"Warning? Hehehe..." Darth Malthael sneered as he walked toward Jikstus step by step. The Grysk warriors before him raised their weapons one after another, ready to fire at any moment.
Yet Darth Malthael paid no heed to the threat and continued advancing. "You should understand, Jikstus. The moment you Grysks chose to control other races through mind control, it became impossible for you to have allies. As someone so skilled at manipulating hearts and minds, why would you think I would spare you and form an alliance with you?"
"Because we are equally powerful. From you, I can even sense the presence of one of our overlords!" Jikstus raised his voice. "Throughout the Grysk Hegemony's tens of thousands of years of history, we have indeed never had allies—only clients and slaves. But the Duchy of Dawn is an exception. If we join forces, both the Milky Way Galaxy and the Unknown Regions will lie beneath our feet!"
"Ha ha ha ha ha!!" Darth Malthael burst into wild laughter, as though he had heard an especially hilarious joke. "Equally powerful... Hahahaha! Equally... powerful... Hehehehehe."
He laughed for quite a while before the sound abruptly stopped. His voice became incomparably dark. "What makes you think you are?"
Bzzzz~~!! The ominous black blade of the pitch-black Soul Reaper Sword shot out instantly. In that moment, countless vengeful spirits let out silent wails as they drifted around Darth Malthael.
The instant the Lightsaber ignited, Jikstus's eyes suddenly seemed to turn into two whirlpools, as if they were swallowing everything around them! An incomparably terrifying psychic energy descended. Within Darth Malthael's Force sense, Jikstus seemed to have become a colossal and terrifying monster.
Such a sensation was undoubtedly proof of the opponent's immense power!
Not only that, the dozens of Grysk Guard warriors also opened