Chapter 1202. The Kingdom of Death (Part 2)
1201. The Kingdom of Death (Part 2)
Darth Malthael’s eyes just glanced lightly at the stone tablet, and he saw Wisps of light blue smoke rose up from the countless faces on the stone tablet, condensing in the air without dissipating, wandering in the air like fish.
He crossed the stone monument and came to the stairs in front, going up step by step. Every time he stepped on a step, there seemed to be a dull knock in the surrounding space. Each knock made the surrounding air It's getting colder and colder...
Countless skeletons gathered in the entrance hall, but they didn't dare to step on the stairs. They just stood there quietly, staring at Darth Malthael with empty eye sockets.
Countless ghosts are floating in the air, and they also dare not go to where the stairs are, as if there is an invisible wall there.
Because they don’t dare.
Because only when you step onto this level can you truly enter the scope of the pyramid. And under the stairs, they were only at the same height as the two slaves kneeling on the ground at the door, carrying the pyramid on their shoulders!
Only when you walk up the stairs can you be considered an official Sith. Under the Sith, everyone is a slave!
Since the establishment of the Sith Academy 4,000 years ago, countless people have come here in pursuit of power and knowledge. They are just like the two statues of slaves at the door, just one of those many living beings.
They worked hard to climb up and get admission to the Sith Academy.
But it’s easier said than done!
Official Sith would never look at these people, they just took pleasure in it. They allowed these apprentices to kill each other, watched them plot, and watched countless people fight for an admission certificate...
And those apprentices also tried their best to plot and kill, Go fight. Only in this way can you be recognized by the Sith, step on this ladder, and become the lowest, but also an official Sith!
Almost every admission certificate means the death of thousands of people!
But this is just the beginning!
After becoming a Sith, every step you take, you must trample countless people under your feet, even your former mentor!
The pyramid-shaped Sith Academy means that when you reach the top, you will only be one person...
One Sith!
This is the Sith!
Darth Malthael walked up the stairs and came to the main hall of the Sith Academy. He walked to the edge of the collapsed railing and looked down at the countless skeletons and ghosts below with an expressionless face.
And the countless skeletons and ghosts slowly turned their heads, always staring in his direction.
The Sith Academy has long been empty. It is impossible to find any Sith books and information here. All that exists here is the endless yellow sand and the endless souls of the dead...< br>
Darth Malthael did not come here to gain anything, he came here just to...
Conquer!
For...
Death! !
The Sith worship death! And Darth Malthael, who possesses the power of death, will complete his ritual here!
The ritual of conquest, the ritual of death!
Here he will conquer death!
Darth Malthael raised one hand, with the palm facing upward. The extremely powerful dark side force and the power of death were condensed in his hand. The power became stronger and stronger, even for some with relatively fragile bodies. Neither the bones nor the ghosts could withstand the aftermath of this power, and were directly washed away into dust...
But these dust did not dissipate, but were sucked into the hands of Darth Malthael and became part of his power!
As the power gathered, Darth Malthael finally spoke...
What he said was the oldest Sith language, "You, for the sake of strength and Knowledge comes... You died for power and knowledge... And even after death, you are still here because of power and knowledge. You are still longing for power and knowledge..."
Grr~~rrrr~~rrrr~~rrrr~~
The dry upper and lower jaws of countless skeletons kept hitting each other, making gurgling sounds, as if they wanted to say something, but nothing could be said.
The power in Darth Malthael's hands is getting stronger and stronger. The powerful force even formed a pillar 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 sand and dust, dispersed the clouds and mist, dispersed the storm, and reached the sky!
"And I am here to wake you up. I will give you another chance to pursue power and knowledge! Go pursue me!"
After saying that, he flipped his palm suddenly, and the power condensed in his hand spread instantly!
Those skeletons suddenly twisted crazily. They were no longer dull and stiff as before, but now showed terrifying madness under the power of Darth Malthael!
"Come! Come to me! Follow my footsteps! Break the prison of the past! Pursue my power! Pursue my knowledge! Pursue my existence!! Then, obey me!" Da S-Mathail's voice became louder and louder, and his expression became more and more ferocious.
I saw countless skeletons suddenly moving crazily, and they began to swarm towards the stairs!
The ghosts in mid-air also fell into madness. They let out silent roars and rushed towards Darth Malthael. They were then blocked by invisible forces, but they did not stop at all. Meaning, constant collision! Constant roaring!
After Darth Malthael released his power, he turned around and continued walking up the stairs step by step.
And behind him, countless skeletons and ghosts swarmed in! Under the influence of the power of death, even the entire valley where the Sith Academy is located fell into a terrifying death realm. Countless dead crawled out of the ground. They followed Darth Malthael's footsteps and went crazy. Rush towards the pyramid of the Sith Academy!
Inside the pyramid, the stairs of the first floor hall can no longer accommodate more and more skeleton ghosts, but there are more dead people rushing forward one after another behind. In the end, they were layered on top of each other, with the dead coming from behind stepping on the bodies in front of them, and they kept climbing up.
The dead who were pressed below could not move, but they still let out a soundless cry from their rotten and hollow mouths, and countless pairs of dry and rotten arms stretched out in the direction of Darth Malthael. As if to catch him across space!
Darth Malthael went up step by step, and there were more and more dead people behind him. More and more, countless corpses piled up into a terrifying mountain of corpses, along the path inside the Sith Academy. The ladder is getting higher and higher, higher and higher!
The entire Sith Academy has become a world of the dead, a sea of the dead... This is a country of the dead! Here, there is only death!
Darth Malthael went up step by step, and the rich dark side force that shrouded the Sith Academy gradually mixed with his power of death, becoming one!
The countless dead are gradually engulfing the holy land of the Sith Empire.
Darth Malthael himself is also under terrible pressure! If he never relaxes, he will be swallowed up!
(End of this chapter)