Artanis, Act!

Artanis was the first to respond.

This honored Akilae Templar abruptly transformed into a surging bolt of brilliant blue psionic lightning. In the span of a breath, he flashed to Tassadar and Alarak, joining their battle.

For a time, Augustus could not even make out their figures. He could only see countless dense psionic blades tracing elegant arcs, every flash brimming with lethal intent. These Protoss moved so unbelievably fast that they seemed capable of swinging their weapons over a dozen times in a single second.

By comparison, Tychus was as slow as an ox cart.

The next moment, the Purifier Protoss Talandar joined the fight as well, charging like a steel centaur weighing dozens of tons or a derailed train.

Even when Talandar's memory core, Fenix, had still possessed a flesh-and-blood body, he could smash through dense enemy formations alone. Now Augustus could only be glad that their old friend, corrupted and controlled by Amon, was not here—otherwise, they would truly have suffered.

Yet even facing three opponents alone, Tassadar still did not fall behind. On the contrary, a casual psionic shockwave from him could send Artanis stumbling back repeatedly and forcibly shake the massive Talandar.

Staying near them was a terrifying adventure in itself. Alarak's Annihilation Wave alone was enough to devastate heaven and earth.

"If you think of them as a few kittens fighting, there's nothing to be afraid of."

As Tychus spoke to Augustus, Sweet Persuader, the rotary machine gun in his hands, unleashed a long, dense barrage. The horrifying flood of bullets swept from one end of the temple corridor to the other like a fiery red whip in an instant. Most of the rounds failed to hit their enemies, but the rest tore apart several Zerglings that suddenly sprang out, making them shriek horribly.