Chapter 1276 Gaining and Losing
1276. Gaining and Losing
Darth Malthael stood up from the stasis chamber, losing this was also made by Sith alchemy. Constrained by the artifact, the terrifying force of death spread instantly.
The originally white condensed mist was quickly dyed black by this powerful force, and it did not disperse. Instead, it became more and more, spreading towards the distance!
A group of workers were finishing their day's work. They returned to the locker room, took off their protective clothing, put on their usual casual clothes, and lined up to clock in at the time clock machine nearby.
Even though the planet Rendili is falling into chaos and violence, many places are still carrying out their work in an orderly manner, such as this small and inconspicuous industrial area. Not many people work here, and what their factory produces is unremarkable—a small industrial welding gun specially mounted on a maintenance robot.
These workers walked together in twos and threes, discussing whether to go for a drink somewhere, discussing the recent situation on the planet Rendili, and whether the battle between the superior men would affect them. This month’s salary is paid.
But they were unaware that death had already arrived.
The black mist rolled silently under their feet, and the surrounding lighting suddenly flashed violently, and then exploded with a bang! The surrounding ground instantly turned black and withered! The wooden seats rotted into slag within seconds!
But the workers seemed unaware of such a drastic change. They just stood motionless, their bodies swaying slightly.
Suddenly, one of the workers raised his head and let out a terrible roar! All I could see was that all the flesh on his body was rotten and withered, like a mummy that had been dead for many years! The withered and cloudy eyes are full of animalistic ferocity!
They have been turned into undead creatures by this overflowing force of death!
Darth Malthael raised his hands and looked at them, and he found that his body was gradually drying up again. Although it's not as good as the skeleton he looked like when he just completed the ceremony on the planet Korriban, it can basically be said to be skinny and skinny.
He knew that although he merged his dark side force and the power of death into the force of death through that dark ritual, he was still short of the last step - in the Dark Lord Canyon, Ascend to the throne and be crowned as the King of the Undead!
Although he now has extremely powerful power, as long as he is willing, he can quickly turn an entire city into a sea of the undead. But this power has not yet completely surrendered to him, and it has not yet completely reached the level of freedom of movement.
"The last step..." Darth Malthael's voice was low and cold, and he slowly read out two names, "Darth Sidious... Maca Ragnos... stand in my way. What is in front of us can only end in destruction..."
He took a deep breath and let it out, and the rich 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 time to fight him head-on. time.
Opportunity...one more chance...
Order No. 66.
Darth Malthael picked up a communicator and connected to Cunte's frequency band.
"Seeing this frequency band calling, does it mean you are going to flip the table? Lord Governor." Cunte's plain voice came from the other end of the communication.
"I just came to confirm whether you are still alive." Darth Malthael said.
"According to your request, after I placed the stasis capsule here, it never appeared within 10 kilometers of the surrounding area..." After Cunt said this, he paused for a long time. Then he said: "It is a factory, there are 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 expressionlessly and said nothing.
Cunte was still talking nonchalantly, not sure if he was talking to himself or to Malthael, "But at this time... it's when those workers get off work, right? But I'm looking for There are no places with fewer people. Some places are too far away from the spaceport, but...hehe...I understand, for the sake of the fourth civilization, we must...must..."
"Thank you, Cunt." Darth Malthael interrupted him.
The other end of the communication suddenly fell into deathly silence. "Goodbye," Darth Malthael said again.
There is still silence over there.
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 Cunte these three words.
Kidnapping, coercion, blackmail, and assassination, this is what Cunte helped him do during this period. The village special is versatile and can eat anywhere. Because of this, he can quickly cooperate with the first replaced mayor of Daman to complete a series of replacement and brainwashing tasks.
But these things violate Cunte’s principles of life.
Darth Malthael has long understood that those on the mothership do not have the so-called absolute loyalty like a stamp of thought. To use these people for his own purposes, what he needs to rely on is not a golden finger of the system, but his own goals, his own actions, his own interests, and his own authority.
He must use everything he has to win over these top talent pools in the entire galaxy.
Although he used the sleep suggestion method from the beginning, this was a shallow suggestion after all, and for those with tough minds, it could not really influence their thoughts.
This is why Darth Malthael is now very cautious about awakening characters above legendary level.
The reason why Cunte is willing to help him until now is not because of his power, nor because of his strength. It was the friendship that the two established after being awakened and going through life and death together.
But now, no more.
The fourth civilization is constantly advancing, and it has gained more and more strength, more and more noble status, and more and more power, but at the same time, it has also continued to lose something...
< br>Crash~~~~The powder from the communicator slipped from Darth Malthael's fingertips. He shook his hand and stepped forward, bringing with him the billowing black mist, as if death was coming.
Go forward, until the end of the universe...
Darth Malthael, wearing a black cloak, stepped forward step by step in the black mist. With every step he took, the black mist would As it continued to spread, all living things in its path withered, and both people and things were instantly transformed into undead souls!
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 produced by Lundilli took off into the sky.
But the spacecraft did not fly into space. On the contrary, it flew in one direction of the planet.
Planetary Shield Control Center!
Yes, Master Yoda is having a lively fight with Arden-Lin on the planet defense fleet. There is no need to disturb them. Why not take this opportunity to do something more meaningful?
I encountered something bad at work today, and I rarely got angry... A female colleague said that the whole office building could hear me yelling... I was depressed... and she said that I would sort out the matter in the next two days. After one stroke, I could write a little more, but it still took me until after nine o'clock to touch the keyboard. There is no chance of the third update today, so I will try my best tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)