The Fourth Scourge of Star Wars

1202. King of the Undead (Part 1)

The number of corpses and ghosts gathered in the Sith Academy has reached tens of thousands, and more corpses are constantly crawling out of the yellow sand!

Darth Malthael didn't look sideways, he just walked along the stairs step by step. One floor, two floors, three floors...

But every step he takes now, overflows with the incomparably rich force of the dark side and the power of death. The terrifying power even makes black footprints form everywhere he steps, and there are traces of black smoke emitting from it. come out.

Strong power is not a good thing at this moment, because it means that the power may get out of control and may backfire.

It was a ritual, a ritual of darkness and death.

He controls these undead, and these undead also affect him. At this moment, it seemed that there were countless people whispering, cursing, and cursing in his ears. If he was not careful, he would be submerged in the countless negative emotions brought by these countless undead, and become a lunatic.

However, this ritual is what Darth Malthael must complete!

Because from the time he worshiped Darth Plagueis as his teacher, in the training he received, the force of the dark side and the force of death have never been fully integrated. After all, the power of death has an unknown origin, and it is his own. Darth Plagueis has no knowledge of it, so he just handed over what he has learned to Darth Malthael, and let him Go train yourself.

However, the result of this is that Darth Malthael usually uses the force of the dark side when fighting, and only uses the power of death when needed. The two are intertwined, but they fail to blend with each other. .

Darth Malthael had practiced and tried a lot, but he couldn't really combine the two forces into one. And when he went to the planet Dagobah to challenge himself, he realized what he lacked.

That time, he understood what Darth Plagueis saw when he bestowed him the title of Sith—he saw Tang Xiao.

And that same time, he understood what he should do.

He finally understood that in order to explore the deeper truth, he must first do one thing——

Become Marthael!

Angel of death, angel of wisdom!

The power of wisdom has not been found at all, what he has to do now is - to control death.

For this reason, what Darth Malthael lacked was a mark of his own!

King's mark!

Once he puts this mark on himself, then he will become...

King of the undead, Angel of Death!

Only then will the power of death truly become his power.

In this galaxy, there is no place that can compare to Korriban, which is full of darkness and death!

Not only because the planet Korriban has been destroyed and reborn several times, but also because it was once the holy land of Sith! And the Sith, worship death!

Countless Sith kings were buried here. From the moment these Sith kings died, they also embraced death, became a part of the Sith way, and became a part of death.

For them, this is a kind of sublimation.

Here is Korriban, the holy place of Sith, the holy place of death!

Darth Malthael is about to ascend the throne on the planet Korriban!

When he has conquered everything here, he will truly become Malthael's half-angel of death, and from that moment on, he will become a demigod.

However, to think of the Valley of the Dark Lord and challenge the countless dead Sith kings, the current Darth Malthael simply cannot do it. He must proceed step by step, and here at Sith Academy, embark on his own path to becoming a king.

He summoned countless undead, let these undead follow his footsteps, and at the same time, let these undead break through their former shackles-the natural moat between slaves and Sith, that is, the division between the lower and upper levels of Sith Academy boundaries.

Those dead people didn't dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool, and they didn't even dare to set foot on the stairs leading to the upper floor, but under the control of Darth Malthael, they broke through this step and rushed up the stairs!

At the same time, it also broke the barrier between Sith and slaves!

From that moment on, he was fighting against the tradition of Sith, and in the entire Sith Academy, against the will left by countless Siths in the past!

What he walked was never the way of Sith...

What he walked was the way of darkness, the way of death!

And when he reached his peak, he was the way of the Sith!

On this point at least, he lives up to the teachings of Darth Plagueis.

Like Darth Plagueis, who deviates from the tradition and wants to explain the Force in a scientific way, Darth Malthael also wants to go out of his own way!

And this path is more difficult than he imagined, because only when he truly becomes Marthael can he see and set foot on his final path, which is truly his own.

Break through the fog and control your destiny...it's not easy...

Darth Malthael is still moving forward step by step. He not only has to fight against the dark side force of the entire Sith Academy, but also against the mental pressure brought to him by the countless dead.

At this moment, the dry and decayed arm of the corpse closest to him was less than one meter away from his ankle!

As long as he stomps his feet, he will be caught by countless dead. Those who are thirsty for his power and knowledge will tear him apart, including his body and soul, and then take his pieces to wander forever in Korriban. In the desert.

However, with every step forward by Darth Malthael, the pressure from the Sith Academy will increase!

Can't allow it! The will of the Sith cannot allow this class breaking behavior!

Darth Malthael was already struggling. He even pulled out his own lightsaber, surrounded by countless black wraiths, using the power of the lightsaber to activate his own dark side force, resisting the will of the Sith. pressure.

During this process, the power of death and the force of the dark side were constantly compressed and fused in his body, and gradually became his own power—the force of death!

Darth Malthael didn't say a word, but the expression on his face became more ferocious. He has reached his limit now, but there are still ten steps to the top!

There is no retreat, only forward, or, death!

No, in this case, death is all a kindness! If he fails, what awaits him will be eternal torture!

first level!

As Darth Malthael took that step, his body began to change dramatically.

He began to age rapidly, at fifty, sixty, seventy...

move on! Second level, third level, fourth level...

As he stepped forward step by step, Darth Malthael's skin began to shrivel at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the moisture had also been drawn away.

Seventh, eighth, ninth...

Darth Malthael's body has completely collapsed, and his current appearance is a skeleton wrapped in a layer of skin!

And at this moment, the Sith Academy has become a sea of ​​the dead!

Hundreds of thousands of dead people have completely filled the metal pyramid, squeezing each other along the steps, layer upon layer, standing on top of other dead people where they didn't set foot.

In the end, it became a pyramid of the dead!

Countless hands desperately reached out to Darth Malthael, trying to grab him.

The last few corpses stretched out their withered hands, reaching Darth Malthael's calf! So this hand grabbed it hard!

At the same time, Darth Malthael took the last step!