"Beep, there's an encrypted program… The program has crashed and can be controlled. Confirm control?"

When Merlin heard the Matrix's voice, his heart was wild with joy. This Black Star Armor contained a control program. Although it was encrypted, maybe because it had been too long or the circuits had been ruined by the Titan Giant, the Matrix was now easily able to access and control it.

"Control the armor!"

Merlin instantly gave this command. Soon, the black armor vibrated even more fiercely. It had been so heavy that even Wizard Setoh was unable to lift it but now, it was shuddering furiously, causing the entire palace to shake as well.

"What's going on?"

Setoh could not remember how many times he had asked this today but now he had no idea what was happening. The Black Star Armor had started to vibrate without reason, and from the looks of it, Merlin had something to do with it.

"Has Merlin succeeded? Can we bring this Black Star Armor with us?"

As he thought of this, Setoh could no longer remain calm. His eyes swept across Merlin and the Black Star Armor constantly.

"Beep, preliminary control over armor is gained."

Upon receiving this update from the Matrix, Merlin instantly stepped forward and reached out.

"Swoosh."

This time, Merlin easily grabbed the Black Star Armor. It was no longer like before when it was incomparably heavy, unable to be lifted at all.

"Crack."

Suddenly, cracks appeared all over the palace for some unknown reason as if it would collapse at any time.

"Wizard Setoh, we'll leave first!"

Merlin eyed the palace and delayed no longer. He used his Spatial Ring to store the Black Star Armor. Together with Setoh and the rest, they quickly flew out of the palace.

Just as soon as they left the palace and landed on the Slothful Beast, the entire gigantic palace began to collapse instantly. Within the flying dust, there were faint flashes of red light.

"The Vestigial Tribe puppets? There's still more of them, let's go!"

After the palace had collapsed, a few mutilated puppets had appeared from unknown locations. Those empty eye sockets still flickered with terrifying red lights. They raised their hands, forming fearsome power.

"We can't escape now. Prepare for battle, everyone."

Merlin and the rest felt threatened. There were four damaged puppets in total. Each of their hands was shining with the red glow, equipped with a momentous threat.

"Allow me. Back when I was with Sir Flare Emperor, I didn't have a chance to fight the Vestigial Tribe. Let me fight them now!"

Flarite stepped forward, and clasped his hands. Instantly, a colossal fire god-demon appeared behind him.

"Roar…"

The fire god-demon seemed alive as it gave a deafening roar. The mighty shockwaves rushed toward the four damaged puppets of the Vestigial Tribe. Even the recently collapsed palace was swept by this frightening sound, turning into a scary windstorm.

"Whiz whiz whiz."

Four beams of red light aimed at the massive fire god-demon in mid-air, crashing into him with destructive power. A few holes appeared in the fire god-demon's body.

The fire god-demon's body shuddered slightly as if it was about to disperse. Flarite's face was ashen white as well. He had a profound connection with the fire god-demon and was now injured somewhat.

Nonetheless, Flarite could still withstand this. He brought both hands together, and his body flared up in terrifying flames, practically distorting space.

Space here was not any weaker than it had been in the Flare Region world. After all, this was used by the Titan Giants to trap the Black Star Warriors of the Vestigial Tribe. Naturally, it was no ordinary dimension. Therefore, although the force of Flarite's flames had been augmented to their extreme, it still could not break the space.

Still, a force like this was sufficient!

Merlin and Setoh stared at Flarite solemnly. Before this, they knew that Flarite was nearly on par with a quasi-ultimate existence who had five ultimate Maxims. He had the chance of merging with the natural order and becoming an ultimate existence.

However, Merlin had never truly seen how powerful an existence with five ultimate Maxims would be. Now he could feel a mighty pressure. Even though it could not compare to a true ultimate existence, it was enough to handle him.

At the very least, Merlin had no way to contend against Flarite for now. Five ultimate Maxims was close to a Greatest Lord. According to rumors, even ultimate existences could not handle a Greatest Lord, a powerful Lord who had six ultimate Maxims.

However, from the birth of the Spell Caster civilization until now, there had been no Lord with six ultimate Maxims. On the other hand, there had been Lords with five ultimate Maxims, and these were the three Arcane Wizards. Nevertheless, they soon decided to merge with the natural order and succeeded in doing so, becoming the Ultimate Arcane Wizards.

Therefore, it was rare to see an existence as powerful as five ultimate Maxims in action.

The gigantic fire god-demon was empowered with new strength by Flarite. Its body swelled up a size, and each wisp of flame on its body was extremely scary, even more so than Merlin's ultimate Fire-type Maxim.

Merlin previously thought that an ultimate Maxim represented the pinnacle of an Element but now he had imagined that this was somewhat arrogant. How vast was the Void Zone? How could an ultimate Maxim represent the peak of power? When he saw the light blue flames left by the Flare Emperor back then, Merlin was already swayed, for that was something one could not explain through Maxims.

As he looked at Flarite's fire god-demon, it became even more obvious to Merlin that the Spell Caster system of condensing Maxims was merely one system. It definitely could not be said to represent the pinnacle of power.

Flarite's fire god-demon instantly swung a fist, locking onto the four mutilated puppets of the Vestigial Tribe. This punch turned into flames that filled the air as they sped toward the puppets.

"Bang bang bang."

The flames crashed viciously into these puppets. Originally, if these Vestigial Tribe puppets were not so damaged, they might have the capability to threaten a Lord. However, in Flarite's eyes, who was on par with five ultimate Maxims, they were not indestructible.

Moreover, they were already damaged and were far from their most powerful state.

Thus, when the flames exploded, the four puppets were immediately blown up to chunks. There was no more movement.

The fire god-demon glanced at the surroundings that were already in ruins. Following that, it gradually faded, turning into sparks of flames that were absorbed into Flarite.

"Alright, it's settled!"

Flarite still wore a relaxed expression, as expected of a formidable existence equivalent to five ultimate Maxims, the sentinel of the Flare Region world!

"The Vestigial Tribe is impressive indeed. After such a long time, they still have puppets that survived."

Merlin felt an increasing dread toward the Vestigial Tribe. The more he understood, the more he knew to fear them. These damaged puppets still had such frightening abilities, to say nothing of the many contenders led by the Black Star Warriors in the past.

Flarite shook his head and said evenly, "These puppets had repaired themselves later on. The puppets, armors, and even warships created by the Vestigial Tribe all had the ability to self-repair. Unless they were damaged too grievously such as turned to ashes or their cores are damaged. Only then, they are truly destroyed. Otherwise, just like these puppets, they would recover bit by bit.

"We'd better leave this place quickly to prevent any more encounters with the Vestigial Tribe puppets."

Merlin continued using his Hallucinating spell to steer the Slothful Beast, gradually departing from the Giant Tribe's ancestral land.

After the Slothful Beast started flying out of the dimension, Merlin and the rest were safe for now. Setoh hesitated before finally asking, "Merlin, what about the Black Star Armor?"

It was not just Setoh but Flarite and the rest, who looked toward Merlin with shining gazes. Evidently, they attached great importance to the Black Star Armor.

Merlin drew in a deep breath. At this point, he had no choice but to retrieve the Black Star Armor from his ring.