The closer Fang Senyan considered his own deductions, the more he felt he was approaching the core truth. For even with Fang Senyan's intellect, it was utterly incomprehensible how one could selectively ensure the aircraft carrying high-ranking generals remained safe, while those bearing only lower-ranked soldiers—inferior to even the Ghost units—suffered catastrophic failure.

Thus, after eliminating all other possibilities, the remaining explanation had to be the truth... the elimination of everyone who could possibly challenge his command.

When Fang Senyan grasped this, he immediately understood the extreme peril he was in. However, even caught unprepared, calculating against Fang Senyan was an exceedingly difficult task.

Because Fang Senyan’s primary attribute was his sheer resilience, his ability to take a beating; coupled with his explosive burst power, if he couldn't be killed instantly, his opponent would often be met with a devastating, lethal counterattack! The two men strode forward across the sickly green landscape, one after the other.

The damp earth beneath their boots made a faint, rustling sound, while the wind howling down from the sky scraped against the fabric of their faces and hoods, swirling into their nostrils. No one spoke; firstly, they needed to maintain vigilance, and secondly, they needed to keep their auditory senses clear, lest they miss any crucial clues.

For some inexplicable reason, Fang Senyan constantly sensed a faint, metallic tang in the air, like the lingering scent of blood after washing hands repeatedly with soap following a killing. He took a few deep breaths, yet curiously found the odor seemed to vanish again.

“Let’s rest here for a bit,” Snake chose a low-lying slope. He dropped into a crouch and said, “We’re about to enter the Protoss patrol zone ahead.

They are waiting just as eagerly for the Dark Templar to open the gate. Furthermore, due to the Colossus units, the Protoss are aggressively reinforcing, absolutely determined to succeed.

However, because the majority of the planet's crystal veins have been depleted, they lack the ability to construct various buildings, forcing them to resort to the most rudimentary methods…” “The most rudimentary methods?” Fang Senyan asked sharply. “You mean forcing transport ships to airlift ground troops over?” “Naturally,” Snake replied blandly.

“The Protoss will spare no cost to acquire new technology.” Fang Senyan sucked in a sharp breath: “But, the Protoss can only sustain long-range migratory flight in space using Carriers, correct? Normal long-distance relocation requires meticulous preparation, ensuring escorts of Wraith fleets.

Otherwise, they are highly vulnerable to attacks from Zerg suicide Overlords crashing directly into the hull. Our Vulture escorts are also bane to the Carrier’s small fighters.

So, if they depart hastily, they risk a mixed formation of only Carriers and Transports. If they encounter the enemy in such a state, the resulting losses would be terrifyingly severe…” He glanced at Fang Senyan, his tone cold: “For victory, one must naturally pay the price…” As he spoke these words, his eyes shone with a fanatic light.

Fang Senyan’s heart chilled; it seemed this man’s true nature was surfacing—a truly ruthless individual. However, Snake probably realized his display might have aroused Fang Senyan’s suspicion, and immediately offered a piece of intelligence Fang Senyan urgently needed: “Last night’s temperature must have been around minus thirty degrees Celsius?

Based on my experience, when the temperature drops to minus forty degrees, the probability of the Dark Shrine appearing increases significantly.” Fang Senyan hummed: “I heard a strange noise last night too, went out to look, and only found those things they call Devil’s Eyes…” Snake looked at Fang Senyan and finally couldn't hold back the question he most desired to ask: “That change in Pantan is truly instantaneous, incredible! It took me a full twenty years to advance from a standard Ghost to a Veteran.

Yet he has jumped overnight from a basic SCV to a seasoned warrior—no! Even more powerful than a seasoned warrior, a complete transformation!

Did you truly cause this single-handedly?” Fang Senyan observed Snake’s expression and realized he had finally found this man’s weak spot, so he smiled: “SCVs are our most fundamental unit. No matter how elite or legendary an SCV becomes, it cannot challenge a Zerg Mammoth Leviathan one-on-one.

Therefore, improving the strength of a regular SCV isn't too difficult.” “Conversely, Ghost soldiers are selected from among humanity’s elite. The strength of an ordinary Ghost far surpasses that of a regular human.

Your starting point is too high, so improvement will naturally be harder. However, there is a way…” He looked at Fang Senyan, his mind wavering.

He couldn't judge the truth of Fang Senyan’s words, but from every angle, Fang Senyan seemed sincere. Especially after hearing Fang Senyan's final statement, it was impossible for him not to feel a stirring of ambition.

He pressed forward: “What is the method?” Fang Senyan chuckled: “You must slay stronger enemies. Then I might be able to extract crystallized power from their bodies.

These power crystals are the foundation of advancement…” Just as he was about to continue, he suddenly inhaled sharply through his nose, then frowned and said gravely: “Bad news, something’s happening!” Fang Senyan also stood up. His perception wasn't low, and he immediately caught a faint, alien scent carried on the air.

He recognized that smell—it was the odor of Zerg bio-fluids. Snake had already silently vanished into the air, successfully activating his combat suit through a sustained drain on his psychic energy.

Even with Fang Senyan's perception, he couldn't locate him now. While their inherent alliance played a part, it still revealed the formidable skill of this old warrior, Snake.

Having the advantage in position, coupled with the Zerg’s acute sense of smell and hearing, Fang Senyan remained perfectly still, waiting for the professional operative to relay information. Soon, Snake’s raspy voice crackled over the comm unit: “Cover yourself in dirt and slowly circle around.

They’re fighting fiercely over there; they probably won’t notice us…” When Fang Senyan crept through a nearby mountain fissure to the adjacent area, he witnessed a classic and brutal Zerg vs. Protoss defensive battle.

The Zerg mixed force consisted of three classic units: Zerglings, Hydralisks, and Mutalisks. The inexpensive Zerglings served as excellent tanks, and their ghostly speed combined with powerful claws could shred any armor.

With them drawing fire up front, the Hydralisks and Mutalisks could attack comfortably from the rear, establishing a richly layered, three-dimensional attack profile. Since the Hydralisks’ acidic spores were also immensely potent, under the fearlessly charging Zerglings, the Protoss forces began to retreat segment by segment.

But soon, the tide turned. The Protoss fell back to a small hill that was relatively higher ground.

If one looked closely, a faint blue glow covered the ground—entering this blue light increased combat effectiveness by at least 8%. Zerg combat relied on sheer numbers, the 'Zerg Rush.' Facing an enemy retreat, they naturally had to press the advantage and strike at the heart!

The Protoss soldiers had the highest hit points and the strongest shields, so they needed to be swiftly eliminated in their nascent stages before they could gain momentum. Therefore, despite knowing the pale blue light provided an enhancement to the enemy, under the command of a nearby Overseer, this Zerg contingent resolutely charged again.

But just then, the leading Zerg units spotted a distinct Protoss structure glowing ahead: the Pylon! Almost all Protoss buildings required the Pylon network for construction, as this device provided sufficient energy to all other structures...

without energy, everything ceased to function. Immediately afterward, from a highly strategic nearby position, a yellow disc, approximately three meters in diameter, rose up, supported by a pillar of deep blue light—it looked as if the yellow disc was being held aloft.

But in the very next second, the yellow disc launched a snow-white sphere of light. Precisely as Fang Senyan calculated, the sphere struck and instantly killed a Zergling, then retracted with lightning speed to reload, reappearing in an instant to blast a Hydralisk, causing it to erupt in bubbling ichor before exploding.

This newly appeared structure was none other than the Protoss Photon Cannon. Legend said its only weakness was immobility.

Its attack principle resembled that of the Dragoon, but because it was fixed to the ground, it didn't need to worry about energy replenishment or recoil, meaning its photon blasts surpassed others in both range and power. With the addition of these two powerful Photon Cannons, the balance between the two sides shifted completely.

Zelots surged forward, blocking the Zerglings from advancing, while the limited ranged firepower was entirely focused on countering the highly mobile Mutalisks in the sky. In just thirty seconds, at least seven Mutalisks were reduced to bloody mist, exploding across the battlefield, leaving behind fragments of their remains.

However, their aggressive push wasn't entirely fruitless; one Photon Cannon began to burn with fierce blue flames, indicating its internal energy system had lost control and was moments from catastrophic failure. After holding out for a few more seconds, one Photon Cannon exploded violently into glittering fragments of light!!

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