There was a saying, "Looking at a mountain is close to death," which was very accurate to describe the current situation of Party Ace.
The magnificent palace building at the heart of the city was getting bigger and bigger, taller and taller, but the buildings full of Protoss aura that appeared in front of them seemed to be endless. After passing through one floor, there would be another floor. It was like an endless Eight Trigrams formation.
Suddenly, Aldaris frowned and said, "That's right.
"There's a battle over there! I can feel energy fluctuations. Someone's casting a Psionic Storm. "
A thought came to Sheyan's mind.
"Casting a Psionic Storm in this place? Psionic Storms don't seem to work inside buildings. Casting a Psionic Storm doesn't seem like a good idea in a place like this, which is similar to an urban street battle. "
Aldaris shook his head.
"I don't know, but now shouldn't be a good time to be distracted."
Sheyan shook his head again.
"I seem to smell blood. It's not the disgusting smell of Zerg blood, nor is it the faint alcohol-like smell of Protoss blood. If that's the case, then my companions might really be in danger. I have to go check it out no matter what."
Aldaris, of course, expressed considerable indignation and disdain at Sheyan's decision, but it was really dangerous to walk in this lifeless city without the protection of an MT. They passed through a dazzling but empty shop, a square with a large number of neat and messy seats, and finally found a piece of blood-stained armour. Sheyan's face was covered in blood. Sheyan's face was covered in blood.
This armour was made from manganese steel and carbon. The key words to it were: sturdy and light. Therefore, this thing had been used on a large scale for the human machine gunner troops' protective armour. However, judging from the position of this piece of armour, it should be where the heart should be, so there was almost no chance that the wearer would be spared.
It was worth mentioning that there were traces of the High Templar being killed near the piece of armour. It seemed to be Ronnie's handiwork. The High Templar was quietly hidden, then killed with a single blow!
After walking for about a kilometer, Sheyan suddenly heard the familiar and intense sounds of 10mm C-14 Gauss machine guns firing. However, he could vaguely make out that there were only three machine guns firing.
Suddenly, there was a scream, and the sound of gunfire became even more chaotic. Sheyan rushed forward and saw Ronnie fighting fiercely with a Protoss hero in a black cloak. The Protoss hero's head was extraordinarily large, as if a large lump of flesh had grown out of it. His eyes had turned blood-red like the Zerg's.
The Protoss hero's scythe-shaped ion-light blade had already spun in a circle and was slashing down on Ronnie's head. This was also the moment when the Protoss hero revealed a huge flaw. Given Ronnie's strength, he could easily end the battle by stabbing the vital point in the middle of his chest. However, if Ronnie attacked, he would also be severely injured by the Protoss hero, so he could only dodge.
But at this moment, Sheyan suddenly shouted.
"Ronnie, don't dodge! Stab!"
Ronnie's heart skipped a beat. Many thoughts flashed through his mind, but he still gritted his teeth. The Blood Weapon in his hand glowed with an indescribable brilliance. He forcibly stopped his dodging posture and stabbed at the enemy in front of him.
Injury for injury!
The sharp ion-light blade slashed down with a slight vibration, leaving a long trail of electricity behind it. Ronnie only had time to avoid being hit on his head, but a series of terrifying explosions occurred on his shoulder. It was as if a storm of flesh and blood had appeared out of thin air!
But Ronnie felt that the injuries he suffered were only flesh wounds. They were far less serious than he had imagined.
But when Ronnie saw Sheyan's body stagger, he knew that Sheyan must have shared most of the damage that he was supposed to bear.
That's right, Sheyan had used 'Survival Mark' on Ronnie the moment he shouted.
Ronnie gripped his Blood Weapon tightly and fiercely stabbed the enemy in front of him. The enemy groaned in pain and reached out to grab the sharp edge of Ronnie's weapon. However, the powerful force caused his left hand to explode completely. Only half of his wrist was left, revealing his pale white bone stubble.
Ronnie's attack pierced into the enemy's heart like a hot knife through butter. The Dark Templar hero's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. His face was as red as blood. The power of the Blood Weapon suddenly erupted and pierced deep into his internal organs. Even though he had the strong Physique of a hero, could you imagine how it felt like every time his heart contracted, it was equivalent to having a sharp wound cut open by a sharp blade?
The light in his eyes quickly dimmed. At first, they were filled with hatred and unwillingness, but as the sarcoma on his head quickly withered, the light in his eyes turned into relief. He spat out a mouthful of blood. The muscles all over his body relaxed, and he fell to the ground with a loud thud, dead.
Sheyan looked at the Dark Templar who had turned into light and asked with uncertainty, "That's right.
He asked in uncertainty, "This guy seems to be … under the control of the Zerg?"
"Yes." Aldaris confirmed, "The Queen of Blades' ability is mysterious. She only managed to find a genetically compatible Archon and successfully mastered the 'Psionic Storm' ability. Based on my deduction, her mastery of 'Mind Control' might not be a big deal."
At that moment, fierce gunshots rang out from the other side, followed by Pontin's angry roar. Sheyan and the others immediately rushed forward. They saw dozens of ordinary Zerglings besieging Pontin, who was protecting Annie and Kyrgyzna behind him. He was covered in wounds, but fortunately, he seemed to be able to hold on.
After the three of them joined the fray, Aldaris's' Particle Blast 'was especially effective against small Zerglings, so it was a piece of cake for him to deal with them. But by the time they rescued Pontin and the others, Kyrgyzna had already stopped breathing. Her throat had been torn open by a Zergling. Pontin had done his best to protect her body from being devoured.
Kyrgyzna's death obviously had a great impact on Pontin. Even after all the Zerglings had died, he still waved his welding torch wildly, screaming at the top of his lungs. It was only when Sheyan knocked him unconscious that he managed to snatch the welding torch from him.
Seeing the big guy lying limply on the ground, Sheyan first took out his' Endless Vodka 'and gave it to Annie, the medic, to gulp down two mouthfuls. She groaned and soon regained consciousness. The next steps were simple. She disinfected the wounds, cleaned the wounds, removed the foreign objects and so on. Sure enough, it was better to leave this kind of life-saving work to the professionals.
Although time was of the essence, they had no choice but to stay and wait for Annie and Annie to recover. Annie was obviously very concerned about Pontin. Some parts of her body were still bleeding, but she had already started treating him. She even complained that Sheyan and the others had knocked him out too hard.
Sheyan could only shrug. He was thinking about one thing – why were Pontin and the others attacked when they were already here?
"This attack gave off an unusual vibe from the very beginning …. From a personal point of view, I should be her number one target since I took away the Queen of Blades' treasure. Even if she has a personal grudge, she should be coming after us."
"Judging from the members of the attack, the Protoss hero was the main force, with the Zerg supporting him. Such a combination has never appeared in previous attacks …. So, after eliminating all possibilities, the most likely explanation is a coincidence, but it's the closest to the truth …."
"The meeting between the two is a coincidence. It's very likely that the Protoss hero knows some secret, so the Queen of Blades sent someone to lead him here. That's right, it's not a coincidence! When I pointed out the direction, I told them to head towards the Judicial Council, which has the strongest military force. If the Queen of Blades is also targeting this place, doesn't that mean we're on the right path? "
With that in mind, Sheyan suddenly shouted, "The Protoss must have sent someone here.
"It's very likely that the celestial race has also sent people to this place. Their main target must be the Keystone in the city center! So, they must not have sent many people here, but they must be very capable. If we can get rid of them, we'll probably be able to get the secret! "
Pontin had also woken up by now. He looked at Kyrgyzna's corpse with a pained expression. Sheyan walked over, cut off a strand of Kyrgyzna's hair, wrapped it up, and stuffed it into Pontin's hand.
"If you want to save her, it's not impossible."
Pontin was surprised.
"What?"
Sheyan chuckled and replied.
"High-end cloning technology is already in operation, but because of the huge cost, it can only be used on a small scale. If we can make a great contribution this time, it won't be difficult to clone Kyrgyzna with this strand of hair. Of course, her memories will only last until the moment before her death. "
"Really?" Pontin's eyes widened.
Sheyan nodded. Pontin was suddenly filled with a strong fighting spirit.
After walking for another two kilometers, as Sheyan expected, they were attacked by a small group of Protoss troops. The leader was none other than Tochego, who was known for his speed.
Tochego and the twenty or so ordinary Zealots were obviously no match for Sheyan's team. Aldaris alone could easily kill the twenty or so Zealots with his AoE particle stream attack, but once Tochego was closed in on by Ronnie or Sheyan, he was almost certain to lose. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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