from the light, snaking and shining in the air like a swarm of snakes.

The intertwined thunder rushed straight towards Simmond, intending to completely destroy it.

Simmond stared at these violent thunders with an expressionless face.

He silently chanted the God-Emperor's prayer in his heart.

The Warp is an illusion, and only the will in the High Heaven is real.

The violent spiritual energy is just an appearance, and its essence is still through the battle of will.

Simmond didn't make any move, but the thunder collapsed when it got close to him and dissipated in the air.

The power of the laws of the universe erases those extraordinary powers that should not appear in reality.

His tenacious will corrected the rules of the universe, allowing the extraordinary power that distorted the laws to dissipate in the air.

"You are not the only one who can use the power of the Supreme Heaven." Simmond said coldly, "We are also good at this."

"Your skills are as clumsy as children's graffiti, they only make people laugh." The leading protoss sneered, "You will never understand the true mystery of subspace."

"It's enough to kill you." There was no trace of emotion in Simmond's words. He waved the long sword in his hand and launched a charge. After approaching, he jumped up and struck at the opponent again.

The sword blade left an afterimage in the air, and crackling arcs of electricity dispersed in the air.

The fighting between the two sides became more and more fierce.

The fight between the two sides became more and more terrifying, with each blow using all their strength and risking their lives.

A cry of pain came from a distance. After once again driving back the enemy, Simmond looked at the location where the sound came from.

He saw a heartbreaking scene.

Battle-Brother Trust was twisted into an unrecognizable mass by the psychic power of his enemies.

Red blood seeped out from the broken armor and gaps.

He fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The protoss who hurt Trust was killed by Byard who was standing beside him, and the long sword split open the damn alien's body.

<divclass="contentadv">But the next second, Byard's head also flew up.

A star spirit teleported to his side, and the glorious war blade passed across his neck.

The battle was so brutal that killing and being killed happened in a very short time.

"No!"

Indescribable pain welled up in Simmond's heart.

Even though he had long been prepared to sacrifice for the God Emperor.

He also understood that the great deeds of the God-Emperor were destined to consume the lives of all of them.

Simmond already knew this,

But seeing his former friend die in front of him, he still felt uncontrollably filled with grief and hatred.

The leading protoss also used teleportation to appear behind Simmond, and the brilliant sword struck directly at his head.

A smile appeared on his face.

The red eyes seemed to have seen the scene where the other party was split into two by himself.

But the next second, his attack failed.

Simmond dodged the slash of the Radiant Blade and stabbed the protoss' body with his sword.

He condensed his spiritual power of grief, anger and hatred together and slammed into the opponent's spiritual defense.

Make it unable to dodge its own attacks.

The leading star felt the pain in his brain, followed by the pain in his body.

He lowered his head and looked at the long sword covered with electric arcs that pierced his body.

The hilt of the sword was held in a human hand with hatred in his eyes.

"Go to hell." Simmond roared, and then tore the opponent's body alive.

When the sword was drawn out, the broken body of the leading protoss staggered back.

After Smond added a sword and cut off the opponent's head, he saw the opponent's headless body losing all life and falling to the ground, and then confirmed that the opponent was really dead.

The leading protoss was killed, which was a huge blow to the morale of the remaining protoss.

The legionnaires used their numerical advantage to gradually compress their area of ​​activity, and finally annihilated most of the enemies, while also capturing two alive.

However, the casualties of the force led by Smond were also considerable.

More than half of his brother warriors were killed or wounded.

Byard was beheaded and Trust was dying. His fate, like John's, would be to be sent to the Iron Cavalry and become a living dead.

These sacrifices brought anguish to the surviving brothers.

Jim Raynor witnessed this scene and learned more about these God-Emperor Angels.

They are not emotionless weapons, each considers the other a brother.

When one of them dies, their pain is so real, without any pretense.

They are not afraid of sacrifice simply because of their lofty beliefs and absolute loyalty to the God-Emperor.

This made Jim Raynor more curious about the God-Emperor.

What a great existence, worthy of these demon-god-like warriors dedicating everything.

After briefly expressing his condolences and asking people to treat the wounded, Smond continued his busy work.

They sacrificed half their lives and didn't even have time to feel sorry for them.

This is the cruelty of war.

They devote themselves to this way just so that ordinary people can survive in a universe full of crises.

Smond walked towards the two captured protoss.

At this time, their armor had been stripped off, forbidden spirit shackles were placed around their necks, and they were forced to kneel on the ground.

When Smond walked up to them, their eyes showed anger and hatred.

The humiliation of being defeated and captured by the natives made their hearts burn with anger.

Simmond did not hesitate to raise his fist, letting the two aliens know the cruelty of the winner.

His fists were extremely powerful, and he hit half of the opponent's head in just a few strokes until blood flowed and the bones were cracked.

If it weren't for the tenacious vitality of the star spirits, they would be dead in just a few blows.

"Find out their purpose for coming to the galaxy and the number of those guys." Simmond looked at his companion, Fowles, "The means justify the means, I just want the results."

Fowles nodded, "I understand, Lord Smond."

The interrogation went quickly.

A protoss was tortured to death before the neural reader read relevant information from his brain.

This information made Simmond aware of the crisis that mankind was about to encounter, and he couldn't help but start to worry about the future fate of mankind.

The protoss fleet that set sail during the Human Alliance era has been wandering in the void for ten thousand years.

They have crossed an unimaginable distance in time and space and are very close to the Milky Way.

This time the beacon suddenly appeared and was turned off again, prompting them to send soldiers to check the situation, and at the same time find ways to maintain the beacon and speed up the time to reach the galaxy.

The protoss sent were eventually killed by Simmond and others, and the beacon was completely shut down.

But even without the guidance of beacons, the protoss fleet will reach the border of the galaxy in more than a hundred years.

Thinking of the coming of a terrifying civilization capable of fighting across galaxies and even more powerful than the Human Alliance in its heyday, Simmond felt intense uneasiness in his heart.

At that time, what can humans do to resist those terrible creatures?

Will the great cause of the God Emperor be threatened again by the arrival of these terrible creatures?

"This information must be sent back to the legion commander immediately," Simmond said. "Check whether there are any other protoss creations, and then take away the bodies of our companions and the bodies of these protoss. We must go back as soon as possible."

Qin Zheng, who was sitting cross-legged on the throne of the domain, watched everything that happened in the Aier Galaxy.

He took away the souls of the dead and kicked back the confused wounded.

Qin Zheng needs them alive before draining their value.

The arrival of the protoss clan in the galaxy is inevitable.

Their powerful strength will be a huge test for human civilization at that time.

"The storm must be violent enough." Qin Zheng said to himself.

To fight against the Protoss clan, humans must have powerful enough high-level units and a large amount of cannon fodder that can fill trenches. .

The Stormtroopers need to be strengthened, and the Ancestral Warriors need to be accelerated.

Qin Zheng was thinking about how to enhance human civilization and optimize the empire's arms and military structure in all aspects.

The Protoss threat is unlike any other.

The cults instigated by other evil gods are just cancerous tumors attached to human civilization. When removed, those cults have little ability to resist.

Those races that were once driven out of the galaxy by the Human Alliance are not a big problem. At most, they can be solved with a little more effort.

A fight with the Protoss Clan would be a real battle for the survival of civilization.

What mankind has to face is a civilization protected by evil gods and with its own technological line.

They have all the advantages that humans have, and they are even better.

If he wants to win this war and defend the galaxy, Qin Zheng must start planning now.

The capital of the Tyranid Empire - Tarsonis.

This once prosperous planet is now shrouded in unease and fear.

They are like prisoners sitting in a courtroom, anxiously waiting for their fate to be judged.

The representatives of the six major families are looking forward to new news, but also afraid that new news will come.

They are in a state of extreme contradiction.

However, time is a cruel thing after all.

Whether people like it or not, it will push the gears of destiny to turn.

The news from the El Galaxy was the first to come.

The remaining soldiers fled back to Tarsonis, bringing back the news that Jack Mengsk had been killed and the operation failed.

This news made Emperor Tyran slumped in his seat. His son died like this, and the future of the six major families also died with him.

Despair spread among all those who knew it, like some kind of plague.

However, this is not the worst part.

The retreating defeated troops brought battle reports from the Phaethon system.

"Some people rebelled secretly and defected before the battle. During the Phaethon Galaxy Conference, the coalition forces were defeated miserably and suffered heavy casualties. More than two-thirds of the fleet was captured or destroyed. The commander-in-chief of the Galactic Empire - Bai Qi, beheaded all loyalists and Their heads were piled up on the surface of the planet, and the Jingguan was built, and people were sent to send messages to all the forces, asking them to surrender, otherwise the day when the army came, it would be the time to build the Jingguan.”

This news is not the most despairing for the six major families. The most despairing thing is that Bai Qi also added something.

"The Galactic Empire can accept the surrender of all the families in the Koprulu sector, except the six major families. The six major families must pay the price for their betrayal of humanity."

The coalition forces assembled in the Phaethon system were defeated miserably in their first battle, and many people directly changed their flags and joined the Galactic Empire.

The power of the Galactic Empire has expanded to the point where all forces combined would be crushed.

The Tyran Empire no longer has the ability to resist, but the six major families were roasted on the fire without even a chance to surrender.

As soon as the news came out, the members of the six major families fell into extreme panic.

Some are so desperate that they commit suicide to avoid the torture themselves.

Five thousand five hundred words, that’s 13,000 words, brothers.

Charge, keep charging.

Some lines are buried, and sometimes they are forgotten. I can remind you appropriately. Thank you all.

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