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Chapter 92 Leave a way out for others, so you can meet again in the future.

After hearing his words, the other party did not immediately send a new round of psionic messages.

The alien warrior wielding the light blade made a move that caught Tiburn off guard: he immediately sheathed the light blade.

The two blue-white energy blades retracted into the wrist device, and the humming sound of the weapons dissipated.

It stood still, empty-handed, facing Tiberium, while the other warriors wielding light blades also sheathed all their weapons at the same time.

An eerie silence fell over the battlefield.

The Deathwatch Space Marines stood frozen in place, weapons in hand, staring in astonishment as the aliens put away their weapons and turned to regroup into squads.

New psionic information arrived again, this time carrying an extremely strong sense of oppression.

"You call yourselves the weapons of the Emperor, and your Emperor taught you to regard all non-human beings as enemies that must be destroyed."

"Have you ever thought about what this logic means? There are far more intelligent civilizations in the galaxy than you know about."

"If your weapons are always pointed at things you don't understand, you will eventually be completely consumed by your own ignorance."

The Protoss's statement was related to the Daw principle they established after the Kara mediation incident.

Of course, for Deathwatch, these words are basically like talking to a brick wall, and seem to have had a lot of counterproductive effects.

Tayburn's knuckles cracked as he gripped the knife.

"Stop talking nonsense."

His team members were yelling loudly in the channel.

"This thing is using psionic energy to bewitch us. Tayburn, give the order now, I'll twist all their heads off one by one."

Tayburn remained silent, his beam of light passing over the alien warrior formation in front of him. The damaged quadruped behind him had already been temporarily repaired under the protection of the force field shield. The broken hydraulic line had been sealed by some kind of golden energy, and the machine had clearly regained its combat capability.

The two phase-interference cannons were re-aimed at the squad's location.

Tayburn glanced back at his squad members' weaponry; the chainsaw sword was barely functioning with only half a serration remaining, and the Stormburst Rifle's magazine was completely empty.

The last two Deathwatch soldiers were in slightly better condition, but their ammunition reserves were also very low.

He quickly assessed the battle situation in his mind.

Five Deathwatchers faced at least five equally matched melee units, three ranged units providing support, and one heavy weapon.

The opponent possesses a shield force field barrier and psionic abilities, and it's obvious that they've been holding back in the fight. If they had gone all out from the start, this battle would probably have ended much earlier, instead of dragging on until now.

These tactical considerations don't change anything at all.

He was a member of Deathwatch, and his oath would never allow him to back down in the face of the aliens.

"Brothers."

Tayburn briefed the audience on the channel, skipping all the morale-boosting speeches.

"We are short of ammunition and our weapons are damaged. We are at a significant numerical disadvantage, as you have all seen."

A brief silence fell over the communication channel.

"That means we need to perform at our best."

One of the team members casually chimed in.

Another man let out a muffled laugh from inside his helmet, then slammed the last magazine of his bolter into the chamber with a sharp metallic clang, a sound that spoke volumes about his attitude.

Tiburn nodded emphatically.

"Then let's continue the fight."

He raised his power sword and charged straight at the nearest alien warrior who was empty-handed, but when the power sword was less than thirty centimeters from the opponent's neck, the whole world turned completely white in his vision.

This was not the blinding effect of a white light from an explosion or a flashbang, but a strong light that penetrated directly into every nerve ending in his brain from the inside out.

An invisible hand pressed down on his consciousness from the back of his head, then forcibly severed all connections between him and his body. He felt no pain or suffocation, nor did he experience blurred vision due to lack of oxygen. It was as if his consciousness itself had been forcibly paused by some force.

This is a typical psionic attack, but unlike the aggressive psionic attacks of the Empire that directly boil the brains of their targets, this attack only temporarily severed their consciousness.

Tyburn's body remained in a charging posture, sliding forward two more steps due to inertia before his knees buckled and he fell forward to the ground.

The heavy power armor slammed onto the gravel ground with a loud thud. Several team members behind him lost all mobility at almost the same time, fell to the ground one after another, and collapsed.

Five figures clad in power armor crashed onto the rubble, the sounds echoing one after another, and the entire squad was completely unable to resist.

To their side, several apostles lowered their bladed cannons, and the psionic light emanating from their eyes dimmed simultaneously.

This was a targeted psionic shock. Although the psionic power of the Apostles was far inferior to that of the high-ranking Templars or Archons, they were still among the best in Protoss society.

They strictly control the amount of psychic energy they output and specifically target the nervous system of organisms. The impact of this intensity is enough to make the target lose consciousness on the spot without causing any permanent brain damage.

Most Space Marines also had little resistance to psionic energy, but what surprised the Apostles was that they seemed to have managed to hold on for a few more seconds through sheer willpower.

They could indeed easily take down Space Marines, but they didn't use this tactic at all in the early stages of the battle.

Rhodes's instructions were to avoid casualties on the enemy as much as possible, as long as the safety of their own Protoss warriors could be guaranteed. In addition, they also wanted to understand the motivations of these humans, so they chose to test the waters with close combat first and try to communicate with psionic energy.

They kept giving death a chance, until these humans ran out of all their patience.

The perspective shifts back to the flagship's bridge, where Rhodes is mentally watching the images transmitted by the Protoss warriors. Five black canned creatures are lying neatly on the gravel ground.

He let out a long sigh, stood up from the conductor's chair, and straightened his body.

The Zealots, Apostles, and Immortals performed quite well, but Rhodes' brows quickly furrowed again.

To be honest, he had naturally considered the possibility of Deathwatch squads approaching the Protoss Nexus in his initial plan.

The Immortals were deployed in various locations near the base, originally intended as a means of early warning and delay. He planned to stall until he could determine the actual route of the Imperial forces before deciding on the next course of action.

However, Rhodes did not expect that before he could set up the other patrol units, the Immortals would run into the Deathwatch squad so quickly and be surrounded and attacked by the enemy after their weakness was discovered. If they were facing the firepower of Imperial Land Raider tanks, the Immortals could easily deal with them, but against the Space Marines who were as flexible as Zerglings in squad combat, they would suffer a great loss.

Before the Immortals could even retreat, they were completely locked on. Given the Deathwatch's aggressiveness towards the Xenomorphs, there was absolutely no possibility of communication. They always attacked as soon as they saw them and reported back only after the attack was over.

Rhodes absolutely cannot allow the Immortals to be destroyed on the spot; they are heavy units that he spent a lot of resources to build.

He quickly dispatched a squad of Zealots and Apostles to provide support, and also to test the kill ratio of these Protoss units against the Empire's most elite Xenomorph Hunters.

The test results pleased him greatly; Deathwatch was indeed one of the sharpest spearheads in the Empire's hands, and the individual combat skills of these warriors far surpassed any human soldier he had ever encountered.

However, the Protoss's technological and psionic advantages are not to be underestimated. In addition, the Darramb is a society that takes pride in combat. In a real fight with equal numbers, the Protoss would actually have the upper hand.

The Immortals suffered some injuries but were fully repairable, while the Zealots and Apostles maintained a perfect state of zero casualties.

The most crucial point is that no one died at the scene; all five Space Marines survived and were only stunned by psionic energy.

Rhodes was quickly calculating the subsequent developments in his mind.

If he kills those five Deathwatch warriors, the Protoss will probably be labeled as a high-threat alien by the Inquisitors.

Either the Empire will back down, but more likely the Inquisition will relentlessly pursue the Protoss all the way to the other side of the galaxy.

The Empire also wants to retrieve the gene seeds. The gene seeds of a few Space Marines are far more valuable to the Empire than several regiments of Astronauts combined. If the Death Watch were to try to enter the planet, they would do everything they could to retrieve the gene seeds. Moreover, Rhodes himself has his own selfish motives. The human Empire is already in a difficult situation, and he will try his best to avoid depleting the Empire's strength while ensuring that his own interests are not harmed.

He didn't want to be haunted in his dreams by a giant, golden man one day.

A group of well-equipped aliens displayed combat power sufficient to defeat the Deathwatch squad. They won the battle but did not kill anyone. The situation would have become quite interesting if the Protoss warriors had all withdrawn before the Deathwatch woke up.

The battle report that Sion will see will be a document full of unsolved mysteries: an unidentified alien species that is capable of annihilating the Empire's elite forces, yet they voluntarily give up the opportunity to kill their targets.

As for what kind of screening those Deathwatch warriors who returned to the warband would have to go through, that was none of Rhodes' business, since he hadn't tampered with those cans anyway.

This will definitely put the judges in a dilemma: should they continue to send reinforcements, given the uncertainty of what risks might result from a desperate last stand, or should they target other, less desirable targets? It's highly unlikely that an extermination order will be issued for such a remote planet.

It's enough to make the empire hesitate.

Hesitation means that the judge needs to gather more information before making a decision, and the information gathering work takes a lot of time, which means that he can have more time to develop.

Sion also has a bunch of Bloodaxe orcs on the East Wing to deal with, and the Phoenix fighters in the sky are also a big problem for them, which prevents them from bombing the Bloodaxe special forces.

Rhodes switched his consciousness to the scene on the Phoenix fighter planes' side, where the Empire's Lightning fighter squadrons were in complete retreat on the high-altitude battlefield.

The scene was a complete rout. Of the twelve Lightning fighters, only four remained after three minutes of fighting. The remaining four fighters were chased around in the sky by three golden and blue figures, and their formation had long since been completely broken.

The pilots were fighting their own battles, leaving only Karen hoarsely shouting orders to maintain formation over the channel.

No one listened to his orders; every few seconds, a plasma beam would cut through from an extremely tricky angle.

Rhodes initially sent out only one to test the waters. After confirming that the Empire's Lightning Squadron could not pose a threat to Phoenix, he decisively sent two more fighters into the air.

He did this not to annihilate the enemy. If he only wanted to shoot down all twelve Lightning fighters, one Phoenix fighter would have been enough to complete the mission.

The deployment of more Phoenix fighters was intended to create sufficient high-altitude pressure, forcing Imperial aircraft to retreat to airspace far from the core of the basin, while ensuring that no Imperial aircraft could conduct any reconnaissance of the Protoss bases on the ground.

Karen finally received the order to retreat.

"All personnel disengage from aerial combat and return to the mothership. Repeat: All personnel disengage."

The remaining Lightning fighters engaged their afterburners and desperately climbed to higher altitudes. The three Phoenix fighters did not pursue them. After the Lightning formation broke away, they slowed down and circled twice before heading directly back towards the core area of ​​the basin and disappearing into the thick clouds.

He stood up from the command chair and stretched his sore neck. The Deathwatch had been completely taken down without any casualties, and the Protoss's air superiority had been firmly established.

The Astral Army search teams on the ground were still being harassed by the Bloodaxe Orcs' harassment tactics and were unable to advance into the core area. If they wanted to advance further, their ground forces, lacking air superiority, would be picked up one by one by Phoenix fighters and defeated.

By the time the judge realized what was happening, the other side would only find a battle report that was impossible to advance.

The judge will probably fill his report with doubts.

[Encountering an unidentified alien race; the target's combat capabilities far exceeded expectations, possessing multiple combat capabilities including energy shields, psionic communication, and atmospheric fighters. The enemy did not carry out any killings despite having the ability to annihilate our forces; their motives are completely unknown.]

On a desolate planet with no strategic value, there dwells a group of tough guys who are no match for you but have little killing intent, as well as a group of Bloodaxe Orcs.

The empire's resources are always insufficient, and the court's manpower is stretched thin. Any judge with a sound mind knows that other troubles should be dealt with first.

A smile appeared on Rod's face.

"Aliya."

"I am here."

"How's the situation with the judge?"

"There were a lot of emergency calls coming in on the Empire's communication channels just now, and the commotion over there sounds very chaotic."

"That's exactly the effect I wanted."

"The second batch of supply shuttles doesn't need to take off. Report to Judge Sain that our supply shuttles have been blocked by an unknown flight unit and cannot deliver the supplies."

"receive."

Rhodes sat back in his command chair and put his feet up on the edge of the control panel; the more chaotic the situation there was, the better.

Chaos means that Sion's attention will be severely distracted, and a distracted person will find it difficult to capture more useful information.

By the time Sion made his final decision, he had already cleaned up all traces of the place, leaving only a hapless merchant ronin loyal to the Empire.

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