Chapter 1200 Cursing
1199. Cursing
"...You have cut off the heritage of the Sith! You are just a bunch of ignorant fools who happen to use the dark side of the Force!" Maca-Lage North growled loudly.
"You guys are so conservative that if you were destroyed once by the Jedi Order, you would put your face in front of them and be destroyed again. The golden age you think is just a turtle lingering on the edge of the galaxy!" Darth Ma Sahil responded tit for tat.
“We have restored the glory of the Sith!”
"Then we were completely defeated in one year!"
"We laid the foundation for the dark side of the Force!"
"Ha! You relied on the teachings of the Jedi Order to defeat Sith, and then use the blood of the Sith to perfect the dark side force. How much of it did you research yourself? "
"We have resisted the Jedi Order for thousands of years!"
"Then how many Jedi have you killed? How many Galactic Republic planets have you occupied? How many of their fleets have you 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 five thousand one hundred and twenty-seventh floor! You don't even know what Coruscant looks like, and you're pitifully waiting to die in the outer ring. What reason do you have to claim that you are in the golden age?”
“That was 3,700 levels 5,000 years ago!”
“Ah, yes, you know it was 5,000 years ago! ! Old bachelor. Do you know what the Milky Way is like now? Do you think what you did 5,000 years ago is still useful? "
"You... you are a nasty little chicken!"
"Then you are an old bachelor who has been hiding in a grave all his life and can't get out!"
"I'm going to pull out your soul...but..."
"Then you pull one out of me Look! Do you believe I will set a fire on your grave now?”
“Come and set one on me!” Come, soul!”
"You dare to come here and set fire to see how I kill you!"
"If you dare to take my soul, I will tear your house apart and dig out your bones to build a doghouse!!"
“Come here!”
“Come here!”
Darth Malthael and Maca Ragnos crossed their arms in an imageless manner They were yelling at each other, and it was completely unimaginable that one of them was a great monarch who created the golden age of the Sith Empire 5,000 years ago, and the other was a powerful Sith Lord who ruled a separate side of the galaxy.
This is simply two shrews yelling at each other.
And Darth Malthael's strength is even more impressive. He is already very familiar with the plot and history of "Star Wars", and now he has absorbed Karneth Moore. Soul, with the knowledge of this first-generation Sith Lord 7,000 years ago, it can be said that his understanding of the ancient Sith is even inferior to Maca Ragnos.
You must know that if Karnes Moore appears in front of Maca Ragnos, then the Sith Emperor will have to bow his head and call his ancestor.
However, the two people became more and more angry. From the initial theoretical dispute, to the later slander of each other, it turned out that Marka Ragnos was no match. Darth Malthael ridiculed the fact that his Sith Empire was destroyed within a year during the Hyperspace War, and there was nothing he could do about it.
In the end, it turned into a barren personal attack between the two, three-character mantra, and greetings to immediate family members and certain organs. Ah, this is what Tang Xiao is best at.
He wasn't Darth Plagueis, who had his chin chopped off, wore a respirator, and even had his tongue tied.
Darth Malthael sat down on his seat, crossed his legs, took a sip of the mint tea that he had prepared long ago, pointed at Maca Ragnos's nose and cursed: " Your mother is cheating and your dad is cheating, you think I don’t know?”
“You!”
“You have been watching women take a bath since 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 Dark Lord's Valley in this life! Otherwise I will kill you from body to soul. Breaking it up bit by bit... huh?"
He suddenly seemed to feel something was wrong, and looked at Darth Malthael coldly, "You are actually plotting against me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared instantly.
Darth Malthael looked at the empty front, expressionless, and drank the mint tea in the cup in one gulp.
He cheated on Marka Ragnos, yes, but not enough.
This fight was not in vain.
After he discovered that Marka Ragnos was coming, he quietly activated the power of death, wrapped his shuttle, and then cursed the Sith Emperor while quietly trying to absorb it The power in his soul puts its own stamp on him.
But this little move was eventually discovered by Marka Ragnos, and then he was able to directly break through the barrier of his own death power and leave the shuttle. From this point of view alone, the power possessed by the ghost of Marka Ragnos is extraordinary.
And unlike the time when he absorbed Karnes Moore, this time he faced the Sith kings in the Dark Lord's Valley, and he did not have the container of Celeste Morn to limit him. And there is Drapa's stasis chamber to hold the opponent's soul.
What is supposed to come will always come, and all of this must be faced in the end.
Darth Malthael took a short rest, then returned to the cab and controlled the spacecraft to land in the desert of the planet Korriban.
He put the black cloak on his body, covered his face with the hood, hung the lightsaber on his waist, put on Little Klesh's gauntlet, and opened the hatch.
A strong wind mixed with yellow sand blew against my face, blowing my cloak loudly.
A blood-red sun hangs in the sky, but it doesn't bring much warmth, it just makes people feel colder.
Amid the dust blown by the strong wind, a rugged valley was vaguely visible ahead.
Darth Malthael stepped off the spaceship and set foot on this desolate land. At his feet, a black venomous snake with two horns was twisting its body wildly away from here.
The creatures on the planet Korriban are all imbued with the power of the dark side. They naturally avoid a dark side powerhouse like Darth Malthael.
Darth Malthael walked step by step, facing the wind and sand, towards the valley ahead.
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"...Your Excellency Speaker, this is a report sent by the 8th Army. They hope to pass a bill to send additional reinforcements to the 8th Army. The current ravages of the geth have become very serious..." Deputy Speaker Mas-Ameda was very Respectfully presented a piece of information to the kind-hearted old man in front of him.
President of the Galactic Republic, Sheev Palpatine.
Palpatine opened the memory and directly browsed the files inside. He smiled and shook his head, "Ah, my friend Governor Fan Ke is still too impatient... Although we have this plan to deal with the geth. invasion, but our current main goal is to deal with the Interstellar Banking Association."
"I think he can understand what we mean, but he wants to use another name to propose this motion. He needs to ask for reinforcements, which means that his plan for the Interstellar Banking Association is not going smoothly..." Mas-Ameda said.
Sheev Palpatine smiled slightly and pushed the memory aside, "Then let's do this..."
Sudden! The smile on his face suddenly disappeared!
"Your Majesty Speaker?" Mas-Ameda suddenly felt that the atmosphere had suddenly changed, and the surrounding air seemed to become cold!
"...postpone tomorrow's meeting and say that I am ill." Sheev Palpatine said coldly, "I have something to do and I need to go out and help me cover it up. "
"However, our topic tomorrow is very important, and it may be related to our situation in the north..."
Sheev Palpatine slowly turned his head. His emotional eyes looked at Mas Ameda, as if he were looking at a corpse! His voice was slow, low, and hoarse, as if it came from the mouth of a demon in another space, "I said, postpone the meeting."
Mas Ameda was suddenly sweating profusely. He fell to his knees with a thud and said tremblingly: "Yes... yes... I'll do it right away!"
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