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760, Transportation Hub

Newt Gunray looked horrified. "You want... you want..."

Darth Malthael said calmly, "All this time, there's something you've never understood. The Confederacy of Independent Systems can only exist by relying on the Trade Federation, the InterGalactic Banking Clan, the Fourth Group... and all those other Mega-corporations. Without them, the industrial capacity of the Outer Rim Territories alone could never have given you a chance to fight the Galactic Republic."

Newt Gunray fell silent.

"Likewise, Count Dooku relies on all of you to possess the power he has today. True, his immense personal charisma united countless planets across the Outer Rim Territories, but wasn't that merely the result of following the tide? Even without him, would those Outer Rim planets have dared not resist the Galactic Republic? No. That isn't the case," Darth Malthael said.

"You want me... to replace him?" Newt Gunray finally spoke those treasonous words.

"Why?" Darth Malthael asked in return. "To let Count Dooku step down from that target? Hehehehe..."

He sneered for a moment before leaving him with one final sentence. "We will meet again, Newt Gunray. At least for now, your life has been spared."

After ending the transmission, Darth Malthael opened the cockpit and jumped down. Xiao Guanghua and the squad of soldiers had been waiting for quite some time.

Yet none of them showed the slightest impatience. They immediately stood straight, puffed out their chests, and gave a standard military salute. "Lord Archangel of Death!"

Only the highest echelons of the Fourth Civilization knew that Tang Xiao was the Archangel of Death. In ordinary situations, whenever he appeared like this, he was the Archangel of Death. A stand-in for Tang Xiao would also be arranged at the same time.

For example, at this very moment, the T-850 that looked exactly