Chapter 190: The Pure Psychic Being: The Archon
The Blood Ravens couldn't help but look up. The suddenly appearing black hole in the void seemed to have sucked away all the light, and the entire world instantly dimmed.
Hearing the news from the comms that the Craftworld had broken through their encirclement, Gabriel also realized that things were not looking good.
And Lucan's voice rang out in the comms.
"Gabriel! Let the Raiders take over the main front! You go and help Artanis! Don't worry about the Craftworld getting away!"
The Eldar of Kholor were clearly overestimating themselves if they thought they could outmaneuver a Gorgon-class battlecruiser in-system. Before the massive hull of the Craftworld could even turn, one Gorgon after another appeared directly beside it. Quantity made up for the gap in quality. If they had no advantage in a fleet battle, then they would use their vastly superior numbers of landing troops to seize control of the Craftworld.
Hearing Lucan's words, Gabriel, though a thousand times unwilling in his heart, had no choice but to accept his proposal. For Astartes, who were haters of all xenos, it was one thing to attack the same enemy as the Protoss, but to truly fight side-by-side was hard to accept. Should he really entrust his back to these xenos? Most importantly, Gabriel still held a deep distrust of the Protoss. In the eyes of an Astartes, a psychic race could never be separated from the evils of the warp.
"Chapter Master, what should we do?"
"Go and support those Protoss! Hand the battlefield over to those mortals!"
For the greater good, Gabriel still chose to follow Lucan's proposal. At the same time, he harbored the thought that if he discovered any treachery from the Protoss, he would kill them and expose them to Lucan.
On the main front, with the departure of the Blood Ravens and the addition of the Wraithguard, the pressure on the Raiders began to mount. The real threat was the Wraithlords and Wraithknights. Perhaps only these giant constructs of the Eldar could move so quickly. Unlike the cumbersome Titans of the Imperium, the movements and flexibility of these knights were more like a living Eldar. A sturdy scattershield deflected a massive amount of firepower, while the wraithcannon in its hand was enough to destroy any armor, and its massive ghostglaive could easily slice a Thor in half. Its mobility even allowed it to leap across great distances and land in the center of the enemy's formation. And as the greatsword plowed through the ground, it was enough to destroy the defensive lines the Raiders had painstakingly established and take the lives of all the humans within.
To be honest, these Eldar knights were more in line with Lucan's own idea of what a large mecha should be. Wasn't this just a pure Gundam?
When they learned that the Infinity Circuit was threatened, the Eldar on Kholor seemed to go mad. Even the children dared to pick up weapons and attack the humans.
At this moment, in the passage leading to the Infinity Circuit, Artanis closed his eyes and touched the wall. He could feel the psychic energy flowing through the wraithbone of the Infinity Circuit growing stronger and stronger. This assured him that he was heading in the right direction. Two Immortals accompanied the Protoss, and the wraithbone walls that blocked their advance could not withstand the continuous bombardment of their anti-matter cannons.
When the Immortals blasted open the last wraithbone gate, several bolts of psychic lightning, containing a destructive power, struck them directly. The Hardened Shields were not even enough to negate this psychic attack, and they, along with several nearby Templar, were turned into nothingness.
Seeing this, Artanis couldn't help but frown. The Protoss and the Eldar were both psychic races. The former had a deeper understanding of psionics but mainly integrated it into their daily lives. The Eldar's use of psionics, on the other hand, was more focused on the individual, using it to twist reality, for divination, and to destroy their enemies.
It had to be said that in the world of Warhammer, psychic power was just that unreasonable. Artanis had also tried to communicate with the warp here to cast those psychic spells. With his own talent, he had made some progress, but he had not yet reached the world-destroying level of the powerful psykers of the Warhammer world, let alone the Farseers of the Eldar. If not for the Protoss's own inherent resistance to psionics, the casualties might have been even greater. If Artanis could get close, he was confident he could cut down those few Farseers, but the current situation was that he didn't even know if he could break through to them.
At this moment, in the great hall of the Infinity Circuit, the most powerful Farseers and Warlocks of Kholor were gathered. A large number of Wraithguard had also aimed their weapons at the entrance.
Farseer Elara held her Singing Spear high. As psychic energy was poured into it, it began to emit a low hum.
"These creatures only know destruction. They can devour the souls of our kin. This race absolutely cannot be allowed to remain in this world!" At this moment, Elara believed the words of the Harlequins more and more. She even began to regret her previous conservative decision not to take the initiative. Otherwise, perhaps Kholor would not have suffered this disaster.
Fortunately, with the Craftworld having broken out of the encirclement, its affiliated fleet was also regrouping. With the size of the Craftworld, they still had a chance to annihilate the enemy. But for Kholor, no matter whether they ultimately eliminated these Protoss and humans or not, they had already lost this war. The population loss this time... Kholor would probably never have a chance to recover. The decades-long reproductive cycle of the Craftworld Eldar was simply too long.
Led by the numerous psykers, the Wraithguard charged forward. The most deadly of the Wraithguard variants, the Wraithblades, had already broken off from the main force and begun their own advance. The rage that permeated their wraithbone shells would even affect other Wraithguard, and in severe cases, could even affect the Infinity Circuit. These special wraithbone constructs, filled with the wrath of the Eldar god Khaine, would only stop after completely killing the enemy. The force fields on their bodies and the ghostswords they carried made them no weaker than the Templar in close combat. The only drawback was that there were too few of these Wraithblades. The soul stones they required could often only be found on the destroyed Crone Worlds.
The established positions and defensive systems of the Eldar made the Protoss's advance a complete pipe dream.
"Hierarch, we will use our lives to get you to the Infinity Circuit!"
Artanis heard the voice from the Khala. He looked back at the only two High Templar in his team. Unlike ordinary Templar, they no longer wore heavy armor, but a suit of light alloy armor. They floated above the ground with the help of psychic energy. They could channel psionic energy to form a lightning storm to destroy their enemies, like the psykers of Warhammer, but that was not their most powerful ability.
When two High Templar willingly and completely sacrificed their own souls and merged them together, a powerful and pure psychic being, the Archon, would descend upon the battlefield.
The price was heavy. The Protoss who made the sacrifice would die completely, their souls annihilated. Even the Archon born from the fusion would slowly fade away over time.
Artanis said nothing. He knew this was perhaps the best way. War was always accompanied by sacrifice.
The two High Templar came together, their hands clasped, psychic energy surging between them. Their physical bodies were the first to disintegrate, then their souls. Everything they were in the physical world began to be annihilated and then merged together to become a new being.
The air around them began to stagnate. The rubble on the ground floated up due to the psychic energy. The bodies and souls of the two Templar completely collapsed into a cocoon of light, which then turned into a swirling, out-of-control vortex. The light emanating from the core was as dazzling as a star, making it impossible to look at directly.
The psychic fluctuations emanating from this pure white sphere not only filled the entire passage, but even the approaching Eldar army couldn't help but stop in their tracks. The Protoss watched the creation before them in silence. Everyone knew that two High Templar had completely sacrificed themselves.
And in Elara's psychic vision, the world was instantly filled with pure psychic energy. Although she didn't know what the Protoss were doing, she knew that she absolutely could not let them succeed.
The Blood Raven Librarians, who were rushing to the scene, also felt the psychic fluctuations coming from the distance. The purity of the psychic energy made them feel incredible... They all knew very well that the psychic energy from the warp would destroy a person's will and erode their flesh. But how could this psychic energy not have even a trace of negative qualities?
"Lord Jonah, can you feel this psychic energy?"
"I can feel it. By the Emperor..."
These Librarians from the Blood Ravens felt as if they had discovered something incredible.
"Faster!"
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