Chapter 558 Worth It To Watch

When Fang Senyan took out that keepsake, the rest of the Dark Templars still looked at him with vigilance, or rather, they were staring at the glow of the Demon Sword Apophis.

That blood-colored light...

That icy light that seemed to freeze the blood in one’s body!

That terrifying light that seemed to be able to cut through everything in the world!

Just having such a weapon in Fang Senyan’s hand, it was still unruly and sharp even under the mighty pressure of the Artifact of Divinity, making these battle-hardened, powerful Dark Templars tremble!

A Dark Templar eerily emerged from the air and took the ping-pong ball-sized communicator from Fang Senyan's hand. He spread it out on his palm. Light flickered on his metallic gauntlet. With psionic power injected, the ping-pong ball-sized communicator began to float, rotating slightly half a foot away from his palm.

The ball of eerie blue flame that flew in from above flickered a few times before transforming into a humanoid figure composed of flames. He walked over slowly, and the surrounding Templars spoke up:

"Lord Rogue, be careful!"

However, this fire man seemed to completely ignore these voices. But when he walked within ten meters of Fang Senyan, Fang Senyan suddenly felt a very gentle force pushing against him, like the magnetic force that repels each other, pushing him back imperceptibly.

Faced with this situation, Fang Senyan was not surprised but delighted. Because this was enough to illustrate one thing: even the leader of these Protoss remnants who controlled the Artifact of Divinity was wary of his existence! Otherwise, why deliberately force him away?

Rogue stared at the circular communicator in front of him, which began to automatically disassemble itself, as if several invisible hands in the air were rapidly disassembling it. Suddenly, his deep, pleasant voice rang out:

"This splicing method. It looks a lot like our unique technique. Those self-righteous guys could never make something so ingenious and simple."

In just a few seconds, all the parts inside the communicator were disassembled one by one, floating in the air.

Fang Senyan was also very amazed when he saw it, because so many gadgets and fragments were actually taken out from that seemingly small communicator. The feeling was like watching a magician take out a pigeon from an egg, then a chicken, then a duck, then a goose, and finally a pig...

Then, Rogue looked at Fang Senyan and said:

"Can you describe the appearance of the person who gave you this thing?"

Fang Senyan didn't need to hide anything, so he described the appearance of Old Chitu to them in detail. Finally, he was surprised to find that a lifelike 3D image appeared beside him as he described it. When Fang Senyan finished speaking, the 3D image was finalized.

"Is it him?" Rogue said calmly.

Fang Senyan nodded and said:

"Yes."

Rogue was silent for a while. The communicator began to reassemble rapidly and was then activated very simply. Under normal circumstances, Fang Senyan could only activate this thing after triggering the mission and completing it, but he did not expect that Rogue could easily achieve this effect.

Immediately, with a strange resonance sound, a 3D illusion of Old Chitu lying on the table appeared in front of everyone. He was holding a half-broken wine bottle in his hand, snoring like thunder, and there was a pool of vomit beside him.

Rogue suddenly stretched out his left hand, which was originally composed of flames, but in an instant, it solidified! It turned into a strange hand with a metallic texture, thick finger joints, and very sharp and slender fingernails!

His left hand pressed down on Old Chitu's illusion, and then... Fang Senyan only felt a twist in the surrounding area. The feeling of distortion was indescribable, as if his soul had been stretched for several kilometers in an instant, and then restored in an instant. There was no pain, but the feeling was very clearly engraved in his mind.

When Fang Senyan came back to his senses, he saw that Old Chitu's real person and the illusion had actually shifted and reversed each other! To put it simply, the illusion was moved over, and Old Chitu's real body appeared in this hall!

In fact, this ability is not considered high-tech for the Protoss, and it has long been mature. Powerful Arbiter ships can even instantly transport a staggering number of Protoss troops to places several light-years away!

However, it was simply unimaginable for anyone else to perform this kind of spatial displacement with their own power!

Old Chitu was originally sleeping against the pillar. Suddenly, he was displaced like this. Logically speaking, he would have fallen in a very embarrassing manner. However, Old Chitu was still sleeping soundly. There seemed to be an invisible force holding him up in the air.

No one spoke, and they were all silently looking at Old Chitu, who seemed to feel the gaze. He stretched and then woke up, and then froze... His eyes slowly swept across the faces of these people. For some reason, his body was trembling violently. Then, his eyes were filled with tears...

Fang Senyan was watching with great interest, but he didn't know when, Youying had already walked to his side and said coldly:

"Brigadier, please come with me."

Fang Senyan shrugged his shoulders, but saw two more Dark Templars surrounding him, so he had no choice but to follow them dejectedly. But this time he was not taken back to the quiet room he was in before, but to a very spacious place.

Here, you could see the outside through the porthole. Red, boiling lava frantically crashed onto the porthole like a raging wave, and then slowly slid down! Even Fang Senyan, who had encountered such a powerful scene for the first time, was stunned and instinctively flinched back.

Youying's eyes flickered, and there was clearly a hint of smugness in her expression, although it quickly disappeared. Fang Senyan sighed, sat down in the nearby seat, and said boldly:

"I'm hungry. I wonder if the omnipotent Protoss can treat me to a meal?"

Youying's face immediately fell and said:

"It's a pity, we don't have any food suitable for the inferior digestive system of humans here."

Fang Senyan showed a stunned expression and said:

"But aren't the Protoss very hospitable? At least that's how it is in Lord Ur-Agak's place. I received very good hospitality there..."

Fang Senyan's words hit the weak point of the arrogant Protoss. The other Dark Templars immediately showed angry expressions. Youying took a deep breath and said:

"Alright, what do you want to eat!"

Fang Senyan still said in an annoying tone:

"Is there a menu...? Alright, a sandwich and a glass of water."

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After hastily filling his stomach, another Dark Templar pushed the door open and came in, asking him:

"Brigadier, I heard that the purpose of your coming here is to look for another human?"

Fang Senyan nodded and said:

"Yes, he was forced to enter the Dark Templar trial under special circumstances."

"I'm sorry, there are seven places in the universe where the Dark Templar trials can be conducted. You may have come to the wrong place," said the Dark Templar, who looked much older.

Fang Senyan said frankly:

"But, I heard that the Dark Templars who emerge from the trials here are the most powerful."

Such an unobtrusive compliment immediately eased the atmosphere a lot. The old Dark Templar said:

"Yes, according to the latest information we have obtained, eight days ago, there was indeed a human who came with a keepsake that we could not refuse and requested to complete the Dark Templar trial. However, allowing him to conduct the trial was already a big exception, so no other protective measures were provided..."

Fang Senyan listened quietly and then said:

"Are you saying that he is already dead?"

The old Dark Templar replied very skillfully:

"Our trials are different from other places. You can choose to teleport out at any time in a non-combat state. However, the longer you stay inside, the greater the improvement you will obtain. This is why the Dark Templars in other places have almost become standardized, mass-produced waste products, while the Dark Templars who have passed our trials are generally much stronger."

After hearing his explanation, Fang Senyan immediately understood. In terms of individual combat power, the Dark Templars here must be much stronger. However, the mortality rate of this kind of trial method must be very high. From a war perspective, only mass-producible Dark Templars meet the cruel consumption needs of war.

"It seems that there is a reason why these guys, despite having such a powerful thing as the Artifact of Divinity, were driven here to eke out a living," Fang Senyan muttered to himself. However, he was more concerned about Ronnie's whereabouts, so he said:

"Then what is the longest record for your most powerful Dark Templar to pass the trial?"

The old Dark Templar coughed hoarsely, seemingly somewhat proudly, and said:

"Fifteen days."

The Dark Templar next to him immediately interjected:

"How can humans compare to Lord Blackwind?"

Fang Senyan narrowed his eyes, smiled, and said:

"Yes, I think so too. But, although fifteen days may be a bit difficult, I think my friend should have no problem staying inside for ten days or so."

A Dark Templar exclaimed in disbelief:

"A human can actually stay inside for ten days! How is that possible! Lord Blackwind is already recognized as the successor to the next High Templar. After him, no Dark Templar has been able to break the ten-day barrier in the training ground."

Fang Senyan smiled and said:

"I have confidence in him, just like I have confidence in myself."