"Then let me change the subject." Darth Malthael groped inside his cloak, "Should you follow me yourself, or should I chop off your head and take it away in my pocket?"

After saying that, he directly threw a metal collar out of his cloak. This was the collar that the protoss used to imprison the Grisk prisoners before.

Gixtus was obviously irritated, but he still suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice: "You should know that there is still a lot of room for maneuver between the Dawn Principality and the Grisk Hegemony, even now.

, even a space for collaboration.”

Darth Malthael sighed, "You don't seem to be aware of the current situation, Grisk. I am standing here, which means you have lost. What is left to discuss is how you stand under my feet.

Praying for death... and death is a luxury item that, generally speaking, I am not willing to give away easily."

Gixtus looked as usual. He obviously controlled his emotions very well, especially in front of the Duke of Dawn. As the senior coordinator of Grisk's hegemony, he couldn't lose his dignity.

He said: "You have also seen that this fleet is just a miscellaneous army, far from the real power of the Grisk Hegemony. The Overlord already knows what is happening here, and he is unwilling to confront the Principality of Dawn, but the same

, this does not mean that we will be afraid of you. And this is my last... warning to you."

(End of chapter)
Chapter completed!