The Empire begins with the Fourth Scourge

1241. Judgment

"Have you considered it?" Sitting on the sofa, Tang Xiao looked indifferently at this handsome and heroic woman in front of her, with her long black hair combed into a long braid.

On her neck, she wore a classic neck ring, and the six tentacles of the neck ring tightly grasped her neck.

She is Celeste Morn, the current owner of Moore's amulet, or rather, Moore's amulet chose her.

Tang Xiao left Mo En here for a few months, and asked her to think about whether she should serve herself.

In fact, to put it bluntly, Celeste Moen was just an incidental item, what Tang Xiao really wanted was Moore's amulet. It's just that this amulet seems to be targeting Moen, and unless her head is chopped off, it shouldn't be possible to get it off.

But if you really want to do this, God knows what this amulet will do... After all, this thing is not a dead thing, it has the ability to act on its own.

Celeste Moen looked at Tang Xiao, who hadn't seen him for several months, and said with a frown, "Your force has become weaker than before... even worse than mine. But... your spirit is... What did you go through when you went out this time?"

Tang Xiao raised his palm to look at it, and said lightly: "This is just a cloned temporary body. And my main body, now you probably don't want to see him, even I don't want to see my body .”

"I do not quite understand you."

"If my main body boards this mothership now, by tomorrow morning, you should be able to see a whole ship of undead." Tang Xiao glanced at her, "Before I completely control my power, I will You have to stay in this body for a long time."

Then, he looked at the spaceship key still hanging on the door of the room, and said, "Since you haven't left until now, so you have decided to serve me?"

"If I leave, you will definitely kill me, won't you?" Celeste Moen asked back.

"That's right. If I come back and find that you have gone, then I will personally hunt you down, cut off your head, and get the amulet back." Tang Xiao replied very frankly, "But... at least you still have a chance yes, isn't it?"

"It is absolutely impossible for me to let you use this amulet to harm someone!" Celeste Moen said resolutely.

Tang Xiao sneered and said, "Oh? This is not like you. You just raised your hand and slaughtered millions of Mandalorian troops on the planet Jabul. It turns out that these millions of people are not counted as people, right?"

"That army is preparing to invade the Galactic Republic! And..."

"Then the Galactic Republic is preparing to invade our homeland!" Tang Xiao directly interrupted her, "During this time, you should have visited the Dawn Planet, right? Don't you think those people are not worth protecting? "

Celeste Moen lowered her head and said nothing.

Tang Xiao added: "Actually, before you kill the Mandalorian army on the planet Jabul, if you went around the planet Mandalore, would you still do it?"

"I... was controlled by this amulet at that time!" Celeste Moen distinguished.

"Don't lie to yourself, Moen. At that time, the ghost of Kanes Moore, who had been sleeping for more than 4,000 years, was not strong enough to influence your thinking." Tang Xiao said coldly, "It was you who took the initiative You chose to destroy this army! Because you realized that if this army started to march, the Galactic Republic would be defenseless!"

"...If this is not the case, perhaps hundreds of millions of people will die on Alderaan..." Celeste Moen said softly.

"I told you, don't lie to yourself." Tang Xiao interrupted her again, "You are just one of the many 'shadows' cultivated by Lucian Del Rey, you think so much? One just to complete the task And the shadow that exists will think about such a long-term result?"

At this time, from the depths of Tang Xiao's mind, came an old sigh.

Celeste Moen lowered her head and said nothing more.

"You haven't answered me yet, why didn't you choose to leave?" Tang Xiao asked.

"You killed Kanes Moore and freed me from the 4,000-year nightmare. My life should belong to you." When Celeste Moen said this, he didn't dare to look directly Tang Xiao's eyes turned to the side, and the roots of his ears were a little red.

For someone like her who only knew missions and killings, this was already a fairly direct confession. After all, when Tang Xiao absorbed and melted Carness Moore's ghost before, the person who had skin-to-skin relationship with her many times was still near the lower abdomen.

In the past few months, she has seen a lot, listened to a lot, and thought a lot.

When she saw the stable and prosperous Dawn Planet under Tang Xiao's rule, she also understood the other side of this evil and dark Sith Lord. In fact, she had already made a decision, but she was introverted and didn't know how to speak.

But Tang Xiao didn't appreciate it. He went straight to his desk and opened the drawer, "Since you have been freed from the 4,000-year nightmare, how about trying to make your own choice this time?"

He took something out of the drawer and put it on the table.

"This is..." Celeste Moen stared blankly at the thing.

This is a very beautiful purple mask. Beautiful patterns are dotted around the mask. On the top of the mask, two black feather hair ornaments are connected with black satin, revealing a trace of refined beauty in its grace. But if you look closely, you can feel the faint death intent emanating from the depths of the mask.

She couldn't help walking forward, holding the mask with both hands, and putting it on her face.

The purple mask covered the upper half of her face above the nose, covering her originally sharp expression, making her look like a peaceful angel. She tied two black feather hair accessories to her braid, hanging down her shoulders like a pair of black wings.

"Judgment..." Under the perception of the force contained in the mask, Celeste Moen gently said the name of the mask.

At this moment, she also understood the meaning behind the 'judgment'.

Tang Xiao said indifferently: "Wear this mask, go to the planet Onderon as a 'judgment', and then...make your own choice."

He walked over and raised his hand to lightly brush the pair of black wings behind Celeste Morn's head. This posture made the distance between the two of them very close, and he could feel Morn's breathing becoming a little Get heavy.

"After 4,000 years of waking up from a dream, choose one for yourself," Tang Xiao said.