The Fourth Scourge of Star Wars

1276、Getting and Losing

Darth Malthael stood up from the stasis chamber, lost the restraint of this artifact that was also made by Sith alchemy, and the terrible death force spread instantly.

The originally white condensed mist was quickly dyed black by this powerful force, and it condensed and did not disperse. Instead, it became more and more, spreading towards the distance!

A group of workers were finishing their day's work. They went back to the locker room to take off their protective clothing, put on their usual casual clothes, and lined up at the time card machine to clock out of get off work.

Even though the planet Lundili was falling into chaos and rage, there were still many places that were carrying out their work in an orderly manner, such as this unremarkable small industrial area. There are not many people working here, and the things produced in their factory are also very inconspicuous-a small industrial welding torch specially installed on the maintenance robot.

These workers walked together in twos and threes, discussing where to go for a drink, discussing the recent situation on the planet Lundili, and discussing whether the battle between the high-ranking elders would affect their salary payment this month.

But they didn't realize that the god of death had come.

The black mist rolled silently under their feet, and the surrounding lights suddenly flickered violently, and then they all exploded! The surrounding ground instantly became pitch black and withered! The wooden seats rotted to ash in seconds!

But the workers didn't seem to notice such a drastic change. They just stood there motionless, their bodies swaying slightly.

Suddenly, one of the workers raised his head and let out a terrible roar! All I saw was that his whole body was rotten and dry, like a mummy that had been dead for many years! The shriveled and cloudy eyes are full of beastly fierceness!

They have been turned into undead creatures by the overflowing death force!

Darth Malthael raised his hands and looked around, and he found that his body was drying up again. Although it is not as good as the skeleton when it just completed the ceremony on the planet Korriban, it can basically be said to be skinny and skinny.

He knew that although he had fused his dark side force and death force into the death force through that dark ceremony, he still missed the last step—in the Canyon of the Dark Lord, he was crowned as an undead King of!

Now, although he has incomparably powerful power, as long as he is willing, he can quickly turn the entire city into a sea of ​​undead. But this power has not yet completely surrendered to him, and it has not yet fully reached the level of being able to retract freely.

"The last step..." Darth Malthael's voice was low and cold, and he slowly read out the two names, "Darth Sidious...Makar Ragnos...block me What is in front of me can only end in destruction..."

He took a deep breath and let it out again. The strong force of death filled the space.

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 face him head-on.

Chance...one more time...

Order 66.

Darth Malthael picked up a communicator and connected to the village special frequency band.

"Seeing a call from this frequency band, does it mean that you are about to flip the table? Your Excellency Governor." Cun Te's flat voice came from the other end of the communication.

"I'm just here to make sure you're alive," Darth Malthael said.

"According to your request, after I placed the stasis chamber here, I never appeared within 10 kilometers of the surrounding area again..." Cunte paused for a long time after saying this, and then said: "Then It's 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 impassively, saying nothing.

Cunte was still babbling over there, and he didn't know whether he was talking to himself or to Masail, "But at this point in time...is it when those workers get off work? But I'm looking There are no places where there are fewer people. Some places are too far from the spaceport. But...hehe...I understand, everything is for the fourth civilization. We must occupy the planet Lundili, we must...must..."

"Thank you, Cunter." Darth Malthael interrupted him.

The other end of the communication suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

"Goodbye," Darth Malthael said again.

There was still silence.

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 Cun Te these three words.

Kidnapping, coercion, extortion, assassination, this is what the village special helped him do during this period. The village special is exquisite, and he can eat everywhere. Because of this, he was able to quickly cooperate with the first replaced Mayor of Daman to complete a series of replacement and brainwashing work.

But these things violated the principle of being a special person in the village.

Darth Malthael has long understood that those people on the mothership do not have the same absolute loyalty as the so-called ideological stamp. What he needs to use these people for his own use is not a system cheat, but his own goals, actions, interests, and authority.

He had to use everything he had to win over the best talent pool in the galaxy.

Although he used the method of sleep suggestion at the beginning, it was a superficial suggestion after all, and for those mentally tough people, they couldn't really influence their thoughts.

This is why Darth Malthael is now very cautious about the awakening of characters above the legend.

And the reason why Cunte is willing to help him until now is not because of his power, nor is it because of his strength. It was the friendship that was established between the two of them through life and death together just after they were awakened.

But now, no more.

The Fourth Civilization is constantly advancing, and because of this, I have gained more and more powerful power, more and more lofty status, and more and more power, but at the same time, I am constantly losing something...

Crash~~~~ The powder from the communicator slipped from Darth Malthael's fingertips, he shook his hand, and stepped forward, carrying the billowing black mist, as if the god of death had descended.

Go on, to the end of the universe...

Wearing a black cloak, Darth Malthael stepped forward step by step on the black mist. With every step he took, the black mist would continue to spread, and all living beings would wither wherever he passed, whether it was human or Things are 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 made by Lundili soared into the sky.

But the spacecraft did not fly into space, on the contrary, it flew towards the planet in one direction.

Planetary Shield Control Center!

That's right, Master Yoda is having a lively fight with Arden Lin on the Planetary Defense Fleet right now, there's no need to disturb them, it's better to take this opportunity to do something more meaningful.

I encountered some bad things at work today, and rarely lost my temper... A female colleague said that I could hear me yelling in the entire office building... Depressed... and said that I can write more after I sort out things in the past two days At one o'clock, it turned out that I didn't touch the keyboard until after nine o'clock. Today's third watch is out of play, and I will fight for it tomorrow.