The massive head was swept away by the gush of blood.
Blades of light streaked back and forth, tearing through swathes of the densely packed Zerg in the cave. Disgusting blood splattered across the ground.
"Vmm!"
A wave of psionic energy erupted. Barclay, watching from the shadows, was astonished to see one of the Dark Blades who had just joined the battle suddenly achieve a breakthrough mid-fight, becoming an Elite Tier Psionicist.
Lucky bastard, he thought.
Anyone who advanced to the Elite Tier was a prodigy of exceptional talent, even among the Protoss.
But the next second, he could hardly believe his eyes. Almost simultaneously, two more identical waves of psionic energy erupted. There was no doubt about it: two more Dark Blades had advanced at the same time.
Before he could recover from his shock, the skills of the more than one hundred Dark Blade warriors all underwent a natural breakthrough. They became Elite Tier Psionicists one after another.
"What's going on?" the Templar Warchief stared blankly at the Dark Blade squad, which had just advanced inside the cavern. In only a few minutes, they had cleared the entire Zerg nest, set the scattered remains ablaze, and swiftly moved on to their next target.
"Boom!"
Another wave of psionic energy startled Barclay. He focused his perception on its source and, sure enough, discovered that inside another cave, the Dark Blades fighting there were advancing one after another. This unbelievable method of advancement shattered the Templar Warchief's entire worldview.
"Just as I thought, the Dark Blades are the Zerg's natural enemy!" Through Mind Perception, the Primarch watched the Dark Blade squads strike in every direction through the planet's crust, tearing apart swathes of Zerg.
Compared with relying on various pieces of equipment to dig tunnels underground, the Dark Blade warriors