"Al'a korr de zhakan...." A strange language appeared in the minds of the hermit and Vitaly Orlov in a low and slightly soft tone, which seemed to be a female voice.
(Strike from the shadows...)
"What language is this? Who is here?!" Vitaly Orlov was shocked. He looked around but found nothing.
However, the hermit sighed, threw away the dagger, and said: "Okay, I'm saved... although it's not a good thing..."
"You know?" Vitaly Orlov asked.
The hermit looked at the door and said: "The Protoss, or Protoss, is one of the strange races brought back from the unknown star field by the Dawn Planet. Their development of the unknown star field is beyond our imagination.
Powerful races such as the Si people, the salarians, and the protoss, as well as the gnolls and the Vathians, unique races that originally lived in the Model star sector and were not known to outsiders... are now around the Dawn planet.
, has assembled a huge multi-racial alliance, which is very powerful."
"This race is called Protoss? Can they talk inside other people's heads?" Vitaly Orlov was shocked.
"Telepathy, this is the normal communication method used by this race. For them, telepathy is as common as our breathing..." the hermit said.
"It's too scary!" Vitali's expression also changed drastically. Such a terrifying and powerful race actually appeared in the Milky Way?!
"So I say, this may not be a good thing for the galaxy. Let's go." The hermit said, opened the door and walked out.
As soon as I walked out of the door, a strong burning smell hit my face, but other than that, there was silence outside. The noise and noise caused by the pursuing soldiers had disappeared, as if no one had ever been here.
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Vitaly Olof was frightened just by seeing this weird atmosphere. He followed closely behind the hermit, his body trembling a little.
After walking a few steps, I saw the corpse of a Death Guard hanging among countless cables. To be precise, it was half a corpse, because he was accurately cut through the gap in the armor, and the whole person was chopped into two pieces at the waist, and the wound
The cross section was like being cut off by a lightsaber, leaving a scorched lake.
The Mandalorian Crusaders' armor forged from beskar steel, even if it could withstand lightsabers, would always have gaps in the armor, and the killer took advantage of this with precision and coldness.
Continuing forward, the ground was full of corpses that had been chopped into two pieces. After being killed, these corpses were all pushed from the corridor to the pile of cables outside to prevent them from blocking the way.
Obviously, the murderer was terrifyingly calm!
The Hermits and the others walked all the way down the stairs. There were corpses along the way. There were hundreds of them! When they came down from the launch tower, on the platform on the top of the building, there were more corpses lying strewn about.
The guards of Zane Remanufacturing Company, and the corpses of more than a dozen Death Guard soldiers in the middle.
Obviously, these people were all killed silently.
Because just a few minutes ago, the hermit heard the pursuers outside the door talking about how to capture them. It was obvious that these people had been killed at that time, but the people who entered the tower were completely unaware of it.
at this point!
In the sky, there are more than ten spaceships retreating away. Obviously, this silent killing has completely frightened these people...
The hermit took a few steps forward, bowed slightly to the air, and said, "Thank you for your help, powerful protoss warrior."
"Who?" Vitali didn't see anyone in front of him at all, and he was even more frightened.
"Star Spirit, the eldest son of God, the adherent and guardian of the way of Dae'Uhl. Our arrival will not be a disaster for any race, unless it is the enemy of life." In front of the two people.
The air suddenly became distorted, and then a star spirit appeared in front of them.
(Dae'Uhl, Dawu. It means 'helping the weak and supporting the weak', the principle of the protoss in the galaxy. That is, try not to interfere in the affairs of advanced civilizations, but focus on saving those weak races.)
The star spirit in front of her is a woman with a slender and soft figure. She only has simple dark gold armor to protect her shoulders, wrists, ankles and chest. The wrist armor is inlaid with a Kyber crystal, and she wears a black cloak.
There was also a black mask on his face, revealing only a pair of eyes that had no holes but always exuded spiritual brilliance, looking at the hermit and Vitaly.
"I'm sorry, what you showed me was only the killing caused by the powerful power, and nothing else." The Hermit was extremely wary of the Star Spirits.
"The survival of the race cannot give up killing. To deny this is to deny the basic laws of civilization. However, killing is a method, but not a habit. The Twilight Council will no longer hesitate about this." The female protoss said.
"Okay, whatever you say," the hermit said, "Let's get to know each other, I am..."
"Obi-Wan Kenobi, and now, you are called the Hermit." The protoss directly answered for him, "My name is Sora-A, a member of the Sali-Gar tribe. By Dawn
Entrusted by the planet’s governor, we came to investigate the situation on the planet Mandalore.”
"Tang Xiao asked you to come? Did he explain anything?" the hermit asked with a frown.
"He doesn't know what's happening on the planet Mandalore, but his commission is to stop anything happening here." Sora-A said, "His judgment is not wrong. The planet Mandalore is being darkened.
shrouded.”
The hermit smiled mockingly and said: "Well, although I always think about killing him and removing a dark and evil Sith Lord from this galaxy, now, obviously his keen intuition and judgment have played a role again.
Effect - Yes, what is happening on the planet Mandalore is a disaster, and we must stop it."
"My comrade and companion Aura'Khan is below, and Jango Fett has been rescued. After we meet, let's discuss countermeasures. More enemies are coming soon," Sora-A said.
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"Wait a minute!" the hermit said quickly, "you have a lightsaber in your hand, destroy all the cables in this transmitting tower! Super Vizsla is using this transmitting tower to brainwash and control the people in the city! And
They will probably use this to launch a referendum! This will bring a devastating war to Mandalore!"
Sora-a nodded, did not speak, just turned around and walked towards the direction of the launch tower. Her figure gradually disappeared into the air without a trace, and even advanced instruments could not detect her existence.