Martin left the divine realm and looked at the five surrendered gods in the void. His tone was icy: "Order your followers to immediately attack the remaining forces of the God of Light, the God of War, and the God of Plenty in the divine realm."

"Take no prisoners and eliminate all believers who believe in them."

The expressions of the five main gods changed slightly, not because they sympathized with the life and death of those believers, but because they smelled the shadow of their own future from this order.

But the situation was stronger than people, so they could only suppress their uneasiness and immediately pass instructions to believers through the divine core.

Within the divine realm, believers who received orders quickly gathered under the orders of the popes from all over the place, and rushed towards the sphere of influence of the three gods of light like a tide.

With fanatical flames burning in their eyes, they slaughtered all living creatures identified as "traitors to God", leaving almost no grass behind wherever they passed.

This bloody purge lasted for a whole week before completely erasing all traces of the God of Light and the other two in this superior plane.

During this period, Martin dispatched fifty legions of the empire, which crossed the plane barriers by ships and stationed at key nodes throughout the divine realm.

He knew very well that the number of planes under his control had increased dramatically, and the existing military force was far from enough - without loyal legions stationed there, any omission could lead to chaos.

The dragon knights have other important tasks and need to rely on regular legions to handle these complicated garrison affairs.

"Have Malcador and the military recruit as many soldiers as possible," Martin ordered into the communicator. "The manpower gap must be filled as soon as possible."

The imperial machine began to operate at high speed and soon integrated two hundred new legions.

However, the quality of these legions has declined significantly. Most of them are composed of reserves, newly recruited knights or mages, and their training and equipment are far inferior to those of the old legions.

Although the top leaders had concerns, they were helpless - His Majesty's order was urgent, and the empire's resources had been exhausted to the limit. If it were not for the transfusion of supplies plundered from the plane of the gods, the conscription plan would probably have been interrupted long ago.

In order to facilitate overall management, Martin transferred Malcador and some senior military officials to the Divine Realm to coordinate the mobilization of the legions, material supplies and plane governance.

Standing high in the sky above the divine realm, overlooking the busy legions below and the land that is gradually being brought into order.

With the addition of two hundred legions and the cooperation of the five main gods' believers, most of the planes under the gods' plane system were incorporated into the empire's territory.

However, some remote areas are still in chaos - among the commanders of the two hundred legions, only about eighty came from academies that cultivate absolute loyalty, and the rest were mostly from the old nobility, former royal families or a few foreign races.

Some legion commanders took advantage of the remoteness of their location and the difficulty of supervision, and gradually became hypocritical and acted like local tyrants in their own jurisdiction.

The believers of the five main gods had already received the order of "not to resist" from the main gods, which made some legion commanders more wanton and reckless, and harsh policies and plundering were common.

By the time Malcador and the military brass noticed something was amiss, uprisings had already broken out in several smaller dimensions.

This is simply unbelievable - knowing that resistance is tantamount to self-destruction, there are still races that rise up at all costs.

After finding out the whole story, Macador was so angry that his face turned red. He immediately put down what he was doing and went straight to Martin's residence.

Martin, currently working on the various planes' regulations, was slightly surprised to hear Malcador request a meeting. "This old man is always so busy, how did he suddenly find time to come?"

He put down the jade slip in his hand and ordered, "Let him in."

Malcador pushed open the door and entered, his military robes carrying a dusty air. As soon as he stood firm, he said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, something has happened!"

"Some of the newly incorporated small planes have erupted in rebellion. The source is those newly promoted legion commanders acting recklessly and treating their jurisdictions as private property!"

Martin frowned slightly and tapped his fingertips on the table: "Tell me more about it."

"Those legion commanders who weren't from the Loyalty Academy levied heavy taxes and levied heavy fines within their fiefdoms, even arbitrarily abolishing imperial laws and implementing a hereditary system."

"The believers dared not speak out, and the people at the bottom were fed up and fought desperately..."

Malcador handed over the file, "This is no longer an isolated case. If we continue to let it go, I'm afraid it will affect more planes."

Martin flipped through the files, his eyes gradually turning cold.

He can tolerate inefficiency, but will never tolerate betrayal or loss of control.

What these legion commanders did was tantamount to drilling holes in the foundation of the empire.

"It seems that it's time to let them understand that being 'remote' is never an excuse for being unruly."

Martin closed the file. There was no emotion in his voice, but it made Malcador's heart tremble.

He knew that an internal purge was about to begin.

On that day, dozens of streams of light suddenly appeared in the sky above the divine realm—more than fifty dragon knights rode giant dragons into the sky, speeding towards the small plane where the rebellion broke out.

The long-range plane shuttled through the space cracks, while the short-range plane flapped its wings and flew directly. The sound of dragon roars resounded through the void with unquestionable majesty.

At the same time, Martin ordered the selection of one hundred senior dragon beast knights from the dragon beast legion to immediately go to those out-of-control small planes to take over the position of legion commander.

His order was concise and stern: "Anyone who violates the laws of the empire, regardless of status, will be dealt with according to the law without any leniency."

After the dragon knights arrived at the rebellious plane, they did not rush to suppress it, but first used thundering means to control those legion commanders who were hypocritically disobeying.

Faced with the absolute power of the dragon knights, those commanders who once proclaimed themselves "kings" had no power to resist and were captured on the spot. What awaited them was the trial of the imperial military law.

After the Dragon Beast Knights took over the legion, they quickly enforced military discipline in accordance with imperial law and appeased the people affected.

The dragon knights acted decisively against the remnants of the rebellion who were still resisting, and quelled the unrest at the lowest cost.

In just a few days, order was restored in all the rebellious planes.

When the news reached the Divine Realm, Malcador and the military brass breathed a sigh of relief. His Majesty's iron fist had intimidated those who harbored hopes of getting away with it.

It also sent a clear signal to the entire empire: the laws of the empire must not be violated in any corner.