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The hybrid raider was struck by Kirsaj's powerful impact, instantly creating a human-shaped bloody hole in its body.

The immense impact propelled Kearsarge forward until he crashed into a solid wall, sending up a cloud of dust.

The hybrid raider's mutilated body remained standing, seemingly unaware of what had just happened.

Kerrigan forcefully shoved aside the corpse of the hybrid raider, then unleashed her powerful psionic energy to disperse the surrounding dust.

Kirsaj struggled to pry himself out of the wall, an embarrassed look on his face, as he cautiously glanced at Kerrigan.

At this moment, Killer Jake was inwardly groaning, "Help me, Archbishop! This is so embarrassing!"

At the same time, she cast a pleading look at Artanis, who had already sheathed his light blade, but unfortunately, Artanis did not understand what she meant.

After all, he is a Protoss, so understanding human eyes and expressions still has some difficulty.

"Stop blinking! Who are you anyway?" Kerrigan looked at Kirszaj, who kept blinking, and couldn't help but find it a little funny. "You're trying to wink at the Protoss, do you think he can understand that?"

At this moment, Artanis heard Kerrigan's words and finally understood Kirsaj's predicament.

He stepped forward and explained, "She's Renault's friend."

"Yes, yes, Artanis is right, sister-in-law." Kirsaj nodded repeatedly, a fawning smile on his face, hoping to defuse the awkward situation as soon as possible.

After all, she didn't want to leave a bad first impression on this potential sister-in-law of the group members.

"Sister-in-law?" Kerrigan's eyes sharpened instantly. She stared at Kirsaj, a mixture of doubt and delight welling up inside her.

Renault does have a group of loyal brothers, but Kirsaëns doesn't seem like one of Renault's "fellow buddies".

“Uh… well, Uncle Reno is the oldest in the group… how about I call you Auntie?” Killer Szach scratched the back of his head and said softly, his tone a little cautious.

She knew that her way of addressing someone might have caused a misunderstanding, but she didn't know how to correct it.

“It seems he’s done quite a bit.” Kerrigan crossed her arms, a faint smile playing on her lips. She didn’t think Raynor would be interested in this seemingly naive little girl, especially since Kirsaj had just called her sister-in-law, which showed that Raynor still cared about her deeply.

Artanis glanced back at the mural, his blue-glowing eyes fixed on the image, lost in deep thought.

After a while, he slowly turned his head and said to Kerrigan, "It seems this is all fate."

Kerrigan then noticed the murals that were clearly illuminated by Kirsage, and her gaze fell on the one in the middle.

In the painting, she lies horizontally in mid-air, and the creature surrounding her is very similar to the hybrid from before.

Her brow furrowed slightly, and an ominous premonition welled up inside her.

“We can’t hesitate any longer,” Artanis said solemnly, his voice turning serious.

Kerrigan glanced at Kirsaj, who was trying to get away with his cuteness, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

If she and Reno had a daughter, she would probably be about the same age as Kirsar now.

Her gaze fell on Kirsaji, a hint of curiosity and tenderness flashing in her eyes.

"What's your name?" Kerrigan's voice was gentle, as soft as a spring breeze.

"Killer Claw." Killer Claw flinched when his name was called, clearly nervous.

“Don’t get excited, kid.” Kerrigan gently waved her hand, smiling reassuringly. “Tell me later what Renault has been doing all these years.”

Kirsa nodded, secretly relieved.

Artanis, standing to the side, was surprised by what he saw.

He felt as if he were experiencing that goosebumps that humans get, and this feeling seemed somewhat foreign to him as it appeared on Kerrigan.

This was not the ruthless and fearsome Queen of Blades he knew.

At this moment, Kerrigan is more like a gentle mother, full of care and love.

Kerrigan slowly walked deeper into the area, with Kirsaj quickly jogging to keep up, while Artanis silently followed behind them.

Along the way, Kirsaj began to recount Raynor's experiences with the Chatterbox, including their driving away of the Lava Dragon, playing the Genesis game, bringing Tina's homeworld into the Terran Empire, fighting the Morbius Foundation in Korhal, and their experience of opening the Skylock in Urna.

Kerrigan listened quietly, occasionally asking questions, unaware that Renault was right outside.

The bridge of the Spear of Adun, after the three of them had been inside for a while

Vorazun and Renault stood side by side in front of the tactical platform. The entire bridge appeared unusually empty, with only the two of them and a fanatic operating the terminal.

Renault crossed his arms in front of his chest, wearing specially designed power armor, with a revolver at his waist.

Vorazun looked at the human with curiosity, who had formed deep friendships with many Protoss.

“What do you think Xel'Naga will give Artanis?” Reno broke the silence.

“It’s hard to say, Xel’Naga is too mysterious to us,” Vorazun replied.

Renault gazed at the quiet Taldarim fleet in the distance, a sense of unease creeping into his heart.

They had anticipated a fierce battle, but the Taldarim fleet was now quietly anchored far from Adun's Spear, taking no action, a situation that puzzled them.

They remained wary of each other, yet did not interfere with one another.

As for the safety of the two who entered the temple, the Genesis had been converted into ship equipment by Kirsage, so they were not worried about Artanis's safety.

Just then, the Spear of Adun detected the unusual activity at the temple.

"Chief! The temple below is spewing out a violent burst of void energy," the fanatic immediately reported to Vorazun.

"Target the center of the explosion..." Before Vorazun could finish speaking, a dazzling light suddenly appeared on the bridge of the Spear of Adun.

Amidst a dazzling red light, a tall Tal'darim Protoss slowly revealed himself.

He wore a set of jet-black heavy armor, while the blood-red crystals looked like evil gems embedded in the armor, giving off an eerie feeling.

The fanatics on the side fearlessly brandished their light blades and charged towards the enemy without hesitation.

Renault quickly drew his revolver, ready to cover the Templar at any moment.

However, faced with such a fierce attack, the Tal'darim Protoss simply stretched out their hand, and a powerful burst of psionic energy instantly erupted, firmly controlling the Zealot in mid-air, rendering him unable to move.

Seeing this, Raynor decisively fired several shots in quick succession. The large-caliber bullets slammed into the Taldarim Protoss's shield, but did not cause him any real damage.

At this moment, the Tal'darim Protoss sneered and casually waved their hands, throwing the controlled fanatics far away.

Immediately afterwards, a scythe shimmering with psionic light appeared in Vorazun's hand. She leaped high into the air, her figure becoming elusive, like a ghost.

The Tal'darim Protoss dared not be careless and quickly crossed their two light blades in front of them, preparing to meet Vorazun's attack.

But Vorazun appeared behind him at the crucial moment, skillfully avoiding his psionic defenses. The Tal'darim Protoss sensed the danger and immediately turned to fight back.

Meanwhile, Raynor was working intently on the Spear of Adun's control panel. As he gave the order, an energy prison shimmering with a mysterious light suddenly appeared, trapping the Tal'darim Protoss within.

“I am not your enemy, Dark Templar, and… the Short-lived.” The Taldarim Protoss was held in mid-air by the energy prison, but he was not flustered at all. “You must listen to me, Patriarch. Your leader has fallen into Amon’s trap, and he is in danger.”

"Do you think we're fools?" Vorazun extinguished the psionic blade in his hand and said angrily.

“That’s right… but it’s irrelevant to the current situation. What’s important is that Amon has opened a gate to the Void.” The Taldarim Protoss narrowed their eyes. “Dark energy is pouring out from it, and it will turn your leader and all those who resist Amon to ashes.”

“You haven’t given your name yet, Tadarin,” Renault said, looking at him warily.

"I am Alarak, the first person to be ascended through the Chains of Ascension in Tal'darim! And the one who will avenge himself on Amon!"