1276. Gain and loss
Darth Malthael stood up from the stasis chamber. Without the restraint of this artifact, which was also made by Sith alchemy, the terrifying force of death spread instantly.
The originally white condensed mist was quickly dyed black by this powerful force, and it did not disperse. Instead, it became more and more, spreading toward the distance!
A group of workers were finishing their day's work. They returned to the locker room, took off their protective clothing, put on their usual casual clothes, and lined up to clock in at the time clock machine nearby.
Even though the planet Rendili is falling into chaos and violence, many places are still carrying out their work in an orderly manner, such as this small and inconspicuous industrial area. Not many people work here, and what their factory produces is unremarkable—a small industrial welding gun specially mounted on a maintenance robot.
These workers walked together in twos and threes, discussing whether to go for a drink somewhere, discussing the recent situation on the planet Rendili, and whether the battle between the superior men would affect their salary payment this month.
But they were unaware that death had already arrived.
The black fog rolled silently under their feet, and the surrounding lights suddenly flickered violently, and then they all exploded with bang bang bang! The surrounding ground instantly turned black and withered! The wooden seats rotted into slag within seconds!
But the workers seemed unaware of such a drastic change. They just stood motionless, their bodies swaying slightly.
Suddenly, one of the workers raised his head and let out a terrible roar! All I could see was that all the flesh on his body was rotten and withered, like a mummy that had been dead for many years! The withered and cloudy eyes are full of animalistic ferocity!
They have been turned into undead creatures by this overflowing death force!
Darth Malthael raised his hands and looked at them, and he found that his body was gradually drying up again. Although it's not as good as the skeleton he looked like when he just completed the ceremony on the planet Korriban, it can basically be said to be skinny and skinny.
He knew that although he had merged his dark side force and the power of death into the force of death through that dark ritual, he was still short of the last step - to be enthroned and crowned in the Dark Lord Canyon and become an immortal. King of!
Although he now possesses extremely powerful power, as long as he is willing, he can quickly turn an entire city into a sea of undead. But this power has not yet completely surrendered to him, and it has not yet completely reached the level of freedom of movement.
"The last step..." Darth Malthael's voice was low and cold, and he slowly read out two names, "Darth Sidious... Marka Ragnos... stand in my way. What is before us can only end in destruction..."
He took a deep breath and let it out, filling the space with the rich force of death.
Now is not the time... After the last ceremony was interrupted, Darth Sidious must have been staring at the planet Korriban, and now, it is not yet time to fight him head-on.
Chance...one more time...
Order 66.
Darth Malthael picked up a communicator and connected to Cunte's frequency band.
"When you see calls coming from this frequency band, does that mean you're going to flip the table? Lord Governor." Murate's plain voice came from the other end of the communication.
"I just came to make sure you are still alive." Darth Malthael said.
"According to your request, after I placed the stasis capsule here, it never appeared within 10 kilometers of the surrounding area..." After Cunt said this, he paused for a long time, and then said: "Then It is a factory with not many people, and there is a small spaceport not far away. You should be able to arrive in the shortest time without... affecting too many people... I have tried my best..."
Darth Malthael listened expressionlessly, saying nothing.
Cunt was still talking nonchalantly there, and he didn’t know whether he was talking to himself or to Malthael, “But at this time... it’s when those workers are getting off work.
? But I couldn’t find a place with fewer people. Some places are too far from the spaceport. But...haha...I understand, everything is for the fourth civilization. We must occupy the planet Rendili, we must...must..."
"Thank you, Murte." Darth Malthael interrupted.
The other end of the communication suddenly fell into deathly silence.
"Goodbye," Darth Malthael said again.
There is still silence over there.
Darth Malthael took another deep breath, shook his head, and crushed the communicator.
Those three words were still not uttered in the end, but he knew that he owed Cunte these three words.
Kidnapping, coercion, blackmail, and assassination, this is what Cunte helped him do during this period. The village special is versatile and can eat anywhere. Because of this, he can quickly cooperate with the first replaced mayor of Daman to complete a series of replacement and brainwashing tasks.
But these things violate Cunte's principles of life.
Darth Malthael has long understood that those on the mothership do not have the so-called absolute loyalty like a stamp of thought. To use these people for his own purposes, what he needs to rely on is not a golden finger of the system, but his own goals, his own actions, his own interests, and his own authority.
He must use everything he has to win over these top talent pools in the entire galaxy.
Although he used the sleep suggestion method from the beginning, this was a shallow suggestion after all, and for those with tough minds, it could not really influence their thoughts.
This is why Darth Malthael is now very cautious about awakening characters above the legendary level.
The reason why Cunte is willing to help him until now is not because of his power, nor because of his strength. It was the friendship that the two established after being awakened and going through life and death together.
But now, no more.
The fourth civilization is constantly advancing, and it has gained more and more strength, a more and more noble status, and more and more power, but at the same time, it has also continued to lose something...
Crash~~~~The powder from the communicator slipped from Darth Malthael's fingertips. He shook his hand and stepped forward, bringing with him the billowing black mist, as if death was coming.
Go forward, until the end of the universe...
Darth Malthael, wearing a black cloak, stepped forward step by step in the black mist. With every step he took, the black mist would continue to spread, and all living things in his path would wither, whether they were human beings or Everything was instantly transformed into undead spirits!
And such terrifying power is actually only a small part of the uncontrollable spillover between his breaths!
A moment later, in a spaceport that had completely turned into an undead ghost, a shuttle produced by Lundilli took off into the sky.
But the spacecraft did not fly into space. On the contrary, it flew in the same direction as the planet.
Planetary Shield Control Center!
That's right, Master Yoda is having a lively fight with Arden-Lin on the planetary defense fleet. There is no need to disturb them. Why not take this opportunity to do something more meaningful?
