Chapter 1558: Chamber

"Protoss" is actually an enlarged version of human beings.
This may also be the reason why they chose to cooperate with the Human Federation-there are too many civilizations in the universe, and it is always easier to trust each other between similar or identical civilizations.
The "Star Spirit Race" is very tall, even if an adult human is in front of them, it is just like a child.
Have the same facial features, the same arms and legs.
Only in appearance, the "protoss" is obviously different from humans.
Their heads are a bit longer. In fact, until now, few humans have seen all of them.
The clothes are directly armors, and every "Protoss" is the best warrior, and their armors are made of exterminated Zerg bone armor and then metal casting.
Including the shield on their face, or derived from the carapace of a thunder beast, or derived from the skull of a giant beast, etc.
Even in their daily lives, no matter when they practice, fight, or eat, they are always in a frame ready to fight, but they are armored and fully armed.
In the slightly dim chamber hall, a strange blue light flashed.
Several "Nether Energy Pillars" support the huge hall structure, and the blue energy arcs free from the "Nether Energy Pillars" are enough to drive away the thick darkness and bring some light to the hall.
In the middle of the hall, there is a round table.
More than a dozen high-ranking law enforcement officers and templar warriors sat around the round table. When the news of the "Phoenix Battleship" was passed on, a three-dimensional star map immediately appeared on the table.
"Bugs are appearing more and more frequently. Obviously, they are coming."
"Moreover, the speed of their expansion is beyond our imagination."
"On the other side of the wormhole in that space, there should have been no worms."
"In addition, the information indicates that what appeared this time is a new kind of bug that we haven't seen before."
A senior law officer took the lead in breaking the silence.
"When did they stop expanding?"
"When did they stop evolving?"
Another senior marshal took the conversation and said quietly.
"This is, can't stay any longer."
"We have tried, humans are not the allies we need, a race that likes civil war, how can we trust them."
This time it was a high-ranked templar.
Compared to those cold law enforcement officers, the high-ranking templar is like a war machine.
He was two heads taller than the law enforcement officer. The templar didn't know whether the muscles on his body were extraordinarily exaggerated or the armor was too heavy. One he was almost equal to the size of the two law enforcement officers around him.
Of course, the size of the body does not mean anything.
The reason why this templar is powerful is his "nether energy". His eyes are like a river system, and the small blue light spots emit light blue fluorescence, like energy at any time. It may overflow in general.
"We all know that humans may not be our best ally."
"However, of all the civilizations we can find, they are our best allies."
"There is no civilization that can stand alone against the Zerg."
"We can't, neither can they."
"However, if our two civilizations can..."
Before another law enforcement official could finish speaking, he was interrupted by another high-ranking templar.
"enough."
"Don't you understand that our phantom energy and technology will never keep up with the evolutionary speed of the Zerg."
"Don't say that we can't fully trust human beings. Even if we share technology with them completely and try to make them as powerful as we are, what does that mean?"
"We can't defeat the Zerg. The only thing we can do is to run away like the last time before the main Zerg army arrives."
The high-ranking templar did not reserve any affection for the marshals around him, but he was rude.
His appearance is different from the previous high-ranking Templar.
First of all, he is very thin, even thinner than the lawman beside him.
In addition, he always exudes a cold breath.
Moreover, his eyes exposed outside the mask did not have more or less blue light spots like other "protoss", but a blue pupil in the darkness.
This is the "dark templar", their ancestors once refused to join the dominant consciousness system of the "protoss", and were expelled from their home planet-planet El.
These "dark templars" abandoned the so-called light power of the "protoss" and turned to study the dark power, and successfully obtained the invisibility that even bugs could not see.
Whether it’s light or darkness, it’s just a different way of using energy.
When the "Protoss" had to abandon their home after the Zerg invasion, the return of the "Dark Templar" was a matter of course.
"We need different voices, but we don't need meaningless arguments or even attacks."
"We all know the power of the Zerg."
"However, there is no invincible civilization or race in the universe."
"The creator of the universe is actually fair."
"No matter how powerful a creature, no matter how powerful a race, there are after all their natural enemies."
"We have lost our home, so there is no such thing as no way out."
"Unite humanity to resist the invasion of the Zerg."
"If we don't see any hope of victory, we will leave here."
A senior marshal said quietly.
His words silenced the other marshals and templars.
For the proud of them, nothing can be more humiliating than this.
"The former Sarnagars, who pursued the perfect state of life, were finally destroyed in the hands of the Zerg they created."
"And they have tried to treat us like this."
"So, I firmly believe that the potential of our Protoss will not be worse than that of the Zerg."
"The worry for all this lies in the evolution of Nether Energy."
"I propose to strengthen cooperation with the Human Federation, especially the Spirit Race."
"Because I have a hunch that the evolution of our psychic powers, the spirit race will become the key to it."
At this time, sitting on the premise of the round table, a person who was almost ignored by everyone spoke up.
It was obviously a very old "Protoss", his thin body seemed to be almost unable to support the simple armor.
But no one dared to underestimate him, or what he said.
Even the most unruly "dark templar" among all the participants in this meeting, when listening to him, bowed his head slightly to show respect.
This old man has no name, and when he is called by the "Stars", he is a group of ancient titles with more than twenty syllables.
If these syllables are translated into the appellation understood by the human federation, then this old man is either "the one who brings order" or "the prophet".