As the order was given, the fleet, under the cover of the golden light curtain of the Golden Behemoth, was slowly sailing into the jump rift. The starship's engine made a steady hum, and was about to escape from this stranglehold.
But in the command room at the core of the matrix, the old emperor's eyes were completely distorted.
On the screen, the wreckage of six special-class fleets burned in the void, the damage data of the Time Sand Mecha was shocking, and the weak signals of the three Soul Princesses - these costs were like red-hot irons, burning his heart.
"Want to leave?"
He slammed the console to pieces, his bony fingers pressing firmly on the red launch button.
"Fire the 'Star Core Bomb'! Even if everything ends in destruction, their bones must be left behind!"
In the deepest part of the Matrix Galaxy, a metal barrel spanning a hundred kilometers slowly rose up, and the energy condensed at the muzzle distorted the surrounding light.
In the inky black energy ball, countless broken fragments of time and space can be vaguely seen - that is a forbidden weapon that can directly annihilate the origin of matter.
"boom--!"
The dark energy beam tore through the void, with the power to devour everything, and shot straight towards the jump rift of Martin's fleet.
Almost at the same time, the remaining special-class fleet rushed forward like crazy, crashing into the light curtain of the Golden Behemoth, using self-destruction to clear obstacles for the "star core bomb".
The only two remaining soul princesses burned their last energy, and the rules of time turned into shackles, tightly entangling the three-headed golden behemoths behind the hall.
After seeing this, Martin said to himself, "As expected."
"Speed up the jump!"
He roared in the flagship and deployed the energy shield to its full potential, but it was instantly covered with cracks under the impact of the "star core bomb".
The golden behemoths roared and stood in front of the fleet. The golden light curtain collided violently with the dark energy, and a shock wave erupted that was enough to make the stars tremble.
"Shisha Mecha, retreat!"
The old emperor's voice was breathless. He watched the approaching energy storm on the screen, a glint of madness in his eyes. These mechas were the last seeds, and they must be preserved.
The jump rift began to become unstable in the violent shock, and the stern of Martin's flagship was hit by the shock wave, and a raging fire broke out.
"Faster! Faster!" He stared at the countdown for the closing of the crack, his fingertips turning white from the force.
In order to cover the fleet, the three golden behemoths endured the aftermath of the "star core bomb". Their golden bodies were corroded and charred, but they still blocked the pursuers.
Soul Princess's rules of time exploded in their bodies, and she used her last bit of strength to slow down the Golden Behemoth's movements before she turned into light spots all over the sky and dissipated.
"Buzz--" The jump rift finally closed completely, and Martin's fleet disappeared into the void.
The old emperor looked at the empty battlefield, his chest heaving violently, and a mouthful of blood spurted onto the console. Did he win this interception?
No, he lost too much, and Martin was still alive. Even though he seriously injured the three Golden Behemoths, they were not dead.
In the void, the energy aftermath of the "star core bomb" was still spreading, and the fire from the self-explosion of the last battleship of the special fleet became the only embellishment in this disastrous defeat.
The old emperor slowly stood up with the help of the console, with only coldness in his eyes.
The old emperor's gaze was fixed on the big screen, which was replaying the scene of the Golden Behemoth unleashing its original power, and the golden flames were almost burning through the screen.
His knuckles turned white from the exertion, and he suddenly turned to the scientific research team behind him, his voice filled with unquestionable authority.
"Start the Time Sand Mecha production line at full capacity, regardless of energy consumption. I want to see the first batch of finished products within 72 hours!"
The head of scientific research's expression changed slightly. "Your Majesty, the core components of the Time Sand Mecha haven't been fully debugged yet. Forcing mass production might..."
"Follow orders!" the old emperor interrupted him, his eyes as cold as ice. "Now is not the time to hesitate!"
After everyone received the order and left, he slowly walked towards the central control console, his fingertips hovering above the communication button for a moment, and finally pressed it.
The holographic projection instantly lit up, and several badges representing different forces rotated on the screen.
"Everyone,"
The old emperor's voice came through the encrypted channel, with a deliberately exaggerated solemnity, "Martin has at least twelve galaxy-level golden behemoths under his command, and their combat power far exceeds expectations."
There was silence for a moment on the other end of the projection, and then a hoarse voice sounded.
"Galaxy level? Old Emperor, are you still alive? Or do you know how to play?"
The old emperor remained calm when he heard the sarcastic remarks, as if he hadn't heard them.
"I guarantee this in the name of the Matrix Core."
He called up a captured battle video. In the video, six golden behemoths gathered together, and the golden energy fluctuations were clearly visible.
"This is real-time data sent back from the front lines. The energy levels don't lie."
A female voice from the wizard plane sounded, with a hint of caution: "You mean... an alliance?"
“It’s coexistence.”
The old emperor corrected him, "Martin's power is expanding beyond our control. If we continue to fight among ourselves, we will be defeated one by one by him sooner or later. Joining forces to suppress him will at least make him restrain himself."
The badges on the screen flickered, and it was clear that all parties were weighing their options.
The old emperor waited patiently, his fingers tapping the table unconsciously - he didn't care what these forces really thought.
As long as they act out of fear, even if it's just a temporary distraction, it can buy him time to debug the sand mecha.
Finally, the female voice from the wizard plane sounded again.
"We can form an alliance, but we want to share the energy technology of the Matrix core."
"I want the genetic samples of the golden behemoths under Martin's command." The ancient race also put forward conditions.
The old emperor's lips curled up in an imperceptible arc: "Okay. But before that, don't you also have to show your sincerity?"
There was silence on the communication screen, and the big man from the ancient plane sneered.
"Sincerity? I don't see your sincerity there, and you still want sincerity, what a joke."
After saying that, he hung up the call, and the other screens also went out one after another.
The old emperor looked at the extinguished big screen but didn't care. What he wanted was never to form an alliance, but to kill someone with a borrowed knife.
As for those deceived forces... once Martin was dealt with, their fate was already determined.
In the void, the alloy floor of the flagship command cabin glowed with a cold light. Eight golden behemoths stood shoulder to shoulder in a row, their huge bodies almost filling the space inside the cabin.
The golden manes on their bodies were soft and shiny, and the charred scars left in the Shadow of the Abyss had completely healed. The galaxy-level pressure was like a silent tsunami.
Flowing slowly in the cabin - the three seriously injured companions were now standing on the far left of the queue, their eyes as sharp as before, without any signs of fatigue.
Martin sat in front of the central console, his fingertips running across the energy data stream on the holographic screen. When he looked up, his eyes swept over the eight figures and his voice was steady.
"The old emperor will probably incite other forces, and at the same time, there will be a surge in the production of Time Sand Mechas."