1921. Spark (17)
Yes! He... is not General Grievous from Confederacy of Independent Systems! He is Grievous! It's Super Soldier who is respected as a demigod by Caladanian! He is the hero who leads Caladanian to bravely resist the invasion of Yamrii!!
Keyman-Jai-Sheelal... His former name!! This name makes the invader Yamrii tremble! This demigod of Caladanian, who led Cold Weapon Era, defeated Yamrii of the interstellar era!
Yes... yes!
But to accomplish this great feat, he needs more helpers! And he does! Izvoshra... The most elite and powerful general under his command! By the way, it's them! Hakimi, Dilar... Yes! It's them!
Then... then... there seems to be another name... Why does even my soul tremble when I think of this name?
Londru-Liji-Kummar...
Kummar... The figure wielding the double swords on the battlefield... The elf on the battlefield, Reaper of Yamrii, is also... another demigod!
Only when two demigods are present at the same time, can Caladanian truly possess the god who came to the world!
Londru-Liji-Kummar...Kummar...Kummar...
"Uhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Grievous suddenly raised his head and let out a terrifying roar, "Kummar!! They killed Kummar!!! That was a conspiracy!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ofrog coming!"
I'm back, my memories are back!
That's right, on that beach, Kummar was besieged by Yamrii's conspiracy! That Kummar who taught him sword skills! The most reliable partner on the battlefield is also the deepest lover in my heart...Kummar!
Beach... beach...?
More pictures appeared in Grievous's mind, yes, the beach! However, lying on the beach, as helpless as rotten flesh... why me?
I tried my best to raise my eyes, but all I saw were two blurry figures...
My spaceship... my spaceship was shot down! Why... why does Yamrii know my sailing route? And who can rescue me ashore immediately after being shot down?
In the explosion when the spacecraft was attacked, my body was completely damaged, and even my limbs were no longer noticeable. Only the weak heartbeat was left... One more minute later, and I would have died. But... who? Bringing my boss up in such a timely manner...
"Murder... this is a conspiracy!! Yes! This is a conspiracy!!!" General Grievous was almost crazy.
He raised his head suddenly, his animalistic eyes exuding a terrifying fierce light! Then he waved the four Lightsabers in his hands again, slashing towards the only target in front of him - Darth Malthael!!
However...
Buzz!!! A blood-red Lightsaber blocked General Grievous and four Lightsabers! Not moving at all!
Facing the crazy General Grievous, Das-Malthael blocked all his attacks with a sword in one hand! For the duel between the Force and Lightsaber, such madness will make General Grievous even weaker.
"Yes, a conspiracy." Das-Malthael said with a ferocious smile, "Then think about it, who shot down your spaceship? You should have seen him."
"Who... who is it!!" General Grievous roared like a wild beast.
His memory was becoming clearer at this moment... He saw it! After his broken body was brought up by the boss like a pile of rotten meat, the Will, the last remaining bit of survival, made him raise his hand and stretch out his only left hand, which was almost burned into bones, to the person standing in front of him!
But what greeted him was a ruthless electric shock!
Before everything faded into darkness, he saw the man and heard the voice...
[Senator Palpatine, I have completed your commission and dealt with this Caladanian...] General Grievous's pupils suddenly tightened! Because he knew this voice!
Before all his consciousness dissipated, the person standing in front of him and reporting the results of the conspiracy as if nothing had happened was...
Count Dooku!!
All movements returned to calm, General Grievous stood quietly on the spot, the rage surging in his heart subsided at this moment!
Caladanian's demigod has never been one to be swayed by emotions!
"Count Dooku..." Grievous's voice sounded like a demon from hell, "Why?"
"Because he needs a powerful general to command the billions of Separatists battle robots to fight a full-scale civil war with Galactic Republic." Das-Malthael said lightly.
"Galactic Republic, they colluded with Huk, accepted bribes from those bugs, and forced mediation and ended the war when countless of our soldiers shed their blood and sacrificed their lives to finally win..." Grievous said slowly, "And once the war stops, Huk, as a star civilization, can easily recover and take back all our victory, and then... they will slaughter us Caladanian."
Huk is the insulting name given to Yamrii by Caladanian, which means a body without a soul.
"This is an inevitable result, and it is also a result that I will not let happen." Das-Malthael said.
"Galactic Republic and Jedi Order are our Caladanian's enemies forever! If Count Dooku just says a word, I will naturally encourage him and help him destroy Galactic Republic. But... why?" Grievous is still questioning.
"Because what they want is a general who is absolutely loyal, cold-blooded, and as precise and efficient as a machine. Not a cunning, cruel, elusive general who has the highest reputation among Caladanian." Das-Malthael said, "However, as I understand, there is no absolute loyalty in this universe. Anyone who wants the so-called absolute loyalty will eventually be backlashed by loyalty."
"Palpatine was also the mastermind behind the scenes... At that time, more than ten years ago, they were already planning this war. The establishment of the Galactic Empire was the end of countless conspiracies." General Grievous's thinking was very sharp, and he understood this.
"Then what do you want?" General Grievous asked.
A twisted and ferocious smile appeared on the corner of Darth-Malthael's mouth, "I want to... destroy all of this... Galactic Empire, Confederacy of Independent Systems, Palpatine, Count Dooku... should all... die."
"What do you want me to do?" General Grievous asked again.
"Do what you want." Das-Malthael replied.
General Grievous Without saying a word, he pulled the broken cloak over to cover his face, turned around and left without hesitation, without saying a single unnecessary word.