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Kel'Thuzad strode toward his people, quickly explaining in the Eldar language the details of his collaboration with Rhodes. The Guardians and Bonecallers remained wary, their grip tightening as they looked at the Zerg crawling in the distance.

"We need more evidence for what you've said," the Eldar dressed in prophetic robes spoke slowly, his voice carrying a detached indifference. "Your word alone is not enough to convince us of a mere monkey's existence."

Rhodes sighed softly, turned to Leonora, and telepathically communicated, "Give that thing to me."

Leonora took out the gland covered in purple patterns from her container. It was the gene seed that Esperan had taken from the body of the Chaos Space Marine. After being completely corrupted by the power of the Slaanesh, it had become a cursed object filled with warp energy.

The moment the corrupted gene seed appeared, the expressions of all the Eldar present changed.

The prophet stepped forward slowly, his gaze fixed on the seed, a hint of undisguised disgust flashing in his eyes.

"This is... the mark of the Prince of Pleasure."

He said in a low voice, then turned to look at Kelros, "It seems you were right, this savage monkey is indeed fighting against a great enemy."

Although the Eldar still hadn't put away their weapons, at least they weren't as tense as before.

"In that case, we have no time to waste." The prophet waved his hand, signaling the group to continue. "The entrance to the Net Path is just ahead, and the seal is collapsing. We must complete the ritual as soon as possible."

Along the way, more Slaanesh emerged from the depths of the valley, but the combined firepower of the A-Kais warriors, Rhodes's insect swarms, and the marines prevented these demons from getting close.

The energy beams of the Star Dart Guns clashed with the Zerg's acid, shattering the pale purple bodies one by one.

When they finally reached the entrance to the net passage, Rod couldn't help but gasp.

It was a massive archway made of some kind of shimmering, ethereal material, its surface covered with intricate runes. As a creation of the Ancient Saints, this portal was constructed of anti-spiritual materials, theoretically making it virtually impossible to destroy by physical means. But now, the light of those runes was visibly dimming, and cracks were spreading outwards from the center of the doorway.

On the other side of the door, the nauseating subspace energy was constantly gushing out.

"Let's begin."

The prophet stepped forward, his hands moving in the air, outlining complex psionic runes.

Other Bone Singers joined the ritual, their spiritual bones transforming into weapons imbued with spiritual power, resonating with the prophet's strength in an attempt to reinforce the crumbling seal.

"Protect the Prophet!" Kelroes shouted, and the Guardians and Warwalkers immediately formed a defensive line in front of the entrance to the Webway.

Rhodes also directed the swarm of insects and marines to spread out to both sides, keeping a watchful eye on the Slaanesh banshees surging from all sides.

The battle started again.

The beams of the Star Darts sliced ​​through the air, the Zerg's claws tore apart the demons' bodies, the Reapers' pistols reaped lone Slaanesh banshees, while the medics busily treated the wounded warriors in the rear.

Just as the sealed runes were about to relight, a sickeningly sweet voice came from the other side of the network.

"Poor Adarlings...did you really think you could escape your master's embrace?"

The voice was androgynous, each syllable seemingly carrying a deadly poison that directly invaded the listener's soul.

The prophet's movements suddenly stopped.

"No!" Kelros shouted, but it was too late.

A slender, translucent tongue whip suddenly pierced out from the other side of the door. The tongue was covered with barbs and gleamed with a lewd sheen. It pierced the prophet's body with lightning speed.

Blood splattered, and disbelief flashed in the Eldar prophet's eyes before his body slowly collapsed, the wizard's blade falling to the ground with him.

"The Keeper of Secrets..." Kelros's voice was filled with barely suppressed anger and fear.

Just like the Great Unclean One under Nurgle, the Dark Lord of Shapeshifters beside Tzeentch, and the Bloodthirsty One under Khorne.

Slaanesh's most trusted servant, the great demon who roams His palace, is the Keeper of the Secrets.

The light from the net door was flashing incessantly, and a pale, slender, yet powerful arm emerged from it, covered in scales and barbs, each finger like a deadly dagger.

"Let me in...to savor your souls..."

The voice rang out again, and even more Slaanesh slugs poured out of the entrance to the net passage, their numbers several times greater than before, clearly buying time for the Guardian to arrive.

"Damn it!"

Rhodes gritted his teeth. With the current swarm of Zerg and Marines, they were no match for the Slaanesh Archdeacon, and without the Eldar Prophet, no one could complete the sealing ritual.

Physically destroying the network? If that were feasible, the Emperor would have already had the network blown up.

Just then, a familiar notification sound rang in Rhodes' mind.

[An ancient artifact detected... It is recommended to touch the portal...]

Rhodes was stunned for a moment. The notification sound came too suddenly, but there was no other choice now.

"Clear the way for me!"

Leonora immediately understood Rhodes's intention. She commanded the swarm to rush madly toward the entrance to the web tunnel, using the swarm's claws and acid to clear a path for Rhodes. The Marines followed closely behind, shooting down all the Slaanesh banshees who tried to block their way.

At the same time, the sealing runes on the net gate completely collapsed, and the dim runes turned into countless fragments that flew in all directions.

The Keeper's arm had fully extended out of the door, its pale, slender fingers slowly grasping the edge, trying to squeeze its body into the narrow gap connecting the subspace and reality.

"Come on, little insects... stop resisting, let me embrace you and see into your hearts..."

That sweet, seductive voice rang out again, carrying an irresistible allure.

Rhodes took a deep breath, and at the last second, his hand finally touched the net gate made of spirit bones.

A powerful energy surged into his body instantly—the immense power contained within the ancient creation—and the system, like a greedy black hole, devoured it all.

The runes on the net gate went out completely, and the entire gate began to tremble violently.

"How dare you... no—!"

The Keeper let out a piercing scream as its outstretched arm was severed in half by the suddenly collapsing net. A large amount of subspace energy gushed from the break, turning into purple smoke that slowly dissipated in the air.

With a deafening roar, the entire net gate collapsed completely, scattering into countless fragments.

Those Slaanesh who didn't have time to emerge from the Web were also cut in two by the powerful force, turning into dust in the warp and dissipating into the air.

The entrance to the network tunnel has collapsed.

At the same time, a new voice came from the system within my consciousness.

[The energy from the web channel fragment has been absorbed; psionic control has been strengthened.]

The Protoss Race Shop in StarCraft II is now unlocked.