The world suddenly fell into an eerie stasis.
Surging volcanic ash froze mid-air, the exhaust trails of bolter rounds solidified into golden threads, and even the plasma torrents fired from Titan mechs became still waterfalls of light.
In this moment of total silence, the heavens were torn apart—
Purple-black lightning spread like a spiderweb, each bolt striking the corpses of Zerg across the battlefield, melting their remains into twisted psionic totems.
BOOM—!
With an earth-shattering roar, the land itself heaved upward.
Millions of tons of rock levitated, swirling in the psionic storm, ultimately forming a throne over a hundred meters tall.
Seated upon it was a figure that made even the bravest Terran Marines' knees buckle—the Queen of Blades, Sarah Kerrigan.
Her bone wings spread fully, each spike crackling with arcs of dark energy. Beneath her exoskeleton, her skin pulsed with a violet-blue sheen, and her eyes, now fully transformed into psionic vortexes, reflected the fear of every living being on the battlefield.
"Crush them."
Her command, delivered with effortless grace, manifested as tangible psionic waves.
All Zerg units immediately went berserk, their carapaces glowing with the same patterns of energy as their Queen.
The frontmost Ultralisks accelerated dramatically, their bone plates as dense as battleship armor, clashing with bolter barrages in showers of sparks. The density of Hydralisk acid tripled, forming a lethal rain in midair.
"Hold the line!"
Sigismund leapt into the fray, his mighty power sword cleaving through an Ultralisk's skull. The filthy blood evaporated upon contact with his armor's shields.
The Black Templars formed a wall of steel, their bolter fire thundering in a deadly symphony.
The Carcharodons laughed maniacally as they triggered their jump packs, shredding the mutating swarm into pulp with their lightning claws.
But the Zerg assault was overwhelming—
Nearly a million surged forward every second, trampling over the corpses of their kin. Even the four Astartes companies began to feel their energy shields overloading, on the verge of collapse.
The Terran Empire's collapse was even more brutal.
"Medic! MEDIC!"
"Help! Help me!!"
A comm channel from a Marine squad erupted in screams.
Twelve CMC suits exploded from the inside out, with neural tendrils slithering out like snakes, transforming their wearers into flesh puppets.
General Warfield witnessed an entire platoon of siege tanks flipped by psionic lightning. Their dual-barrel 180mm cannons bent like rubber in the heat.
"Contract the line! Focus fire!" the old general roared hoarsely. "All units, watch for psionic contamination!"
At the center of the battlefield, the Queen of Blades strolled forward with elegance.
The ground split open for her passage; stray rounds deflected harmlessly off invisible barriers.
Three Weeper Terminators tried to intercept, raising their 1.0cal heavy bolters, but bone spikes erupted from the earth, interrupting their aim.
CRACK—!!
With a casual wave of her left hand, the Queen unleashed a psionic storm that flung the multi-ton warriors like rag dolls.
"Jimmy."
Her voice, laced with mockery, echoed telepathically. Raynor's eardrums bled from the resonance. "You think these toys and your so-called reinforcements will change anything?"
RI~TAT-TAT—BOOM!!
Tychus's rotary cannon suddenly exploded. Shrapnel scraped his helmet, a jagged shard nearly piercing his left eye.
Leon's HUD blared warnings—Kerrigan's psionic readings were still climbing, far exceeding any data from Mar Sara. Even under threat from the Goddess of War, her power was still growing.
"The game ends now."
She raised her right hand, summoning a black-hole-like orb of energy at her fingertip.
But then—
BOOM—!!
A crimson blur erupted across the field, tearing through the air with a sonic boom.
It was Tyberos, charging with speed that defied his size. Plasma flames burst from his Terminator boosters, leaving scorched afterimages in his wake.
VRRR—CRACKLE—!!
His chainfist's destabilizing field and red-hot plasma aura clashed with the Queen's psionic barrier, instantly carbonizing the creep beneath them. The shockwave launched a dozen Hydralisks into the air.
WHAM—!
The first strike caused violent fluctuations in Kerrigan's shield.
Tyberos's shark-toothed helm nearly touched her face. Vapor burst from his breath filter, shrouding her head, while his spinning chainfist tore at her barrier with tens of thousands of RPM, raining sparks of plasma and dark energy.
"Queen of the Swarm?" Tyberos's synthetic voice dripped with excitement, even joy. "Let me see what color your guts are—!"
?!
The Queen's pupils shrank. Her bone wings snapped shut.
But faster than her reaction was a flash of black lightning—
Sigismund, clad in his personal black Titan armor, flashed in and slashed with his custom power sword in a perfect arc.
KRA-KOOM—!!!
The Chinese runes on his blade glowed with blinding gold. The strike hit the crack Tyberos made—shattering the barrier into a thousand shards of light.
For the first time, the Queen staggered backward.
She quickly responded, raising her left hand to conjure a psionic spike at her fingertip—
But from above, shadows of sacred wings descended—
Forros, the Weeper captain, dove in vertically, his mechanical wings spread wide. The blade-edges of his wings shimmered with high-frequency particle vibrations.
Twelve wingblades weaved a net of death around the Queen, slicing through the reconstituting threads of her shield.
"For our fallen brethren!" Forros's voice was like a cathedral organ.
As he roared, he drove his signature power spear toward her shoulder.
SPLURT—SCHINK—!!
The lightning-charged tip pierced her exoskeleton.
"AHH!!"
The Queen screamed in pain for the first time since the battle began.
As she flinched and tried to retaliate, she was interrupted by a sudden bronze giant—
BOOM—!!
Gaozan landed like a mobile fortress in Terminator armor. The seismic shockwave obliterated the Zerg trying to aid their Queen.
The Flame Lizard captain's overloaded power fist blazed with red energy—and his uppercut struck the Queen's jaw, launching her into the air.
Gaozan's shoulder-mounted missile pods opened immediately—
WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
Twelve melta warheads trailed white exhaust, pre-targeted along the Queen's arc.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!
The blinding explosions engulfed her before she could launch another psionic attack.
Besieged by four legendary captains—each a battlefield legend—even the Chaos Greater Daemons of the Warp would struggle.
Tyberos may have once lost to a Great Unclean One, and his honor guard suffered heavy casualties, but back then, he didn't have Sigismund, Forros, or Gaozan at his side.
Their coordination was masterful.
Tyberos's furious onslaught forced the Queen to burn through her defenses. Sigismund's precise swordplay severed psionic nodal lines. Forros's wingblade storm left no escape angles. Gaozan, like a clockwork killing machine, struck just as the Queen prepared a counter.
Their helmet HUDs updated rapidly—
"Target psionic output down 37%"
"Regeneration rate reduced to 45% baseline"
"Nearby Khaydarin crystal resonance destabilized"
Then, Kerrigan's wings suddenly tripled in size, launching a storm of spikes.
But Sigismund was prepared.
He activated a field generator embedded in his vambrace—gifted directly by the Emperor.
A translucent golden shield enveloped the four captains.
WHRRR—WHRRR—!
The Queen's bone spikes rippled across the field but couldn't penetrate the Emperor's "blessing."
"Heh, round two already?"
Tyberos's chainfist overloaded again. Plasma arcs danced like crimson lightning. "Let's see where your limits really are—"
At the battle's perimeter, the Zerg sensed their Queen's suppression and charged madly toward the center.
But the Astartes defensive line showed terrifying efficiency.
Black Templar swordmasters formed circular formations, slicing any creature that breached the fireline. Weeper snipers precisely picked off Hydralisks. Carcharodons competed for melee kills. Flame Lizards served as the unshakable bulwark, erasing all in their path.
General Warfield seized the fleeting opportunity, directing the remaining siege tanks to concentrate fire on Zerg clusters. For the first time, the overwhelmed Terran Marines caught their breath.
"You miserable vermin… dare hurt me!"
Still under Zerg assimilation, Kerrigan roared with uncontrollable fury.
Her seductive features twisted in rage. Psionic blood oozed from her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
But the four captains gave her no room to breathe. If the Queen had even a second to gather power, she could turn the tide.
Tyberos's chainfist tore through her abdominal armor. Sigismund's sword severed her right wing. Forros's blades stabbed into her spinal node. Gaozan's power fist crushed her back.
It was a textbook execution of elite combat.
Each captain demonstrated their own martial mastery, their teamwork honed to perfection, as if forged over decades.
AI data confirmed Kerrigan's psionic reserves were plummeting. Her regeneration had dropped to dangerous levels.
Just as victory seemed certain—anomalies erupted—
Her severed wings liquefied, morphing into thousands of psionic serpents that ensnared the four captains.
Kerrigan's ravaged body levitated, and her chest core pulsed unnaturally. An ancient force, far older than the Swarm, was awakening.
"Careful!" Gaozan shouted after scanning new data from Dr. Hanson. "Detected: Xel'Naga energy signature!"
As the words echoed over the tactical net, the other three captains remained calm.
Tyberos chuckled beneath his shark-toothed helm. His chainfist adjusted frequency, trying to shred the psionic tendrils.
Sigismund's blade lit up again, and the serpents recoiled—but more came, binding him.
Forros's wings vibrated violently, particle streams slicing at the bonds.
Gaozan initiated armor overload. Plasma vents on his back scorched away a portion of the tendrils.
But just as they began to break free—
Kerrigan's mangled body went eerily still.
Her wings stopped twitching. Her psionic blood crystallized. Most disturbing were her eyes—
Once violet vortexes, they had become two amber suns.
"You little creatures…"
The voice from her mouth no longer belonged to Kerrigan.
Each syllable reverberated with the weight of countless voices—Eldar sages, Zerg hives, and something far older and colder.
This was no longer Sarah Kerrigan. This was an ancient will speaking through her flesh.
"A puppet… worth controlling."
As the amber gaze fell upon the captains, all their suits issued alarms.
Biometric sensors detected something trying to invade their neural links.
Sigismund's armor displayed bizarre geometric patterns—as if unseen hands rewrote its wards. Forros's spear bent against his will, aiming at his own throat. Gaozan's HUD transformed into alien glyphs.
Only Tyberos seemed unaffected.
"Heh… Not bad at all."
Then, a golden beam pierced the heavens.
ROUUUU—!!
The sonic boom came ten seconds later.
The light sliced through all psionic bindings. The serpents evaporated like morning mist in the sun. Kerrigan's energy core froze for a breath.
When the radiance faded, a golden figure stood at the battlefield's heart.
Where her feet touched, the cracked earth healed. Volcanic ash turned into crystalline dust. Even Char's noxious atmosphere became pure light around her.
Athena, Goddess of War.
Her golden armor was not mere gear, but the outward expression of her divinity. Each plate shimmered with liquid sunlight. The reliefs of winged victories on her pauldrons looked ready to fly.
Most suffocating of all was her Spear of Victory—when she twirled it, gravity itself warped. Every Zerg that tried to ambush during that moment was launched into the sky and vanished.
Athena's face was perfection to the point of cruelty.
Not mortal beauty, but the exact symmetry of mathematical precision.
Golden hair moved without wind. Lightning between strands formed ever-shifting constellations.
When she looked at the Queen of Blades, her divine gaze didn't see the alien queen—but the deeper, older shadow within.
"Boy."
Her voice shook Char's core. It was the chorus of a thousand races, each syllable bearing the weight of creation.
"I've waited a long time."
The Spear of Victory flared like a supernova, its tip aimed at the Queen's glowing core.
In the face of true godhood, even the ravenous swarm fell silent.
Their primal instincts told them:
This confrontation… had transcended dimensions they could comprehend.
(End of Chapter)
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