Psionic flames flickered in Selendis's eyes, revealing no emotion.
However, her tone was quite surprised. "Honored one, thank you very much. As for help, because of your earlier attack, only these Zerg remain. I believe we can handle them ourselves.
"Also, may I ask if you come from beyond the galaxy?"
She had never heard of such a powerful human fleet.
Qingyang's heart stirred slightly before he replied, "Yes, we come from a civilization beyond this world, guided to the Koprulu Sector by a Xel'Naga."
"Creator?!"
Selendis's eyes widened. At the same time, every Protoss in the fleet—and even Artanis, far away on Sargath—suddenly froze.
The psionic flames around their eyes burned even brighter.
"Yes. That wise one told me there was a fallen Xel'Naga lurking in the endless void, watching the Koprulu Sector.
"His name is Amon." Qingyang's tone remained calm and without ripples.
Before Selendis could ask anything, a sudden crimson radiance instantly engulfed her.
Her originally blue psionic energy also turned crimson, and a terrifying aura along with soul-deep pressure radiated from her body.
Every Protoss in the fleet clutched their heads in agony, fell to their knees, and howled.
The surrounding Zerg army attacked even more fiercely!
After ordering the other warships to clear out the Corruptors and Mutalisks around them, Qingyang calmly watched the transformed Selendis through the screen.
He felt rather helpless.
Kerrigan had not yet been purified by the artifact. Amon should not have awakened yet.
"Should I call you Selendis, or Amon?"
"Outsider!!"
A low, hoarse, deeply bewitching voice came from Selendis's body.
"You! You are not of this world!"
Qingyang showed no fear. "Amon, it seems you can't even control the Khala for long now. You've weakened considerably."
"Outsider human! If you dare interfere with my plans, even if I cannot