It's an uphill battle. Not only the enemies you face, but also the mission objectives you perform.

They had to pay a super huge price to break through the positions of the hybrid from the ground. And once they have breached the position, they need to activate the temple of Sarnagar and blow up all the homes of Nairazim for generations.

Die generously and then destroy your homeland?

This is a mission that the Star Spirit has never encountered before, and the purpose of destroying the home is to prevent Satcoolas from becoming a breeding ground for hybrids.

The reason is sufficient, but emotionally difficult to accept.

But the warriors still obeyed the orders of the Vorazun patriarch and went to the Leap Gate, waiting for the call of war. As they walked in line, they all noticed a Dark Templar walking in the opposite direction.

He didn't have the stinging snake bone ornaments that normal Dark Templars were keen on, just plain leather armor and green crystal. But those who knew him knew that the Dark Templar was not weak or obscure because of the scarcity of ornaments.

He was the Dark Patriarch and had the best chance of succeeding the Narazim Patriarch, but had to live in exile for many years because he was forced to kill the matriarch.

Different warriors had different choices, as the experience of promoting the unity of Nerazim and the Els had earned Zeratul the respect of many of the Elar warriors, while some of the Nerazim warriors believed that his killing of the matriarch was unorthodox, so much so that different Astral warriors looked at him very differently.

Or worship, or respect, or hatred, or anger, or peace.

One person took all the gaze, but at the moment, Zeratul didn't care at all.

He only cares about the future of the entire Star Spirit.

Slow, heavy footsteps moved across the spear of Arden, and the warrior who had sacrificed so much and had been fighting for his people walked through. With a seemingly slow pace, the warrior eventually met the current patriarch of Nerazim.

A calm encounter, with no conflict, no anger, not even hatred on the surface. It's like two passers-by who are the calmest, and then pass by - this hatred is not anger against each other, not drawing swords against each other, but indifference.

Worazun ignored the enemy who had stabbed her mother, but she had to admit that he was forced to do so, and that he had made an indelible contribution to the entire race.

"I heard you're going to destroy Sacoolas to keep him from falling into the hands of Aemon?"

Worazun didn't even reply, just kept walking. Even the footsteps, the speed of movement, and even the body shape have not changed. For a moment, Atanis, who was watching everything, became anxious.

Zeratul was an important old friend, and his thoughts, his thoroughness about the future, and his status as a friend of his mentor made Atanis value Zeratul. On the other hand, Narazim, represented by Volazun, is the most important component of Dalam, and if he easily intervenes in it, it will inevitably cause dissatisfaction and even division among them. This is difficult for Artanis to accept.

This made Atanis want to ease the tension between the two sides, but he has many concerns.

"Old friend Zeratul, thank you so much for bringing the Keystone from James Renault, I don't know how to thank you."

"It's something I have to do."

And so the conversation stopped.

Artanis had much else to say in his mind—his own powerlessness for the archbishopric, his distrust of himself, and even the despair of a formidable enemy. It's just that all of a sudden, these things are held in my heart.

Unconsciously, Artanis, no longer the young man who was good at confiding his troubles to his elders. Rather, he became a star spirit who was strong in his heart and able to cope with any unimaginable problem.

“En Taro Adun。” Zeratul suddenly paid homage to Arden and said with joy: "I am amazed by your growth. ”

Being recognized by his elders has given Artanis, who has a lot of things in his heart called pleasure. But soon, he reined in his emotions.

"Zeratul, our next move is to capture the Temple of Rizzor and activate him. Avoid...... Sacoolas fell into the hands of Aemon. Sarcoolas could be finally destroyed. ”

Zeratul, of course, knew what the destruction of Sacoolas meant. It's a pity that he stands higher and sees farther.

So in the eyes of Atanis, Zeratul maintained his joy at Atanis's growth.

"I thought you were going to make me give up on this decision."

"No, no, no!" Zeratul put his hand on Atanis's shoulder: "Nerazim will always be a stranger to Sacoolas. Only the El is home to all of our astral spirits. ”

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- Child, do you know the Archon?

- Of course, father, the archon is a superhero who combines two warriors and becomes a superhero! He can destroy many, many heretics!

- When I was younger, the Archon was nothing more than a one-handed thing to your father. Look at this thing.

A small bug appeared in front of Opicles' eyes. It was a worm lying in the palm of his father's Canranta's hand.

- It's a bug!

- That's right, bugs. The consul is in my hands......

"Smack!"

The bugs crumbled into slag.

- Father is amazing!

Opicles, who was still young, looked at the paste in the palm of his father's hand, and his heart was full of reverence.

- Father is amazing! So can the father destroy many, many heretics by himself?

- No, no, no, your father and I can not only destroy many, many heretics. But...... Many, many, man

Exactly how much Canranta uses "many, many, many, many", Opicis doesn't know the slightest idea. And what he knows is that his father is a powerful hero, a fearless warrior.

Even now, countless years after his father left, Opicis has always cherished this thought.

"Hurry, hurry! Opicles! The meditation is over! ”

Opicis opened his eyes at the call of the fanatic. The light in his eyes became brighter and brighter because of the glory in his heart.

That's right! He's the son of Canranta! The son of a great hero!

The psionic shield activated, ignited the twin blades, and the anger in his heart directly broke through the sky.

“En Taro Kalatr!”

The beam of light shrouded his body, and the powerful and efficient leap system satisfied his desire to go into battle and kill the enemy. Soon, he and his team were rushed to the ground—the far away destination was the Rizul Temple, and the perimeter of the temple was a line of countless photon batteries and insect swarms.

(End of chapter)