The Empire begins with the Fourth Scourge

721、Teacher, Apprentice, Filial Piety

Darth Malthael was silent, he seemed to sigh, and he seemed to be just taking a deep breath. After a long time, he turned his head and said slowly: "You know, what do I think?"

"Although I can't know your thoughts, I hope you can think about this issue carefully." Qui-Gon-Jin's heroic spirit said.

"What I think is... since the collapse of the Galactic Republic is inevitable, and since a new empire will rise from the ruins of the Republic...then...hehehehehe..." Darth Malthael suddenly laughed When he got up, his laughter became louder and louder, "Hahahahahaha! Ahahahahahahaha!"

There was a terrible fierce light in his eyes, and under the force of the dark side, his pupils even had a touch of gold, "Then...why can't this emperor be me? Hahahahaha..."

"If that's the case, what's the difference between you and Darth Sidious?" Qui-Gon-Jinn didn't respond much, but asked in the same calm manner.

Darth Malthael had already calmed down, he said lightly: "If you don't try it, who knows?"

Qui-Gon-Jinn looked away from Darth Malthael, and turned to the bottomless cave again, "After all, I still haven't been able to drink the black tea from Planet Dawn for the second time."

"Shall I burn some for you?" Darth Malthael asked.

"Can you give it to me if you burn it?" Qui-Gon-Jin was a little strange.

"This is a custom on Dawn Planet. As long as something is burned in front of the deceased's grave, then this item will be sent to the deceased." Darth Malthael said.

"It sounds like the living are just using this method to relieve their nostalgia for the dead... And, maybe it will develop into a living sacrifice." Kui Gang-Jin said.

"Ha, that's something from the feudal era." Darth Malthael smiled.

"Where is the feudal era of Star Dawn?" Qui-Gon Jinn asked.

Darth Malthael just smiled and didn't speak.

...

"You failed! Darth Malthael!" Darth Plagueis growled.

"You betrayed me! In the end, you still achieve nothing!"

"You can't control your power, you are just a slave to power!"

"Look at you! Who are you? Who does your will belong to?!" Plagueis' voice seemed to come from all directions.

"You are far inferior to Darth Sidious! You don't deserve to be compared with him at all!"

"You kidnapped everyone in the Fourth Civilization! You only did it for your own ambition!"

"But even so, you still failed!"

"The Force of the Dark Side! The Force of Death! You never really had it!"

"It's power that chose you! It's not that you have power!"

"What did I see?"

"What did I feel?"

"What have I taught you?"

Everything around seemed to be spinning, and every tree in the dense jungle seemed to start to grow and twist, its branches and leaves fell off, and the dry branches stretched out like sharp claws.

There was a sudden trance in front of my eyes, where are these trees? Clearly one by one Darth - Plagueis!

Their clothes were ragged, and the flesh on their bodies had already rotted and smelled. They tore off the respirator, and their jawless mouths turned into black holes, bottomless!

Countless Darth Plagueis rushed forward and surrounded Darth Malthael. They tore and gnawed Darth Malthael's body crazily, carnivaling and screaming constantly.

The skin was torn, the blood was sucked, the muscles were bitten... The words of curses spread into the mind continuously, and even the ear was torn off, it was still unstoppable.

The pain, the endless pain, but he couldn't even move, he couldn't even scream, he could only bear it with his eyes open.

Opening his eyes suddenly, Darth Malthael found that he was still standing at the entrance of the cave, and he found that his surroundings seemed to be swept by a tornado, a mess.

It seems that Darth Plagueis's questioning is still coming from inside the cave...

"What did I see?"

"What did I feel?"

"What have I taught you?"

"Tang Xiao! Tang Xiao! Tang Xiao!!!"

Darth Massail seemed to be hit hard at the moment, and was knocked to the ground by an invisible force. Then he raised his hands and choked his neck tightly. The strength became stronger and stronger, and even Nosebleeds came out.

When he was about to suffocate, he finally regained control of his body and collapsed to the ground.

Kui Gang Jin's heroic spirit floated over at some point, and looked down at him, "This is the seventh time since you came here. The force of the dark side is never a gift, young man The Sith Lord. Do you think you hold the power? No, the power holds you."

"Can it be solved?" Darth Malthael fell to the ground in a big shape, looking at the sky indifferently.

"Maybe, but why should I save a Sith Lord with blood on his hands?" Qui-Gon-Jin asked, "Actually, I just want to see how you will die."

Darth Malthael turned over with some difficulty and got up, and rearranged his clothes again, "You don't have to play tricks, Master Qui-Gon. I know where my problem is——Darth Plagueis."

"Your master? Speaking of which, if you hadn't told me, I would never have imagined that the respected financial giant of the galaxy was actually a Sith Lord." Qui-Gon-Jin said.

"You don't even think that Speaker Palpatine is Darth Sidious, do you?" Darth Malthael said.

"So I don't think the Republic was wronged. The Jedi Knights may have reached their final moments." Qui-Gon King shook his head and sighed.

"Like Darth Tenebrous, Darth Plagueis also tampered with me." Darth Malthael raised his hands in front of his face, "The Sith Lord is not I would trust anyone, even if I gave all my loyalty, and even gave him everything in the Dawn Star, he still left me with the last resort."

"Oh, you Sith Lords, it is really passed down from generation to generation. I mean, in various senses...the apprentice kills the master, and the master plots against the apprentice...you might as well think about it, Darth Lilim will be here When will I kill you?" Qui-Gon Jinn mocked.

"I have to thank the planet Dagobah. It's not that this planet is special. Maybe I'm still in the dark, and I don't even know that Darth-Plagueis left me a gift. However, this does not It's not the key, the key is..." Darth Malthael ignored Qui-Gon-Jin's taunt, looked back at the cave, and muttered to himself, "What did he see? What did he feel? He taught What happened to me?"