Darth Malsayir stood up from the stasis chamber. Without the restraint of this artifact, which was also made by Sith alchemy, 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 toward 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. This is the case in this small and inconspicuous industrial area. There are not many people working here, and their factory
The product produced is also very humble - a small industrial welding gun specially installed on the body of 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 their salary payment this month.
But they were unaware that death had already arrived.
The black fog rolled silently under their feet, and the surrounding lighting suddenly flashed violently, and then exploded with bang bang! The surrounding ground instantly became dark and withered! The wooden seats rotted into
Scum!
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 terrifying roar! All he saw was that the flesh on his body was rotten and withered, like a mummy that had been dead for many years! His withered and cloudy eyes were full of animalistic ferocity!
They have been turned into undead creatures by this overflowing force of death!
Darth Malsayil raised his hands and looked at it, and he found that his body was gradually drying up again. Although it was not as good as the skeleton he had just completed the ceremony on the planet Korriban, it was basically the same.
It can be said that he is skinny and skinny.
He knew that although he had 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 - to be enthroned and crowned in the Dark Lord Canyon and become an immortal.
King of!
Although he now possesses extremely powerful power, as long as he is willing, he can quickly turn an entire city into a sea of undead. However, this power has not yet completely surrendered to him, and has not yet completely reached its limit.
The degree of ease.
"The last step..." Darth Malsayir'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 for a long time. 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 yet time for a decisive battle with him.
Chance...one more time...
Order 66.
Das-Masayir picked up a communicator and connected to Cunte's frequency band.
"When you see calls coming from this frequency band, does that mean you're going to flip the table? Lord Governor." Murata's calm voice came from the other end of the communication.
"I just came to confirm whether you are still alive." Das-Masayir 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, and then said: "Then
It's a factory with not many people, and there's a small spaceport not far away. You should be able to arrive in the shortest time without... affecting too many people... I've tried my best..."
Das-Masayir listened expressionlessly and said nothing.
Cunte was still talking nonchalantly, not sure whether he was talking to himself or to Massayin'er, "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... haha... I understand, everything is for the fourth civilization. We must occupy the planet Rendili, we must... must..."
"Thank you, Cunt." Das-Masayir interrupted him.
The other end of the communication suddenly fell into deathly silence.
"Goodbye." Das-Masayir said again.
There is still silence over there.
Darth Malsayin took a deep breath again, 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, extortion, and assassination, this is what Cunte helped him do during this period. Cunte was versatile and could do anything he wanted, and because of this, he was able to quickly cooperate with Daman, the first person to be replaced.
The mayor completed a series of replacement and brainwashing efforts.
But these things violate Cunte's principles of life.
Das-Masayir has long understood that those on the mothership do not have the so-called absolute loyalty of ideological stamps. To use these people for his own purposes, he needs to rely not on a system golden finger, but on
It is 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 a tough mind, it could not really influence their thoughts.
This is why Darth Malsayir is now extremely cautious about awakening characters above the 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 is because of the friendship that they established after being awakened and going through life and death together.
But now, no more.
The fourth civilization is constantly advancing, and as a result, it has gained more and more strength, a more and more noble status, and more and more power, but at the same time, it has also continued to lose something...
Crash~~~~The powder from the communicator slipped from Darth Malsayir'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 Malsayil, wearing a black cloak, stepped forward in the black mist. With every step he took, the black mist would continue to spread, and all living things in his path would wither, whether they were human beings or
Everything was instantly transformed into undead spirits!
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 Rendilli took off into the sky.
But the spacecraft did not fly into space. Instead, it flew in the same direction as the planet.
Planetary Shield Control Center!
That's right, Master Yoda is having a lively fight with Arden-Lin on the planetary defense fleet. There is no need to disturb them. Why not take this opportunity to do something more meaningful?