963. Choose.
Count Dooku stood there for a long time. This time, the instructions given to him by Darth Sidious were unacceptable to him.
He knew the serious consequences of killing Tang Xiao in this situation, and it might immediately cause the Federation of Independent Systems to fall apart.
Sidious didn't give him a solution to the problem, but instead let him make it worse.
At this time, Count Dooku suddenly felt something. With a wave of his hand, the door button was pressed. The secret room door opened, and a person stood at the door.
It was Tang Xiao!
Count Dooku clenched his fist fiercely, suppressed the urge to cut Tang Xiao into two pieces now, and asked coldly: "Do you have anything to say? Your Majesty the Governor."
Tang Xiao had no expression on his face. He turned over his hand and took out a black communicator and said, "I have contacted Lord Angel of Death just now. He... wants to talk to you."
"The Angel of Death..." Count Dooku paused, raised his hand, and the communicator in Tang Xiao's hand flew into his hand. Then he glanced at Tang Xiao again, "Do you want to participate? This conversation .”
Tang Xiao smiled slightly, turned around and left, without any intention of staying.
Count Dooku returned to his secret conference room and connected the communication.
A figure also wearing a black cloak, with a sinister air, and even more of a death aura than Darth Sidious appeared in the holographic projection.
"Long time no see, Count Dooku. How have you been lately?" Darth Malthael's gloomy but somewhat joking words came through. It was obvious that he was using a Force mask, and it was impossible to tell whether it was his tone or his face. .
How could Count Dooku be in a good mood? He snorted coldly and said: "I have already said that the grievances between you Sith Lords of the previous generation should not affect me! Let alone the Confederation of Independent Systems!"
Darth Malthael looked a little surprised, "What are you talking about, Count Dooku, I am saving you, don't you know?"
"I don't feel this way at all! I just discovered your secret methods! Do you think you can shake my position by winning over people like Thornhill? Dream!" Count Dooku said sternly.
"Oh, hehehehe... Count Dooku." Darth Malthael mocked, "I did this because I was worried that after you foolishly lost your life, you ruined the whole process from the beginning of Separatism to the Confederation of Independent Systems. It’s just more than ten years of hard work.”
"This is impossible!" Count Dooku said.
Darth Malthael sighed, "Do you really think I don't know anything? You are wrong. I know all about your and Darth Sidious's plans. So I have been reminding you to win. , to win. Otherwise, you will be giving your life to others to control, but what about you?"
"What on earth do you know?" Count Dooku began to have some bad premonitions.
"Sheev Palpatine is my master, promoted by Darth Plagueis. Naturally, I know everything about him. Likewise, I am also involved in your plan to subvert the Galactic Republic. Naturally , I also know everything." Darth Malthael said, "But do you know? There is a big gap between Darth Plagueis's plan and Darth Sidious's plan. .”
Count Dooku's face was gloomy.
"Plagues's plan is more modest. He wants to slowly shake the foundations of the Galactic Republic and the Jedi Order, and then gradually replace them. In this plan, his role is that of co-speaker and then head of state. But Sidious’s plan is more radical, and what he wants...is the emperor," Darth Malthael said.
He looked at Count Dooku's expression and said, "As I asked Tang Xiao to tell you, the master of Anakin Skywalker, the chosen son, cannot be you, it can only be Darth Si Deus himself. According to Darth Bane's rule of two, the Sith Lord has always had one master and one apprentice. What kind of apprentice is better than the Chosen One? And what kind of master is better than the Chosen One? Which Darth Sidious is more suitable? In this plan, you... are redundant."
The corners of Darth Malthael's mouth turned up slightly, "Look, as a disciple, you are too old and your reputation is too high. As a master, you are too weak. Your understanding of the dark side is not even as good as Sidi's. One-tenth of Erth. How do you get the qualifications to be a Sith Lord?"
"Such confusing words are meaningless." Count Dooku calmed down, "Tell me your purpose straightforwardly."
"For me, the biggest difference between Darth Sidious and me is... for me, it's best for you to be alive." Darth Malthael said, "Because in this entire galaxy Among them, only the Confederation of Independent Systems can compete with the Galactic Republic."
"That's exactly what we're doing now," Count Dooku said.
Darth Malthael shook his head, "No, the difference is too big. According to your and Darth Sidious's plan, at the end of the war, the Trade Federation and the Interstellar Banking Association will suddenly withdraw from the war. , and even shut down all the robots. In this way, this seemingly protracted war will end in a short time..."
"Then, Newt Gunray, Thorn Hill and others will be assassinated, and then taking this opportunity, their super companies will be divided, acquired, and swallowed up by the existing super companies in the Republic, and finally... become Larger industrial oligarchs. With the support of these industrial oligarchs, Darth Sidious will establish a powerful galactic republic." Darth Malthael said, "Presumably, he is following this Whatever you want."
"It seems like you do know a lot."
"In this plan, the Confederation of Independent Systems is a temporarily sharpened sword. After cutting a few wounds on the Galactic Republic, it has completed its historical mission and can be thrown away. Therefore, what will happen to the Confederation of Independent Systems? It doesn't matter." Darth Malthael continued, "Darth Sidious will let you kill Mina Bonteri, even kill Tang Xiao, and then create a terrorist attack on Coruscant. Why? "Bayi Chinese website
He smiled coldly, "Because this is the simplest and crudest way to continue the war, and you don't have to worry about the serious political consequences of doing so - the Confederacy will only live for a year or two anyway, right? But are you Have you ever thought about it, after the Confederacy of Independent Systems is destroyed...what about you?"
Count Dooku's expression began to turn serious.
"If the Confederacy is still there, you will still have value. If the Confederacy is gone...you will be nothing. Then, even if I kill you, so what? I can even put all the blame on you, anyway... ...You are dead." Every word Darth Malthael pierced deeply into Count Dooku's heart.
"What do you want? Do you want me to deal with Darth Sidious for you?" Count Dooku finally asked.
In Darth Malthael's view, this sentence represented that there was finally a gap in Count Dooku's defense line.
He smiled slightly and raised two fingers. "As always, what I do is give the other party the right to choose. So...make a choice?"
"What choice?"
Darth Malthael showed a bright smile, and truly showed it to Count Dooku through the Force mask, "A win-win choice...to make the Confederacy of Independent Systems a long-term, powerful The government will run it. All your political ideals can actually be realized through the Confederation of Independent Systems, and I will do my best to deal with Darth Sidious..."
He waved his hand, "In the end, you gained a powerful Confederacy, and I gained the body of Darth Sidious. It's the best of both worlds, isn't it?"
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
