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"For Al!"

"Fight for the high-ranking lords!"

War cries echoed across Urna as the Dalam and Taldarim Protoss clashed in a fierce battle.

Azure and crimson psionic blades intertwined, one upholding its glorious mission, the other obeying the will of the high lord.

However, faith cannot endow these Taldarin Deadmen with superior martial skills.

Neither the Protoss who escaped Aiur nor the Templars who had just awakened on the Spear of Adun were ordinary people. They might not be much stronger than the Tal'darim in terms of raw power, but in terms of teamwork and martial arts, they far surpassed the Tal'darim.

“Traitor!” Voyles swung his solar-powered battle axe, the massive axe moving with incredible lightness in his hands, like a butterfly fluttering in the air.

Every swing of his hand carried boundless power, as if he wanted to cleave the entire world in two.

With a horizontal slash, he shattered the Taldarim fanatic's psionic shield in front of him.

Then, Voyles turned and leaped, the solar-powered battle axe seemingly propelled by his body, tracing a graceful arc.

The axe blade gleamed with a dazzling light as it mercilessly cleaved the Taldarim fanatic in two from top to bottom.

Blood splattered, splashing onto the ground and forming bright red flowers.

"Templars! Slay the traitor!" Voyles shouted, his voice like a thunderclap, shaking the surrounding air.

Behind him, the other Templars responded with roars.

"For the sake of the high-ranking lords!"

The Taldarim Zealots responded to the Dalam Protoss with frenzied battle cries, showing no grief for the loss of their brethren, but rather filled with contempt for the fallen.

In their eyes, the glory they once cherished has long since vanished, and now all that remains is their worship of the high lords and their fanatical faith in the god of darkness.

Regardless of what the Taldarim Protoss thought in their hearts, their attack was already doomed to failure.

They lacked the emergency teleportation capabilities of the Dalam Protoss, leaving only the corpses of Taldarim Zealots on the battlefield, while the Dalam Protoss continued to arrive in droves.

“We will rise from the ashes!” When Voyers heard these familiar words, his brows furrowed deeply.

He was well aware that some of the technologies from the Mobius Foundation would pose a significant threat to them.

With that thought, he leaped with all his might, like a bolt of lightning, over the fiercely fighting Taldarim fanatics, and charged straight toward the human servant army behind the Taldarim.

"Fire!"

Seeing the parliamentary guards charging towards them, the Morbius Foundation soldiers opened fire without hesitation. C-14 gauss rifles spat fire, and the firepower of several Marines instantly formed a steel net.

Voyles did not dodge; the powerful electromagnetic bullet was blocked by his shield, and the bullet, having exhausted its kinetic energy, fell helplessly.

Just a moment later, Voyles had already rushed into the ranks of the Mobius Foundation Marines. He swung his solar-powered battle axe, instantly cutting several Marines in half at the waist.

Many of the Morbius Foundation Marines continued firing as they were being cut open, until they noticed their vision shifting and their upper bodies slipping away, leaving a smooth cut.

The solar-powered battle axe in Voyles' hand gleamed with a blue light, as if mocking the incompetence of the Morbius Foundation Marines.

The blood and internal organs did not spill on the ground; the high temperature congealed their blood.

However, Voyles did not stop; he continued to swing his solar-powered battle axe, hacking at even more enemies.

The Marines from the Mobius Foundation watched in madness as Voyles launched his attack.

They could only continue firing, trying to slow Voyers' advance.

However, Voyles was too fast; even a small number of bullets were deflected by his psionic shield, and some even injured other Marines from the Morbius Foundation.

The Morbius troops, who were already outnumbered, were quickly wiped out by Voyers and his men, leaving only a ground littered with severed limbs and bloodstains.

The Tal'darim Protoss were slaughtered one by one by the Templars. No miracles occurred among these Tal'darim Protoss clad in black and red sinful armor, and their gods did not bestow any blessings upon them.

The remaining Templars automatically began clearing the battlefield, while Voel stood on a high platform, carefully observing the structure of Urna.

“This sacred place has been seized by a bunch of madmen.” Voyers was furious and filled with contempt for his fellow Taldarin.

"Humans will take over this place and establish a strong defense." As a cloud of black mist billowed out, the Dark Templar silently appeared before Voyles.

Voyles glanced at the Taldarim madmen lying haphazardly on the ground and suddenly felt that the Dark Templars weren't so unacceptable after all.

“These Taldarim have abandoned their identity as the firstborn sons of God; they are lost in endless lies,” Voyers said calmly. “Their martial skills are weak and feeble, yet they yearn for the power bestowed upon them by the god of darkness.”

The Dark Templar remained silent, understanding that the Council Guards had taken his words to heart.

With a deep, powerful rumble, a series of imposing siege tanks, like steel behemoths, slowly rolled in, arranged in neat formations.

These steel war beasts, meticulously modified by Kearsarge, not only possess a faster deployment capability, but their combat effectiveness has also been significantly enhanced.

They possess larger calibers, higher energy output, and faster rates of fire, making them invincible weapons on the battlefield.

The experienced veterans in the Rangers gave high praise to this brand-new siege tank.

Now, they are no longer ordinary soldiers, but advanced troops equipped with powerful shields.

Yes, all the Rangers in this operation are equipped with advanced Tek shields, which gives them more confidence and strength in battle.

One veteran remarked with emotion, "In all the years we've been with Renault, this is the first time we've used such sophisticated equipment."

These new equipment are not only high-performing but also ingeniously designed, giving people a sense of power and reliability.

Upon hearing the veteran's words, Renault simply smiled and did not offer much of an opinion.

As for himself, he would never abandon the small revolver that had been with him for many years.

This pistol has witnessed countless life-or-death trials of his life and has become a part of his life.

Even now that there are better weapon options available, he still has a soft spot for it.

Kirsa also heard rumors about Reno's Starbreaker revolver, which intrigued her, and she often imagined the pistol's wonders.

But she never asked Renault to let her see the pistol. After all, the idea that a revolver could shatter stars was just a rumor, right?