The Fourth Scourge of Star Wars

1201. Kingdom of the Dead (Part 2)

Darth Malthael's eyes just swept across the stone tablet, and he saw wisps of light blue smoke rising from the countless faces on the stone tablet, condensing in the air without dispersing, like fish swimming Like wandering in mid-air.

He crossed the stone tablet, came to the front stairs, and went up step by step. Every time he stepped on a step, there seemed to be a dull knock in the surrounding space. Every knock made the surrounding air more and more cold...

Countless skeletons gathered in the entrance hall, but they didn't dare to step on the steps, they just stood there quietly, watching Darth Malthael with empty eye sockets.

Countless ghosts floated in the air, and they also did not dare to go to where the stairs were, as if there was an invisible wall there.

Because they dare not.

Because, stepping on this level of stairs can be regarded as truly entering the scope of the pyramid. And under the stairs, it was just the same height as the two kneeling slaves at the door, carrying the pyramid on their shoulders!

Only when you walk up the stairs can you be regarded as an official Sith, and under the Sith, everyone is a slave!

Since the establishment of Sith Academy 4,000 years ago, countless people have come in pursuit of power and knowledge. They are just like the two statues of slaves at the door, just one of the mortal beings.

They tried their best to climb up and get admission to Sith Academy.

But easier said than done!

An official Sith would never look these people in the eye, they just had fun with it. They indulged these apprentices to kill each other, watched them plot and plot, watched countless people fight for an entrance qualification certificate...

And those apprentices also try their best to plot, kill, and fight. Only in this way can they be recognized by the Sith, step on this ladder, and become the bottom, but also an official Sith!

Almost every entrance qualification certificate means the death of thousands of people!

But this is only the beginning!

After becoming a Sith, every step you take, you have to step down countless people, even your former mentor!

The pyramid-shaped Sith Academy means that when you reach the peak, you will be alone...

One Sith!

This is Sith!

Darth Malthael finished walking this section of stairs and came to the main hall of Sith Academy. He walked to the edge of the collapsed railing and looked down at the countless skeletons and ghosts with a blank expression on his face.

And the countless skeletons and ghosts also slowly turned their heads, always staring in his direction.

The Sith Academy has been empty for a long time. It is impossible to find any Sith classics and materials here. There are only endless yellow sand and endless dead souls...

Darth Malthael didn't come here to get anything, he came here just to...

conquer!

for……

die! !

Sith worship death!

And Darth Malthael, who possesses the power of death, will complete his ritual here!

The rite of conquest, the rite of death!

He will be here, conquering death!

Darth Malthael raised one hand, with the palm facing upwards, the incomparably powerful force of the dark side and the force of death condensed in his hand, and the power became stronger and stronger, even some weaker bones and ghosts could not bear it. The aftermath of this force was directly washed away and turned into dust...

But these dusts did not dissipate, but were sucked into the hands of Darth Malthael and became part of his power!

With the gathering of power, Darth Malthael finally spoke...

He said, in the oldest Sith language, "Ye, come for power and knowledge...you, die for power and knowledge...and even after death, you linger here for power and knowledge, you , still longing for power, longing for knowledge..."

Slightly~~Slightly~~Slightly~~Slightly~~

The dry upper and lower jaws of the countless skeletons kept colliding, making a rattling sound, as if they wanted to say something, but they couldn't say anything.

The power in Darth Malthael's hands grew stronger and stronger. The powerful force even formed a beam of light, which shot straight into the sky through the hole in the center of the Sith Academy pyramid!

The beam of light dispersed the dust, the clouds, the storm, and reached the sky!

"And I am here to wake you up, I will give you another chance to seek power, to seek knowledge! To seek, me!"

After finishing speaking, he flipped his palm violently, and the power gathered in his hand spread instantly!

Those bones suddenly writhed crazily, they were no longer dull and stiff as before, but now they showed terrifying madness under Darth Malthael's power!

"Come! Come to me! Follow my footsteps! Break the prison! Seek my power! Seek my knowledge! Seek my existence!! Then, follow me!" Darth Malthael His voice became louder and his expression became more and more ferocious.

All I saw were countless skeletons moving wildly, and they began to swarm towards the stairs!

The ghosts in mid-air also fell into madness. They let out a silent roar and rushed straight towards Darth Malthael, and then were blocked by invisible forces, but they didn't mean to stop at all, they kept rushing! Constant roaring!

After Darth Malthael released his power, he turned around and continued to walk up the stairs step by step.

And behind him, countless skeleton ghosts swarmed over! Under the action of the power of death, even the entire valley where the Sith Academy is located fell into a terrible dead zone. Countless dead crawled out from the ground, and they followed in the footsteps of Darth Malthael, crazily Rush towards the pyramids of the Sith Academy!

Inside the pyramid, the stairs in the hall on the first floor could no longer accommodate more and more skeleton ghosts, but there were still more dead people rushing forward one after another. In the end, they were stacked one on top of the other, and the dead who came from behind stepped on the ones in front and kept climbing up.

Those dead who were crushed below could not move, but still issued a soundless cry from their rotting and hollow mouths, and countless pairs of dry and rotting arms stretched out in the direction of Darth Malthael, as if to cross the space to send him catch!

Darth Malthael went up step by step, and there were more and more dead behind him, and countless corpses piled up into a terrible mountain of corpses, climbing higher and higher along the stairs inside the Sith Academy, Higher and higher!

The entire Sith Academy has become a world of the dead, a sea of ​​the dead... This is indeed a kingdom of the dead! Here, there is only death!

Darth Malthael went up step by step, and the strong dark side force that shrouded the Sith Academy gradually mixed with his death force and merged into one!

The countless dead are gradually engulfing the holy land of the Sith Empire.

And Darth Malthael himself was under terrible pressure! If he has little slack, the one who will be swallowed up will be himself!