Chapter 630: God's Eldest Son and the Emperor's Offspring

Artanis led hundreds of Protoss fanatics standing around the Thunderhawk gunship. They were dressed in heavy armor, holding light blades, and looking at everything in front of them with serious expressions.

Guilliman remained calm and walked out of the gunboat steadily.

"Alien, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation as to why you want to form an alliance with us?" Guilliman stared coldly at Artanis in front of him, his eyes full of contempt.

For him, communicating with these so-called aliens was a great respect for them.

Artanis first bowed respectfully to Guilliman to show his friendship. Then, he spoke slowly and firmly: "Great Human Empire, your reputation is far-reaching, not only in the depths of the distant galaxy, but also in the dangerous warp. Please allow me to greet you and the great Emperor with the most sincere attitude."

The times have changed. It is no longer the time when the Protoss dominate the world.

In the past, other alien races had spoken to the Protoss so respectfully, but now it was the Protoss' turn to bow to other races. This made Artanis feel a little emotional.

"Alien, I'm not here to listen to your polite words. If you just want to beg us to spare your race, then you can choose to fight us now, because we will exterminate all non-human species we see." Guilliman said coldly, his voice revealing an unshakable determination.

Guilliman slowly placed his right hand on the hilt of the Sincere Dagger. The dagger, shining with silver light, seemed to exude a mysterious aura.

As one of the many weapons owned by Primarch Roboute Guilliman, the Red Sword is famous for its sharp blade and exquisite craftsmanship.

It is not only a deadly weapon, but also a symbol of the Primarch's power and authority.

At the same time, the Hand of Domination equipped on Guilliman's left hand was also ready for battle.

The Hand of Domination is a power fist with an integrated bolter, and is one of the signature weapons of Roboute Guilliman, Primarch of the Ultramarines Legion.

The powerful Hand of Domination makes Guilliman even more powerful in battle, and can play a huge role in both melee and ranged attacks.

As Guilliman spoke, his eyes were filled with determination and resolve. His body leaned forward slightly, as if ready to attack at any time.

The air around him seemed to freeze as Guilliman's voice fell, and a tense atmosphere filled every corner. At this moment, the whole world was still, and only Guilliman and the weapon in his hand exuded a suffocating pressure.

Finally, Artanis broke the deadlock and took the initiative to show goodwill: "Great Human Empire, we have no intention of offending you. We just want to form an alliance with you to fight against the Zerg, that's all. After annihilating the Zerg, we will leave here." Artanis answered sincerely.

Guilliman looked at Artanis coldly, with a disdainful smile on his face. "Why should I trust you? Aliens? You are just a group of aliens with lowly blood. You should know that we can exterminate you at any time instead of forming an alliance with you."

Artanis's face tensed, but he remained calm. "We are not aliens! We are Protoss, and we are part of the universe. We have our own civilization and values. We do not want to be your enemy and we cannot be your enemy. We hope to cooperate with you to fight against the Zerg, the enemy that threatens the entire universe."

"Why do you think you are worthy of forming an alliance with us? Just relying on these so-called warships of yours?" Guilliman stared at Artanis in front of him and said coldly, "What qualifications do you have to form an alliance with us?" His voice was full of disdain and ridicule, as if Artanis in front of him was just an insignificant existence.

"Why do you think we won't destroy you first and then focus on dealing with the threat from the Zerg?" Guilliman continued to ask, his eyes like a knife, piercing Artanis' heart.

Every word was like a sharp sword, mercilessly piercing the other person's self-esteem.

However, Artanis was not intimidated by Guilliman's aura.

He stood there quietly, his eyes firm and calm, as if thinking about how to respond to this powerful enemy.

Although Guilliman's words were sharp, Artanis was keenly aware of the hidden meaning.

He realized that Guilliman did not actually want to destroy them, but was testing their strength and worth.

He needed a reason to decide whether to ally with them or consider them a threat and eliminate them.

Artanis knew that if they could not give a satisfactory answer, their race might face extinction. But if they could prove their worth, there might be a glimmer of hope.

Artanis slowly put away his weapon and straightened his body. He knew that now was the time to show their true strength.

He must prove to Guilliman that they are not useless, and must prove their value to the people of the Empire in front of them. Only in this way can he win Guilliman's respect and get a chance to survive.

"I would like to share with you the stories before the founding of the Human Federation, and what some of our compatriots have witnessed."

As Artanis spoke, he asked the many Protoss warriors around him to put down their weapons, and Guilliman also slowly put down the grenade launcher in his hand.

Artanis brought Guilliman to a special soundproof room, with only two floating chairs placed in the center of the room.

"Great human, please listen to my introduction to everything that has happened in the universe so far. Many of them happened after we fell asleep." Artanis said respectfully.

"All ears."

"I understand, sir..."

"About tens of millions of years ago, a fierce war broke out between us and the Zerg. At that time, we did not call ourselves Protoss. We were called the Aiur Empire, a huge empire with Aiur as its central planet. The territory of our empire once reached the size of millions of planets..."

"But since the war with the Zerg from the void, everything has changed..." Artanis said in a slightly sad tone.

"Hundreds of thousands of planets were swallowed by the Zerg swarm, and tens of trillions of people were devoured by the Zerg swarm, and then transformed into more powerful Zerg warriors..."

"In the end, we won the battle with great difficulty, but because the resources in the universe had been almost completely devoured by the Zerg, we had no choice but to fall into a deep sleep..."

(The author is gone for the day. I will come back to update after I finish fighting Tiger Vanguard.)