In the core prison area of the Matrix Era, dozens of transparent hibernation capsules are neatly arranged. Members of the Crypt Clan are soaked in light green nutrient solution, with silver nerve catheters inserted into their foreheads.
The other end of the catheter was connected to a huge memory extraction device, and the data stream scrolled across the screen like a waterfall.
The rock distribution, energy nodes, and even the secret heritage of the underground clan in their minds about the plane of the gods were peeled off and analyzed bit by bit.
The old emperor stood in front of the main control console and lightly tapped his fingertips. A three-dimensional projection of the plane of the gods immediately appeared on the screen - continuous underground caves spread like a spider web.
Glowing crystal veins flicker deep within the rock formations, marking the source of energy that the underground clan has guarded for generations.
Then, the scene changed and he saw what Martin had explained.
"I see……"
A sneer flashed in his eyes, "You want my skills? Haha, I'll be waiting."
The memory extraction device suddenly emitted a rapid beep, and the data flow on the screen began to become disordered.
The old emperor frowned and looked, and found that it was the memory of the underground chief that was resisting violently.
The other core instructions about Martin began to become unclear, as if they were encrypted.
"Increase the extraction power." He ordered coldly, "I want to know the other secrets Martin has revealed."
The technician hurriedly adjusted the parameters. The Crypt Chief in the hibernation chamber twitched violently, fine bubbles appeared in the nutrient solution, and the light on the nerve catheter became dazzling.
But those key memories seemed to be protected by an invisible barrier. No matter how they were extracted, all they got was a vague turbulence of energy.
"Your Majesty, his soul has been sealed by a special energy. Forcible extraction may cause the complete destruction of his memory." The technician reported while wiping the sweat off his face.
The old emperor stared at the chaotic spots of light on the screen and snorted coldly.
"Continue. Even if we don't get the core intelligence, the excavation technology of these crypt clans and the distribution map of the mineral veins in the Gods' Plane are enough to make back our investment."
Increase the power!
The technician gritted his teeth and pushed up the energy valve, and the silver nerve catheter instantly burst out with a dazzling light.
"Bang--!"
A muffled sound was heard from the hibernation chamber, and the head of the Crypt Chief exploded like an over-inflated skin bag. The light green nutrient solution instantly turned red, and the turbid liquid slowly flowed down the cabin wall.
The screen of the memory extraction device suddenly went black, and then a cold prompt popped up: "Target is brain dead, data interrupted."
The old emperor glanced at the miserable situation in the cabin, his face expressionless, as if he had just seen a useless piece of garbage being discarded.
He straightened the wrinkles on his cuffs, turned and walked towards the door, his steps steady without a pause.
"The rest." When he reached the door, he spoke without turning his head, his voice as flat as if he was talking about the weather.
"Extract memories one by one, dig up as much as you can. If they die, just dispose of them directly. No need to report them specifically."
"Yes, Your Majesty." The technician bowed and responded until the old emperor's figure completely disappeared at the end of the corridor.
Only then did he dare to raise his head and look at the pool of red nutrient solution, a trace of unconcealable fear flashed in his eyes.
Inside the prison area, the cold mechanical arm began to move, removing the remains of the Crypt Chief from the hibernation capsule.
Immediately afterwards, the neural conduit of the next hibernation chamber lit up, and in the light green nutrient solution, another underground elite frowned in pain, his consciousness twisted and struggling in the excruciating pain of forced stripping.
On the screen, intermittent data streams began to scroll again, recording the underground clan's basic techniques for rock excavation and the distribution of shallow mineral veins in the Gods' Plane...
Although these fragmented pieces of information were not core secrets to the old emperor, they were enough to fill the gaps in his knowledge of underground warfare.
When the memory of the last crypt elite was drained and the brain death prompt sounded again, the technician pressed the processing button indifferently.
Dozens of empty hibernation pods stood side by side, and the remaining bloodstains on the pod walls were like solidified tears, glowing strangely under the pale light.
In the void, Martin's flagship led the fleet in a wedge-shaped formation, advancing at full speed towards the direction of the Matrix Era.
The hum of the jump engine echoed among the stardust, and the golden energy shield bounced off all the meteorite fragments along the way.
"Eighth, ninth, and tenth, step out." Martin's voice reached the ears of the three golden behemoths through the mental link.
Three golden figures separated from the fleet and landed in front of the flagship.
Their manes moved without wind, and their galaxy-level pressure caused ripples in the surrounding void.
"The wizard plane and the ancient plane, the Xuanhuang world."
Martin called up the star map and pointed at three coordinates.
"The three of you will act separately. There's no need to fight too long, just create enough chaos. I want to make sure those so-called 'superior forces' are so overwhelmed that no reinforcements can reach the Matrix Era."
"Understood!" The three golden behemoths roared in unison, turned into three streams of light, and rushed in the opposite direction of the fleet.
Their goal is clear: to disrupt the rear and clear obstacles for a frontal attack.
Watching them disappear in the stardust, Martin turned his gaze back to the direction of the Matrix Era.
On the screen, the outer defense belt of the Matrix Era is slowly rotating.
"The production line for the Time Sand Mecha has just started, and the mass production quantity is insufficient. Now is the breakthrough point. If we delay any further, it will be difficult to quickly resolve the Matrix Era in a short period of time."
Martin ordered into the communicator.
"Five galaxy-level golden behemoths will break through head-on, while the other warships will flank and contain them. We must smash open the gates of the Matrix Era before their reinforcements arrive!"
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