The Empire begins with the Fourth Scourge

2021. Everything will eventually be controlled by me

...Darth Malthael opened his eyes and saw only endless fragments, and he couldn't even see the end.

And himself? It was spinning lightly in the void.

A mutilated turret floated past his eyes, and on the twisted and sharp fracture of the turret, there was a miserable corpse hanging.

Darth Malthael opened his mouth, and then realized that he was in the vacuum of the universe, and he couldn't help but become furious.

A Neimoidian Sheapod-class shuttle, escorted by countless swarm drones, flew over and picked him up. After Darth Malthael breathed in the fresh air, his first sentence was to curse, "Fuck you! Who the f*ck set off the explosion!!! I'm going to extract this guy's soul and torture him." a thousand years!"

What happened at that moment, even he himself couldn't explain clearly. But the only thing that is certain is that he is definitely being played for fun.

Just before, Gixtus, the senior coordinator of the Grisk Hegemony, threatened him with the remote control for the battleship's self-destruction, but Darth Malthael didn't take it seriously at all. The self-destruction of a mere battleship cannot harm him at all. He is protected by Little Klash's gauntlet. He also has extremely powerful dark side force, and he masters the essence transfer technique and the death force. Even if his body is destroyed, he can reorganize it.

At that moment, Darth Malthael directly used the Death Force to wither the hand holding the remote control on Gixtus. His Death Force is different from the ordinary Force. Even a super strong man like Darth Sidious was severely fooled by him when he faced the Death Force for the first time.

Therefore, no matter how strong Gixtus' spiritual energy is, he will still succeed. His palms withered and he could no longer grasp the remote control, and Darth Malthael seized this opportunity and rushed forward to snatch it.

But something unexpected happened at that moment...

The remote control is activated!

And Gixtus had obviously made this determination a long time ago. The remote control really exploded as soon as he pressed it, without even a one-second countdown. There are no movies where you push a button and then give you three to five minutes to escape or cut the wires. From the activation of the remote control to the detonation, it is a matter of seconds, neat and tidy.

Darth Malthael was certain that it was definitely not Gixtus who detonated it. It was impossible for him to do it at that time. But the question is, who? !

Darth Malthael covered his head. He still felt a little dizzy. Even with the protection of Little Klesh's gauntlet, he would definitely not feel comfortable being at the core of a battleship's self-destruction.

What made him even more angry was that this incident caused all his previous efforts to be wasted. The original plan of capturing Gixtus alive, taking him back for further study, and even cooperating with his mind to dig out the information in his brain came to nothing. He didn't think that in such an explosion, any other living thing would survive besides himself.

Gixtus obviously buried a bomb under his own bridge, or there was an energy core under the bridge, so the bridge part was the most completely destroyed.

Darth Malthael waved his hand, and an officer came over and showed the scene of the Destiny Weaver's self-destruction. It can be seen that the 1,500-meter-long ship has been blown into more than ten parts, and the bridge is missing, and no structure can be distinguished at all.

This once majestic battleship has now become such countless space junk, including Gixtus, who was once aloof.

"Everyone, step back. I need to meditate." Darth Malthael waved his hand and blocked everyone around him.

He took a deep breath, sat cross-legged on the ground, and directed his force to the depths of the void. He must find the reason, what happened just now. His intuition told him that something was wrong!

Grisk Hegemony, as an empire that has existed for tens of thousands of years and uses mind control as its core strength, it is hard to overstate how weird their methods are.

At this moment, on the battlefield outside, the battle has ended early.

Originally, with the take-off of 100,000 drones and the counterattack under the genius command of Ender Wiggin, and the long-distance bombardment of the Eternal super aircraft carrier with particle light spears, the combined fleet of Grisk Hegemony had already been defeated. decided.

But now, Gixtus has self-destructed, and those controlled by him are all out of control. Just like people in other races who are out of control, they all feel extremely empty, restless, and then confused and numb.

All the battleships stopped taking any action and just floated there motionless.

Next, it's time to clean up the battlefield.

Although a large number of the 430 cruisers that invaded the planet Hisla were destroyed, there are still about 240 ships left. These spaceships have all become the spoils of the Dawn Principality!

These warships are worthless to the Principality of Dawn, but it is a very good choice to hand them over to the Chiss Leader.

On the one hand, these warships have suffered more or less losses and require large-scale shipyards for repairs, and the Dawn Principality's own industry cannot waste on these backward warships. On the other hand, these battleships can be handed over to the emerging civilian forces in Chisland to balance the power of both sides.

Darth Malthael was meditating, and Adele Ulan, who was in charge of the overall situation, immediately started making arrangements. She asked the Chissland to immediately organize forces to receive these battleships, and at the same time, send all the crew members of this fleet to Crewe. Star planet. The Necromantic Temple on the planet Krustel is being built, just in time for these crew members to receive the salvation of the Holy Advent sect.

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"Let me go! Otherwise, don't leave at all!!"

"I count to ten! In ten seconds, I will activate the self-destruct device!!"

Boom~~~~~~~

"Let me go! Otherwise..."

"Ten seconds!"

"I'll activate the self-destruct device!"

Boom~~~~~~~~~

The same scene flashed through Darth Malthael's mind over and over again, as if a loop had been set to keep it from letting go, over and over again, faster and faster, faster and faster...

So much so that cold sweat was streaming down Darth Malthael's forehead, and he was a little overwhelmed.

No! impossible! It's just a memory. Even if it is played back repeatedly, no matter how fast it is, it cannot overwhelm a Sith Lord of Darth Malthael's level!

"Let me go!" [Everything...]

"I'll count to ten!" [Eventually...]

"In ten seconds! I will activate the self-destruction device!" [By me...]

Click...the remote control was pressed. 【Control! ! 】

All the pictures stopped at that moment, and Darth Malthael lowered his head and looked at the remote control in his hand.

The one who pressed the remote control was himself... (End of chapter)