Volatun walked around Zeratul, the equally battle-hardened warrior looking at the ubiquitous flaws in Zeratul's body, and then gently shook the scepter in his hand.

The skull, which had been used to catapult the blade at the head of the scepter, changed the direction of the exit and headed straight towards the head of the scepter. The scepter, which was originally ejected as a scythe weapon, was transformed into a spear, and Volazun did make the light blade eject out, using the scepter as a spear.

Projection, stabbing, in the eyes of the enraged Volazun, Zeratul was already a corpse. However, she was forced by Zeratul's impressive record to make a move.

"If you kill me, you will be able to forget your hatred and lead your people to the light. I have no regrets. ”

Zeratul turned his head and felt the stone wall beside him, and the arrangement of each atom on the stone wall had its own meaning. And these sorts were deliberately left behind by Sarnaga.

"The Keystone, a legacy of Sarnagar named Orus, is the key to the fight against Aemon - he was able to strip Aemon from Kara. Just a few tweaks are needed. ”

"Also, I have always wondered about the truth of the reincarnation of Sarnagar, which is recorded as a god who is a god by combining pure spirit and pure form. And the elders of Sarnagar will give the essence to the newborn. And what about the civilization that this newborn once was? What about their former people? The Star Spirit has never recorded any of these civilizations! You must help me continue to explore the truth of reincarnation......"

Zeratul began to chatter, expounding his last thoughts like an old man on the verge of death, and Volazun could no longer suppress the killing intent in his body.

The patriarch began to speed up and began to charge. Like the shadows that a Nerazim warrior must learn, the patriarch unleashed the simplest and most brutal attack on Zeratul, and in an instant, the warrior sent the blade into the chest of the other warrior as he wished. It wasn't until the blade broke through his back and the warrior let out a painful dullness that Volazun realized that his blade had not pierced Zeratul's body.

It's Murien.

Murion's body began to tremble, in the case of the blade burning the wound, in the case of the scepter's skull churning in the wound - Volazun frowned, looking at Murion who suddenly appeared, looking at Murion who blocked the knife for Zeratul.

"Patriarch...... Unite...... Aemon!! ”

Mulrien fell. The warrior who was behind both Volazun and Zeratul died, and he had once been Worazun's best companion and advisor, and as Zeratul's staunchest trust in Narazim, he had finally paid with his life.

Suddenly, Vorazun's eyes filled with tears, and she finally realized that today was not a glorious day of revenge, but a day of losing her most precious companion.

"No ....."

The two Star Spirits whispered the word, and an indescribably great grief enveloped their hearts. After an unknown amount of time, Volazun left with Murion's remains without saying a word, and Zeratul watched Worazun's departure with the same sadness—soon he suppressed his emotions and continued to explore Ulna.

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The wrinkles on Atanis' face were getting deeper and deeper, and by a human standard, so many wrinkles would have been a very aging old man. But for the Star Spirit, the wrinkles on Artanis' face were nothing more than a combination of exhaustion and dehydration. With enough meditation and hydration, Artanis can compete with Randis at any time to be more hydrated.

He was indeed exhausted because of the civil strife of the Purifiers, the purge of the rebel personality Canranta by Orona the Purifier, and the senseless wounding and even death of a large number of good warriors. He had to soothe their respective emotions.

As he pondered how to bridge the gap between the Purifier and the living warrior's personality, Serandis came to his side.

"Archbishop, the Dark Templar Scouts report that the Golden Fleet has assembled within the Tyranid Empire and is beginning to attack the human world."

There was also a slight tiredness in Selandis's tone, and if she wasn't a high-ranking executive, she would inevitably show more exhaustion.

"We have to help them, but we ourselves need to be responsible for the continuation of our race." Artanis knew that if the Tyranid Empire was defeated too soon, then the reckoning of the remnants of Darlam's resistance would inevitably come sooner, and how much could be delayed with the help of human power: "Celestis, how many more Purifier warriors do we have to fight?" ”

"After experiencing the rebellion of Personality Canranta, the Purifiers suffered heavy losses. Including the body, but also the production line of the body. But the loss is more serious than the purifier's heart. ”

"The Purifier...... Heart? ”

"Yes, according to the latest statistics, thirty percent of all activated personalities are willing to continue fighting for Darlam, sixty-five percent are beginning to wonder about the meaning of the Purifier's existence, and the last five percent refuse to continue fighting."

Refusal to fight? These four words cut through Atanis's heart like the sharpest blade.

"This!" When Artanis, looking back to the left and right, and seeing that no one was here except for the two of them, he asked his own surprised question: "Why?" ”

Why! Cyrandis certainly knows why! Fathers and sons kill each other, brothers kill each other, Canranta and Opicles!

"Because Opicles is dead, Archbishop." Celestia, who was a hundred times more emotional than the archbishop, said sadly, and her words made Artanis's confusion even more confused.

He ...... He's dead? ”

Interrogative tone.

And at this moment, Celelandis finally realized that Artanis really didn't know why the Purifier had changed so much, and a flame suddenly welled up in her heart.

"Canranta! Ocicles' father! Canranta kills Opicles! A father killed his son! Cylandis grabbed Artanis' shoulders, lifted him up, and forced him to look at herself: "This is not killing a traitor!" Not to purge evil! It was a tragedy! ”

And the tragedy that happened because of our orders.

Celerantis didn't say it directly, but let Artanis experience it himself. In fact, under such obvious prompts, Atanis, who was dull to his feelings, also realized what the battle just now represented.

Artanis has devoted his life to battle, glory, and the restoration of his homeland. As for ethics and morality...... He didn't realize anything. Suddenly, he remembered the recording of Opicles' bracers.

"Soon, you will be glorified...... Nor did I have it. ”