Fourth Scourge of Star Wars

Chapter 330: It's Miserable

Chapter 330: It's Miserable

"The Black Sun has been destroyed, my lord. Now this once glorious organisation, known as the largest Criminal Syndicate in the Galaxy, has been completely swept into history, and only a few mice are left lingering in the corner, forever It's impossible to become a climate anymore." Darth Sidious knelt on one knee and said to Darth Plagueis very respectfully.

"Oh? The Black Sun has been wiped out?" Darth Plagueis raised his eyes.

"Yes, Darth Maul has found their last lair, a fortress on Planet Ralltiir. The leader of the Black Sun, Alexi Garyn, is hiding there, and the Night Sisters he hired, Mighella."

"The Nightsisters? Haven't they been hiding on Planet Dathomir, tinkering with their so-called mysterious rituals? It's really rare for their members to come out and accept the employment of the Black Sun." Darth Plagueis frowned.

"But not even the Nightsisters can stop the blades of our Sith! Darth Maul has killed them all, leaving none of the top brass of the Dark Sun. Their heads are arranged in a wonderful pattern, burning in blazing flames! There is no better way to proclaim our horror!" Darth Sidious let out a twisted laugh.

"Very well, the disintegration of the Black Sun has left a large gap in the underground world of the Galaxy, and it will also make our strength stronger! Hahahaha!" Darth Plagueis seemed in a good mood.

Sidious further said: "After years of training and training, Darth Maul has also 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 charge of his own side and contribute more strength to us."

Darth Plagueis glanced at him, understanding that this was Sidious asking for a reward, and at the same time, he was further probing, hoping to understand the position of him and Darth Maul's master and apprentice.

However, Plagueis just smiled and said: "Darth Maul, you have trained very well. If you don't ask me to wipe his ass occasionally...for example, Lorne Pavan..." His gaze swept across Sidious like a poisonous snake.

"At that time, Darth Maul had already found Lorne Pavan's hiding place, but he was obstructed during the mission process, which did not affect his final completion of the mission," Sidious said very vaguely, no matter It can be explained in any way, but at the same time, it is also using this incident to test Darth Plagueis's reaction.

For example, is the mysterious man that Darth Maul saw actually one of Plagueis' subordinates, or even...another apprentice...

"Hehehehe... I naturally hope that he has really completed the task." Darth Plagueis's words were equally vague, and seemed even more sinister!

Darth Sidious didn't dare to speak, and buried his head deeper, almost to his chest, with an extremely submissive posture.

"Now our plan has reached the most critical moment! The countdown to Vinis Valorum's resignation has entered. When all the dust settles, you will get the rewards you deserve. Whether it is you or Darth Maul." Darth Plagueis turned the subject and didn't continue to talk about the topic just now, but at the same time he also coldly rejected Sidious's offer of reward.

"It's our honor..." Sidious said with a bow.

Darth Plagueis suddenly said, "By the way, considering that you are isolated and helpless in the Galactic Senate, I think I will also enter the Galactic Senate at an appropriate time and assist you in the election for the speaker. What do you think?"

"I will make arrangements immediately. I believe that within 7 standard days, you will be able to join the Galactic Senate as the former Co-Chairman of the Interstellar Banking Clan and serve as an Economic Advisor." Darth Sidious replied without any hesitation. He spoke very smoothly as if this plan had already been planned countless times in his mind.

"That's it." Darth Plagueis was indifferent and terrible, and he cut off communication directly.

Darth Sidious's expression instantly became cloudy and uncertain, his eyes revealed a fierce look, and he spits out a few words, "Darth... Plagueis..."

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Planet Hypori.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! A group of Droids walked by in neat steps. They patrolled around and found nothing unusual, so they continued to move forward and quickly walked away.

After a long time, a piece of yellow sand suddenly moved slightly, and then a lump rose, and a person stood up from under the hot yellow sand, and it was Darth Malthael.

But now, even if he returned to the Glory Mothership if he didn't perform a DNA scan and comparison, no one would recognize him.

He is now covered in gray hair, with a shaggy beard, sunken eye sockets and chapped lips, and he has lost a lot of weight. His originally well-proportioned figure now looks as thin as a telephone pole. He didn't wear a shirt, and the outline of his ribs was clearly visible between his breaths. With this appearance, even beggars below the 5000th floor of Coruscant would feel pity for him.

He was wearing a cloak remodeled from a previous jacket, which was covered with stones and gravel. After covering his body and burying himself in the extremely hot yellow sand, the sensors of those robots would never be able to detect it.

Of course, if it is an ordinary person and they are buried in the yellow sand with a temperature exceeding 60 degrees for a while, they will not have to get up, and the effort of erecting a monument and even digging a hole can be saved.

One month! During this month, Darth Malthael has been staying on this hell-like planet. Here, apart from the desert, there are Droid Factories, and the mountains and plains are full of Droids!

Darth Malthael couldn't even find a piece of cloth here, so he could only use his top to transform it into a cloak. In places full of deserts, it is impossible to find water sources, so he can only sneak into the Droid factories built underground at great risk to drink the industrial water that smells like 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 still found some mutated bugs in the place where the factory discharged wastewater. He used what he learned now, and used the Life Force given to him by Darth Plagueis to transform these bugs and manipulate fibri.s The body grows some disgusting-looking but not many pollutant tumors from the bugs, which are then cut off and eaten.

And the pursuit of Droids has never stopped for almost a moment.

Because his Fighter was shot down by Darth Plagueis and caused a lot of noise, the Droids all over the planet knew that there were invaders coming to this place. So for this area, those Droids are really restless, almost turning the desert to find him.

Darth Malthael initially had the heart to eliminate some Droid patrols, thinking it would take some pressure off. But it turns out that this is impossible. If he destroys one patrol team, ten more will be sent over there immediately!

He found that ordinary Blaster Guns are not very useful, and now the B-2 Super Battle Droids in those Droid patrols have added Rocket Launchers on their shoulders!

The worst thing is, his biggest reliance is to control the power of death by himself, but the problem is that there are all fucking Droids here, where can we find dead people?!