While Zeratul took down the Trigonians, the slaughter among the Alien Beasts also came to an end. Under Talandar's command, three thousand wounded Alien Beasts perished together with the Elephant Men's beast army.
That left only the thirty-thousand-strong Elephant Man army. Talandar had one thousand Zealot Legion warriors. The gap in strength was far too great, so he decided to abandon command. For the honor of the Templar, all they had to do was charge recklessly!
And so, led by Talandar, the mixed legion of light and dark Zealots displayed terrifying combat power, a sensation impossible to experience under the game's two-hundred-unit population cap.
"En Taro Adun!"
Amid cries filled with glory, the Zealots, bearing reverence for Adun, the greatest warrior in Protoss history, plunged headfirst into the Elephant Man formation. Psionic Blades and Warp Blades carved through them like chopping vegetables, stirring up a bloody storm.
"We are the blades of Aiur!"
"For Aiur!"
Above the mountainside, Shen Jun stood dumbfounded. This was his first time seeing the Protoss fight in earnest. The Zealots truly lived up to their name; when they fought, they looked exactly like lunatics.
The previous Alien Beast hunting operation had seemed like nothing more than entertainment to Shen Jun.
It was slaughter—naked, merciless slaughter. When had the miserable Elephant Man civilization ever faced such formidable opponents? Their pitiful cold weapons could not raise even the slightest ripple on the Psionic Shields of the Zealots' Energy Heavy Armor, while Protoss blades could effortlessly cleave them in half from head to toe. Even the toughest armor was no different from paper.
The sight made Shen Jun's blood boil, and he nearly failed to resist charging down to start hacking away himself. The Shen Jun from ten days ago would never even have dared to watch.
The battle ended swiftly. Not a single one of the thirty thousand Elephant Men escaped; their entire army was wiped out. The Protoss, meanwhile, paid only the price of several dozen lightly injured Zealots.
A complete victory!
After ordering the Protoss to clear away the Alien Beast and Elephant Man corpses scattered across the mountains, Shen Jun eagerly opened the construction panel. How much Biological Essence would the results of this battle, with its tens of thousands of kills, bring him? This time, he was going to get rich!
Crystal Mineral and Vespene Gas had both surpassed three hundred thousand!
Three hundred and fifty thousand Crystal Mineral, three hundred and twenty thousand Vespene Gas. A single Trigonian alone had contributed five thousand Biological Essence.
More than ten times as much as an ordinary Alien Beast.
With this enormous fortune in hand, Shen Jun decided to go big. It was finally his turn to spam troops!
Since the complete collapse of the StarCraft Universe was not far off, warpable Crystal Towers were far more valuable than any other buildings.
"Rohana, how many Crystal Towers can you still warp in?"
"Approximately four hundred intact units remain. The disintegration of the universe is already very near."
"Good. Rohana, warp in all four hundred Crystal Towers at once. Do not spare the resources. The number of Protoss is more important than anything!"
"Your words bring me comfort, Commander."
Perhaps it was an illusion, but Shen Jun felt that Rohana's emotionless mechanical voice carried a hint of life.
In an instant, three hundred and twenty thousand Crystal Mineral and one hundred and sixty thousand Vespene Gas were gone. Four hundred azure pillars of light shot into the sky from all across the mountain range.
A full eighty thousand Protoss of every faction descended into this foreign universe!
Among them were ten thousand Khalai engineers, including as many as two thousand named Phase-smiths, bringing together the most brilliant inventors in Protoss history.
What disappointed Shen Jun was that Karax was not among them. That genius Phase-smith, who had activated the Spear of Adun, was the one Shen Jun knew best.
But it did not matter. With such a powerful research team and Rohana's abundant stored knowledge, Shen Jun was brimming with confidence. Give him one hundred years, and he could restore the glory of the Golden Armada!
Give him a few thousand more years, and he could rebuild all three Arks. Conquering a universe would be effortless.
Just imagine it: after twenty thousand years, even the fully upgraded Holy Body could not withstand the explosion of a planet. Under the Spear of Adun's Purification Beam, would it not be reduced to ash in an instant? Not to mention the Golden Armada's orbital cluster bombardment.
Of course, that assumed the other side stood still and waited to be hit. At Holy Keisha's speed, she would have already punched through the warship while it was charging.
Though Karax was absent, there were other familiar faces. For example, one of the few female Protoss heroes: Vorazun, the second matriarch of the Nerazim and the leading figure among the Dark Templar.
Even the Nerazim had a female leader, so how could the Khalai Protoss fall behind? Selandis, Artanis's deputy and commander-in-chief of the Golden Armada's carrier fleets, had also been warped in.
A total of three heroic figures had been warped in this time, and they were the last ones. Crystal Towers had completely vanished from the construction panel, after all. Rohana needed Crystal Towers as a connection in order to warp Protoss from the long river of Protoss history.
And this final figure nearly made Shen Jun's eyes pop out.
Unlike the blue-skinned Protoss, this fellow was gray all over. The Nerazim's glowing green eyes were strange enough, yet his pupils were actually red. Pure black armor covered his entire body, leaving only his face exposed.
Gao JianGuo!
Uh, no—it was Alarak, the Highlord of the Tal'darim!
The Protoss had four major factions. Excluding the Purifiers, who were not normal lifeforms, there were the Khalai Protoss, Nerazim, and Tal'darim. Compared with the first two, the Tal'darim had existed as a civilization of Amon's followers for a long time, serving as villains for thousands of years. Later, after receiving guidance from a certain predecessor, Alarak realized that Amon had been deceiving them all along, so he rebelled.
In total, Shen Jun now commanded more than eighty thousand Protoss: over ten thousand researchers, thirty thousand Khalai warriors, twenty thousand Nerazim warriors, and twenty thousand Tal'darim warriors.
Among them, there were around one thousand High Templar and roughly the same number of Dark Templar, while the Tal'darim Ascendants numbered only eight hundred.
Shen Jun continued examining the panel.
Only thirty thousand Crystal Mineral remained, while there was still one hundred and sixty thousand Vespene Gas. After playing StarCraft for so long, this was the first time he had more gas than minerals. Shen Jun nearly cried over this historic moment.
There was no point in keeping resources in hand without using them; rounded up, that was simply waste. Shen Jun had once been an accomplished young man of the new century—how could he waste anything?
Use it all!
At this point, every Protoss building on the construction panel had been unlocked. Shen Jun considered it for a moment. The most important Protoss had all been warped in, so what he needed most now was to build a powerful fleet. It did not need to reach the scale of the Golden Armada; Shen Jun merely needed to reach the level of an Aerospace Civilization in the Super God Universe as quickly as possible.
He immediately built five Stargates. A Stargate was not nearly as small as it appeared in the game; a single one covered an area as large as three airports. Protoss warships were manufactured inside Stargates.
Stargates alone were not enough. They were merely factories; Fleet Beacons were what truly designed and improved warships. Warping in one would be sufficient.
"Ground warfare technology cannot be neglected either. Let's have three Robotics Facilities, one Robotics Bay, two Forges, one Cybernetics Core, and then the Twilight Council, Dark Shrine, Templar Archives..."
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