Kilsager and Chat Groups

Al: Kil'Saviour, are you alright? @Kil'Saviour

Chen Huijie: Kelsager!? @Kelsager

Azure Star: Mom! Say something! @Kirsage

Renault: Little girl! @Kirsage

Tina: Killer Killer, can you answer us!?

Kirsar: I'm fine now.

Azure Star: That's great!

Chen Huijie: I'm glad you're alright.

Al: You scared everyone to death.

Renault: Could it be some kind of mental attack by that Eamon guy?!

Kilsager: No, but pretty much.

Group Customer Service: The chat group will protect all members from malicious psychological attacks, but only those psychological attacks that the members themselves cannot resolve.

Renault: This chat group suddenly sprang up!?

The powerful support from the chat group this time left all the group members dumbfounded. Was this still the same incompetent chat group that always failed to deliver on its promises?

However, upon further reflection, everyone realized that this was a good thing, as at least now group members were no longer afraid of being subjected to psychological attacks.

"Hmph hmph hmph, ahh ...

The hybrid possessed by Narud emitted a series of hellish psionic shrieks, the piercing sound like a sharp sword stabbing straight into the heart.

Those who approached it felt as if their brains were being pierced by countless steel needles at the same time, experiencing excruciating pain. The next moment, their heads exploded like ripe watermelons, splattering blood and brain matter everywhere.

Even the powerful Protoss felt extremely uncomfortable, and they struggled to resist the impact of the psionic shrieks as they channeled their purifying psionic energy into their bodies.

On this super hybrid body, formed by the fusion of a three-headed hybrid ruler and a large number of lower-level hybrids, purple patterns spread rapidly like a virus. Although they only occupied a very small part, they were stolen from the will of the Xel'Naga.

"Get out of my way!" Narud roared furiously, and crimson void energy erupted like a volcanic eruption, instantly dissipating the corrupting will under his impact.

Kirsa quietly observed everything before her. She discovered that she had not been affected in the slightest by this mental attack. Moreover, she had successfully rid herself of the corrupting will within her, and now those corrupting forces were completely under her control.

Narud was also an honest man; in order to possess her body, he even endured the corrupting influence.

Now, Narud has helped her resolve the corrupting will within her that was giving way to stagnation, without causing her any harm.

Narud finally recovered from the impact of the corrupting will. He raised his head, his eyes, which were filled with void energy, were exhausted.

“This will…” Narud raised the twisted left hand of the hybrid, the signs of corruption on the arm were extremely conspicuous, “That’s not Xel’Naga, what exactly are you?”

Kirsa didn't know how to answer Him, nor did she know what she was.

At that moment, Narud sensed the darkness dissipating. He turned around in surprise and saw that the artifacts on the base had vanished.

Renault, who ordered his troops to retreat, looked at the two ghostly icons on the radar that had taken away the artifact, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Two ghosts, using optical invisibility and possessing no psychic abilities, secretly moved an unguarded artifact, carrying an invisible storage box containing the artifact.

And so, the overwhelming darkness was resolved in such a ridiculous way.

The two ghosts were too insignificant in Narud's eyes; they easily stole the artifact while His attention was not on it.

"Despicable! Lowly!" Narud roared, never expecting such an end for himself.

His eyes burned with fury as he stared intently at the human troops who had retreated to a distance, his heart filled with resentment and bitterness.

At that moment, the Protoss warriors glowed with a warp-like blue light, preparing to leave the battlefield.

"Spear of Adun! Unleash your fury!" With this command, the Spear of Adun began its attack.

First, several triangular convergents formed a ring in the air, and then a thick golden beam of light descended from the sky.

The purifying beam struck the hybrid directly, and the powerful energy instantly engulfed it.

"Imperial Fleet! Open fire now!"

At the same time, the Imperial fleet launched an attack. Countless bound plasma clusters rained down from the sky, crashing onto the ground.

The ultimate order of interstellar civilization unleashed its fury upon this hybrid, and in their rage, everything would turn to ashes.

Augustegrad has never shone as brightly as it does today. Under the fierce attack of both fleets, half of the planet was illuminated, and the people of Khar saw the light breaking through the endless darkness.

The people of Khar didn't know what the orbital bombing was targeting, but they did know that Augustegrad had gained a deep, hellish pit.

Augustegrad, night.

The cleanup began as the city burned in flames, Imperial forces collected the bodies of their soldiers, and, with the help of the Protoss, searched for any civilians who might still be alive.

Medical transport planes kept going back and forth, carrying hope across the ruins.

"Boom."

Reno planted a C-14 Gauss rifle in the ground with an identification tag hanging on it.

Behind him, rows of guns stood on the ground, with only the occasional sound of identification tags hitting the guns.

These were warriors who joined Raynor during his rebellion; they fought against the Zerg, confronted the Protoss, and together with Raynor overthrew Arcturus Mengsk.

Now, these veterans rest in peace in their homeland.

“Do you know his name?” Artanis asked, standing behind Renault.

“No, but I know the story of each and every one of them.” Renault slowly stood up, dust falling from his hands. “They never imagined the ending would be like this. One bad thing after another, the Imperial territory fell, the outposts were destroyed, and countless brave warriors… died tragically.”

“Death is the fate of all warriors,” Artanis said with a hint of realization. “Perhaps we will soon face it as well.”

“Fate is not predetermined, Artanis,” Raynor said firmly. “If Zeratul believes you can turn the tide, then the battle has only just begun.”

Artanis turned around, extended his right hand, palm up: "You humans are used to shaking hands with your friends, aren't you?"

Renault looked at Artanis's arm, placed his hand on Artanis's arm, and turned Artanis's arm around.

What came into his view was not the psionic blade generator, but Zeratul's battle blade.

Renault opened his eyes wide and looked directly at Artanis: "Let's fight side by side!"

The two shook hands in the moonlight.

Although there were only two people present, it was a handshake between three people.