More and more Zealot warriors emerged from the depths of the jungle, along with more than a dozen High Templars.
What angered Olegar even more was that the armor worn by these Protoss warriors was all of the ancient Protoss design—the era when the Khalai Protoss had brutally persecuted the Nerazim!
Even if they were only illusions, the fact that such ancient armor could be recreated meant only one thing—his memories had been read!
This made Olegar even more furious!
He unleashed almost all of his psionic power at once. Countless torrents of purple fire rained down from the sky, swallowing everything around them.
His four equally powerful Dark Templars also slaughtered the Zealot warriors without restraint. The Zealots were almost no match for them; with every sweep of a psi blade, a Zealot warrior was cleaved in two and fell to the ground wailing.
Yet immediately afterward, those slain Zealot warriors turned into Nerazim corpses! It was as though they had not killed Khalai Protoss, but were massacring Nerazim instead.
A High Templar raised both hands, and powerful lightning crashed down from the heavens! Olegar swept his hand and knocked the lightning aside, but the unending bolts continued to fall—not only striking at Olegar, but also repeatedly lashing the distant Nerazim settlement!
That was right! Khalai Protoss High Templars, and the lightning they proudly called the power of Judgment! Countless Nerazim had risen in resistance during their exile, only to be slaughtered by that terrible lightning!
This was the hatred carved deep into the Nerazim's hearts, but it was not some toy for the person before him to toy with at will!
"Come out!!!!" Olegar roared. Blood-red flames instantly spread from around his body, turning everything they passed into a sea of fire! The Nerazim settlement was set ablaze