Chapter 2020 Everything will eventually be controlled by me
In 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 he himself 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 Neimoidia-class shuttle, escorted by countless swarm drones, flew over and picked him up. After Darth Malthael breathed the fresh air, his first words were directly
Just yelling, "Fuck me! Fuck who set off the explosion!!! I'm going to extract this guy's soul and torture him for ten thousand years!"
Even he himself couldn't tell what happened at that moment. But the only thing that was certain was that he was definitely being played for fun.
Just before, Jextus, the senior coordinator of the Grisk Hegemony, threatened the battleship with its remote control, but Darth Malthael didn't take it seriously at all. The self-destruction of the mere battleship was unable to harm anyone with it.
Protected by the gauntlet, Little Clash himself also has extremely powerful dark side force, and he masters the essence transfer technique and the death force, so he can reorganize even if his body is destroyed.
At that moment, Darth Malthael directly used the force of death to wither the hand holding the remote control on Gixtus. His force of death was different from the ordinary force, even if Darth-
Even a super strong man like Sidious was severely tricked by him when he faced the Force of Death for the first time.
Therefore, no matter how strong Gixtus's spiritual energy was, he was still in trouble. His palms withered and he could no longer grasp the remote control. 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 has obviously made this determination a long time ago. The remote control really explodes as soon as you press it. There is no countdown of one second. In some movies, after pressing the button, you are given three to five minutes.
There is no scene of escaping or cutting wires. From the activation of the remote control to the detonation, it is a matter of seconds, clean and neat.
Darth Malthael was certain that it was definitely not Gixtus who detonated it. He could not have done 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 Clash'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 in vain. His original plan to capture Gixtus alive, take him back for further study, and even cooperate with his mind to dig out the information in his brain completely failed. He didn't want to
He thought that in such an explosion, other creatures besides himself would survive.
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.
The bridge was even missing, and no structure could be discerned at all.
This once majestic battleship has now become such countless pieces of 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 had to find the reason and 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 Ander Wiggin, and the long-range super aircraft carrier Eternal bombardment 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 Chisslings.
On the one hand, these battleships have suffered more or less losses and require large-scale shipyards for repairs, and the Kingdom of Dawn's own industry cannot waste it on these backward battleships. On the other hand, these battleships can just be handed over to
The emerging civilian forces in Chisland balance the power of both sides.
Darth Malthael was meditating, and Adele Ulan, who was in charge of the overall situation, immediately made arrangements. She asked the Chissland to immediately organize forces to receive these battleships, and at the same time, all the crew members of this fleet were sent to Kru
The psychic temple on the planet Star and Kruste 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, 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 be overwhelming to 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 images 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)