Marvel crosses Star Wars, and everyone attacks the galaxy

On another battlefield...

"Comrade Rhodes, I propose that we make a strategic retreat."

The war machine roared, and as it rose into the air, it fired several precision-guided missiles at the huge limbs that tried to overwhelm and devour it. The explosions tore the limbs apart, and the screams of pain from their owners resounded through the air, but the force still rushed straight at him.

"That's not ideal, indeed." War Machine responded through gritted teeth, "Otherwise, this guy would just run rampant through the city, slaughtering everyone he sees."

Then he charged forward at full speed, tumbling through the air and powering up his boot thrusters to send superheated flames raging across the crazed Dracula's face.

Dethorn roared in anger and grabbed the Colonel's legs tightly, throwing him to the ground again and again until War Machine shot him accurately in the head.

Stunned, D'Arcane let go of War Machine, who quickly stood up and ejected multiple compartments from his suit, freeing all the gear he had in his hands.

His opponent staggered back, multiple wounds filling his torso though he remained standing. The Bounty Hunter then let out a deafening roar and thrust one arm forward. War Machine dodged into the air.

At the same time, War Machine raised his right arm and a compartment popped out above his wrist, containing a small missile spinning at high speed.

"Take that!" War Machine roared, firing the small projectile directly into Deji's chest.

The Gondei bounty hunter froze, looking down at the small hole in his chest and the smoke coming out. A moment later, Derje began to twitch, his body swelled, and then burst into flames from the inside. His remains were scattered all over the floor and walls of the area where he and War Machine fought, and some even splashed onto War Machine.

"Get up, asshole." War Machine groaned and fell back to the ground. He took a breath and realized that some of his enemies were stunned by the battle.

"Well, it's not disgusting at all," he said with a wry smile, shaking his body to try to shake off the sticky liquid on his body. The colonel took a moment to look around, and saw that the area where he and Deji had fought was full of dents and cracks, a mess. In the battle scene, signs of damage such as burn marks and holes can be seen everywhere.

"I didn't expect to encounter such heavy damage." War Machine muttered to himself. He was running out of time because the noisy sound coming from the communication equipment made it impossible for him to think quietly.

"Rhodes? Rhodes? Where are you?"

"I'm here, Sam," War Machine responded quickly.

"Sorry, the signal was interrupted just now. I have been fighting a guy named Deji."

"Is it that difficult guy again?"

"Yes, he is determined to kill me. I have been fighting him for a long time." War Machine said as he stood up from the ground, and when he jumped up, he raised a hole left by the battle.

As he left the dome structure where he had been fighting for nearly half an hour, he looked up and saw starfighters fighting fiercely in the sky.

"Sam, how's the battle going?" War Machine asked, flying towards a vulture robot and quickly destroying it. He was followed by several Republic Space Marines in the bird-like Avengers.

They weaved around the several domes of Tipoca City, nimbly turning and passing right through entire squadrons of Separatist fighters. The sudden attack caused the Separatists to flee and be subdued by their Republic counterparts.

Falcon lands on a vulture robot and uses his sharp wings to slice directly off its head, sending it plummeting into the water depths below.

Fighting continued to rage in every corner of the city. Despite the Separatist reinforcements, the Republic refused to give in and vowed to defend Tipoca City. The clone troopers launched a fierce attack on the droids and Umbarans, and every clone killed in the battle ensured that at least ten or more enemies were taken as trophies.

At the same time, the Jedi and the Avengers also fought bravely on various fronts, and although some battles were against single powerful enemies, the threat of these enemies was enough to cause great damage outside of combat.

At this moment, Master Mace Windu is engaged in a fierce duel with the man he once considered a pseudo-mentor and close friend, who has now become a student of the dark side.

"Tell me, Sora, when did you turn to the dark side?" Master Windu asked calmly and restrainedly, and the two Force users ignited their lightsabers at the same time, and the blades swirled around each other in the air. The Weequay Acolyte sneered at his former comrade and friend.

"I have always been fascinated by it," Bourque said with a kind of crazed reverence. "I delved deeply into its secrets. Everything I said about Geonosis was true - except that Count Dooku found me after the battle."

At these words, the Jedi Master's eyes flashed with anger. "I am sickened by the destruction of the Jedi Order on Geonosis," he declared angrily. "Dooku showed us that if the Republic is to change, we the Jedi must change. Only we the Jedi uphold the principles of the Republic, so we must be prepared to rule - but this is something the Senate will never allow."

The Acolyte raised his lightsaber and pointed it at his former friend, declaring, "Count Dooku and I will forge our followers into weapons that will reshape the galaxy!"

Mace Windu frowned. "There is one small flaw in your plan. We are not dead yet," he responded calmly.

"This mistake will be corrected soon, Master Windu," Bulke said with a malicious smile.

Then the two began to leap, swing, and clash blades, the Force surging between them.

Bulke was the first to recover, and rushed forward to swing his lightsaber from the side, but was cleverly blocked by Master Windu. They continued to exchange attacks and defenses rapidly, the violet blade meeting the scarlet blade in the air, each trying to defeat the other.

Finally, Bourque blocked a diagonal blow, and the fight continued...

Windu thrust his lightsaber in quickly, tilted his head slightly, wrapped the blade around him, and swung it upwards. Bulke held his lightsaber horizontally in front of him, trying to stop Windu's attack, but Windu had already anticipated this move. He took advantage of the situation and launched a spinning attack, which was barely blocked by Bulke, but it made Bulke stagger slightly.

Faced with this sudden attack, the Acolyte reached out and quickly constructed a barrier for defense, forcing him to slide away from his Jedi comrades.

"It was a mistake to let you come in contact with the Type 7, I see that now." Windu said as he stood up and assumed a fighting stance.

"I have perfected it to perfection." Bulke waved his lightsaber with a hint of gloating. "I have mastered all its essence. I am now the true master - and your master, Windu. You can't resist me, just as others can't resist my companions."

Mace Windu simply shook his head slightly, his tone conveying a warning against such arrogance: "Such arrogance will be your downfall."

"You are wrong again, Master Windu." Bulke spat and sneered, "Typical Jedi arrogance. Intoxicated by past victories, you are completely unaware that the coming darkness will lead to your defeat."

Windu retorted, "How many foolish Sith have said the same thing in the past? And yet we are still standing, having survived the Purge. Do not think we cannot return to our former glory."

Bulke's eyes flashed a sickly yellow light, and he grinned and rushed forward. Windu held his sword upright and adjusted his posture, with his left foot forward and his lightsaber on his right. When Bulke approached, Windu decisively launched a counterattack, and the two fought fiercely again.

During the exchange, they collided several times, with Windu giving way slightly while Bulke launched a barrage of attacks in an attempt to force the Jedi Master back off.

Bulke roared angrily, "When this war began, the Jedi set the Republic up for failure."

Windu gritted his teeth and persisted, constantly fending off Bulke's attacks.

"You almost lost your student, Depa," Bulke reminded him. "You put Prosette in jail for exposing the hypocrisy of the Jedi Knights, and now I stand here with deep emotion."

"Yes, he was once a respected master, sworn to serve the mission of defending the galaxy." Windu counterattacked, swinging again, this time forcing Bulke to retreat slightly. He was determined to change the status quo, eager to break free from Windu's restraints, so he rushed into the battle decisively.

In the impending decisive battle, the Weequay Acolyte skillfully deactivated his lightsaber and quickly switched to his other hand to continue the attack. As Windu dodged the attack, he realized that he could not avoid it and could only watch as the lightsaber passed along his arm. If he had not arrived in time, perhaps the end would have been lost.

"Windu, do you feel it in the Force?" Bulke asked with a crazy smile, "Whichever of us has the upper hand, we will win."

Windu remained calm and replied, "I don't think so." His eyes were firm, as if speaking of his adherence to justice and his belief in victory.

The battle was fierce and tense, and every moment was full of unknowns and variables. But no matter what the outcome, they fought to defend their beliefs, and their duel will continue.