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Amira Star.

At this time, this place has become a fallen planet.

In the vast galaxy, fall means the loss of the most basic autonomy. This planet, once full of vitality and vigor, is now like a cage shrouded in darkness.

The surviving races on the planet struggled to survive under the iron hoof of the conquerors, became slaves of another race, and were forced to work for them. The entire planet became a colony of the conquerors. Amira is such a planet full of sadness and despair.

Although the once-dreaded Temple Fleet has disappeared, the interstellar pirate groups are like tenacious weeds, and some still remain in the world.

They roam the dark corners of the universe like a pack of greedy jackals, always looking for prey to plunder.

When they learned that the Kakaner galaxy had undergone tremendous changes, those interstellar bandit groups knew that if they returned, they would be in great danger, so they turned their attention to these fallen planets, attempting to act tyrannically here and continue their evil deeds.

Feltus, the leader of the Sky King Fleet, is one of these interstellar pirates.

He was a lizardman who should have fought alongside his people to protect his home and tribe, but he was blinded by greed and betrayed his people.

He had an almost crazy desire for the Scepter of Amobar. In his opinion, the scepter symbolized supreme power and endless wealth. As long as he got it, he would be able to dominate this universe full of the law of the jungle.

Therefore, he brought his Sky King Fleet to the planet Amira, enslaved his own people, and drove them around this planet full of suffering, like headless flies, searching for the whereabouts of the Scepter of Amobar.

There was no mercy in his heart, and his eyes only focused on the mysterious scepter, as if he could sacrifice everything for it.

On the flagship.

"Chief, the latest military intelligence report has arrived." A subordinate approached Feltes cautiously, with a hint of nervousness in his voice, as if he was afraid of angering this moody chief.

"Speak." Feltes sat on his magnificent throne, his cold eyes sweeping over his subordinates. That look was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, making people shudder.

"The Kakaner galaxy has been occupied by the Pudakaner galaxy. Except for the Black Rock galaxy, all other galaxies have fallen." The subordinates did not dare to be negligent and reported the military intelligence quickly.

"Then what else will they do?" Feltes frowned. He was even more afraid that the fleet of the Pudakanal galaxy would completely liquidate these interstellar bandit groups outside after unifying the galaxy.

His body unconsciously leaned forward slightly, his hands tightly grasping the armrests of the throne, his sharp nails scratching marks on the armrests.

"No, except for the remaining fleet, they have returned to the Pudakanal system." The subordinate replied quickly.

"Ah That's good."

After hearing this, Feltes' originally tense body relaxed a little.

He leaned back on the throne, a hint of luck flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a greedy look.

"Chief." Seeing that the leader's mood had eased a little, the subordinate mustered up the courage to speak again.

"What's the matter?" Feltes asked impatiently.

"Here is also the latest report on Planet Amira."

"Speak." Feltes snorted.

"Yes, the slaves of Amira have still not found the Scepter of Amobar." The subordinate said tremblingly.

"These rubbish." Feltes was furious when he heard it. He stood up angrily and kicked over the table in front of him.

Various items on the table were scattered all over the floor, making a chaotic noise.

"I gave them so much time, and they still got nothing!"

His voice echoed in the flagship's cabin, filled with anger and dissatisfaction.

"However, we have basically locked the direction." The subordinate hurriedly added, trying to calm the leader's anger.

"What direction?"

Feltes' eyes lit up, his anger was instantly extinguished by the news, and was replaced by an irrepressible excitement.

"In the southern part of Planet Amira, there is an ancient ruin.

"According to our detection, there is a powerful energy fluctuation there, very similar to the energy characteristics of Amobar's Scepter." The subordinate explained in detail.

"Hmph, what are you waiting for? Send someone to search there immediately!" Feltes couldn't wait to give the order.

"Yes."

So, not long after, a group of enslaved Lizardmen were driven towards the ancient ruins in the south of Amira.

They were wearing heavy shackles, staggering, and their eyes were full of despair.

Feltes sat on the aircraft, leading his men to escort behind.

When they arrived at the ruins, it was a dilapidated and mysterious place.

The huge stone pillars are leaning to one side and the walls are covered with ancient and difficult to decipher runes.

Ignoring the possible dangers here, Feltes ordered the slaves to go in and search immediately.

The slaves entered the ruins cautiously, groping their way through the dark passages.

Suddenly, a trap was triggered and a laser shot out from the wall, instantly piercing a lizardman slave.

He screamed and fell to the ground, his body smoking.

"Keep moving forward! If anyone triggers the trap again, throw him in to fill the pit!" Feltes shouted coldly.

The slaves continued to move forward in fear. In a hall, they found a huge stone platform with a box emitting faint light on it.

"Could the Scepter of Amobar be inside?" Feltes rushed forward excitedly.

Just as he reached for the box, another trap was triggered.

Countless spikes emerged from the ground and ceiling and stabbed at them.

Several slaves were unable to dodge and were pierced by the spikes, letting out painful howls.

Feltes ignored it, blocking some of the spikes with his own weapon and forcing the box open.

However, there was no Scepter of Amobar in the box, only a crystal emitting blue light.

"Damn it! You useless bastards, you must not have searched properly!"

Feltes angrily threw the box at the slaves and shouted at his men, "Turn this place upside down and find the Scepter of Amobar!"

"Yes!"

Under his orders, his men began to wreak havoc in the ruins. They smashed the stone pillars, dug the ground, and left no corner untouched.

The slaves continued their search in fear and exhaustion, and any slackness would result in a beating.

The entire ruins were filled with the breath of death and despair, but Feltes was still immersed in his crazy pursuit of the Scepter of Amobar.