When Madoc saw that the Insect Race had sent only a small squadron of warships to chase the fast ship, he laughed. "You're no fool, Overlord, but you won't catch that ship."
Zhang Fan appeared on the screen. "Lord Madoc, that was a nice trick. I almost fell for it."
"Hahaha, but you didn't, did you? Still, you won't catch that fast ship."
"That doesn't matter. I'm just here to tell you that the Dragon Race is up ahead, blocking your fast ship. Let's see where they can run now."
Madoc laughed as well. "Great minds think alike. I've notified the Halley Legion too. They should be heading there right now."
Zhang Fan and Madoc exchanged a look, then burst out laughing together...
"Lord Madoc, you're trying to throw the whole universe into chaos. Why not just give the psionic ore to the Western Realm Great Emperor?"
"Not interested. I'd rather play with you."
"Ah, I really... Fine, tell me. How do you want to play?"
"I'm not interested in your war with the Western Realm Great Emperor. But as for the Eastern Realm Great Emperor, I think it's time he stepped aside."
Zhang Fan was startled. He was fighting the Western Realm Great Emperor because he didn't want to live under someone else's threats. Only by keeping the situation in his own hands could he maintain control.
There was also the threat from the Dragon Race's Primordial Dragon, which left him no choice but to help the Dragon Race. Freeing the Judgment Dragon also involved the possibility of uncovering the secret of humanity's origins.
He had been forced onto this path. He had no desire to fight for dominion over the universe, yet it seemed he had no choice.
But Madoc was different. He had always served under the