Just as Martin was busy with the trial, a major change occurred in the Matrix Galaxy.
According to a ship that managed to escape, seven special fleets encountered space turbulence and were all destroyed.
As soon as the news came out, the imperial capital of the Matrix Galaxy quickly issued a statement, insisting that the seven special fleets had not suffered any losses.
They were just taking a break and issuing a warning to the rebel forces within the empire, telling them to fend for themselves.
When the other forces in the higher planes heard the news, they couldn't help but sneer, thinking that such words were childish and ridiculous.
However, they also know that up to now, the profound depths hidden in the Matrix Galaxy have never been truly revealed.
Therefore, although various forces are coveting it, they are all keeping their troops in place, attempting to use other forces to draw out the Matrix Galaxy's trump card.
But these forces are all shrewd and no one is willing to take the lead.
As a result, the Matrix Galaxy fell into a strange calm on the surface.
But secretly, various forces urgently transferred personnel from their own planes and quietly gathered in the occupied areas of the Matrix Galaxy.
At this time, in the palace of the Matrix Galaxy, the eldest prince had sat on the throne at some point.
His expression was dignified as he swept his gaze over His Highness and his ministers. He said in a deep voice, "Regarding the matter of the seven special fleets, no one is allowed to spread false statements at will."
The ministers in the hall hurriedly responded in unison, but no one knew what they were thinking.
At this moment, a minister stood up hesitantly and called out, "Your Highness..."
The eldest prince nodded slightly and said "hmm".
The minister looked embarrassed. After a moment's hesitation, he uttered two words with difficulty: "Your Majesty."
The eldest prince then signaled the minister to continue. The minister took a deep breath and said, "Now, three of the five regions of the empire have fallen, leaving only the central and western regions still holding out."
"I suggest activating the Empire's heritage to awaken the cluster-level mecha warriors in cryostasis. I also suggest summoning the cluster-level warriors in the Imperial capital to march to the front lines together to resist the enemy's attack."
When the eldest prince heard the minister's advice, he frowned and fell into a brief contemplation.
He knew very well that activating the cluster-level mecha warriors in the cryogenic chamber would enhance the empire's military strength to a certain extent.
But, since he didn't erase his memory, he naturally knew.
This is actually a play, a play about whether the empire can become the master of the plane.
After a moment's silence, the First Prince slowly spoke, "This matter is of grave importance. Once those Cluster-class mecha warriors are awakened, their subsequent supply and deployment must be foolproof."
"Also, when summoning the star cluster-level experts in the capital, we need to carefully consider whether they are willing to obey orders."
At this time, another minister stepped forward, bowed and said: "Your Majesty, the situation is critical now, and the empire has few options."
"If we don't act quickly, the central and western regions may be in jeopardy. As for the deployment of those powerful individuals, I am willing to personally go and persuade them to prioritize the survival of the empire."
The eldest prince nodded slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. "Okay, then it's as you say. However, this matter must be carried out in secrecy. We must not let the enemy know of our actions, so as not to alert them."
After saying this, the Crown Prince turned his gaze to the minister in charge of logistics and said, "You must prepare the resources needed to awaken the mecha warriors as soon as possible. There must be no mistakes."
The Minister of Logistics quickly accepted the order: "Your Majesty, rest assured, I will do my best."
After arranging everything, the eldest prince slowly leaned back in his chair, his eyes unconsciously looking outside the hall.
His thoughts were tangled like a tangled mess, and he was secretly wondering what the position of the minister who had just given him advice was.
Was he a pawn planted by his brothers with ulterior motives, or was he secretly bribed by some higher-ups?
Father, oh father, I am burdened with so many difficulties now. I feel powerless. If I give up rashly, even if I kill you, I will not be able to succeed the throne.
Nowadays, there are undercurrents from various forces within the country, and several superior forces are coming in with great force outside. Add to that the troublemaker "Distant Country", and the situation is really dire.
On the empire's border, the enemy's offensive became increasingly fierce, constantly testing the weak points in the empire's defenses.
The people in the occupied areas were struggling in the flames of war, hoping that the empire could reverse the situation as soon as possible and save them from the dire straits.
In every corner of the Matrix Galaxy, rumors about the seven special fleets are still circulating quietly in private, causing panic among the people.
Soon, all the star-cluster-level powerhouses that could be summoned in the imperial capital gathered together.
Upon seeing this, the eldest prince hurried forward to greet them with a broad smile, displaying his respect for the wise and worthy. However, the three powerful men showed no appreciation at all.
The leading expert had a cold expression and said bluntly, "Grand Prince, we can set off immediately. Please ensure that there are no problems with the logistics support. As for other matters, we don't have any high demands."
The eldest prince nodded hurriedly and humbly, indicating that there would definitely not be any problems.
Upon hearing this, the three star cluster-level masters turned around and left without saying a word, completely disregarding the eldest prince's feelings.
The eldest prince was not annoyed by this. He still smiled and watched them leave.
Soon, fleets slowly sailed out from the Imperial Capital Star Port and headed towards the three occupied areas.
The civilians in the imperial capital couldn't help but cheer enthusiastically when they saw the spectacular scene of the fleet setting out.
At this moment, the Ninth Prince was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window in a room in a skyscraper, watching all this quietly.
Behind him was the minister who was speaking in the court.
After staring for a moment, the Ninth Prince slowly spoke, "I will take good care of your family. You just need to handle the matters at hand properly and make sure not to leave any loopholes."
When the minister heard this, his face turned pale as paper and his body began to tremble uncontrollably. He nodded hurriedly and then left in a daze.
The Ninth Prince looked at the minister's departing back, a barely perceptible sneer forming at the corner of his mouth.
He turned and walked to the sofa in the middle of the room, slowly sat down, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest, lost in thought.
"My dear brother, you can't just take advantage of our father's plan. I'll have you stay in the front to attract fire. This will buy me some time to prepare."
On the other side, the eldest prince watched the three star cluster-level powerhouses go away, then walked straight to the chair under the throne, slowly sat down, and fell into deep thought.
There was silence all around, with only his soft breathing echoing in the air.
Suddenly, a chuckle escaped from the corner of his mouth. It was not loud at first, but like a stone thrown into a calm lake. Then the laughter gradually became louder and echoed in the empty hall.
"Hmph, with these three 'loyal ministers' holding the front line, I can free up my hands to deal with some tricky matters." A sharp glint flashed in the eldest prince's eyes, and he muttered to himself.
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