Chaos Le Zilong's Journey Through the Heavens

Hearing these words, Ronnie looked down and discovered the legendary dark archon Zeratul.

Just as Ronnie was looking at Zeratul, Zeratul was also looking at Ronnie.

With a body even larger than the Thunder Beast, it unconsciously exuded an immense pressure from its body, but there was one thing that puzzled Zeratul, that was that such a powerful being like Ronnie did not have any psychic energy.

The fact that a vast sea of Zerg could be easily annihilated without psychic powers really shocked Zeratul's worldview, and what he said before made Zeratul's mind even more confused.

Before Zeratul could think for long, as he watched in surprise, Ronnie's figure continued to shrink and turned into a dragon man in a black robe.

"Dark Patriarch, I have long heard of your great name."

Looking at the hand that Ronnie extended, Zeratul, who was familiar with Renault, the human leader, also knew that this was a way of greeting.

Even though he had many doubts, he still reached out and shook Ronnie's hand.

"Sir, do you know Eamon?"

Hearing this, Ronnie nodded.

"It's nothing more than your creator wanting to destroy the world. Haven't you already found the prophecy of doomsday?"

"Yes, but..."

Zeratul looked hesitant.

"The prophecy is still very vague. If you know anything, please tell me."

Seeing Zeratul bowing slightly to him to show his sincerity, Ronnie shrugged.

"The prophecies you searched for are complete. After that, Amon controlled all the Protoss on Aiur and the Golden Fleet that you were so proud of through Kara. You sacrificed yourself to save Archbishop Artanis, and then Artanis led the remaining troops on the Ark of Doom, the Spear of Adun, to unite all the Protoss, humans, and Zerg to fight against Amon."

After hearing this, Zeratul blinked.

"You mean to say that young Artanis is the key to saving the universe?"

"Although Artanis is young, he is indeed an excellent leader."

After saying that, Ronnie patted Zeratul on the shoulder.

"Anyway, after you sacrifice yourself to sever Artanis's nerve bundle, your mission will be over."

In order to help Zeratul understand better, Ronnie packaged the entire plot and transmitted it into Zeratul's mind using magic.

After reading the extra memories in his mind, Zeratul also relaxed.

“It looks like the future is good.”

Looking at Zeratul who seemed to be determined to die, Ronnie curled his lips.

Not to mention that the mission is to rescue Zeratul, let’s just say that before Ronnie comes, we need to follow the original plot, and after Ronnie comes, we still have to follow the plot, then wouldn’t Ronnie’s coming be in vain?

However, the Protoss are a particularly stubborn race, and no matter how much Ronnie says, it will probably be of no use.

Suddenly, a dark red light shot up into the sky from afar, and an indescribable hatred quickly swept across, enveloping the entire planet.

The Protoss have a bundle of nerves behind their heads that are similar to braids, which can connect the thoughts of each Protoss. The resulting aggregation is called Kara by the Protoss, allowing the Protoss to understand each other's hearts.

However, Kara was originally a conspiracy of Amon, and he is now using Kara to corrupt the Protoss on Aiur.

Sensing the hatred emanating from Amon, Zeratul rushed over without thinking.

Watching his disappearing figure, Ronnie curled his lips.

"Really? You didn't even wait for me."

Although he said this, Ronnie still rushed over.

The subsequent plot is similar to the original. When Zeratul arrived, Archbishop Artanis had already been controlled by Amon.

Seeing this, Zeratul did not hesitate and rushed forward to cut off Artanis' nerve bundle.

However, Artanis, who is capable of taking on the position of Archbishop, the leader of all Protoss at a young age, is naturally not to be underestimated. Coupled with the enhancement of Amon's psychic energy, it can be said that Zeratul cannot defeat him at all.

After just two moves, Zeratul was pinned to the ground.

After escaping using a flash-like skill, Zeratul gathered his last psychic energy and aimed at the nerve bundle behind Artanis' head, intending to use his own life to free the last hope of the Protoss from Amon's control.

In an instant, both sides sprinted at full speed.

Just before the psychic blade in Artanis' hand was about to pierce through Zeratul's chest, Ronnie instantly appeared between the two sides and grabbed Artanis' arm.

"Although you are controlled, you little lion is still pretty fierce."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ronnie flicked his wrist and threw Artanis out, heavily crashing into the ruins of a building nearby, causing it to dent.

Seeing that he had saved his life, Zeratul showed no joy at all, but looked at Artanis with concern.

Seeing this, Ronnie was a little unhappy.

"Tsk, I hate people like you who have to sacrifice themselves for victory."

Zeratul ignored Ronnie's complaints. His psychic energy was exhausted, and he was unable to cut off Artanis' nerve bundle. He could only place his hope on Ronnie, a person he had only met once.

Although Ronnie liked Zeratul very much, he still felt uncomfortable when that wrinkled old face looked at him with affectionate eyes.

Well, in Ronnie's eyes, Zeratul's pleading eyes were full of affection.

Ignoring Zeratul, Ronnie looked at Artanis who was climbing up, or rather Amon who was controlling him.

"Tsk tsk tsk, a person who thinks he can break the cycle, but little do you know that everything you do is also within the cycle."

Hearing this, Amon was stunned for a moment, then he roared angrily: "What do you know! From the beginning of this universe, it has always been an endless cycle of rebirth and death. Even if an extremely talented race appears, no race can break the cycle and is doomed to perish! And I! I want to break the cycle!"

Listening to his passionate words, Ronnie just picked his nails in disdain.

"You think the cycle is wrong and want to break it. However, the problem does not come from the cycle itself, but from the race itself. Because no race is perfect, it will go from prosperity to decline. Only a race that truly emerges from decline and is reborn can truly break the cycle you are talking about."

Hearing Zeratul's words, Ronnie clapped and gave a thumbs up.

"As expected of the god-like Ze, what a beautiful thing to say."

As soon as Ronnie opened his mouth, he immediately ruined the atmosphere that had been created. Amon and Zeratul didn't know what to say for a moment. They felt like they were fools no matter what they said.

"Just watch, I am the only one who is right."

After Amon said this, he controlled Artanis's body, burst out with psychic energy, and rushed towards Ronnie.

The moment Artanis's sharp blade came before him, Ronnie dodged sideways.

Looking at the thick and long nerves flying behind Artanis' head, Ronnie couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth in a malicious arc.

"What a great angle. It would be a shame not to use this trick."

As he spoke, Ronnie grabbed Artanis's nerve bundle.

"Take that! Eat my green version of Hell's Paradise!"