Chapter 2020 Everything Will Eventually Be Controlled by Me

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 feel 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 me!! Who the f*ck set off the explosion!!! I'm going to extract this guy's soul and torture him. a thousand years!"

Even he himself couldn't tell what happened at that moment. 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 the 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, as 100,000 drones took off and started a counterattack under the genius command of Ender Wiggin, and the Eternal super aircraft carrier also used long-range bombardment with particle light spears, the combined fleet of Grisk Hegemony had already been defeated. decided.

But now, Gixtus self-destructed, and those controlled by him were all out of control. Just like people in other races who were out of control, they all felt 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 battleships 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.

Das-Massail was meditating, and Edel-Ulan, who was in charge of the overall situation, immediately made arrangements. She asked the Chiss to organize forces to receive these warships immediately, and at the same time, send all the crew members of this fleet to the planet of Krusty. The psychic temple on the planet of Krusty was being built, just in time for these crew members to go there to receive the salvation of the Holy Advent Sect.

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

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

Boom~~~~~~~

"Let me go! Otherwise..."

"Ten seconds!"

"I will activate the self-destruct device!"

Boom~~~~~~~~~

The same scene flashed through Das-Massail's mind over and over again, as if it was set up to loop, over and over again, faster and faster...

So much so that Das-Massail's forehead was also sweating, and he was a little overwhelmed.

No! Impossible! It was just a memory. Even if it was replayed repeatedly, even at a high speed, it would not overwhelm a Sith Lord like Darth Malthael!

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

"I'll count to ten!" [It will eventually...]

"Ten seconds later! I will activate the self-destruct 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 this chapter)