The Fourth Scourge of Star Wars

1199: swearing

"...you broke the Sith heritage! You are just a bunch of ignorant idiots who happen to use the dark side force!" Maka Ragnos roared loudly.

"You people are stubborn, and being wiped out by the Jedi Knights once is not enough, and you put your face on it to be wiped out again. The golden age you think is just lingering on the edge of the galaxy!" Darth Malthael pointed out.

"We have restored the glory of the Sith!"

"And then I lost everything in one year!"

"We laid the foundation for the Dark Side Force!"

"Ha! You defeated the Sith people by relying on the teachings of the Jedi Knights, and then used the blood of the Sith people to perfect the force of the dark side. How much did you study yourself?"

"We have resisted the Jedi Order for millennia!"

"Then how many Jedi knights have you killed? How many planets of the Galactic Republic have you occupied? How many fleets have they destroyed? Have you seen what Coruscant looks like? Let me ask you, how many floors does Coruscant have?"

"Three... three thousand seven hundred floors!"

"Wrong! It's the 5127th floor! You don't even know what Coruscant looks like, and you are waiting to die in the outer ring pitifully. What reason do you have to call yourself a golden age!?"

"5,000 years ago, that was 3,700 floors!"

"Ah, yes, you also know that it was 5,000 years ago! Old bachelor. Do you know what the Milky Way is like now? Do you think that what you did 5,000 years ago is still useful?"

"You...you nasty little chick!"

"Then you are an old bachelor who has been huddled in the grave all his life and can't get out!"

"I'm going to take your soul out...and then..."

"Then you smoke one and I'll see! You smoke it! Believe it or not, I'll go and set a fire on your grave right now?!"

"If you have the ability, you can put one!"

"Then come and smoke my soul! Come on!"

"How dare you come over and set fire to see how I can kill you!"

"You dare to smoke my soul, I'll just tear down your house and dig out your bones to build a doghouse!!"

"Come here!"

"Come here!"

Darth-Masail and Maka-Ragnos had no image at all, crossing their hips and scolding each other. It is completely unimaginable that they alone were the great monarchs who created the golden age of the Sith Empire 5,000 years ago. The other is the powerful Sith Lord on the divided side of the galaxy.

This is simply two shrews cursing.

Moreover, Darth Masail's strength is even more powerful when he scolds the street. He is very familiar with the plot and history of "Star Wars", and now he has absorbed the soul of Kanes Moore. With this With the knowledge of the first Sith Lord 7,000 years ago, it can be said that his understanding of the ancient Sith is even inferior to Maka Ragnos.

You must know that if Kanes Moore appeared in front of Maka Ragnos, then the Sith Emperor would obediently bow his head and call his ancestors.

However, the more the two scolded, the more angry they became. From the initial theoretical dispute to the mutual slander, it turned out that Marca Ragnos was no match. Darth Malthael sneered at the fact that his Sith Empire was destroyed in a year during the hyperspace war, and there was nothing he could do.

As a result, in the end, it became the two people's unnutritive mutual personal attacks, three-character mantras, greetings to immediate family members and certain organs, ah, this is what Tang Xiao is best at.

He's not Darth Plagueis with his chin shaved off, a respirator, and a tongue that would tie in a word.

Darth Masail sat down on the seat, raised his legs, took a sip of the mint tea he had prepared earlier, pointed at Maka Ragnos's nose and cursed: "Your mother is a chicken! Daddy gave birth to flowers and willows, you think I don’t know?”

"you!"

"You peeked at women taking a bath when you were three years old..."

"I……"

"Forcing a woman to watch you take a bath at the age of four!"

Maka Ragnos was furious, "You'd better pray that you don't come to the Valley of the Dark Lord in your life! Otherwise, I'll tear you apart bit by bit from body to soul...huh?"

He suddenly seemed to feel something was wrong, and looked at Darth Malthael coldly, "You are plotting against me!"

As soon as the voice fell, he disappeared in an instant.

Darth Malthael looked at the empty front, expressionless, and drank the mint tea in the cup.

He fucked Makar Ragnos, yes, but not.

This fight was not for nothing.

After he found that Maka-Ragnos was coming, he quietly activated the power of death, wrapped his shuttle, and while swearing at the Sith Emperor, he quietly wanted to absorb the power in his soul, Put your stamp on him.

But this little trick was discovered by Marca Ragnos after all, and then he was able to directly break through the barrier of his death power and leave from the shuttle. Just from this point of view, the power possessed by Makar Ragnos's ghost is no small matter.

And unlike the time he absorbed Kanes-Moore, this time he faced the Sith kings in the Valley of the Dark Lord, he did not have the container of Celeste-Moen to limit him, and he also had Drapa The stasis chamber only detains the opponent's soul.

What should come will always come, and all of this must be faced after all.

Darth Malthael took a short rest, and then returned to the cab to control the spaceship to land in the desert of Planet Korriban.

He put a black cloak on his body, covered his face with a hood, hung his lightsaber on his waist, put on Little Clash's gauntlets, and opened the hatch.

A gust of wind mixed with yellow sand rushed towards his face, making the cloak flutter.

A blood-red sun hung in the sky, but it didn't bring much warmth, it just made people feel colder and colder.

Amidst the wind-blown dust and dust, a jagged valley could be seen ahead.

Darth Malthael stepped off the spaceship and set foot on this barren land. At his feet, a black poisonous snake with two horns on its head was twisting its body frantically to leave here.

Creatures on the planet Korriban are all impregnated with the force of the dark side, and they naturally avoid Darth Malthael, a powerhouse of the dark side.

Darth Malthael just walked one step at a time, facing the wind and sand towards the valley ahead.

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"...Your Excellency, Speaker, this is the report sent by the 8th Army. They hope to pass the motion to send additional reinforcements to the 8th Army. The current rampage of the Geth is very serious..." Deputy Speaker Mas Almeda is very Respectfully presented a piece of information to the kind-hearted old man in front of him.

Speaker of the Galactic Republic, Schiff Palpatine.

Palpatine opened the storage and directly browsed the files inside, smiled and shook his head, "Ah, my friend Governor Fan Ke is still too impatient... Although we have this plan to deal with the invasion of the geth, we are currently The main goal is to deal with the Interstellar Banking Association."

"I think he can understand what we mean. But he proposed this proposal to use another name to ask for reinforcements. In other words, his plan for the Interstellar Banking Association did not go smoothly..." Ma S-Ameida said.

Schiff Palpatine smiled slightly and pushed the memory aside, "Then we'll just..."

Sudden! The smile on his face suddenly disappeared!

"Your Excellency, Speaker?" Mas-Ameida suddenly felt that the atmosphere changed suddenly, and the surrounding air seemed to become icy cold!

"...Postponing tomorrow's meeting, just say that I am unwell." Schiff Palpatine said coldly, "I have something, I need to go out, and help me cover it up."

"However, our topic tomorrow is very important. It may be related to our northern border..."

Schiff Palpatine turned his head slowly, looking at Mas Ahmeda with his emotionless eyes, as if he was looking at a corpse! His voice was slow, low, and hoarse, as if it came from the mouth of a demon in another dimension, "I said, postpone the meeting."

Mas Ameda was sweating profusely. He fell to his knees with a thud, and said tremblingly, "Yes... yes... I will do it right away!"