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.
Das-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 Scyk-class shuttle, escorted by countless Swarm Drones, flew over and picked him up. After Das-Malthael took a breath of 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 for ten 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, Grysk Hegemony's High Coordinator Jikstus threatened the battleship with its remote control, but Das-Malthael didn't take it seriously at all. The self-destruction of a mere battleship cannot harm him at all. He is protected by Kresh's Gauntlet, and he also has the extremely powerful Dark Side Force. Moreover, he has mastered Essence Transfer and Death Force, so he can reorganize even if his body is destroyed.
At that moment, Das-Malthael directly used Death Force to wither the hand of Jikstus holding the remote control. His Death Force is different from the ordinary the Force. Even a super strong person like Darth-Sidious was severely tricked by him when he faced Death Force for the first time.
Therefore, no matter how strong Jikstus's mind Psionics is, he will still succeed. His palms withered and he could no longer hold 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 Jikstus has obviously made this determination for a long time. The remote control really explodes as soon as you press 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.
Das-Malthael can be sure that this was definitely not detonated by Jikstus. It was impossible for him to do it at that time. But the question is, who?!
Das-Malthael covered his head, he still felt a little dizzy. Even with the protection of Kresh's Gauntlet, it would be absolutely uncomfortable for him to be 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 Jikstus 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.
Jikstus obviously had a bomb buried under his own bridge, or there was an energy core under the bridge, so the bridge part was destroyed most completely.
Das-Malthael waved his hand, and an officer came over and showed the scene of FateSpinner'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 the once aloof Jikstus.
"Stand back, I need to meditate." Das-Malthael waved his hand and blocked everyone around him.
He took a deep breath, sat cross-legged on the ground, and guided his the Force into the depths of the void. He had to find the reason, what had just happened. His intuition told him that something was wrong!
Grysk Hegemony, as a the 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 began to counterattack under the genius command of Ander-Viking, Eternal Super Carrier also used Particle Beam Lance to bombard them from a distance. The defeat of the combined fleet of Grysk Hegemony was already certain.
But now, Jikstus self-destructs, 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, anxious, 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 Csilla were destroyed, there are still about 240 ships left. These spacecraft have all become the spoils of Duchy of Dawn!
These battleships are worthless to Duchy of Dawn, but it is a very good choice to transfer them to Chiss territory.
On the one hand, these warships have suffered more or less losses and require large-scale shipyards for repairs, and Duchy of Dawn's own industry cannot be wasted on these backward warships. On the other hand, these battleships can just be handed over to the emerging civilian forces of Chiss territory to balance the power of both sides.
Das-Malthael was meditating, and Adele-Ulan, who was in charge of the overall situation, immediately started making arrangements. She asked Chiss territory to immediately organize forces to receive these battleships, and at the same time, send all the crew members of this fleet to Crustai. Temple of Communion on Crustai is under construction, just in time for these crew members to receive the redemption of Holy Advent Cult.
"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 Das-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 Das-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 overwhelmed by Sith Lord of the level of Das-Malthael!
"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 Das-Malthael lowered his head and looked at the remote control in his hand.
The one who pressed the remote control was himself...