721The filial piety

Darth Marthael was silent, he seemed to sigh, and it seemed that he was only taking a deep breath. After a long time, he turned his head and said slowly, "You know, what do I think?"

"Although I can't find out what you think, I hope you can think carefully about this issue," said Qui-Gon Jin's Heroic Spirit.

"What I'm thinking is...Since the demise of the Galactic Republic is inevitable, since a new empire will rise from the ruins of the Republic...then...hehehehehe..." Darth Marthael said, suddenly laughing When he got up, his laughter grew louder and louder, "Hahahahahaha! Ahahahahahahaha!"

There was a terrifying fierce light in his eyes, and under the force of the dark side, his eyes even had a touch of gold, "Then... why can't this emperor be me? Hehehehe..."

"If that's the case, what's the difference between you and Darth Sidious?" Qui-Gon Jin didn't react much, just asked the same calmly.

Darth Marthael had already calmed down, and he said lightly: "If you don't try it, who knows?"

Qui-Gon Jin looked away from Darth Marthael, and turned to the bottomless cave again, "After all, I still couldn't drink the black tea from Planet Dawn."

"Want me to burn some for you?" Darth Marthael asked.

"Can you give it to me if you burn it?" Qui-Gon Jin was a little strange.

"This is a custom on the planet of dawn. As long as something is burned at the grave of the deceased, it will be delivered to the deceased," said Das-Masaier.

"It sounds like it's just that the living use this method to ease their nostalgia for the deceased... Moreover, maybe it will develop into a living sacrifice." Qui-Gon-Jin said.

"Ha, that's something from the feudal era." Darth Marthael smiled.

"Where is the feudal age of Dawn Planet?" Qui-Gon-Jin asked.

Darth Marthael just smiled and said nothing.

"You failed! Darth Marthael!" Darth Plagueis growled.

"You betrayed me! In the end, nothing was accomplished!"

"You can't control your power, you're just a slave of power!"

"Look at you! Who are you? Who does your will belong to?!" Plagueis' voice seemed to come from all directions.

"You're nowhere near as good as Darth Sidious! You don't deserve to be compared to him!"

"You kidnapped everyone in the Fourth Civilization! You are just for your own ambitions!"

"But even so, you still failed!"

"The Dark Side Force! The Force of Death! You never really had it!"

"It's the power that chose you! It's not that you have the power!"

"What did I see?"

"What did I feel?"

"What did I teach you?"

Everything around seemed to be spinning, and every tree in the dense jungle seemed to grow and twist, its branches and leaves fell off, and the dry branches reached out to themselves like sharp claws.

Suddenly there was a trance in front of me, where are these trees? It's clearly a Darth Plagueis!

Their clothes were ragged, and the flesh on their bodies had already rotted and smelled. They tore off their respirator, and their jawless mouths turned into pitch-black black holes, bottomless!

Countless Darth Plagueis rushed up to surround Darth Marthael, they tore wildly, gnawed Darth Marthael's body, kept revelling, and kept shouting.

The skin was torn, the blood was sucked, the muscles were bitten... The words of the curse continued to flow into my mind, and even the ears were torn off.

Pain, endless pain, but I can't even move, I can't even scream, I can only open my eyes and bear it.

Suddenly opening his eyes, Darth Marthael found that he was still standing at the entrance of the cave, and he found that it was as if a tornado had swept through him, a mess.

It seems that Darth Plagueis' questions are still coming from the cave...

"What did I see?"

"What did I feel?"

"What did I teach you?"

"Tang Xiao! Tang Xiao! Tang Xiao!!!"

Darth Massay seemed to be hit hard at the moment, knocked to the ground by an invisible force, and then he raised his hands and choked his neck tightly, and the strength was getting stronger and stronger, even more powerful. Nosebleeds came out.

When he was about to suffocate, he finally regained control of his body and collapsed to the ground.

Qui-Gon-Jin's heroic spirit floated over at some point, and looked at him condescendingly, "This is the seventh time since you came here. The dark side of the force can never be said to be a gift, young The Sith Lord. Do you think you have power over you? No, power has you."

"Can it be solved?" Darth Marthael fell to the ground in a big shape, looking at the sky indifferently.

"Maybe, but why would I save a Sith Lord with blood on his hands?" Qui-Gon Jinn asked rhetorically. "Actually, I just wanted to see how you would die."

Darth Malthael got up with some difficulty, and reorganized his clothes. "You don't have to make a fool of yourself, Master Qui-Gon. I know where my problem is - Darth Plagueis."

"Your master? Speaking of which, if you hadn't told me, I would have never imagined that the highly respected financial giant of the galaxy was actually a Sith Lord." Qui-Gon Jin said~www.mtlnovel.com~ You don't even think that Speaker Palpatine is Darth Sidious, right? "Das Marthael said.

"So I think the fall of the Republic is not wrong. The Jedi Order, including the Order, may have come to the end." Qui-Gon Jin shook his head and sighed.

"Like Darth Tenebrous, Darth Plagueis, he did something to me as well." Darth Marthael raised his hands in front of his face to study, "The Sith Lord does not I will believe anyone, even if I dedicate all my loyalty, and even dedicate everything on the Dawn Planet to him, he still leaves me a last resort."

"Oh, your Sith Lords are really passed down from generation to generation. I mean, in various senses... the apprentice kills the master, and the master counts the apprentice... You might as well think about it, Darth Lilim will be there When will it kill you?" Qui-Gon Jinn sneered.

"I have to thank the planet Dagobah, it's not something special about this planet, maybe I'm still in the dark, I don't even know that Darth Plagueis left me a gift. However, this does not It's not the point, the point is..." Darth Marthael ignored Qui-Gon Jin's sarcasm, looked back at the cave, and muttered to himself, "What did he see? What did he feel? He taught what happened to me?"