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On the distant and mysterious homeworld of Taldarim, Slaanesh, the current High Lord of Taldarim, sits in the center of a huge pool filled with the aura of terazosin.

This gas pool resembles a lake formed by the accumulation of terazosin, so dense that it is almost condensed into a liquid.

"Ah, such powerful strength..." Marash couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh. His exposed skin, like a greedy sponge, continuously absorbed the almost liquefied diazine energy around him.

With each drop of terazosin absorbed into his body, his already considerable psychic power continued to increase. However, at the same time, this dependence on power made it increasingly difficult for him to sever his close connection with these terazosins.

Just then, without warning, Marash felt a sudden jolt in his heart, and a strong sense of calling arose within him.

His consciousness, like an arrow released from a bow, swiftly broke free from the constraints of the real universe, piercing through layers of spacetime mist, and directly entering a deep and endless void.

"My God." Marash's mind became incredibly clear in an instant. He bowed his head respectfully and called out softly.

Immediately afterwards, eight enormous eyes emitting a chilling crimson light slowly emerged from the pitch-black void.

Each eye was like a burning flame, radiating coldness, majesty, and an irresistible will.

Without a doubt, this was the fallen Xel'Naga—Amon, who was now personally summoning his faithful servant.

"The alien god is approaching, and his threat should not be underestimated. Do you truly have enough strength to remain firmly in this high-ranking lord position?" The deep and resonant voice of the God of Darkness echoed in the void, sweeping towards Marash with immense pressure.

Faced with the god's doubt, Marash did not hesitate for a moment. He straightened his body and replied without hesitation, "Great god, rest assured. The Taldarin Death Fleet under my command will be as solid as a rock, resisting any enemy that dares to invade!"

His words were resounding, full of confidence and determination.

However, the God of Darkness did not seem to fully believe Marash's boastful words.

Suddenly, a strange black light shot out from the eight scarlet eyes and pierced straight into Marash's chest.

In an instant, Marash felt a violent void force raging wildly within his body, and the pain made him tremble involuntarily.

"This is the Seed of the Void, containing a portion of the power of the void. Use it wisely. If you fail to fulfill your mission, you should know the consequences," the God of Darkness said coldly. Then, the eight crimson giant eyes gradually faded away and disappeared into the vast void.

Marash rose abruptly from the pool of diazine, which emitted an eerie light and was filled with mysterious energy, like a maddened beast.

The liquid in the pool splashed far out, forming a series of water curtain-like scenes.

Just then, the servants who had been waiting by his side rushed forward, wanting to help him put on the heavy and magnificent armor.

However, before they could get close, a powerful surge of psionic energy swept over them like a raging wave, instantly gripping the throat of one of the servants.

"Ho...ho..." The poor Taldarim Protoss were terrified, and could only utter broken, indistinct sounds of fear from their throats.

As Marash's spiritual power continued to increase, that invisible force, like a greedy beast, began to relentlessly tear at their bodies.

Their skin first cracked, then became a bloody mess, and finally peeled off bit by bit until it disappeared completely, leaving only a gruesome pile of flesh scattered on the ground.

"Power! Dermatine! Power! Ah!" Marash fell into a near-frenzied state, roaring incessantly.

His eyes gleamed with a mad light, as if he wanted to devour the entire world.

Meanwhile, with the Purifiers officially joining the Darrambine Protoss ranks, this already formidable fleet has grown even larger.

Prior to this, some members were urgently transferred to support the Terran Empire's evacuation of civilians, and the warships responsible for resisting the Golden Fleet's attack had also temporarily left the battlefield. But now they have all returned and reorganized into an invincible steel torrent.

The Spear of Adun was the first to arrive at Slayn. As the magnificent flagship slowly approached the planet, everyone was surprised to find that an extremely large fleet was circling above it.

“A fleet?” Artanis was quite surprised.

“Look, the Death Fleet is preparing to follow Amon’s orders and destroy all life in the sector.” Alarak was pleased to see Artanis’s surprised expression.

"Then we'd better act quickly!" Artanis didn't want to fight a fleet battle here.

“Lakshir, this kind of battle to seize power through combat must not be rushed. If we want them to take on the new rank, this ceremony needs to be carefully prepared.”

“We’re on a planet teeming with enemy fleets, and you’re telling me to prepare!” Artanis exclaimed, his voice rising with agitation.

"I will depose Marash, the ruler of the Tal'darim, and bring the Tal'darim under my control!" Alarak clenched his fist and faced Artanis directly.

"Or I can defeat Amon and become the new god of Taldarim."

While the two Protoss were arguing, Kirsaji arrived at the scene.

"What?" Alarak and Artanis both exclaimed in surprise.

"What are you doing?" Renault asked, equally surprised when he heard Kirsage's words.

“Group quest, Supreme Lord, not High-Ranking Lord.” Kilsaji gestured with the shape of a pyramid.

“I see.” Renault nodded in agreement.

"Are you really confident you can defeat Amon?" Artanis stared at Kirsajarn with a look of suspicion, his eyes revealing deep doubt and worry.

Faced with Artanis's questioning, Kirsar's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident yet sly smile.

She simply shrugged and replied nonchalantly, "Who isn't a god?"

Before he finished speaking, Killer suddenly winked his left eye mischievously at everyone around him, as if conveying a mysterious message.

However, these words angered Alarak, who was standing nearby.

His eyes widened in anger, and he roared furiously, "This doesn't fit our deal! Don't spout nonsense!"

Upon hearing Alarak's angry rebuke, Kirsaji showed no fear whatsoever, and instead swaggered straight toward Alarak.

After she stood still, she said slowly and deliberately, "Oh dear, your attitude towards me, who is about to become your new god, is not very friendly."

You know, once I successfully ascend to the altar and become the ruler of Tal'darim, as my follower, you will naturally be promoted to a high-ranking lord as well.

Although there may have been a tiny, insignificant change to the plan at the moment, the final result will definitely be a happy one for everyone!

After saying that, Killer Gerrard leisurely stretched out his right hand and gestured a universe at his fingertips.

Artanis watched the standoff between the two men in silence. After a moment of contemplation, he finally spoke slowly: "If you truly possess such extraordinary strength and ability to defeat Amon and realize the grand vision you have envisioned, then we, as the eldest son of God, will spare no effort to give you our full support and assistance."