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The corrupted psionic energy collided violently with the void energy like surging waves, producing thunderous roars.

In this thrilling energy duel, Amon, playing away from home, was clearly at a disadvantage, his void energy gradually being suppressed by Kirsa's continuous psionic energy.

“You should go back to the void, Amon!” Kirsaj’s voice echoed in the chaotic space, full of authority and determination.

Her psychic energy surged forth like a torrent, filling the entire space and forming a powerful energy barrier that tightly trapped Amon within it.

Amon felt unprecedented pressure; his void energy seemed so fragile in the face of Kirsaji's psionic power.

Despite his desperate struggle, the scale of the corrupted psionic energy far exceeded that of the void energy, preventing him from breaking through the barrier.

Kirsage did not attempt to compete with Amon in terms of psionic control; she knew that she would be slightly inferior to an ancient monster who had lived for countless years.

Therefore, she chose to use her numerical advantage to overwhelm Eamon, leaving him no room to breathe.

However, Eamon did not surrender easily.

After the Heavenly Blazing Weapon appeared, he finally realized that he had been completely outmaneuvered.

But what he didn't understand was, since Kirsaj could use psionic energy to guide the cannon fire of the fleet in orbit, why was he only engaging in this kind of direct confrontation with him?

“You crave the power of the Xel'Naga.” After much deliberation, Amon suddenly realized this possibility.

"Maybe." Kirsage gave a vague answer to Amon's question.

However, it was this ambiguous answer that made Eamon even more convinced of his guess.

Having weaknesses and desires means there are opportunities to exploit them.

Eamon secretly calculated in his heart that as long as he found Kirsar's weakness, he could turn the tide of the battle and win.

“I will await your arrival in the void.” Amon’s voice echoed in Kirsa’s mind, like a curse, or a promise.

Amon watched helplessly as his host body began to crumble. His once indestructible body now seemed to have been ripped apart as if its soul had been ripped out.

His gaze was fixed intently on Kirsaji, a look filled with resentment and anger, but even more so with a deep sense of helplessness.

Finally, Amon abandoned the body that could no longer serve Him.

As His power was withdrawn, the hybrid lost its support and was instantly devoured by Killer's powerful corrupting psionic energy.

With a piercing tearing sound, the hybrid was ripped into countless fragments in the blink of an eye, scattered across the desolate land.

However, this is not the end.

When this hybrid died, a powerful surge of void energy erupted from its body, like a volcanic eruption.

This energy coalesced into a crimson pillar of light that shot straight into the sky, as if to tear the entire sky apart.

As the beam of light rose, the hybrid body was also swept up and disappeared from the land, as if it had never existed.

As the Amon Descendant died, the void that had obscured the sky began to gradually dissipate.

The sky, which had been shrouded in darkness, gradually revealed a sliver of light—the light of a star. It pierced through the gap in the void and shone upon the land of El.

Upon seeing this, Karax, who was already prepared, immediately started the charging process for the Keystone.

The ancient artifact began to emit a dazzling light under his control, and the surrounding Protoss forces quickly assembled, protecting the artifact tightly in the center.

They stood ready to defend themselves against any enemies who might try to interfere with the artifact's charging process.

Artanis stood on the high platform, his gaze sweeping over the ancient fortress that had been forged into a steel hedgehog by the Protoss and humans together.

The fortress was surrounded by various defensive structures and weapons, and every corner emanated powerful energy fluctuations.

This fortress is not only the Protoss' last line of defense, but also the key to their counterattack against Amon.

"My fellow countrymen! Listen to me!"

"Time is running out! What lies before you is everything that this race and civilization has survived in the flames of war! And those compatriots who are being controlled in the stars."

"Our people once ruled the galaxy, and our future was once full of glory."

"But in our arrogance and division, we have failed our sacred duty and are heading towards destruction."

"Kara was supposed to be the bond that unites us, but she has caused this division. Her hopes were just a lie."

"Today, we must abandon this lie, as well as our arrogance and prejudice, and let it all become history."

"Because we are fighting for the same belief: that our race will not end here; that we Protoss can unite as one, upholding the same belief; that we Protoss can create a great and powerful civilization!"

"Trust each other in battle and unite your will!"

"May this final battle be immortalized! May we be remembered forever!"

Cerberus AI quietly observed everything around her. She did not empathize with the Protoss; on the contrary, she found them unusually noisy.

At this point, the coalition forces held a clear advantage in both space and ground warfare, but she couldn't understand why the other side would go to such lengths to boost morale.

With overwhelming combat power, why should we be happy about something that is bound to happen?

The current battle situation on the surface of Aiur is that the Protoss, Terran forces, and Cerberus swarm are facing Amon's Zerg, Hybrids, and controlled Protoss.

Just then, nearly 10 billion Zerg suddenly responded to Amon's call, and like a surging tide of flesh and blood, they swept towards the last fortress.

"High Priest, the number of Zerg is enormous!" Karax shouted anxiously to Artanis. "If any areas of our position are breached, you can temporarily stop recharging and unleash Nova Blast to kill the invading Zerg."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Furthermore, the Cerberus Zerg have all been psionic-modified by Ms. Kirsage, so they will not be affected by the Nova Impact."

Artanis stared at the Zerg swarming in from all directions, his tone unusually grave: "Well done, Phase Technician. Hopefully we won't have to resort to this method; our people have suffered far too long."

He brandished his light blade, preparing for the fierce battle that was about to begin.

Renault walked steadily to Artanis's side, his gaze fixed on the approaching horde of alien dragons in the distant sky, as if he could feel the threat and pressure they brought.

At the same time, the coalition's warplanes took off almost simultaneously, rushing headlong into the swarm of alien dragons.

Their engines roared deafeningly, as if proclaiming their determination and courage to the enemy.

Furthermore, ground-based anti-aircraft missiles and photon gun emplacements also launched a fierce attack on the alien dragon swarm at the same time.

Missiles roared across the sky, accurately striking their targets and bursting into dazzling sparks; photon turrets fired a series of azure energy balls, enveloping the alien dragon horde in a radiant glow.

Renault watched this scene quietly, a familiar feeling welling up inside him.

"Just like before, old friend."