In the fifth universe plane, under the glazed dome of the core palace, Malga stared at the swirling black fog of the sixth universe in the water curtain.

She tapped her knuckles lightly on the jade table, and there was a hint of unwillingness in her cold snort - the enchanting woman's methods were cunning and cruel. If they really had to fight head-on, she would not be able to win.

But, this breath is really infuriating.

"Heh, since I can't beat you, I'll just play dirty." His eyes rolled and he suddenly shouted, "Kokoro!"

Before he finished speaking, a lavender figure appeared out of thin air in the hall. Kokoro came to Marga and said, "Young Master, what can I do for you?"

Malga took out a crystal core from his sleeve. The crystal was pitch black, and the surface was flowing with dark patterns unique to the source of destruction. Even the air was stained by it, with a sense of burning.

She threw the crystal core to Kokoro and pointed her finger at the silent black mist in the water curtain.

"When those things in the fog rush out, you find a star cluster-level guy, stuff this thing into his body, and let them fight. Let's see who has the more powerful method."

Kokoro caught the crystal core, and her fingers flinched slightly when they touched the aura of destruction, but she remained calm and replied, "Are we going to let them be devoured by this power and perish together?"

"How can backlash be as interesting as watching a play?"

Marga raised his eyebrows and a mischievous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"This crystal core can trigger the Source of Destruction to stir up trouble. When the monsters in the black fog smell it, they will definitely devour that star cluster-level monster."

"They'll fight until one side is completely wiped out. I want to see if that old woman from Universe 6 gets furious when she sees her 'chess piece' and my 'bait' fighting each other."

Kokoro put away the crystal core, nodded in agreement, and her figure immediately turned into a purple light and disappeared into the shadow of the temple pillar.

Malga turned around and looked at the water curtain again. The palace of the sixth universe in the water curtain was glowing with scarlet light, and the figure of the enchanting woman was faintly visible.

She picked up the wine cup on the table, saluted the water curtain from afar, and sneered, "You want to run wild in my territory of the Fifth Universe? Then I'll play with you and see who gets away with it first."

The black mist in the water curtain seemed to sense something, and a very faint ripple suddenly appeared on the edge.

At the border of the trading star realm, the cracks on the void barrier are spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The endless influx of outsiders crashed into the energy shield, making a dull roar. The light on the surface of the shield flickered, swaying like a candle in the wind.

The defensive warriors of various forces behind the line of defense gripped their weapons tightly, sweat dripping through the gaps in their armor - everyone knew it.

Once this defense zone is breached, the planes, people, and inheritance behind it will all be devoured by the invaders.

You can fight for the lost territory again, but if you lose even the foundation for your foothold, everything will come to nothing.

At this stalemate, an order that excited everyone spread throughout the defense line.

The four superior forces actually pulled back all the personnel stationed in the Matrix Galaxy and made every effort to defend the Trading Star Realm.

The sudden concentration of troops was like a gate, withstanding the invaders' attack. The brilliance of the energy shield finally stabilized, and the defense line was temporarily stabilized.

The Matrix Galaxy left behind is now experiencing a bloody storm.

The eldest prince, clad in black gold armor, stood on the highest judgement platform in the imperial capital, with dozens of his younger brothers chained behind him.

Their wails and pleas for mercy were drowned out by the silence of tens of thousands of people in the square. Everyone stared at the long sword in the center of the judgment seat, which was shining with a cold light.

"The chaos in the Matrix Galaxy should end."

The eldest prince's voice was carried throughout the city through the loudspeaker array. He raised his hand and grasped the hilt of the sword. "From today on, only an iron fist can protect our galaxy."

A cold light flashed, and blood splattered on the spot.

Dozens of heads rolled off the stage, and the splashing blood reflected a glaring red in the sunlight.

After a dead silence in the square, it was unknown who knelt down first.

Immediately afterwards, the roar of surrender like a tsunami swept across the entire imperial capital - in the desperate situation of being abandoned by the superior forces.

This bloody purge actually became the beginning of the Matrix Galaxy's gathering power.

On the light wall of the mysterious matrix space, the image of the eldest prince wielding a knife at the judgment seat was projected, and the dark red blood light was reflected on the wrinkled face of the old emperor.

His skinny fingers tapped lightly on the suspended console, but a strange light burned in his cloudy eyes.

"Heh, this kid is hiding well enough."

The old emperor chuckled softly and stroked the star map patterns engraved on the console with his fingertips - every vital vein of the matrix galaxy was marked on it, including those secret star gates that even the eldest prince was unknown to him.

He originally thought that the boss was just a puppet heir who followed the rules, but he did not expect that the other party would dare to use such ruthless means to eliminate the internal strife, and would not even show mercy to his own brothers.

"You're more courageous than your brothers who only know how to compete for favor."

The old emperor raised his hand, his fingertips hovering above a string of flashing runes. After pondering for a moment, he finally pressed the confirm button.

The console emitted a slight humming sound, and deep in the matrix space, a dusty energy circuit appeared.

It was quietly activated and spread along the hidden line to the Council Hall in the imperial capital - that was one of the backup plans he had laid in his early years.

Being able to freeze the military power in the hands of the eldest prince at a critical moment can be regarded as an insurance for this "performance".

After doing all this, he looked back at the light wall. In the picture, the eldest prince was standing in front of the judgment seat, his black gold armor gleaming with a cold and hard luster under the starlight.

The old emperor suddenly laughed, his voice filled with anticipation and a subtle dignity: "Boss, Boss, do you think you can rest easy just by overthrowing your brothers?"

"This galaxy chess game isn't that easy to play. I suppose you haven't erased your memory."

He whispered to the void, as if calling out to his son: "Don't let me down. If you can break through that trap outside."

"I can hold this galaxy firmly in my hands... Perhaps, I can also spare your life."

The picture on the light wall changed, and the old emperor's gaze fell on the edge of the chaos.

As if he had seen something interesting, the corners of his mouth curled up into an unfathomable smile: "I'm afraid...someone doesn't want you to get what you want."

The indicator light on the console suddenly flickered, and a new stream of data poured in, indicating the unusual movements of invaders from the sixth cosmic plane.

The old emperor's eyes flashed, and his fingers fell on the keyboard again, but he did not issue any further instructions.