721. Master is kind and disciple is filial.
Darth Malthael was silent. He seemed to sigh or just take a deep breath. After a long time, he turned his head and said slowly: "Do you know what I think?"
"Although I can't know your thoughts, I hope you can think about this issue carefully." Qui-Gon Jin's heroic spirit said.
"What I'm thinking is...since the destruction of the Galactic Republic is inevitable, and since a new empire will rise from the ruins of the Republic...then...hehehehehehe..." Darth Malthael said, suddenly laughing. As he stood up, his laughter got louder and louder, "Hahahahahaha! Ahhahahahahaha!"
There was a terrifying fierce light in his eyes, and under the force of the dark side, his eyes even had a touch of gold, "Then...why can't this emperor be me? Hehehehe..."
"If that's the case, what's the difference between you and Darth Sidious?" Qui-Gon Jinn didn't react much, and just asked back calmly.
Darth Malthael had already calmed down, and he said calmly: "If you don't give it a try, who knows?"
Qui-Gon Jinn looked away from Darth Malthael and looked at the bottomless cave again. "After all, I still couldn't drink the black tea from Dawn Planet for the second time."
"Want me to burn some for you?" Darth Malthael asked.
"You can burn it and give it to me?" Qui-Gon Jin was a little surprised.
"This is the custom on the Dawn Planet. As long as something is burned in front of the deceased's grave, the thing will be delivered to the deceased's hands." Das-Mathail said.
"It sounds like the living are just using this method to ease their nostalgia for the deceased...and maybe it will develop into a living sacrifice." Qui-Gon Jin said.
"Ha, that was something from the feudal era." Darth Malthael smiled.
"Where is the feudal era of Dawn Planet?" Qui-Gon Jinn asked.
Darth Malthael just smiled and said nothing.
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"You failed! Darth Malthael!" Darth Plagueis roared.
"You betrayed me! In the end, you still accomplished nothing!"
"You have no control over your power, you are just a slave to it!"
"Look at you! Who are you? Who does your will belong to?!" Plagueis's voice seemed to come from all directions.
"You are far inferior to Darth Sidious! You are not worthy to be compared with him at all!"
"You kidnapped everyone in the fourth civilization! You just did it for your own ambitions!"
"But even so, you still failed!"
"The power of the dark side! The power of death! You never really had it!"
"It's the power that chooses you! It's not that you have the power!"
"What did I see?"
"What do I feel?"
"What did I teach you?"
Everything around him seemed to be spinning, and every tree in the dense jungle seemed to begin to grow and twist, with branches and leaves falling off, and dry branches reaching toward him like claws.
Suddenly, there was a trance in front of my eyes. Where are these trees? They are clearly Darth Plagueis!
Their clothes were in rags, and the flesh on their bodies had long since rotted and stinked. They tore off their respirators, and their chinless mouths turned into pitch-black holes, bottomless!
Countless Darth Plagueis rushed forward and surrounded Darth Malthael. They tore and bit Darth Malthael's body crazily, reveling and shouting constantly.
The skin was torn, the blood was sucked, and the muscles were gnawed... The curse words were continuously passed into the mind, and even the ears were torn off, they still couldn't stop it.
Pain, endless pain, but I couldn't even move or scream, I could only open my eyes and endure it.
Opening his eyes suddenly, Darth Malthael found that he was still standing at the entrance of the cave. He found that the surroundings around him were in a mess, as if they had been swept by a tornado.
It seems that Darth Plagueis’s questions are still coming from inside the cave...
"What did I see?"
"What do I feel?"
"What did I teach you?"
"Tang Xiao! Tang Xiao! Tang Xiao!!!"
Darth Malthael suddenly seemed to have been hit hard, and was knocked to the ground by an invisible force. Then he raised his hands and strangled his neck tightly. The force became stronger and stronger, even bigger and bigger. Nosebleeds came out.
When he was about to suffocate, he finally regained control of his body and collapsed to the ground.
Qui-Gon Jin's heroic spirit floated over at some point and looked at him condescendingly, "This is the seventh time since you came here. The force of the dark side can never be said to be a gift, young man The Sith Lord. Do you think you control the power? No, the power controls you."
"Can it be solved?" Darth Malthael fell to the ground in a big shape and looked at the sky indifferently.
"Maybe, but why should I save a Sith Lord whose hands are stained with blood?" Qui-Gon Jinn asked, "Actually, I just want to see how you will die."
Darth Malthael stood up with some difficulty and rearranged his clothes, "You don't have to be pretentious, Master Qui-Gon. I know where my problem is - Darth Plagueis."
"Your master? Speaking of which, if you hadn't told me, I would never have imagined that the respected financial giant of the galaxy was actually a Sith Lord." Qui-Gon Jinn said.
"You wouldn't have thought that Chancellor Palpatine was Darth Sidious, right?" Darth Malthael said.
"So I think the fall of the Republic was not unjust. Including the Jedi Order, it may have reached its final moments." Qui-Gon Jinn shook his head and sighed.
"Like Darth Tenebrous, Darth Plagueis also manipulated me." Darth Malthael raised his hands and looked at them in front of him, "The Sith Lord doesn't I will trust anyone, even if I gave all my loyalty and even everything on the Dawn Planet to him, he still left me with the last resort."
"Oh, you Sith Lords are really passed down from generation to generation. I mean, in every sense...the apprentice kills the master, and the master plots against the apprentice... Why don't you think about it, Darth Lilim will be here When will I kill you?" Qui-Gon Jinn mocked.
"I must thank the planet Dagobah. It's not that this planet is special. Maybe I'm still in the dark and don't know that Darth Plagueis left me a gift. However, this is not It's not the key, the key is..." Darth Malthael ignored Qui-Gon Jinn's ridicule, looked at the cave again, and murmured to himself, "What did he see? What did he feel? What did he teach? What did you do to me?"
