The cold light in the interrogation room shone on the one-way glass, reflecting Martin's solemn profile.

He looked at the thin man wearing glasses inside. He was looking around nervously, his fingers unconsciously twisting the corners of his clothes. He seemed timid, but there was a barely perceptible tension hidden deep in his eyes.

The interrogator handed over a report. "Your Majesty, he was recruited from the S-755 plane and currently serves as a clerk in the Legion's General Staff."

Martin flipped through the report quickly, his fingertips pausing for a moment on the words "Background of the Gods' Plane", and looked up and asked, "Have you recruited yet?"

The interrogator shook his head, his tone somewhat helpless.

"They used mental pressure, but he withstood it. He's obviously been specially trained. He's physically weak, but..."

"Torture."

Martin interrupted, his eyes still locked on the man in the interrogation room, his voice as cold as ice.

"Don't kill me, I want to keep him alive."

"Yes!" The interrogator stepped back and prepared to execute the order.

Martin watched the man's shoulders tremble slightly when he heard the door open, and added, "Also, the General Staff will conduct a thorough investigation from top to bottom. All those who have had contact with him will be temporarily suspended and isolated."

The man behind the glass seemed to have noticed something. He suddenly raised his head and looked straight towards the observation room through the lens. There was no fear in his eyes, but instead a strange calmness flashed across his eyes.

A cold arc appeared at the corner of Martin's mouth - anyone who could endure such mental torture was definitely not an ordinary clerk.

This web was deeper than he had imagined. He wanted to see how many secrets were hidden within this frail body.

As Martin's order was given, action was quickly taken and all the staff members were invited to have tea.

The responsibilities of the General Staff are to coordinate the battle situation, analyze intelligence, and formulate tactical deployments. It is the "brain" of the fleet.

At this moment, a crack was torn in this "brain". As the investigation deepened, more and more people were "invited for tea".

Among them, two or three "big fish" holding important positions were actually caught - a director responsible for drawing the star field defense map, and two staff officers in charge of analyzing the coalition forces' movements.

They usually look like decent people and talk freely in combat meetings, but now that they are taken into the interrogation room, the calmness on their faces has long been shattered.

Martin's order was simple and direct: "Just results."

The lights in the interrogation room were on all night, and the sound of metal clashing and suppressed roars could be heard occasionally.

These people who once held the lifeline of the fleet gradually collapsed under the torture.

The intermittent information made Martin's face even gloomier - they not only conveyed the core tactics of the General Staff to the Matrix Galaxy.

He even secretly revised the material allocation list three times, causing the front line to fall into supply crises several times.

"The Gods' planes are almost being infiltrated into a sieve."

Martin clenched the interrogation records in his hand until his knuckles turned white.

The corruption in the General Staff is more serious than expected. These termites hiding in the dark are almost hollowing out the combat system.

He stood in front of the surveillance screen, looking at the creatures from the plane of the gods, and there was no warmth in his eyes anymore.

"Continue the investigation and dig it out thoroughly. Also, transfer a group of personnel from the Light Pillar Plane Reserve to temporarily take over the responsibilities of the General Staff. All documents must be double-checked."

"Also, thoroughly investigate all officers from the Gods' Plane. If anyone shows any suspicion, immediately arrest them..."

Martin paused mid-sentence and tapped his fingertips hard on the table.

Outside the porthole, the red dots on the tactical screen were converging at an alarming speed. The images sent back by the patrol ship showed that the coalition fleet had broken through the outer warning zone and was approaching the main cluster in the reef zone at full speed.

"Forget it, the situation is urgent, let's take care of the present first."

He waved his hand, his tone full of unquestionable determination.

"We'll talk about these things after we get through this battle."

Kage replied in a deep voice, "Yes, Your Majesty." He turned and walked away quickly, his footsteps fading quickly in the corridor.

Martin leaned back in his command chair, closed his eyes, and let his mind sink into the mental link. "Malcador."

After a moment, a steady voice sounded in his mind: "Your Majesty."

"Immediately investigate all those who joined us because of the lack of belief in the Lordless God. Regardless of their position, if they show any unusual behavior—even if it's just inappropriate behavior—they will be arrested and detained pending trial."

Martin's voice was cold as steel.

“No need to report, just execute.”

Malcador did not ask the reason. In his opinion, obedience was his duty.

"Yes, I will do it immediately."

The mental link was broken, Martin opened his eyes, and his gaze fell back on the tactical screen.

The dense enemy coordinates came like a tide, and his fleet had to face the thundering offensive from the outside and guard against the hidden arrows from the inside.

"Okay."

He muttered to himself, his fingertips drawing an arc on the screen, circling the coordinates of several reserve fleets.

"Only in chaos can one recognize ghosts. Let this storm blow out all the hidden demons and monsters."

The communicator in the command cabin suddenly rang, and the urgent voice of the front-line commander was heard.

"Your Majesty, the enemy's vanguard has entered range, requesting the order to open fire!"

Martin took a deep breath and pressed his fingertips hard on the communication key. The voice was transmitted through the radio waves to every ship.

"Everyone, listen up! Retreat! Move to the heart of the reef zone and evacuate from the flanks!"

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, closely watching the enemy's movements on the tactical screen.

"Let's see whether their target is me or Matrix Galaxy."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The moment the order was given, hundreds of ships changed direction at the same time, their engines spewing out blue flames, drawing neat arcs in the starry sky, and heading towards the depths of the reef zone.

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