One month later, Rota Star received distressing news—General Wang Hu, dispatched by them, and General Paris, stationed at the Milky Way Crossing, had both fallen in battle!

The Milky Way Crossing had fallen into the hands of the Red Alert Empire, an organization that now controlled nearly one-fifth of the Empire's star territories. They posed the greatest threat to the Empire and were elevated to the Empire's top priority.

All other rebel factions were temporarily sidelined; the Red Alert Empire had to be dealt with, or Rota Empire itself would be in grave danger!

At this point, Rota Star had been relocated to a completely new Small Galaxy. They were in the process of fortifying this region to prevent any further overflow from the Milky Way.

The Milky Way had always been tranquil, and such a situation had never arisen before, taking them completely off guard.

Given enough time, even if the Milky Way overflowed, they would easily be able to block it without suffering the same humiliation as before.

Rota Star, as the Imperial Star of the Rota Empire, was a planet comparable in size to the sun. It was inhabited by many high-ranking nobles. Even a single residence here was fiercely coveted by outsiders.

Entering the Empire not only ensured safety but also provided the best benefits among the Empire's regions. An ordinary person here, with these benefits, could become a Tier-Five Transcendent in a short time. What came next depended on their individual contributions.

The Emperor's palace on Rota Star was the most extravagant architectural complex, covering an area equivalent to that of a medium-sized country on Earth. It was truly astonishing.

A young man, dressed in a golden robe, sat on a lofty throne, wearing a lazy expression as if nothing could pique his interest. His handsome face bore an air of boredom.

"Can anyone bring me something interesting to hear?" he inquired.

A group of ministers glanced at each other, and finally, an elderly man stepped forward.

"Your Majesty, when it comes to amusing anecdotes, there might not be any, but there are many matters concerning warfare."

"Hmm, it's always about warfare, warfare. Isn't that Marshal's concern? Why do they keep bothering me?" The youth seemed quite impatient.

The old man sighed, "Without Your Majesty's orders, Marshal dare not dispatch troops without permission."

In the Empire, the Emperor's command was supreme, and without his consent, if Marshal wanted to send troops, it would be a grave offense, punishable by execution.

"It's truly troublesome. What more about warfare?"

"Recently, a force called the Red Alert Empire has emerged within the Empire. They've risen swiftly, gaining control of one-fifth of the Empire's star territories in a short time. Not long ago, they even captured the Milky Way Crossing. Generals Wang Hu and Paris have fallen in battle, and more than ten warships have been destroyed, with an uncountable number of soldiers killed."

"Oh, so there's such a force in my Empire?" The youth displayed a keen interest.

Since ascending to the throne, he had been quite bored due to the lack of major issues in the Empire. Little did he expect that after the overflow in the Milky Way, so many rebel factions would suddenly emerge, making things intriguing.

"Yes, Your Majesty. This force calls itself the Empire, which is a direct challenge to the Rota Empire. We absolutely cannot tolerate this. The deaths of two Generals indicate that the enemy possesses Powerhouses of the same level, and it's possible they may have strength on par with or even surpassing that of Marshal!" The old man's expression grew serious.

The youth's expression mirrored the gravity of the situation. If there were Powerhouses of potentially equal standing with Marshal, he had to take this seriously.

"Summon Marshal immediately."

Before long, a heavily armored, massive man walked in, and he said, "Greetings, Your Majesty."

"Marshal, no need for formalities. According to the intelligence, this force known as the Red Alert Empire appears to possess Powerhouses not inferior to your own. What is your assessment?" The Marshal stood there, his expression unchanged, and replied, "Your Majesty, no matter who the enemy is, as long as they are not a Constellation-level Powerhouse, no one is my match!"

Facing such a self-assured statement from the Marshal, no one in the room raised any objections. After all, he had earned his position as the Empire's Marshal through his own strength, a position that allowed him to quell an entire Empire.

To become Marshal, having the strength of a Ninth-Tier Large Galaxy was a prerequisite.

"Very well, then..." just as the young ruler was about to order the Marshal to set out, the elderly advisor who had spoken earlier interjected, "Your Majesty, the Marshal needs to stay and guard Rota Star. If another Milky Way overflow occurs, only the Marshal can handle it. He cannot leave easily."

The young ruler pondered for a moment and realized that there was some merit in this argument. After all, there was only one Ninth-Tier Large Galaxy Powerhouse, and if he left, his own safety would be compromised.

Seeing the ruler's concern, the advisor smiled and made a suggestion, "Your Majesty, the Empire Laboratory has recently made a breakthrough in spatial technology."

"Really?" The young ruler's eyes lit up.

Spatial technology was a highly advanced field, and even the Rota Empire didn't dare to claim they were at the forefront. Each breakthrough in this area would bring significant advantages to the Empire.

The young ruler quickly led a group of people to the Empire Laboratory. While it was called a laboratory, it was, in reality, a vast area situated in a remote part of Rota Star.

"Greetings, Your Majesty," a disheveled old man rushed out from inside.

"No need for pleasantries. Take me to see your research findings," the ruler said, waving his hand.

"Please follow me," the old man said readily. He led the ruler and a select few into the laboratory. This was the Empire's top-secret facility, and not just anyone was allowed inside.

Inside the laboratory, many people were studying a spherical object. According to the old man, this sphere had been created using spatial technology.

"Your Majesty, allow me to introduce our latest research achievement. We've managed to create a special space using machines. It can trap enemies inside, and depending on the amount of energy supplied, it can reinforce the space to withstand attacks even from Ninth-Tier Large Galaxy Powerhouses!"

Hearing this, the Marshal became intrigued and said, "Really? Let me try it."

The Marshal flew directly into the space without any hindrance, but once inside, he couldn't get out by merely reaching out. He then delivered a full-powered punch to the space. The space trembled violently before stabilizing.

In the ruler's eyes, this was a potent method for immobilizing foes. Even the Marshal couldn't break free, so who in the Empire could escape it?

However, as the Marshal unleashed his true strength, cracks appeared in the space. The old man shouted anxiously, "Marshal, that's enough! If you keep going, the space will shatter."

He operated the machine a few times, and the Marshal was able to exit the space directly.

But the recent display had made those around them aware that the Marshal's strength had surpassed that of an ordinary Ninth-Tier Large Galaxy Powerhouse!

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