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The attacking force marched in silence, with Kirsar occasionally marking places that interested her.

The Five Immortals led the way, with Kirsaj close behind. Zealots provided cover for the human forces behind them, while Hunters darted across the crumbling platforms, scouting for enemy positions.

The high-ranking Templar was quite critical of Kil'jaeden's position at the front, not understanding why he was acting like a suicide squad, walking to the very front.

As advanced psionic units, their physical forms are like exquisite porcelain, relatively fragile. Only by fully unleashing their psionic power can they have a significant impact on the battlefield.

Otherwise, it would be better to add a few more Zealots. After all, the only melee weapon for high-ranking Templars is the psionic blade. Even if they are more skilled than Zealots, they can't fight against a large number of opponents.

"All teams on alert." Kirsaj looked at the enemy on the radar who had entered the siege tank's attack range and decisively ordered, "Siege tanks, activate siege mode around the Immortals."

The steel tracks crushed the debris on the ground like ants, and these heavy tanks, like an impregnable fortress, stood steadily around the Immortal.

Immediately afterwards, their four tracks began to extend and slowly unfold, and two robotic arms extended from the center of the vehicle and landed heavily on the ground.

Their cannon barrels also changed; the twin 90mm cannons slowly contracted, and the central 180mm ram-and-shock cannon gradually took shape.

With the power of the robotic arm, the chassis of the siege tanks slowly rose, and their cannons pointed into the air.

"Coordinates 114.51.4, prepare for artillery fire," Kirsaj ordered, looking at the scanned location.

The siege tanks' turrets slowly rotated, eagerly awaiting the roar of the artillery fire.

After receiving reports that all crews were ready, Chirsar said solemnly, "Fire one load of shells."

Upon receiving the order, the gunner pressed the fire button without hesitation.

In an instant, the 180mm cannon kicked up a violent cloud of dust, as if the earth had been torn apart.

The shell traced a beautiful parabola, carrying the scent of death, and landed heavily on the heads of the Morbius Foundation soldiers.

In an instant, the sounds of explosions, flames, and smoke intertwined, creating a breathtaking scene.

After the Imperial fleet's precise orbital strike, the Morbius Foundation's position suffered another heavy blow, and the already crumbling defenses collapsed instantly.

The soldiers enslaved by the god of darkness did not choose to avoid the artillery fire, but instead stood firm in their defensive positions.

After witnessing this scene, Kilsager was amazed by the severity of the Mobius Foundation's brainwashing.

She then quickly sent the coordinates of the enemy's gathering to the siege tank unit.

Upon receiving the order, the siege tanks immediately rotated their turrets, using temperatures of tens of thousands of degrees to warmly welcome the "defending" enemies.

The high-ranking Templars, who had witnessed human combat methods before, did not comment, but some fanatics who had been sealed away since the Golden Age of the Protoss began to get restless.

They didn't disagree with artillery support tactics, but if the bombing continued, there might be no enemy left for them to fight by the time they arrived.

After all, no Protoss wants to be someone who only picks up scraps, especially since these so-called "slips" are completely defenseless by the time they arrive.

However, despite their dissatisfaction, they would never publicly question Kirsar's decisions, even though she was only a temporary commander.

After round after round of intense shelling, the gunners of the siege tanks showed satisfied smiles, indicating that they had thoroughly enjoyed the explosive feast.

By this time, a basic load of shells had been exhausted.

Kilsager stared at the scan and nodded in satisfaction.

After such a fierce bombing, all of the Mobius Foundation's heavy weapons were destroyed, and its members were scattered in various places, completely disorganized.

Now is the time for the Protoss warriors to strike and reap the rewards.

Kirsaj turned to look at the high-ranking Templar, who immediately understood her intention and nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

In his perception, the bombing was an unexpected success, and the remaining enemies were no longer able to pose a serious threat to the Protoss warriors.

These enemies were mostly light infantry, such as marines, who were no match for the powerful Protoss warriors.

He didn't even need to send out immortals; the Zealots and Hunters alone could easily defeat these enemies.

However, these enemies are not without value; they will become the best teaching materials for Kirsar to learn how to use psionic powers.

In Kirsaj's mind, the voice of the High Templar resounded: "Next, I will use psionic attacks on these humans. Carefully sense the pulse of psionic energy; this is currently the most suitable way for you to utilize psionic energy."

Upon hearing the words of the high-ranking Templar, Killer's eyes turned serious, and she began to use her unfamiliar psionic abilities to observe.

She focused her mind, trying to understand and master this powerful force.

"Using his own psychic energy to draw upon the wandering, untamed psychic energy in the universe, he unleashed it upon his enemies." Blue light gathered and danced in his hand, like a dazzling pearl.

Some Morbius Foundation soldiers noticed unexplained lightning flashes in the air, tiny bolts that moved like snakes, which caught their attention.

Just as they were wondering, the lightning suddenly grew to a massive size, enveloping them like a huge thunderstorm cloud.

Endless psionic lightning filled the sky, and the Morbius Foundation soldiers struggled painfully in this lightning storm that covered several kilometers.

Psychic lightning does not kill enemies with high temperatures; it is a type of decomposition ray that breaks down everything it touches into basic particles within the psychic storm.

In order to allow Kirsar to feel the psionic pulse caused by the psionic storm, the high-ranking Templar charged up his energy and slowed down his casting motion.

Psionic storms are actually quite simple, but most humans don't possess such powerful psionic energy.

Kirsagh stared wide-eyed at the spectacular sight before her. She felt a surge of awe and reverence, and gained a deeper understanding of psychic powers.

The remaining enemies were no longer worth the High Templar unleashing another psionic storm. With a wave of his hand, the impatient Zealots charged out.

Kilsager could clearly sense that the psionic power within the high-ranking Templar had not decreased much, and he still had the strength to unleash a few more psionic storms.

"I'm very curious about just how strong the most powerful psionic cultivator among you Protoss is." Kirsaj watched as a psionic storm became more effective than a barrage of artillery fire.