1199. Swearing in the street
"... You have cut off the inheritance of Sith! You are just a group of ignorant fools who happen to use Dark Side Force!" Macca-Ragnos roared loudly.
"You guys are clinging to their old ways. If you were destroyed once by Jedi Order, you will put your face in front of them and be destroyed again. The golden age you think is just a turtle lingering on the edge of the galaxy!" Das-Malthael said tit for tat.
"We have restored the glory of Sith!"
"Then I lost everything in one year!"
"We laid the foundation for Dark Side Force!"
"Ha! You relied on Jedi Order's teachings to defeat Sith, and then used Sith's bloodline to perfect Dark Side Force. How much of it was your own research?"
"We have resisted Jedi Order for thousands of years!"
"Then how many Jedi Knight have you killed? How many Galactic Republic planets have you occupied? How many of their fleets have you destroyed? Have you seen what Coruscant looks like? Let me ask you, how many floors does Coruscant have?"
"Three... three thousand seven hundred floors!"
"Wrong! It's the 5127th floor! You don't even know what Coruscant looks like. You're pitifully waiting to die in Outer Rim. Why do you have any reason to claim that you are in the golden age!?"
"5,000 years ago, that was 3,700 floors!"
"Ah, yes, you also know that it was 5,000 years ago! Old bachelor. Do you know what the Milky Way looks like now? Do you think what you did 5,000 years ago is still useful?"
"You... you damn little chicken!"
"Then you are an old bachelor who has been hiding in a grave for the rest of his life!"
"I'm going to pull out your soul... then..."
"Then you smoke one and let me see! You smoke it! Believe it or not, I will go and put a fire on your grave right now?!"
"If you can, come and put one in!"
"Then come and suck my soul! Come on!"
"How dare you come here and set fire to see how tender I am to kill you!"
"If you dare to take my soul away, I will tear down your house and dig out your bones to build a doghouse!!"
"Come here!"
"Come here!"
Darth-Malthael and Maca-Ragnos were quarreling with their hands on their hips in an imageless manner. It was completely unimaginable that one of them was the great monarch who created the Sith Empire golden age 5,000 years ago, and the other was the powerful Sith Lord who was in charge of a separate faction in the galaxy.
This is simply two shrews yelling at each other.
Moreover, Das-Malthael is even more powerful when it comes to scolding. He was already very familiar with the plot and history of "Star Wars", and now he has absorbed Karness-Muur The soul of, with the knowledge of the first generation Sith Lord 7,000 years ago, it can be said that his understanding of the ancient Sith is even inferior to Marka Ragnos.
You must know that if Karness-Muur appears in front of Marka Ragnos, then this Sith Emperor will have to bow his head and call his ancestor.
However, the two people became more and more angry. From the initial theoretical dispute, to the later slander of each other, it turned out that Marka Ragnos was no match. Das-Malthael grabbed hold of his Sith Empire and ridiculed the fact that it was destroyed within one year of Hyperspace War. He had no choice at all.
In the end, it turned into a barren personal attack between the two, a three-word mantra, greetings to immediate family members and a certain organ. Ah, this is what Tang Xiao is best at.
He is not Darth-Pregas, who had his chin chopped off, wore a respirator, and even had his tongue tied.
Das-Malthael sat down on his seat, crossed his legs, took a sip of the mint tea that he had prepared a long time ago, pointed at Maka Ragnos' nose and cursed, "Your mother is a dick and your dad is a dick, you think I don't know?"
"You!"
"When you were three years old, you peeked at a woman taking a shower..."
"I..."
"Forcing a woman to watch you take a shower at the age of four!"
Marka Ragnos was furious, "You'd better pray that you don't come to Valley of the Dark Lords in this life! Otherwise, I will tear you apart from body to soul bit by bit... huh?"
He suddenly seemed to feel that something was wrong, and looked at Das-Malthael coldly, "You are actually plotting against me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared instantly.
Das-Malthael looked at the empty front, expressionless, and drank the mint tea in the cup in one gulp.
He cheated on Marka Ragnos, yes, but not enough.
This fight was not in vain.
After he discovered that Marka Ragnos was coming, he quietly activated Death Force, wrapped his shuttle, and then scolded Sith Emperor while secretly trying to absorb the power of his soul and put his own mark on him.
But this little move was eventually discovered by Marka Ragnos, and he was able to directly break through his own Death Force barrier and leave the shuttle. From this point of view alone, the power possessed by the ghost of Marka Ragnos is extraordinary.
And unlike the time when he absorbed Karness-Muur, this time when facing Sith Kings from Valley of the Dark Lords, he did not have the container of Celeste Morn to limit him, and he also had Draper's stasis pod to imprison the opponent's soul.
What is supposed to come will always come, and all of this must be faced in the end.
Das-Malthael took a short rest, then returned to the cab and controlled the spacecraft to land in the desert of Planet Korriban.
He put the black cloak on his body, covered his face with the hood, hung Lightsaber around his waist, put on Kresh's Gauntlet, and opened the hatch.
A strong wind mixed with yellow sand blew against his face, blowing his cloak loudly.
A blood-red sun hung in the sky, but it didn't bring much warmth, and it just made people feel colder.
Amid the dust blown by the strong wind, a rugged valley was vaguely visible ahead.
Das-Malthael stepped off the spacecraft and set foot on this desolate land. At his feet, a black snake with two horns was twisting its body wildly and leaving.
Planet Korriban creatures are all imbued with Dark Side Force. They naturally avoid Dark Side strong men like Das-Malthael.
Das-Malthael just walked step by step, facing the wind and sand towards the valley ahead.
"...His Excellency the Chancellor, this is the report sent by the 8th Army. They hope to pass a motion to send additional reinforcements to the 8th Army. Currently Geth The ravages of have become very serious..." Vice Chancellor Mas-Amedda very respectfully presented a piece of information to the kind-hearted old man in front of him.
Chancellor of the Galactic Republic, Sheev-Palpatine.
Palpatine opened the memory and directly browsed the files inside. He smiled and shook his head, "Ah, my friend Governor Fan Ke is still too impatient... Although we have this plan to deal with Geth's invasion, our current main goal is to deal with the InterGalactic Banking Clan."
"I think he can understand what we mean. However, he proposed this motion because he wanted to use another name to invite reinforcements. In other words, his plan for the InterGalactic Banking Clan did not unfold smoothly..." Mas-Amedda said.
Sheev-Palpatine smiled slightly and pushed the memory aside, "Then let's do this..."
Suddenly! The smile on his face suddenly disappeared!
"His Excellency the Chancellor?" Mas-Amedda suddenly felt that the atmosphere suddenly changed, and the surrounding air seemed to become cold!
"... Postponing tomorrow's meeting, just say that I am ill." Sheev-Palpatine said coldly, "I have something to do and I need to go out and help me cover it up."
"However, our topic tomorrow is very important, and it may be related to our work at Northern Territory..."
Sheev-Palpatine slowly turned his head, looking at Mas-Amedda with his emotionless eyes, as if he were looking at a corpse! His voice was slow, low, and hoarse, as if it came from the mouth of a demon from another dimension, "I said, postpone the meeting."
Mas-Amedda was suddenly sweating profusely. He fell to his knees with a thud and said tremblingly, "Yes... yes... I'll do it right away!"