721. Master is kind and disciple is filial.
Das-Malthael was silent. He seemed to sigh, and he seemed to be just taking a deep breath. After a long time, he turned his head and said slowly, "Do you know what I think?"
"Although I can't know your thoughts, I hope you can think about this issue carefully." Qui-Gon-Jin's heroic spirit said.
"What I'm thinking is... since the destruction of Galactic Republic is inevitable, and since a new the Empire will rise from the ruins of Galactic Republic... then... hehehehehehe..." Das-Malthael said, suddenly laughing, his laughter getting louder and louder, "Hahahahaha! Ahhahahahahahaha!"
There was a terrifying ferocity in his eyes, and under Dark Side Force, his eyes even had a touch of gold, "Then... why can't this emperor be me? Hehehehehe..."
"If that's the case, what's the difference between you and Das-Sidious?" Qui-Gon-Jin didn't have much of a reaction, and just asked the same calmly.
Das-Malthael had already calmed down, and he said calmly, "If you don't give it a try, who knows?"
Qui-Gon-Jin took his eyes away from Das-Malthael and looked at the bottomless cave again, "Dawn Star Planet's black tea, after all, I still couldn't drink it a second time."
"Want me to burn some for you?" Das-Malthael asked.
"Can you burn it and give it to me?" Qui-Gon-Jin felt a little strange.
"This is a custom on Dawn Star Planet. As long as something is burned in front of the deceased's grave, the thing will be delivered to the deceased." Das-Malthael said.
"It sounds like the living are just using this method to ease their nostalgia for the deceased... and maybe it will develop into a living sacrifice." Qui-Gon-Jin said.
"Ha, that was something from the feudal era." Das-Malthael smiled.
"Dawn Star Planet Where is the feudal era?" Qui-Gon-Jin asked.
Das-Malthael just smiled and said nothing.
"You failed! Darth-Malthael!" Darth-Pregas roared.
"You betrayed me! In the end, you still accomplished nothing!"
"You have no control over your power, you are just a slave to it!"
"Look at you! Who are you? Who does your the Will belong to?!" Pregas's voice seemed to come from all directions.
"You are far inferior to Darth-Sidious! You are not worthy to be compared with him at all!"
"You kidnapped everyone in Fourth Civilization! You just did it for your own ambitions!"
"But even so, you still failed!"
"Dark Side Force! Death Force! You never really had it!"
"It's the power that chooses you! It's not that you have the power!"
"What did I see?"
"What do I feel?"
"What did I teach you?"
Everything around him seemed to be spinning, and every tree in the dense jungle seemed to begin to grow and twist, with branches and leaves falling off, and dry branches reaching towards him like claws.
Suddenly, there was a trance in front of my eyes. Where are these trees? They are clearly Das-Pregas!
They were in ragged clothes, and the flesh on their bodies had long since rotted and stinked. They tore off their respirators, and their chinless mouths turned into pitch-black Blackhole, bottomless!
Countless Das-Pregas rushed up and surrounded Das-Malthael. They tore and bit Das-Malthael's body crazily, and kept reveling and shouting.
The skin was torn, the blood was sucked, and the muscles were gnawed... The curse words were continuously passed into the mind, and even the ears were torn off, they still couldn't stop it.
Pain, endless pain, but I couldn't even move or scream, I could only open my eyes and endure it.
Opening his eyes suddenly, Das-Malthael found that he was still standing at the entrance of the cave. He found that his surroundings were in a mess as if they had been swept by a tornado.
It seems that Das-Pregas's questions are still coming from inside the cave...
"What did I see?"
"What do I feel?"
"What did I teach you?"
"Tang Xiao! Tang Xiao! Tang Xiao!!!"
Das-Malthael suddenly seemed to have been hit hard and was knocked to the ground by an invisible force. Then he raised his hands and strangled his neck tightly. The force became stronger and stronger, and even nosebleeds came out.
When he was about to suffocate, he finally regained control of his body and collapsed to the ground.
Qui-Gon-The golden heroic spirit floated over at some point and looked at him condescendingly, "This is the seventh time since you came here. Dark Side Force, but it has never been a gift, young Sith Lord. Do you think you control the power? No, it is the power that controls you."
"Can it be solved?" Das-Malthael fell to the ground and looked at the sky indifferently.
"Maybe, but why should I save a Sith Lord whose hands are stained with blood?" Qui-Gon-Jin asked, "Actually, I just want to see how you will die."
Das-Malthael stood up with some difficulty and rearranged his clothes, "You don't have to be pretentious, Master Qui-Gon. I know where my problem is - Das-Pregas."
"Your master? Speaking of which, if you hadn't told me, I would never have imagined that the highly respected financial giant in the galaxy was actually a Sith Lord." Qui-Gon-Jin said.
"You wouldn't even think that Chancellor Palpatine is Das-Sidious, right?" Das-Malthael said.
"So I think that the destruction of Galactic Republic is not unjust. Including Jedi Order, maybe it has reached its last moment." Qui-Gon-Jin shook his head and sighed.
"Same as Darth-Tenebrus, Darth-Pregas also manipulated me." Darth-Malthael raised his hands and looked at it in front of him, "Sith Lord will not trust anyone. Even if I give all my loyalty and even Dawn Star Planet's everything to him, he still leaves me with the last resort."
"Oh, you Sith Lord are really passed down from generation to generation. I mean, in every sense... the apprentice kills the master, and the master plots against the apprentice... Why don't you think about it, when will Das-Lilim kill you?" Qui-Gon-Jin mocked.
"I must thank Planet Dagobah. It's not that this planet is special. Maybe I'm still in the dark and don't know that Darth-Pregas left me a gift. However, this is not the key. The key is..." Das-Malthael ignored Qui-Gon-Jin's sarcasm, looked at the cave again, and murmured, "What did he see? What did he feel? What did he teach me?"