Arbat stretched out his wrinkled left hand and stroked the door in front of him, wondering if he should push it open.

This is the main ship in the spaceship that besieged them. As an important department in maintaining the order of the galaxy, Yarbat is no stranger to Jabba, a big criminal who is active in the fringe star area. With his understanding of this big worm, at this moment this guy Should be a blessing in this ship.

The beauties sent by human traffickers from various star regions will surround this slug. His dirty and thick tongue is doing disgusting things, and maybe he will perform some restricted-level pictures; if this slug can look better, It may be quite ornamental, but the appearance of the Hutts is not very pleasing in most parts of the galaxy, and Yarbat is ready to accept such a visual impact.

The old Jedi was very curious, why this guy called the aggression, but conspired with the guy behind this planet, he opened the door, but the scene inside the door was a bright red blood.

He drew out his lightsaber, passed Jabba the Hutt whose neck had been chopped off, passed the dignified and frightened crew, and walked behind the Darth Vader in the main cabin.

Six lightsabers and a dozen blaster guns appeared in all directions of the cabin, silently besieging the old Jedi in the center.

...

Boom!

The lightsaber went out the moment it was released, and the hilt flipped twice in the air, landing in a patch of tattered wood.

Dooku wriggled his hands with difficulty and lifted his twisted face, sweat, dust and blood falling drop by drop from his cheeks.

He looked at the masked man who was still sitting at the back of the bar and called himself "Crazy" with slightly scattered eyes, and felt the fear in his heart.

He struggled to use the force to summon a lightsaber that fell on a pile of tattered furniture not far away. This action that he could easily do a few years ago was now as heavy as a thousand pounds, sensing the force of the whole world. They were all twisting and turbulent, and the world in front of him seemed to collapse at any time. He knew that this was an illusion formed by the Force, but what frightened him was that his mind did not have any power to deny these illusions, which meant that he could not completely resist the spirit of the other party. invasion.

Not only in spirit, but also in combat skills. Dooku is confident that he has already used all his skills, force control, swordsmanship, and mental attack. Can't even use it.

The strange feeling of collapse all over his body was accompanied by vague tears. Dooku had never experienced this kind of symptoms.

The fibrils were eroded by the other.

He looked at the mask that seemed to always be ridiculed, and the horror in his heart deepened infinitely. He never thought that there would be such a force fighting skill.

He can imagine the principle of this technique, using the force to interfere with the fiber, but to be able to make the force wave bypass the opponent's control, what a fine control skill is required.

Dooku began to doubt life. He had never thought about such a skill in the Jedi Temple.

The flames surrounded the bar that was broken in two, making the already distorted space even more false. Dooku had lost the ability to sense the reality or illusion of the world. He stood up with difficulty, but he had already started to retreat.

This is not an opponent he can handle.

In just two rounds, Dooku realized this, and under his completely confused perception, he didn't even know how strong the opponent was.

He roared violently, turned and rushed out the door.

A flame stopped in front of him. The huge explosion of flames pushed him back into the room, lying on his feet on the wreckage of the furniture, the weird mask above his head, and a playful voice wafted out:

"Huh? The great Jedi chose to flee in the face of evil! This is unscientific! Shouldn't it be the life and death of Gouli Galaxy, how could he run away because he couldn't fight?" Dare to claim justice?"

"Shut up! Don't insult me! Monster!" Dooku was furious, and the feeling of being fooled made him insist on justice again: "You can defeat me, but it is impossible to defeat all those who insist on justice! You will be buried in the dark abyss, Being cast aside by hundreds of thousands of light-years and trillions of beings, your stigma will endure in the world, rotting with the hatred and hatred of all beings!"

"RUA! I'm so afraid!" Crazy pretended to be shocked, and kicked Dooku into the ceiling with a sudden kick. With a loud bang, Dooku was embedded in the ceiling, a face close to Crazy Takanashi: "But do you really believe in justice? Or do you only believe in yourself? Or do you not even believe in yourself?"

"A real person of justice will not ask the question just now." Crazy laughed: "Dooku, were you thinking just now that with power, everything is possible? This is the thought that a Jedi should have. ?"

"Shut up!" Dooku's eyes widened: "You despicable and shameless person, don't try to erode me in this way, I know all your tricks!"

"Then I'll help you!" The mad voice was soft, with a bewitching tone: "I'm good at mind control techniques; I'll help you, how about I help you wash away all the contradictions and selfishness in your mind? That way? You can be a good Jedi. That should be a good idea, right? Dooku, you worry about your people, you think you are responsible to them? You think you can prevent the Republic by being a Jedi Corruption and bad governance endanger your people? That's not it, you're just a little guy with little power. Jedi masters praise you? Think you will become a master in the future? Do you think what they say is true? Give it up, you don't I can't do it, look at my power..."

The flames wrapped around the madness, making his face look even more distorted, and a strange attraction made Dooku couldn't help but look at him: "Do you think my power is very strong? No, than with you. In fact, I'm still a lot worse than him, but my force technology makes you unable to fight back, do you think you're really talented for the force?"

"No!" Dooku shouted, "whether lightning or fire, it's all tricks and tricks! It's a waste to use the force like you do, my force is not strong enough for you to bully like this, if I have yar The power of Master Bart, these little tricks are completely useless."

"Little trick? This kind of trick can show your control over the force. If your control over the force is not so different from mine, even if the force is insufficient, you won't be able to tear the fibril by me, as it is now. There is no resistance." The madman laughed at Dooku's shallow understanding: "These are not important, Dooku, admit it, you have no ability to make the justice of the Jedi and your justice have the best of both worlds:

You are just an ordinary person with a little talent. For the cause of the Jedi, you must sacrifice your selfishness, but if you want to be careful about your selfishness, you will eventually betray the Jedi. "

Sweat poured out of Dooku's forehead. He tried hard to use the force to close his hearing, but he couldn't. He stared wide-eyed and snarled in vain, completely losing the demeanor of aristocratic and generational political families.

"Cowardice is born of wisdom! Desire is no joy! You don't have the great wisdom to make decisions, so why don't you accept my help?" To die before me, to be a hero, shouldn't the philosophy of the Jedi be like this? No, ah, so be it, if you accept my help, I can not kill you ah, a dead-brained Jedi attracts If it's not my interest, I can completely let you go."

Laughing madly, no one doubted that he wouldn't do it - brainwashing a wavering enemy into a mortal enemy, and then letting him go, this kind of madman can do it.

"Mad...you're a lunatic!" Dooku was covered in cold sweat, and there was a hint of despair in his furious roar. He was furious in his own heart, because the heroic future he was talking about was not what he wanted at all.

Acknowledging this reality, Dooku realized that he could never be a true Jedi.

He felt selfishness and fear that he could not deny, and the extreme anger and inferiority made him lose his mind:

"Stop teasing me!—kill me! Monster!"

"Haha, or let's put it another way and abandon the outdated Jedi justice, so you can maintain your responsibility to your hometown, right? Not only will I not stop it, I will help you." He laughed wildly: " My strength and will will soon descend upon the galaxy, free them from their chains, and grant them immortality and freedom."

"You are dreaming!" Dooku roared: "I am the son of the Galactic Republic, and I was born with the will of the Republic. Your crooked ways cannot win, and the power of the Galactic Civilization Society will crush you and make you realize your crimes. And be responsible for it!"

"Let's not talk about whether you can represent the Galactic Republic, I'm very unhappy with your statement." The frantic tone was a little mischievous, as if rolling his eyes: "Why do I always have a bunch of people holding things when I do things? What country and society make me responsible, why do I have to accept their education, are they right? Why can't I educate society? I am not convinced!"

With a crazy scream, he grabbed Dooku's neck: "This baby wants to teach you how to behave like society!"

puff.

Dooku heard someone laugh in a trance, but it seemed to be an illusion. He just looked at the mad fist, and his heart was full of resentment and despair. The enemy in front of him was definitely not something he could resist, and no one could save him at this moment. He began to hate, and in addition to hating, he also doubted the meaning of his years of persistence. The way of the Jedi Knight simply could not help him achieve his ideal, and even pushed him into such a dangerous situation.

Heavy negative emotions eroded every inch of his thoughts, and with Bai He's heavy punches, he fell to the ground ~lightnovelpub.net~ and passed out.

Crazy took off the mask, revealing Bai He's face, he looked at the inner shell of the mask and put it back on again, looking a little funny.

"You want to introduce him to the dark side?" Snook was wearing a white robe - Baihe didn't know why he liked this color, he looked down at Dooku, who had fainted, waved his hand, and there were two An apprentice appeared and dragged him out the door: "What's the point of doing this?"

"His family has considerable influence in the Galactic Republic's political system, and he himself is a very destructive guy." Crazy, that is, Bai He smiled, these are of course tested by the plot, this guy became a Sith The subsequent performance can be said to be excellent in singing and writing: "Since there is a good time to blacken him, why not do it?"

"Veda, I want to ask you a question." Snook was silent for a moment, then suddenly opened his mouth.

"Um?"

"You are using the thirst for power and the contradiction of justice to break his heart." Snook pondered the language: "What kind of moral error is there in the thirst for power? Why are these sanctimonious guys? How would you reject such a feeling?"

He wondered why these Jedi knights were ashamed of this notion.

The experience of life has made Snook a person who sees strength as his life - maybe strength is not the ultimate goal, but it is certainly true that nothing can be done without it.

Even though his vision has been broadened after contacting Baihe, he still feels that strength is very important, and he needs strength to do anything. Even if he doesn't do it himself, being able to influence others to do things is a kind of strength.

There should be an organization that thinks that the pursuit of power is a wrong concept, and Snook can't understand it anyway.

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