Marvel crosses Star Wars, and everyone attacks the galaxy

Inside a secluded warehouse, a string of candles and overhead lights illuminate the abandoned space.

The only occupant here is a solitary man with the amulet of Mur hanging on his arm.

He frowned and rubbed his neck, as his clothes were somewhat torn and he had scrapes and bruises.

Finding this host was no easy task, for it belonged to one of Caecilius's followers.

Seducing him was the easy part, for he was most susceptible to the temptations of the greater powers among the Zealots.

This man was hesitant, afraid to touch whatever had caused Caecilius and his followers to rebel against the Mystical Order.

All he needed to do was give him some bewitching before he caught him.

There is a hint of power here, a hint of the ability to overthrow Caecilius and the Ancient One.

This Zealot is now his carrier. He is the only one held captive by Maul's will. This man is weak, allowing the ancient Sith Lord to manipulate and control him easily and quickly.

The host owned by Cannis Moore stood here alone, with the large amount of information he had stolen placed beside him.

It's not easy to get this information from those fanatics.

They were strong enough to resist the Rakki plague he spread through them.

The battle was going against him because the magic and powers they used were unfamiliar to him, so he tried to make a reckless escape.

However, the unexpected distraction of the Rakki entering the cathedral is enough to distract him from escaping.

He used his memories to create his first portal to escape, and here he is now.

Moore needs to get stronger and adapt to his current environment before he can further achieve his goals.

With the carrier he has now, he can move into a new route. He needs to take full advantage of that.

Moore delved into the mind of the young practitioner and discovered some things that the young man encountered in his studies. Although at first glance they were not important to the young man, the ancient Sith found them interesting.

There is talk of a long-lost entity that protects the magical order of the planet. Even the current Sorcerer Supreme is unaware of it.

Moore may never know, or care.

What matters is finding this lost thing.

That thing is called the Book of Cagliostro. This mysterious book records Cagliostro's personal history and his vast knowledge. It also collects various mysterious knowledge, including some black magic knowledge from the Dark Book.

If he could find this mysterious book, Moore could exchange it for what he wanted.

To become more powerful is to gain more power. And the fastest way to gain power in a short period of time is by absorbing useful knowledge from other creatures.

Moore carefully traced an intricate magical circle on the ground, with various runes in and around the design, and he channeled the Force and his host's magic to begin summoning creatures for him to consume.

The first time he did this, he summoned a tentacle monster that damn near killed his host.

So he won't make that mistake again. Until he's ready.

“Now… let’s start small. Moore said to himself.

Kanis carefully read the instructions of the book floating in front of him, put his hands together, reached out to touch the mysterious power in his container, and chanted a spell.

It was a strange feeling for the Sith Lord, as it didn't feel like the Force at first, but he soon felt a familiar element.

A sorcery similar to the one he possessed while alive on the mortal plane.

He waved his hands forward, and before him, a circle appeared with a series of runes and symbols, with a beam of light glowing in the center.

A portal that summons his first victim.

The first creature to emerge was... quite unique. Though the Sith's soul didn't know it, his host knew it was a dwarf... a disturbing, demonic one.

It glared at the Sith Lord, growling threateningly, and it looked like it was backing away, ready to pounce on him.

Moore looked down at the creature with pride.

"poor guy."

From his eyes and mouth, beams of light shot out, making contact with the creature before it acted.

The dwarf creature let out a sharp, chaotic cry as energy surrounded it, and in an instant its expression changed from aggression to terror.

In just a few minutes, it was attracted and absorbed into Moore's host.

After taking a deep breath and feeling his strength grow a little stronger, Moore smiled.

"So... what's next? Katniss' host now conveyed a hungry look on his face.

One by one, the Sith Soul summoned a succession of beings of varying powers. Over time, each was absorbed by him as he became more powerful than he could ever have imagined before.

Until, he decided that it was enough because he was satisfied with the power he had now.

"Hmm~ maybe one more." He muttered, his hands gleaming with power. "Time to say hello to an old friend."

From the summoning circle, the tentacle monster quickly emerged. Before it could attack, Maul closed the portal and severed many of its limbs. They all scurried around, allowing the ancient Sith to quickly blend in.

"Now then," Cannis conjured a series of runes and symbols before slamming his hands down on his chest.

He cried out in agony as he felt his entire body shift and shift, feeling as if he were being torn apart.

This situation was over quickly, he coughed for a while, and soon recovered, he immediately summoned a distorted mirror in front of him.

Staring at his reflection, Mur saw that his host's form was severely distorted by the entity's absorption. Some time ago, the Neuromancer's spirit was strangled when he could no longer bear the strain of the excessive power flowing through his body. As a result, this body was now Mur's alone.

He could change it back to how it was before, but the Sith spirit had another idea.

Drawing a shape in his mind, he changed his appearance to the one he was most familiar with.

In just a few minutes, the body came back to life. The bones were cracked to the proper length and size, and formed into the shape he wanted. When it was finished, Moore gazed at his reflection again, pleased with what he saw.

A tall man with intense orange eyes, and brown hair that faded to white on the sides near his pointed ears. His beard was sharp and trimmed to a point. The maroon robes his host had worn before remained more or less the same, with a few alterations. But overall, the addition of a pointy purple cape with gold trim gave him a rather unique marking. He also had his amulet hanging from his wrist.

The only thing missing is a lightsaber to make him feel complete. To make him feel and look like the man he was all those years ago.

Moore let out a laugh that echoed throughout the warehouse.

"Ah~ I'm really alive again!" He laughed happily. "It's finally here."

Then his expression changed to something more sinister.

"Soon, this world will fall to the Sith like so many others," Maul said, that familiar feeling of unbridled greed and lust washing over him. "When the time is right, I will return to my galaxy and conquer it myself."

Moore began to laugh hysterically, reveling in the power he now possessed.

The laughter stopped when he felt something enter his area.

He frowned for a moment, then turned it into a sly smile.

Moore turned around and came face to face with a man he had passed the point of being called an acquaintance.

As much as he enjoyed the overwhelming power he now possessed, there was something thrillingly joyful about seeing someone who had once been his host express pure, unadulterated terror as they gazed upon him.

"Kaannis..." Celeste Moon whispered in horror. "You..."

"Hello, my dear Celeste," Moore said fiercely. "It's so good to see you again."

"Mul, you have a body," the Jedi said in complete disbelief.

"Yes," Moore said, raising his hands to show off his transformed body. "Better and stronger than ever before."

"What did you do?" asked an Asian man next to the Jedi.

Moore looked at the group.

With Celeste is her love interest, as well as Wong and Mordo, and a Hispanic man holding a chain that is on fire.

Although he regarded all of them with an overwhelming sense of superiority, the one holding the chains gave him pause, and actually a brief flash of fear.

There was something wrong with this man, but Moore didn't pay much attention to it.

Cannis Moore's eyes flashed with a manic light. "I must say that accidentally arriving on this backwater world was a blessing in disguise. I never knew such power existed and could be easily obtained. All these entities..."

He gave the Jedi shadow a sadistic smile.

"I have to thank you, Celeste."

“Don’t you know what you’ve done?!” Mordo shouted, uneasy at who he was watching. “Absorbing all those entities, all those interdimensional beings? They’ll devour you alive, and when they do, they’ll be unleashed upon the rest of the world.”

"As if I care." Katniss snorted. "They cannot control the Dark Lord of the Sith. They are now bent to my will.

With that said, Moore quickly blasted them away with his newfound strength.

With his current host, the resurrected Sith flew to another corner of the warehouse. Although he wanted to deal with these opponents as soon as possible, Moore was not a fool, because he knew that he still needed time to master these new abilities.

He had only learned to absorb, but now it was time to learn how to use some of the more offensive and powerful spells these mystics used.

Before he could summon the portal he needed to escape, Moore paused in his run when something caught his attention.

There he gazed upon a succession of homeless men, bound and unconscious, whose disappearance no one would bat an eye, let alone miss.

His malicious smile returned and he held out his arm with the amulet attached.

Now it’s time to have some fun with his return.

……

Although it is New Year in Russia, the weather here is very cold.

But that didn't stop this single man from walking through a snowstorm with a mission.

Baron Helmut Zemo had trudged through an almost endless amount of snow to reach his current location.

While most people would consider walking across the Siberian tundra to be a suicidal thought, to Baron Zemo, it was nothing.

This former Baron of Sokov was forged in war, death is his specialty, dismantling organizations...

Well, let’s just say he knows this gift better than most people give him credit for.

Zemo finally reached his position, standing in front of a door that led to an underground bunker belonging to the abandoned Hydra.

Killing Hydra agent Karpov is the first step in tracking down the location.

Having James Buchanan Barnes under his brief control was the last use of this base.

Zemo pulled out the red book he had taken from Karpov and flipped through the pages until he found the one he needed.

Looking around for a moment, he spotted a small indentation in the wall and quickly pulled it off, revealing a numbered keypad.

I entered the numerical code required to enter the base, and soon after, the door inside suddenly opened.

Nervous, Zemo subconsciously hovered his hand over where he kept his pistol hidden in his jacket, just in case there was something inside.

The bunker was said to be abandoned, but his experience as a Sokovian special agent had taught him more.

He carefully entered the facility as quietly as possible.

The eerie silence unnerved him, making him wonder what kind of horrors had taken place in this abandoned Hydra base.

Since he didn't find a map, it took him some time to walk through the corridors. However, he eventually found what he was looking for.

In the pitch-black space, five pillars stand out in this large room.

Looking around, Zemo found a lever on a door outside the room and walked over to flip it upwards.

Steam was emanating from all five pillars, and the metal columns seemed to serve only as a cover for whatever lay beneath them.

They are there.

The purpose of his trek to Siberia.

Staring into the cryopod, many thoughts raced through Zemo's mind.

All five of them have been rigorously trained, and each of them has the highest kill count in Hydra history before they were administered the infamous serum. And easily, these other Winter Soldiers could destroy the Empire and the government with a few orders.

It could be that simple. It was Zemo's responsibility to make it happen. The scientists had to update the code before the program was shut down until further notice when all the issues were resolved. In the last report he got when he combed through the digital files, they were all ready for any potential mission.

Baron Sokov can have his army here and now.

and...

The idea of ​​super soldiers troubled him greatly. It was difficult to become a being like them. The desire for them was inseparable from the ideals of supremacy. Anyone with the serum flowing through his veins was born on that path.

If released, these Hydra assassins will not stop, they will escalate until someone kills them.

Luckily for the rest of the world, Zemo has a solution.

He pulled out a pistol, switched off the safety, took careful aim, and then—

*Bang*

*Bang*

*Bang*

Zemo exhaled a shaky breath, almost forcing it out, a numbing sense of calm washing over him.

He watched with satisfaction as the holes in their heads and the blood flowed from them and then froze.

These despicable humans will no longer bring trouble to the world. No one will suffer from these potential threats.

As much as he wanted to leave this place immediately, he had to do other things.

He made a promise.

A promise that ensures the fall of an empire.

The next part of his plan was here, locked away in this facility.

These bastards are dead.

Now. . .

Now the real work begins.