329. Miserable and miserable
"Black Sun has been destroyed, my lord. Now this once glorious gang, known as the largest gang in the galaxy, has been completely swept into the garbage heap of history. Only a few rats are left hiding in the corner and lingering. They will never become a thing again." Darth-Sidious knelt down on one knee and said to Darth-Pregas very respectfully.
"Oh? Black Sun has been eliminated?" Das-Pregas raised his eyes.
"Yes, Darth-Maul found their last lair, a fortress located in Raltir planet. The leader of Black Sun, Alexi-Garin, is hiding there, as well as the Nightsister Order member Miguela he hired."
"Nightsister Order? Aren't they always hiding in Dathomir planet, doing their so-called mysterious rituals? Their members go out and accept employment from Black Sun. This is indeed rare." Das-Pregas frowned.
"But even Nightsister Order can't stop our Sith's sharp blade! Das-Maul has killed them all, and Black Sun's top management None of them were left alive. Their heads were arranged in a wonderful pattern and then burned in blazing flames! There is no more suitable way to promote our terror!" Das-Sidious let out a twisted laugh.
"Very good, the disintegration of Black Sun has created a large void in the underground world of the galaxy, and will also make our power stronger! Hahahaha!" Das-Pregas seemed to be in a good mood.
Sidious further said, "After these years of training and training, Das-Maul has become a powerful and sharp blade. He has proven his worth in many places, and he has completed every task perfectly. I believe that in our plan, he can also take on his own role and contribute more to us."
Das-Pregas glanced at him and understood that this was Sidious asking for a reward. At the same time, he was also conducting further testing, hoping to understand the position between him and Das-Maul's master and disciple.
However, Pregas just smiled faintly and said, "Dass-Maul, you have trained very well. If you don't occasionally ask me to wipe his butt for him... for example, Lorn-Pavan..." His eyes swept over Sidious like a poisonous snake.
"At that time, Das-Maul had already found Lorn-Pavan's hiding place, but he was blocked during the mission. This did not affect his final completion of the mission." Sidious's words were very vague, no matter how he explained it, but at the same time, he was using this incident to test Das-Pregas's reaction.
For example, was the mysterious man that Das-Maul saw a subordinate of Pregas, or even... another apprentice...
"Hehehehe... I naturally hope that he has really completed the mission." Das-Pregas's words were equally unclear, and seemed more sinister!
Das-Sidious did not dare to speak, and buried his head deeper into the ground, almost to his chest, with an extremely submissive attitude.
"Now our plan has reached the most critical moment! The countdown to Phineas-Valorum's ouster has begun. When all the dust falls, you will get the rewards you deserve. No matter you "It's still Das-Maul." Das-Pregas changed the topic and did not continue the topic, but at the same time he coldly rejected Sidious's offer of reward.
"This is our honor..." Sidious lowered his head and said.
Das-Pregas suddenly said, "By the way, considering that you are isolated and helpless in Galactic Senate, I think that when the time is right, I will also enter Galactic Senate and assist you in your election for speaker. What do you think?"
"I will make arrangements immediately. I believe that within 7 standard days, you will be able to join Galactic Senate as the former co-chairman of the InterGalactic Banking Clan and assume the role of economic advisor." Das-Sidious answered without any hesitation. He spoke very smoothly, as if this plan had been planned countless times in his mind.
"That's it." Das-Pregas was terrifyingly indifferent, and he cut off the communication directly.
Das-Sidious's expression instantly became uncertain, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he spat out a few words, "Dass...Pregas..."
Hypori planet.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! A group of robots walked past in neat steps. They patrolled around and found nothing unusual, so they continued to move forward and soon went away.
After a long time, a piece of yellow sand suddenly moved slightly, and then a lump rose up. A person stood up from under the hot yellow sand. It was Das-Malthael.
But now, even if he returns to Glory mothership, no one will be able to recognize him without a DNA scan and comparison.
He is now covered in dirt, Beard, with sunken eye sockets and chapped lips. He has also lost weight. His originally relatively well-proportioned figure now looks as thin as a telephone pole. He was not wearing a shirt, and the outline of his ribs was clearly visible when he breathed. With this look, even beggars below the Coruscant 5000 level would probably pity him.
He was wearing a cloak that was repurposed from a previous coat. It was covered with stones and gravel. He put it on his body and buried himself in the extremely hot yellow sand. The robot's sensors had no chance of detecting it.
Of course, if you are an ordinary person, you will not need to get up after being buried in the yellow sand with a temperature exceeding 60 degrees for a while. You can save the time of erecting a monument and even digging a hole.
One month! In this month, Darth-Malthael has been staying on this hell-like planet. Here, in addition to deserts, there are factories, and the mountains and plains are full of robots!
Malthael He couldn't even find a piece of cloth here, so he could only use his own top to transform it into a cloak. In a place full of deserts, it was impossible to find water. He could only risk great dangers and sneak into the robot factories built underground to drink the industrial water that smelled of engine oil and rust.
As for food, don't even think about it. There aren't even bugs on this planet!
In the end, he found some mutated little bugs in the wastewater discharge area of the factory. He learned how to use them now and used the Life Force given to him by Das-Pregas to transform these bugs. He controlled Chlamydiae to grow some disgusting-looking tumors without much pollutants from the bugs, and then cut them off and ate them.
And the robot's pursuit hardly stopped for a moment.
Because his shuttle was shot down by Darth-Pregas and caused a lot of noise, the robots on the entire planet knew that there were invaders coming to this place. So for this area, those robots were really working around the clock and almost turned the desert over to find it.
Darth-Malthael had the guts to eliminate some robot patrols at first, thinking that this would relieve some pressure. But it turns out that this is impossible. If he eliminates one patrol, ten more will be sent over immediately!
It is found that ordinary blasters are of little use. Now the B-2 super battle robots among the robot patrols have rocket launchers installed on their shoulders!
The worst thing is that his biggest reliance is to control Death Force himself, but the problem is that this place is full of fucking robots, where can they find dead people?!