Martin's flagship emerged from the jump rift, and the stardust in the reef belt floated outside the porthole like a silent cemetery.
He took the battle report from his adjutant and ran his fingertips across the flashing red dots on the holographic screen. Those were the coordinates of the destruction of the fleets of the three superior forces. The distribution map of the wreckage was densely packed and shocking.
"Matrix Galaxy's 'Galaxy' mecha..."
Martin's voice was low, his eyes fixed on the parameter simulation diagram of the mecha.
The pitch-black metal hull is covered in bio-armor, and the shoulder cannons are of a caliber sufficient to rip through a battleship's shields.
The most terrifying thing is its "void anchoring" system, which can forcibly lock the enemy's jump engine.
"This kind of combat power is enough to sweep across the surrounding star regions,"
The adjutant added, his tone filled with confusion.
"But they had been holding their troops in place until the three factions launched their general attack, only then suddenly deploying into the battlefield. It was as if... they were deliberately waiting."
Martin tapped his knuckles on the console, and the data stream scrolled rapidly on the screen.
Matrix Galaxy's military deployment records, energy consumption curves, and even encrypted fragments of high-level communications...
All clues point to an unusual conclusion: they are hiding their strength, and have been hiding it for a long time.
"Are you waiting for us?"
He suddenly spoke, his eyes sharp as a knife, "Or are they waiting for all the forces that could threaten them to gather together, and then wipe them out in one fell swoop?"
The energy turbulence in the reef belt hit the hull, making a dull sound.
Martin looked at the silhouette of the mecha on the screen and suddenly remembered the secret report from Maka - the Matrix Galaxy has been secretly mining an unknown ore for nearly a hundred years, and the purpose is unknown.
"Retrieve geological samples from the SSS-999 region of the Matrix Era."
He ordered, "Especially those areas containing space crystals." Perhaps the answer lies in this seemingly desolate stardust.
The operator quickly retrieved the geological data of the SSS-999 area, and a mineral vein distribution map flashing with a faint blue light appeared on the holographic screen.
Martin's gaze fell on the deepest area - the concentration of space crystals there was more than a hundred times higher than that of other places.
"This place..." The operator suddenly took a breath of cold air.
Martin tapped his fingertips, overlaying the mineral vein map with the energy core parameters of the "Galaxy" mecha. An amazing coincidence appeared.
The energy fluctuation frequency of the mecha is completely consistent with the resonance frequency of the space crystal.
They are using space crystals to power their mechas.
Martin's voice dropped.
"This ore can tear apart space. No wonder that mech was able to disable the jump engine."
He suddenly remembered a sentence in the intelligence - the mine guards in the Matrix Galaxy are all cyborgs.
He stood up, and the stardust outside the porthole seemed to have turned into countless pairs of prying eyes.
"Also, turn the fleet's anti-space jammers to maximum power. We're going to meet that 'Galaxy'."
The flagship slowly approaches the Matrix Era.
At this moment, deep in the palace of the Matrix Era, the alloy ground was shining with a cold and hard light. Three princes were tied up with genetic chains and staggered to their knees.
When they looked up, they saw the old emperor walking out of the matrix halo - he was a skinny old man.
His eye sockets were deep, yet they revealed a sharpness that could penetrate people's hearts. The aura of the high-level genetic warriors surrounding him was as deep as the sea, and every glance was like a needle dipped in poison.
"Kneel down!" The mecha warrior behind him shouted in a deep voice, and the soles of his metal boots crushed heavily on the prince's knees. The three of them groaned and were forced to lower their bodies, with their foreheads almost touching the ground.
The old emperor stood silently on the steps, twirling a dark silver gene chip between his fingertips. After a long pause, he slowly spoke, his voice hoarse as sandpaper.
"Do you remember the plan I laid out for you?"
The Third Prince was shocked and looked up suddenly: "Father! We..."
"you?"
The old emperor sneered, and the chip in his palm glowed faintly.
"You thought I was asleep and didn't know anything? Haha, you are really my good son. I allowed you to imprison your memories, but you played tricks and did all kinds of tricks to become emperor. You idiots."
The eldest prince looked at the emperor on the throne with a gloomy face and decided to go all out.
"You clearly know our true nature, yet you let us continue. Now you're hypocritically criticizing us. What a joke, you..."
"That's enough."
The old emperor raised his hand to interrupt, and the genetic warriors instantly took a step forward. The oppressive feeling made the air solidify.
"You've messed up the plan and nearly eaten away the very foundation of the Matrix Galaxy. You'll hold a public trial later, so the entire empire can see your true colors."
He threw the chip to the ground, and the holographic projection suddenly lit up - it showed the three princes scheming against each other, as well as encrypted records of the three princes' communications with foreign enemies.
"Don't you want to be emperor?"
The old emperor's voice was unrecognizable, "Then go to the 'reinforcement cabin' and taste the fruits of your own labor."
As the mecha warrior moved forward to drag him, the Ninth Prince suddenly roared, "Why are you doing this? Are we still your sons? Are you plotting against us like this?"
The old emperor turned and walked towards the matrix halo, his back flickering in the light and shadow: "Son?" He chuckled, with a bone-chilling chill.
"When you become mindless combat units, you'll understand that I never wanted more than this."
The genetic chains dragged the princes away, and the sound of metal friction echoed in the empty palace.
The old emperor looked at the torrent of data flowing in the matrix, and a hint of fanaticism flashed in his eyes - now the time is almost right, and the Galaxy Mecha has been perfected.
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