In 1664, the strange puppets, a group of clone soldiers who turned into zombies, were quickly completely wiped out by these dark Jedi warriors. At this moment, a bloody lightning flashed from a distance! At first glance, this lightning flashed across hundreds of people.
Meter away, but in the next second, it had already hit Gian Droga's body firmly!
However, what is surprising is that this terrible lightning was actually blocked by Droga!
The aftermath of the lightning suddenly spread towards the surroundings, and the blood-red lightning visible to the naked eye turned into countless electric snakes swimming in the air, gradually became smaller, and disappeared completely after more than ten seconds!
"Hehehehe" Droga let out a distorted laugh that was not commensurate with his size and appearance. "Darth Sidious!" An angry voice came from the air, and all he could see was the desolate gray area in front of him.
On the defeated land, a terrible sandstorm suddenly set off!
In the gray sandstorm, a huge face appeared, opening its big mouth like a bottomless abyss and letting out a roar.
Wherever the roar came, everything around was trembling! It was as if the earth was wailing!
"We meet again," Gian Droga smiled sadly, "the angel of death."
"Now that you're here, stay forever!" Darth Malthael roared angrily, and the force of death with endless sand and dust directly pressed over!
I chose that direction, wiped out the Galactic Republic's army, and then waited for their arrival.
The silly-looking little man standing in front of me was not Darth Sijandro. I said as I pulled up the white cloak under me, revealing the iron-like muscles under me that were nearly two meters long.
His low stature and ferocious appearance made me look like a terrifying berserker!
At this time, I was very strange, why did Darth Sidro come to the Model Sector? Behind this boundless face of death, those White Dark Jedi Knights could not even move an inch, and our vitality was blocked by this endless...
The sandstorm is taking away bit by bit, even if you use Lu Xiao to block it, you can't stop the coming of death!
Only Tha-Deus and Jan-Droga are still struggling to hold on and be careful!" Tha-Kuis, who was behind, quickly put two lightsabers in front of him to resist. To be more precise, he was struggling.
The only one who was struggling to hold on was Tha-Deus. The small figure of Jan-Droga was as solid as a rock in the gray death sandstorm, and there was no way it could be shaken. Daxiao was-but he didn't hear my words.
Sa-Lu Xiaoqiong finally lost the will to support her. My body went limp and I slumped to the ground. But I slowly stood up again, keeping an alert posture and moving forward quickly. At this time, the battle situation was still gloomy, even if
It was to kill him personally, and it was also the time to move someone as cunning as Darth Sijandro, who would definitely do something that was uncertain. So, Darth Sijandro came, and there was
Not quite. "He found the wrong puppet, Darth Sijandro." A figure seemed to appear suddenly in the air and appeared behind him.
I realized that my hands were full of blood, and I felt like I was not wearing a white mask. Because the bodies of these white Jedi warriors gradually became fuller, the age of our bodies was visible to the naked eye, although under the white masks
From the coverage, we can only see our faces, but judging from the condition of our arms, we can find that our muscles are relaxing, our skin is drying up, and we are gradually turning into skin and bones. Under the space battlefield, Darth Malthael
I felt the power of Darth Sijandro, and it was my extremely weak force that blocked the erosion of my force of death, and saved one of the Republic's fleets. Finally, one of them was able to hold on, and fell to the ground with a thud.
If I moved again, my body would be quickly eroded by the sandstorm and turned into a pile of bones!
Tha-Des fell to his knees with a thud, panting violently. I raised my hands and looked at the wrinkled skin, and the fear in my heart became more severe.
The Galactic Republic is far more important to Darth Sijandro than Darth Malthael. Because the Galactic Republic is the most critical tool for me to realize all my ambitions!
Because that was completely in the past. No matter what the reason, Darth Sijandro had no reason to leave Coruscant and come all the way to the Model Sector. For Darth Sijandro, I should first be the Speaker of the Republic.
, then it should be the Sith Lord.
"Compared with next time, he has come a long way, Death Angel?" Gian-Deroga smiled twistedly, and suddenly waved his hands, and a white and extremely dark force was bounced to this huge man.
Next, because Volgograd-Kanidi believes that the strength of the Republic Expeditionary Force is still far weaker than our fleet, it needs to take a step back to dig a hole and let the Republic Fleet continue to divide its forces. As part of the plan, Das-
Ma'il finally decided to take action again, it was a familiar little man, and the other 20 dark Jedi warriors all succumbed to this terrible death force.
That was not a challenge from me! I used this weak Death Road to tell Das Sijandro that he must be coming, and your ground troops will be completely eaten up by you. But the strange thing is, did I take action?
Previously, the power of Darth Sijandro also did not appear on the battlefield again under Darth Malthael!
In the last second, the endless sandstorm suddenly dissipated without a trace, as if it had never appeared before.
That made Darth Malthael confirm once again that Darth Sijandro was here for him!
Of course. It does take some effort to kill him." Gian-Deroga said with a ferocious smile. But I weakly restrained my thoughts of turning around and running away, and once again raised the two lights in my hands tremblingly.
The sword is held backward, and the sword posture is broken.
It is precisely because of this that Darth Malthael felt very strange and fearful. In addition, due to the previous plan of Volga Canidi, I did not continue to take action. I carried the soul-stealing sword in front of me.
This meter-long, ferocious sword hilt stood outside like a ghost, but the sound appeared directly in the ears of everyone present without any warning.
"What he did was very wrong, Tha-Deus," said Gian-Droga. "It would have been worse for him to run away now."
Immediately after the seventh and eighth, within just a few minutes, all 20 White Dark Jedi were dead! Those who were powerful enough could not even face Darth Malthael.
Do you have any qualifications?
In 1664, the strange puppets, a group of clone soldiers who turned into zombies, were quickly completely wiped out by these dark Jedi warriors. At this moment, a bloody lightning flashed from a distance! At first glance, this lightning flashed across hundreds of people.
Meter away, but in the next second, it had already hit Gian Droga's body firmly!
However, what is surprising is that this terrible lightning was actually blocked by Droga!
The aftermath of the lightning suddenly spread towards the surroundings, and the blood-red lightning visible to the naked eye turned into countless electric snakes swimming in the air, gradually became smaller, and disappeared completely after more than ten seconds!
"Hehehehe" Droga let out a distorted laugh that was not commensurate with his size and appearance. "Darth Sidious!" An angry voice came from the air, and all he could see was the desolate gray area in front of him.
On the defeated land, a terrible sandstorm suddenly set off!
In the gray sandstorm, a huge face appeared, opening its big mouth like a bottomless abyss and letting out a roar.
Wherever the roar came, everything around was trembling! It was as if the earth was wailing!
"We meet again," Gian Droga smiled sadly, "the angel of death."
"Now that you're here, stay forever!" Darth Malthael roared angrily, and the force of death with endless sand and dust directly pressed over!
I chose that direction, wiped out the Galactic Republic's army, and then waited for their arrival.
The silly-looking little man standing in front of me was not Darth Sijandro. I said as I pulled up the white cloak under me, revealing the iron-like muscles under me that were nearly two meters long.
His low stature and ferocious appearance made me look like a terrifying berserker!
At this time, I was very strange, why did Darth Sidro come to the Model Sector? Behind this boundless face of death, those White Dark Jedi Knights could not even move an inch, and our vitality was blocked by this endless...
The sandstorm is taking away bit by bit, even if you use Lu Xiao to block it, you can't stop the coming of death!
Only Tha-Deus and Jan-Droga are still struggling to hold on and be careful!" Tha-Kuis, who was behind, quickly put two lightsabers in front of him to resist. To be more precise, he was struggling.
The only one who was struggling to hold on was Tha-Deus. The small figure of Jan-Droga was as solid as a rock in the gray death sandstorm, and there was no way it could be shaken. Daxiao was-but he didn't hear my words.
Sa-Lu Xiaoqiong finally lost the will to support her. My body went limp and I slumped to the ground. But I slowly stood up again, keeping an alert posture and moving forward quickly. At this time, the battle situation was still gloomy, even if
It was to kill him personally, and it was also the time to move someone as cunning as Darth Sijandro, who would definitely do something that was uncertain. So, Darth Sijandro came, and there was
Not quite. "He found the wrong puppet, Darth Sijandro." A figure seemed to appear suddenly in the air and appeared behind him.
I realized that my hands were full of blood, and I felt like I was not wearing a white mask. Because the bodies of these white Jedi warriors gradually became fuller, the age of our bodies was visible to the naked eye, although under the white masks
From the coverage, we can only see our faces, but judging from the condition of our arms, we can find that our muscles are relaxing, our skin is drying up, and we are gradually turning into skin and bones. Under the space battlefield, Darth Malthael
I felt the power of Darth Sijandro, and it was my extremely weak force that blocked the erosion of my force of death, and saved one of the Republic's fleets. Finally, one of them was able to hold on, and fell to the ground with a thud.
If I moved again, my body would be quickly eroded by the sandstorm and turned into a pile of bones!
Tha-Des fell to his knees with a thud, panting violently. I raised my hands and looked at the wrinkled skin, and the fear in my heart became more severe.
The Galactic Republic is far more important to Darth Sijandro than Darth Malthael. Because the Galactic Republic is the most critical tool for me to realize all my ambitions!
Because that was completely in the past. No matter what the reason, Darth Sijandro had no reason to leave Coruscant and come all the way to the Model Sector. For Darth Sijandro, I should first be the Speaker of the Republic.
, then it should be the Sith Lord.
"Compared with next time, he has come a long way, Death Angel?" Gian-Deroga smiled twistedly, and suddenly waved his hands, and a white and extremely dark force was bounced to this huge man.
Next, because Volgograd-Kanidi believes that the strength of the Republic Expeditionary Force is still far weaker than our fleet, it needs to take a step back to dig a hole and let the Republic Fleet continue to divide its forces. As part of the plan, Das-
Ma'il finally decided to take action again, it was a familiar little man, and the other 20 dark Jedi warriors all succumbed to this terrible death force.
That was not a challenge from me! I used this weak Death Road to tell Das Sijandro that he must be coming, and your ground troops will be completely eaten up by you. But the strange thing is, did I take action?
Previously, the power of Darth Sijandro also did not appear on the battlefield again under Darth Malthael!
In the last second, the endless sandstorm suddenly dissipated without a trace, as if it had never appeared before.
That made Darth Malthael confirm once again that Darth Sijandro was here for him!
Of course. It does take some effort to kill him." Gian-Deroga said with a ferocious smile. But I weakly restrained my thoughts of turning around and running away, and once again raised the two lights in my hands tremblingly.
The sword is held backward, and the sword posture is broken.
It is precisely because of this that Darth Malthael felt very strange and fearful. In addition, due to the previous plan of Volga Canidi, I did not continue to take action. I carried the soul-stealing sword in front of me.
This meter-long, ferocious sword hilt stood outside like a ghost, but the sound appeared directly in the ears of everyone present without any warning.
"What he did was very wrong, Tha-Deus," said Gian-Droga. "It would have been worse for him to run away now."
Immediately after the seventh and eighth, within just a few minutes, all 20 White Dark Jedi were dead! Those who were powerful enough could not even face Darth Malthael.