boyutpedia Chapter 252 Cloning
Chapter 252 Cloning
"Level 12 psionic waveform detected. The Queen of Blades has appeared." Inside Odin's cockpit, an alarm suddenly sounded, sharp and piercing.
However, unlike the usual panic that people would feel upon hearing an alarm, there was no one running around, and not even a single "person" was in the cockpit.
Kerrigan, the powerful psionicist, used her unparalleled psionic abilities to easily tear through Odin's seemingly indestructible armor, as if ripping a sheet of paper.
She slipped into the interior of the steel behemoth like a ghost, as if it were just an ordinary stroll.
As soon as Kerrigan's feet touched the ground, a large number of Marines in advanced power armor surged out of the tunnel like a tide.
These marines belonged to the old Imperial Guard, and were battle-hardened elites known as the Sons of Khar, renowned for their bravery and fearlessness.
Kerrigan showed no fear in the face of this sudden enemy.
She casually raised her hand, and bullets from the Gauss rifle rained down on her, but she easily blocked them all with her powerful psychic energy.
After hovering in the air for a moment, these bullets, as if by magic, returned along their original path at an even faster speed, heading straight for the Marines who had just fired them.
Not only that, Kerrigan also unleashed a psionic shockwave, which swept through like a violent hurricane.
Even these battle-hardened elites could hardly escape this fatal blow in such a narrow passage.
As the psionic shockwave raged, screams of agony erupted throughout the passage.
When everything calmed down, only Kerrigan's tall and imposing figure remained in the passage, along with the mangled bodies scattered on the ground.
"What other tricks do you have up your sleeve, Arcturus Mengsk?" Kerrigan's voice echoed in the deathly silence, tinged with contempt and disdain.
She slowly stepped over the corpses of the Sons of Korhal and walked straight toward Odin's bridge, as if it were already hers.
"Fire! Kill that monster!" With a roar, a barrage of artillery fire rained down on Kerrigan.
However, these attacks were like scratching an itch through a boot—completely ineffective against Kerrigan's psionic shield.
"Our attacks are completely ineffective! Is there any way to weaken her psionic energy?!"
Faced with Kerrigan's powerful psionic shield, the Sons of Korhal began to feel despair.
They kept changing their heavy weapons, trying to find a way to break through the shield.
The battle raged on, with the Sons of Korhal pouring out from every corner of Odin, seemingly unconcerned about casualties, launching a frenzied attack on Kerrigan.
Kerrigan calmly observed all of this. She knew very well that Mengsk valued his life highly, which was why he had placed so many Sons of Khar on Odin.
However, to her surprise, she had not seen any of the people controlling Odin along the way.
If Odin were completely controlled by AI, it certainly wouldn't have fallen into Valerian and Kerrigan's trap so easily.
Moreover, given Kerrigan's understanding of Mengsk, he would never trust AI, so there must be a human pilot involved.
After all, just look at the current state of the old Imperial Guard.
When Kerrigan finally arrived at the door to Odin's cockpit, she hesitated for a rare moment.
The reason is simple: the cockpit was unusually quiet, as if no one was there at all.
Finally, after a fierce battle, Kerrigan successfully tore open the cockpit hatch with her hard bone wings.
However, when she looked closely, she was surprised to find that the cockpit was completely empty!
Instead, there were transparent glass jars filled with an unknown liquid, and what was soaking in these jars were the heads of the hybrids!
A surge of anger welled up within Kerrigan, and she gritted her teeth as she shouted, "Where do you think you're hiding, Mengsk!"
Before she finished speaking, Kerrigan raised her hand without hesitation and smashed the glass jars one by one.
With a crisp cracking sound, shards of glass flew everywhere, and the hybrid heads that had been submerged in the liquid rolled out one after another.
Just then, a figure suddenly lit up on the control panel; it was Mengsk's projection.
A sinister smile played on his lips as he slowly said, "I am indeed in this mech, but you'd better worry about your life from now on."
Seeing this, Kerrigan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile, and she replied, "You don't think you can take me down with just these hybrids, do you?"
Mengsk's smile didn't fade; he remained calm and said, "Of course not, darling."
His calm tone was unsettling, instantly putting Kerrigan on her guard.
"Only the Queen of Blades could have killed her." Mengsk's voice, like a demon's whisper, slowly echoed in Kerrigan's ears, seemingly carrying a strange, magical power.
As soon as Mengsk finished speaking, suddenly, with a "bang," a "person" fell heavily to the ground from a closed container like a discarded object.
Kerrigan's eyes widened suddenly, and her expression instantly turned extremely ugly.
She had no idea that Mengsk would create a clone that looked exactly like her!
“This is… damn it!” Kerrigan said through gritted teeth, her heart filled with anger and shock.
She couldn't imagine how Mengsk had done it, but the fact was undeniable and she couldn't ignore it.
Nevertheless, Kerrigan could still sense that the clone before her was definitely inferior to herself in terms of psionic control and power.
However, this does not mean she can underestimate this clone, because even if it is slightly weaker, it is enough to buy Mengsk enough time to escape.
At the same time, Arcturus Mengsk turned off the projection device, his face still calm as if everything that had just happened was under his control.
He slowly turned around, his gaze falling on the scientist in a white coat who was being held tightly to the table by the ghostly figure of the leader.
Mengsk moved slowly and deliberately, picking up a pistol and then steadily pressing the muzzle against the scientist's forehead.
Throughout the entire process, his expression remained unchanged, as if he were performing an ordinary daily task.
“Mobius Foundation, my empire has no place for traitors.” Mengsk’s voice was icy cold, devoid of any emotion, as if he were facing not a living person, but a worthless object.
"I resurrected you! You are not him! You are just a clone!" the scientist said incoherently.
“I am Arcturus, the head of the Empire, the Emperor of the Terrans.” Mengsk slowly pulled the trigger. “The Empire will be reborn, and you will lose your value.”
"boom!"