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"I am Alarak! The first in the Chain of Ascension of Tal'darim! Marash has already perished at the hands of the fourth-ranked member of the Chain of Ascension! And now, I am the High Lord of Tal'darim!"

As the bridge of the Taldarim mothership where Marash was located suddenly exploded without warning, a communication from Alarak instantly spread throughout the entire Death Fleet.

Faced with the unknown fate and lack of news of Marash, the shrewd and wise Taldarin Ascendants, after a brief deliberation, resolutely chose to submit to Alarak, completely disregarding the truth behind the situation.

However, Marash's die-hard followers persisted in their insistence that Marash was not dead and that Alarak was merely bluffing in an attempt to sow discord among the other Taldarim Ascendants.

But time flies by, and the voices of these once-arrogant loyalists of the former high-ranking lords gradually faded until they finally disappeared without a trace.

“I truly did not expect that a coup could succeed so easily.” Artanis stared at the scene before him as all the Taldarim Ascended pledged allegiance to Alarak, and couldn’t help but marvel at how incomprehensible the behavior of these Taldarim Protoss.

“Tadarin never bestows pity or sympathy upon the weak and powerless,” Alarak responded.

“This is truly disgraceful!” Artanis slowly shook his head, his eyes filled with determination and resolve.

He secretly thought to himself that he absolutely could not allow the Darram civilization he led to degenerate into a corrupt and decadent entity like the Taldarim.

"Your business is over, now it's my turn." Killer Killer stood firmly to the side, arms crossed, coldly watching everything unfold before him.

Artanis and Alarak exchanged a glance, as if they had completed a silent exchange in that instant.

Finally, the two reached a consensus and said in unison, "The Templars (Tal'darim) will give their all!" As soon as they finished speaking, the atmosphere around them became heavy.

Immediately afterwards, Alarak issued an order: "Begin preparations now."

However, for those who had only recently submitted to Alarak, the news that followed was like a bolt from the blue, filling them with terror—they were to prepare to perform the Lakshir ritual against the mysterious and powerful god of darkness!

This decision surprised the promoted individuals, and some of the more perceptive and sensitive among them vaguely guessed why Marash had died so mysteriously.

"Alarak! Have you gone mad?!" Ginara, who had always been on Alarak's side, could no longer suppress her panic and anger. Her eyes widened as she roared at Alarak, "What you're doing is dragging us all into an endless abyss!"

Faced with Ginara's hysterical questioning, Alarak merely narrowed his eyes slightly, seemingly finding Ginara's reaction somewhat amusing.

"Hurry up and start preparing. In this battle of Rak'shield, the Tal'darim will surely embark on a journey of revenge." Alarak's calm words seemed to contain boundless power and determination.

“How could a mortal possibly defeat a god? Even you, Alarak, could never do it!” Ginara’s eyes widened. Although she had to admit that Alarak was exceptionally powerful, he was still only within the realm of the Taldarim Protoss.

"In that case, let the true god himself slay the god of darkness."

Upon hearing this, Ginara froze instantly, the entire Protoss frozen in place as if struck by lightning, her mind blank, completely unsure how to respond.

After a long while, she came to her senses and stammered, "Wh...what?"

Alarak didn't say another word, but simply repeated, "Prepare Lakshir immediately."

His tone was low and solemn, revealing an unquestionable authority.

Looking at Alarak's serious face, Ginara felt a thousand unwillingnesses and ten thousand helplessness, but she knew that she was powerless to disobey his orders.

So she could only turn around and silently go about her mission.

Meanwhile, Kirsaj was intently manipulating the corrupted psionic energy, slowly pushing it deeper into the earth beneath the planet Slaine.

As her psionic energy continued to permeate the planet, she was surprised to discover that the void energy contained within it was exceptionally powerful, even forming something akin to an energy tide.

Whenever the void energy "rises," countless minions of Amon surge forth from those void rifts like a tidal wave.

Worse still, these raging void energies can severely damage the Protoss's neural bundles.

This is why, even though the Tadalin possessed nerve bundles, they were never able to establish an effective mental connection.

Kil'jaeden focused intently on continuously channeling the corrupting spiritual energy into the planet, as if he were digging for a bottomless treasure.

With her efforts, the corrupted psionic energy gradually seeped into every inch of the planet's land and every breath of air, beginning a breathtaking transformation of the void energy that originally existed on Slaane.

Just then, the ascendants who were immersed in the pleasure brought by the terazosin suddenly noticed something was wrong.

A series of violent coughs broke the silence and joy.

They hastily channeled their psionic energy, attempting to dispel the diazo mist that lingered around them.

The crimson void energy seemed to be under a spell, gradually changing.

They slowly and steadily changed from scarlet to deep purple, like mysterious stars twinkling in the night sky.

At the same time, the control that Eamon had exerted on Slaanesh was gradually losing its effectiveness, as if being peeled away layer by layer.

Karax, who had been closely monitoring energy changes, captured these data immediately.

His eyes widened as he stared intently at the ever-increasing corrupted psionic energy readings on the screen.

He turned around anxiously and shouted to Artanis, "High Priest! Slaanesh's corrupted psionic readings are rising wildly! Kirsaj is really converting void energy!"

Artanis stood there quietly, his gaze passing over the many obstacles, looking towards the distant Death Fleet that had surrendered in an instant.

His eyes were deep and solemn, as if they could pierce through the endless darkness and see into the future.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke, “Rather than letting the Taldarim become slaves to revenge, or pawns that Amon can discard at will, it would be better to let Kirsaji’s friends rule them. Perhaps this would be a better outcome for the Taldarim.”

Upon hearing this, Kairax abruptly raised his head.

He stared blankly at Artanis, his voice hoarse with emotion: "But... but what about the Taldarim warriors who are willing to fight alongside us? Are we just going to abandon them like this?"

“They will have another option—to become Templars.”