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"Damn it! Those guys will definitely kill me too!" Niyadra's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.

However, in stark contrast to Niyadra's terror, Hansen remained unusually calm.

Her voice was calm and firm: "Fire on those Protoss warships that are being hunted down."

Niyadra had no time to think; Hansen's words were like a command, and she obeyed without hesitation.

The infected fleet quickly adjusted its firing angle, aiming its cannons at the Protoss warships being chased by the Zerg.

The infected fleet controlled by the Zerg displayed astonishing efficiency. Azure psionic beams ripped through the dark universe like lightning, hurtling towards the pursued Golden Fleet ships along with acid shells.

Caught completely off guard, the Golden Fleet's aircraft carrier was instantly engulfed in flames by this sudden attack, the blue flames burning fiercely and illuminating the entire universe.

The aircraft carrier's hull structure was no match for the impact of the explosion, and a large number of fragments were blasted into space, scattering like meteors.

The Zerg's acid shells are not only highly lethal, but also extremely corrosive.

They easily penetrated the aircraft carrier's unarmored hull and corroded the internal hull structure.

The power supply lines in some compartments were rapidly damaged by the acid corrosion, and the compartments that lost their power supply were plunged into darkness and cut off from the outside world.

Due to the unique openwork structure of the Protoss carrier, many broken hull sections detached from their original form during the attack, drifting away like kites with broken strings.

“Even with such advanced technology, they are still doomed in the face of the Zerg swarm!” Niyadra waved her “little hand” happily, as if she had just thought of firing on the Protoss fleet.

"Don't get too excited, Niyadra!" Hansen shouted, trying to calm the queen down who was getting agitated with excitement.

Just now, the Allied Fleet witnessed a shocking scene—the infected fleet actually opened fire on the golden fleet! This action instantly caused the Allied Fleet to lose interest in them.

The coalition commanders knew very well that Kerrigan's swarm included an infected human and his infected army.

Those infected hatched from biomass and minerals did not attract much attention from the Protoss.

After all, such beings are not uncommon in the universe.

Therefore, upon seeing the fleet before him, the Allied fleet commander, who had some knowledge of the Zerg swarm, immediately thought of Skotov.

Without a doubt, this fleet was sent by him.

As for the Queen of Blades' support, the Allied fleet doesn't actually need it much.

They didn't expect the swarms blocking the Golden Fleet's return to have many troops to support them.

Under intense attacks from both sides, these aircraft carriers ultimately failed to get close to Ayr.

They struggled in space, eventually turning into mobile tombs.

Perhaps one day in the future, Protoss will come to collect these wreckages; or perhaps, a brave human space explorer will encounter them by chance in the vast universe.

But now, they are just steel tombs burning with blue flames.

After dealing with the aircraft carriers, the Allied fleet left without looking back, leaving behind Niyadra, who was pleased with his victory, and Dr. Hansen, who was deep in thought.

"Your plot has failed, Amon!" Artanis's voice rang out in the Templars' communications channel, carrying an undisguised sarcasm.

The instant the Keystone was fully charged, Artanis decisively issued the order, and the Templars swiftly moved to release the Protoss controlled by Amon.

At the same time, the coalition forces also demonstrated superb tactical coordination, skillfully binding a large number of controlled Protoss, temporarily rendering these enemies unable to act.

Once the Keystone was fully charged, the human forces withdrew swiftly as planned. They knew that the upcoming battle was beyond their capabilities, and remaining there would only be a burden.

Artanis stood near the Keystone, his figure tall and imposing, while the council guards around him stood ready, their solar-powered battle axes already lit, prepared to meet any enemy attack.

Not far away, Chirzaj and Tarachin were happily busy. They already knew that Amon hadn't left any backup plans, so they were now confidently setting up camera devices in various directions to record this historic scene that was about to unfold.

However, their overt behavior aroused some strange feelings among the Darram Protoss.

These Protoss beings couldn't help but wonder if these two humans simply wanted to record the battle, or if they had other ulterior motives.

Just as everyone's thoughts were occupied by various speculations, a wave of void energy suddenly came, and then the star spirits filled with void energy appeared at the gate.

Their bodies emitted an eerie glow, and the light blades in their hands shimmered with a chilling red light, clearly influenced by the power of the void.

Without the slightest hesitation, these controlled Protoss charged straight at Artanis and his Council guards like a pack of hungry wolves.

"Now! Karax!" Artanis shouted, his voice still clearly audible amidst the fierce battle.

Upon hearing the command, Karax immediately activated the already fully charged Keystone without hesitation, which then emitted a powerful shockwave.

The controlled Protoss suddenly clutched their heads, as if they were suffering immense pain.

Eamon's consciousness was being forcibly pulled out of their nerve bundles, causing them a sharp pain.

"Templars! Sever the nerve cords and break free from Amon's control!" Artanis's voice echoed in the Protoss's minds, his cry filled with anxiety and determination.

He didn't know if the Keystone could still drive Amon away if there were still Protoss members who hadn't severed their neural bundles.

Amon had originally intended to try again using language to regain control of the Protoss.

However, just as He was about to speak, He suddenly saw that Kirshaj was holding a camera device and pointing it directly at Him.

This action made Amon instantly realize that his actions were meaningless; even the most stubborn Protoss would have their nerve cords forcibly severed by him.

Therefore, Amon decisively abandoned his plan to manipulate the Protoss with words and instead began to evaluate Tarasin and Kirsaj's behavior: "Naive! Hypocritical!"

Just then, Artanis's executive officer, and the highest-ranking Protoss under control, Serandis, suddenly asked, "Without the Khala, what do we have left?"

Her question silenced the Protoss present, for they had never truly considered this question before.

Artanis raised his head, looking firmly at the Protoss present, and slowly said, "Freedom."

The word was so foreign to the Protoss, who had lived under the Khala's link for so long that they had no idea what freedom was.

They didn't understand what freedom really meant, and none of the Protoss in the Khala could answer that question for them.

"Trust me." Artanis's voice echoed in the Protoss's minds once more, his tone filled with confidence and determination.

The council guards stood solemnly behind Artanis like an impregnable golden wall.

These guardians were elite warriors who served the High Council even before the Spear of Adun was completed; their existence symbolized the glory and power of the Protoss civilization.

Serandis stared at her nerve cord, the link that connected her to Kara.

Her gaze was firm and resolute, without the slightest hesitation. With a sudden swipe of the sharp blade in her hand, the nerve cord snapped.

The remaining Protoss witnessed this scene and felt a complex mix of emotions.

They looked at each other and saw the same determination in each other's eyes.

After a brief silence, they all raised their weapons and, without hesitation, severed their own nerve cords.

With the rupture of the nerve cord, Amon's consciousness lost its vessel within the Protoss body.

His existence became ethereal and intangible, like a candle flickering in the wind.

At this moment, the keystone began to shrink, emitting a dazzling light.

Under the watchful eyes of the Allied forces, a towering crimson beam of light erupted from the original location of the Keystone.

Amon was eventually banished completely and returned to the void.

"The Qing Dynasty is gone." Kirsar said something that no one present understood.