"Narud is dead now?" Kerrigan blinked.

"Isn't he a xel'naga?"

In Kerrigan's sight, there should have been a moving continent made up of thousands of void celestial bodies. Its area was at least twenty times the size of Augustgrad.

But now, like a smashed biscuit, there are only countless rubbles left in that area, and they are even finer than the meteorites in the Trace of Revenge asteroid belt, like sand and dust blown up by the wind.

Such power is enough to shatter a star. If there was once anything that could be called a living thing on it, it must have been reduced to powder by this over-saturated firepower. This is equivalent to burning the entire ocean dry just to kill a fish.

If Narud had something that could be called a health bar, he would now owe at least hundreds of thousands of damage.

What's even more ironic is that if this is the case, Narud still died to a certain extent from the weapons he made. After all, he had made indelible contributions to the technological development of the empire.

No one could be more selfless and devoid of gain than Narud.

Augustus didn't want any gold, silver or jewels from him, but he wanted little red flowers.

"Matt, fuck him again." Augustus hadn't seen the imprisoned Aurus escape for a while, thinking that Narud was not dead yet.

"Your Majesty, the detector shows that there is nothing left there now. Our gunners need a target, otherwise they can only shoot randomly." Matt reminded his emperor calmly.

"In the void here, your senses will deceive you, and the instruments will make mistakes. Even your intuition is not worth trusting." Augustus doubted what kind of trick Narud was playing on him. Of course, there was also a little bit of personal involvement in it.

Grudge: "Matt, do it!"

Although in the original storyline, the person who finally dealt Narud the fatal blow was the already infected UED Lieutenant General Alexei Stukov. The process was simple enough to be summed up in one sentence: Stukov killed

He killed Narud and gave him a painful death.

However, when Matt Horner and others were about to order the fleet to continue firing, a ray of light lit up from Narud's original position and jumped out of the darkness impatiently. This light seemed to be bright and

The radiant divine power dispelled the surrounding darkness in a moment, making the corrupted void creatures afraid to approach.

But Matt had reason to believe that the other party might have appeared in a hurry because his emperor continued to fire.

"I am free, Mengsk, Kerrigan, you must find me." The light let out a sigh.

Augustus finally showed a relaxed expression, feeling as if he had accumulated 10,000 nuclear bombs in Novice Village and killed the final BOSS instantly.

Otherwise, Augustus didn't know how many more lives they would have to pay to capture this prison that could imprison gods. They had lived a hard life in the past, but now that they had a real guy in their hands, there was no reason not to give them.

The xel'naga was a little shocking.

"I don't feel any malice." Kerrigan looked at Augustus.

"Navigator, bring the ship over," said Augustus.

While using its laser cannons to smash the large meteorites that hit it, the Hyperion drove at full speed past the shattered wreckage of the moving continent, followed by a large fleet of mighty Wuyang fleets.

The enemy is obviously completely enraged. There is no place in the void that is not occupied by the servants of the Dark God, and there is no place that is not shrouded in their madness and anger. From the entrance to the Void Gate to the imprisonment of Orus

In the cage, the traces of the battle are clearly visible and shocking, as if the combined fleet was paving the way with countless broken battleships and enemy corpses as they advanced.

On many fronts, due to the huge density and lack of space for detours, battles have even evolved into close combat between fighter planes and battleships, with bloody battles between battleships.

Those void creations created by Amon are naturally not afraid of casualties, while the corrupted followers of the evil god regard death as a ladder to glory and promotion. Their fighting methods were already extremely crazy and unreasonable, and now they are completely crazy.

The Tyranid Empire's battles with the Protoss and Zerg were mostly miserable victories, which can be called a euphemism for losing troops and generals. Their enemies either had many good warships, or they had dozens or hundreds of times the number.

Warfield and Horner commanded the largest fleet in the empire and fought the largest battles, while Renault was accustomed to using surprise troops and playing cards that did not follow common sense. The battles with the best battle loss ratios all came from Pryor.

And even for Pryor, a battle in which two Protoss carriers could be replaced with one Minotaur-class battlecruiser was a miracle among miracles.

But in the void, against every battleship, Amon can easily throw out a hundred battlecruisers and aircraft carriers made of shadow energy, using them as expendable ammunition to smash into the enemy's face.

However, after leaving behind countless battleships, escort ships and most of the manpower and weapons on them, Augustus's fleet was still very large.

At this moment, no one can ignore the shining light radiated by Aurus.

Following the guidance of this beam of light, the Hyperion has arrived at its source.

Although the light was bright, it was not dazzling, so even at such a close distance, Augustus could still look directly at it.

Tassadar's flagship Star Shuttle has caught up and parked on the other side of the Hyperion, so close that you can even see the dense crowd of people in front of its bridge.

You can imagine how difficult it must be for those Duram protoss who proudly call themselves the eldest sons of gods.

True God.

Alive!

Especially for the Ihanri Protoss, Augustus guessed that they were either crying or worshiping. Fortunately, the Protoss warships have a high degree of automation, even in the absence of operators.

can continue to fight.

Finally, in the eagerly anticipated eyes of countless people, this light gradually faded and transformed into shape, revealing a huge outline.

Just like what is depicted in the Xel'Naga Temple, he is huge, like a combination of some kind of squid and octopus, with many tentacles and many eyes. At the same time, he is bloated, like a fat man who is always hunched over.

giant.

In the eyes of the protoss, the Xel'Naga should be powerful and perfect creatures, but in the eyes of humans, there is no such filter. Most people will only find it weird and absurd at first glance.

"You mean I'm going to look like this?" Even though she was mentally prepared, Kerrigan couldn't help complaining to Augustus: "Oh my god, he looks, uh, he looks so casual."

Kerrigan didn't want to fool the children with this image.

"I don't think so." Augustus comforted her: "I don't think the image of Xel'Naga is fixed. You see, there are also ones like Narud."

"Thank you." Kerrigan lamented: "Everyone in the empire knows that their emperor is the best at comforting people."

But Kerrigan also knew that Augustus rarely spoke out. At any other time, Augustus was sharp and to the point. The last time he was panicked and didn't know what to say.

, or just before Louis was born.

Obviously Augustus didn't have any confidence now.

"Children, I don't have much time." Aurus's voice did not sound like that of a dying man, but it was obvious that he cherished his words like gold, as if every additional word he spoke cost his life.

"Reincarnation must not be interrupted. Pure essence and pure body must be merged into one." Orus's face turned to the Hyperion: "You, Kerrigan, can merge with my xel'naga essence. Fulfill now

Your mission is to become a xel'naga and continue this endless reincarnation."

"Only the Xel'Naga can destroy the Fallen."

At this moment, there must be an uproar among the Star Shuttle and other Protoss battleships here. Anyone who has been to the Guiyi Temple for pilgrimage will take it for granted that Zerg and Protoss are the combination that should be promoted together.

In other words, they knew that Kerrigan was the prophesied hope, but they never thought that she would become a new generation of Xel'Naga.

Quite suddenly.

It's just that Augustus didn't want to pretend to be surprised. On the contrary, he looked sad but calm.

According to the original plot, Kerrigan will definitely become a Xel'Naga. Of course she can do it, and at the same time, only she can do it.

But then Kerrigan disappeared from the world, like Chang'e in the sky, a bubble in the sun.

There is no doubt that at this moment, Augustus believed that he was the most miserable person in the world, and for the so-called righteousness, he personally turned his wife into a monster.

But for this day, they have sacrificed too many people.

"Don't you have a better option?" Kerrigan asked Aurus.

Kerrigan got no answer, but the silence spoke volumes.

"If it is to destroy Amon and end this damn war, then I am willing." Kerrigan looked at Augustus:

"Dear, I once thought that I was the most unlucky person in the world. My innate talent killed my mother and drove my father crazy, but the Federation only forced me to use it to kill people. They brought

A girl left, but a death, a monster, and an avenger came back."

"But not anymore. How unhappy I was in the past is how happy I am now." Kerrigan said.

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"You have a good heart, Augustus, and you are so kind to everyone, even people like me."

"My enemies don't appreciate it very much." Augustus smiled: "Of course, dead people cannot express their opinions."

"Actually, I'm not that good. I just don't want to be disliked."

"Without you, I would still be the ghost agent who only knows how to kill people. This matter is as simple as that. It's not about revenge or atonement," Kerrigan said.

"You taught me how to love and be loved."

Kerrigan hugged Augustus, stared into his eyes, then stood on tiptoes, held his head and kissed him.

This was a very light kiss, just a little bit, but it seemed like an eternity.

"Did I do the right thing?" Kerrigan asked Augustus.

"That's absolutely true," said Augustus.

"Remember what you said to me the first time?" Kerrigan said.

"Don't make this sound like your last words," Augustus said. "Well, I remember it was - let's shake hands and make peace."

"I owe you everything in my previous life," he said.

"Hahaha." Kerrigan said: "I am not doing this to thank you, nor just for you. But Augustus, as I have told you countless times, I love you."

When Kerrigan finished all this, she walked towards the front deck of the bridge without looking back, until a golden light emerged from the eyes of Xel'Naga Orus and enveloped her.

Everyone, including Augustus and the bridge, stared blankly as Kerrigan soared into the sky in the surging golden light. At this moment, the observation window glass, which was strong enough to withstand the bombardment of naval guns, was very important to Kerrigan.
To be continued...