"Sir, the army is ready. Awaiting your orders!" A Mind Transmission echoed through the air. Barclay looked down and saw that the combat squad under his command had finished landing and assembling.
The most conspicuous units in the army were the three Colossi. These enormous Psionic mechs were powered by energy and controlled by Psionicists. Towering hundreds of meters tall, they looked like mountains.
Their immense, spider-like, four-legged frames let them cross obstacles with ease and provide powerful fire support for the army.
Next came the Protoss fire-support units, armored vehicles similar to cannons and tanks: Dragoons. These were a fusion of biology and runic technology. They combined Protoss warriors whose souls had grown too weak to regenerate with these biomechanical constructs, allowing the war machines to serve the survival of their race.
Finally, there was the basic infantry: legions composed of Psionicists.
"Set up the base here. Prepare to repel the Zerg attack!" he ordered. His keen Psionic senses told him the enemy was already close.
The Probes sprang into action. These hovering Psionic machines looked like golden insects as they swiftly flew to a level patch of ground.
"Zzzzt."
A flash of electricity appeared, and a white, plasma-like ball of energy flickered continuously.
Before the naked eye, the faint outline of a building slowly emerged, taking shape and solidifying at a speed visible even to the naked eye.
"Wait, is this Energy Editing?!" The Primarch nearly swore, instantly wary of this alien race.
Judging by what he was seeing, the technology that slowly solidified these buildings seemed to bring intact structures directly from the distant reaches of space through a warp. The Protoss were especially skilled at warping, but Shen Tong, who spent his free time keeping up with all kinds of technological knowledge, knew
that this was