Marvel crosses Star Wars, and everyone attacks the galaxy

Chapter 543 Evil is still plotting

Several dilapidated temples can be seen on the jungle planet of Yavin 4, which have withstood the test of time.

They are the destination of a group of newcomers who come to this jungle world and trek around this planet full of green plants.

"I've heard many rumors about its existence, but never confirmed. Is this really the place? A masked man speaks, his eyes glowing red.

The leader of the group glanced back at the masked man and continued to stride forward. "Do you doubt me?"

"You can't be too sure, Orwell. Time eats away at everything, even things that think they are immortal."

"How can we be sure what lies within?" a red-skinned Chaglia man asked, his voice echoing through the rainforest. "I wouldn't be surprised if their tomb was overrun by a more cunning enemy."

"That's a lie," a hollow, dark voice interrupted, as if it were the embodiment of the Dark Force itself. "I have seen many tombs that were nothing more than a cover, meant only to attract looters and treasure hunters."

Orwell's voice was steady and powerful. "That is indeed the case, but you don't have to worry. The place we are going to is real."

A group of people dressed in dark Sith costumes walked out of the jungle mist, and in front of them stood a huge temple.

A deafening thunder sounded and a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, not only making the sky darker, but also casting the only light on this group of people.

"Look!" Barel Orville pointed forward devoutly, "That is the tomb of Naga Sadow and Exar Kun."

"We must not be rude intruders," said the Chaglia with a sly smile.

They entered the temple, passing through countless traps and the skeletons of long-dead Sith warriors. Finally, they came to an empty hall with many arches and platforms. In the center of the hall, stood a unique pillar.

The pillar is surrounded by a wall of light, which has continued to shine for more than 4000 years and has never dimmed.

"It's time," Orville whispered, a fanatical gleam in his eyes.

Orwell gently put down the bag on his back and slowly opened it. Inside, there were countless relics hidden.

Among them was Exar Kun's cloth-wrapped lightsaber and the dark holographic dragon. The last thing taken out was the remains of Vodo-Theosk Bass's staff. Although it was broken, it still emitted powerful energy.

"Isn't that a Jedi artifact? I can feel the aura of the Jedi Knight emanating from the staff."

Orville's voice was calm and deep. He explained, "Exar Kun is a man who turned from the light side to the dark side. This staff belonged to former Jedi Master Vodo-Siosk Bass, who was Exar Kun's Jedi Master. This will be an important thing to awaken Exar Kun."

"Nell, Malak," the red-skinned Chagrian said to them, "what have you found?"

"My lord, it's right here." Darth Neil said after a moment of silence, "Just where my finger is pointing."

The Son motioned for the two Sith Lords to stand aside, and then he focused his attention on where Neil pointed. He gathered power in his hands, and black energy surrounded his arms, shooting out quickly and drilling into the ground.

As the black tendrils penetrated deeper and deeper into the ground, the Son of God could not help but increase his strength. Finally, a large, ornately decorated coffin was slowly pulled out.

"Look," the Son said softly, and then slowly moved the coffin to the pillar of the room. "Naga Sadow's coffin. It is placed in the grave of Exar Kun."

Orville motioned for Malak and Neil to go to their designated positions. Moming turned to the other dark side practitioners they brought with them and waved his hand lightly. Dozens of practitioners each occupied an area. They surrounded the artifacts and resting places of the ancient Sith lords.

The Son of God mobilized his strength and carved a series of mysterious symbols on the cold floor, constructing a huge circle, and on top of this circle, six smaller circles were cleverly inlaid.

At this time, Guszerian released a green pillar of fire from her body. She gently held the pillar of fire, and the green flame gradually dissipated, revealing an ancient and gorgeous sword. The blade and scabbard were engraved with Sith characters, and green sparks danced on its surface and then gradually extinguished. When it was placed on the carved ritual circle, a solemn and mysterious atmosphere spread.

Next, a series of jewels and ornate accessories floated around the sword, such as headdresses and shoulder ornaments. Each metal ornament was engraved with the words of the Sith, and they shone with a unique light in the light.

Guszerian paused for a moment, sensing that the connection between some of the artifacts and Naga Sadow was not entirely consistent, "Not all of them are his..."

Orville replied firmly, "The sword and the headdress belong to him without a doubt, the rest we will need to reforge and duplicate, depending on the extent of damage we initially find."

Mo Ming asked with a hint of doubt: "Are you sure this is enough?"

Orville replied confidently, "Of course."

When everything was ready, the Son said in a loud voice: "Then let us begin."

As soon as the words fell, Mo Ming, Gus Zelain and Orville stood on the three circles, and the world seemed to fall into another kind of silence.

In the room, an indescribable feeling of oppression quietly descended, as if a huge wave of darkness was swallowing up all the light. Those standing in the ancient and profound circle of dark symbol carvings seemed to be attracted by some invisible force.

The edges of the six circles occupied by the Sith Lords began to glow blood red, like a fire being lit in the dark night. They closed their eyes and began to whisper and chant in the ancient Sith language.

At this solemn moment, more than a dozen dark side practitioners knelt on the ground, bowed their heads, raised their arms high, and joined the mysterious chanting.

The Son quickly hovered in the air and began to release his power, sending it into the dozen or so dark Sith within the ritual array.

At the same time, Geszerian threw her hand forward, and the green magic she cast immediately manifested on her arm. Her magic power flowed towards the sacrificers like a trickle. Their bodies began to twitch violently, as if they were eroded by some invisible force.

Their bones began to crack, their muscles burst, blood flowed from their mouths and noses, and they began to move slowly and synchronously.

These bodies continued to move closer and merge until they connected together, forming an invisible energy field.

At this time, Darth Malak and Darth Nir stopped their chanting, stretched out their hands, and sent out Sith lightning, which combined with the power of the Son and the energy of the founder of the Nightsisters, condensing the twelve people into two people. Their bodies were infused with powerful power, preparing for the coming transformation.

Inside the temple, whether it was the towering walls, the gorgeous roof, the solid ground, or every inch of land underneath, there were countless skeletons scattered around.

As the ceremony progressed, an invisible force began to move the entire temple. The walls, ceiling, pillars, floor...everything began to tremble as if awakening, and cracks spread like spider webs.

This series of changes quickly attracted the attention of the six Sith Lords and the Sons. They felt that the ancient soul from the ancient temple on Yavin 4, which had been dormant for many years, was awakening.

For years, the soul has been wandering the dark temple, searching for a way out in the long corridors. However, the only way out was sealed thousands of years ago.

During that brief period during the Galactic War, the Soul was temporarily freed from the Temple's bonds. As the war raged around the Temple, it attempted to make contact with those close to the place, hoping to receive aid. But in the end, it could only watch as weakened lifeforms passed by it, before being mercilessly pulled back into its eternal prison in its temple-like tomb. Since then, the Soul has fallen into a coma, resigned to its fate while also struggling to regain its lost power.

Now, after thousands of years of sleeping and awakening, this soul once again feels the call of freedom.

Elsewhere in the temple, a corpse sleeping in a sarcophagus seemed to sense something. The soul that had been bound in that body had entered chaos for a thousand years. But now, perhaps the power of the ritual awakened it and made it respond again - Frieden Nader, a Jedi Knight who was attracted to the dark side by the ghost of Naga Sadow.

Suddenly, a strange thing happened in the temple. A crack quietly appeared on the seat, and a black substance oozed out from it. As the group of people were drawn into the room by this mysterious force, the substance seemed to have life and went straight to the ancient relics that Orville brought.

This mysterious force swirled and circled around, quickly merging with the relics.

Then, the remains of Vodo-Siosk Bass's staff began to rise, as if they were looking for something. Then, a dark light shot out from the cracks in the staff, surrounding the lightsaber and forming two wooden belts of dark power.

"Mo Ming!" The Son of God shouted loudly. The Dark Lord stopped what he was doing, and saw a red light rushing out from the darkness. When the light gradually dissipated, a hooded figure appeared in front of everyone.

He had black braids and was adorned with several ornaments. On his forehead, an ancient Sith symbol was branded like a hot iron into his skin.

His bone-white hair gradually turned black, and dust fell from the man's body, eventually turning into his clothes, especially the large cloak.

After a moment, the man gasped and his eyes suddenly opened. The surrounding scenes flashed wildly in his eyes. After a thousand years of sleep, he finally woke up from the darkness. His senses were filled with various feelings. His resurrection was like a spaceship jumping out of hyperspace, shaking his heart. Although he almost collapsed, he quickly steadied himself.

The surroundings fell into silence, and the ceremony continued. At this time, a man came out and stood in front of the newly resurrected Dark Lord.

Orville's voice slowly sounded, breaking the silence, "Do you remember who you are?"

A crazy look appeared on the man's face, and then his mental strength returned to him.

"I... I am... I am Exar Kun." The resurrected Sith took a deep breath, his tone revealing calmness. "How long has it been?"

"long time."

Exar Kun's perception quickly caught on to something wrong. He was no longer the Force spirit that was bound here, but felt the touch of a physical object that he had not felt for a long time. He first looked at his empty palm, gently bent his fingers a few times, and then turned to the hand holding the lightsaber.

"Am I still alive?"

"You are alive," Orville replied affirmatively.

At this moment, a figure was pulled out from the crack in the Chaos Realm by a mysterious force.

A red soul shot out of it and entered the altar, the soul vibrated in the altar for a while, its body twitching continuously, and finally transformed into a form that reflected its spirit. The newly awakened mysterious being had deep red skin, intricate tendrils growing on its cheeks, a small ridge on its forehead like an ancient divine pattern, a more angular jawline, and even a goatee.

This newcomer's awakening is similar to Exar Kun's, but his recovery speed far exceeds the former.

Not long after, he opened his eyes and found himself in a place that was both strange and familiar.

"This... I..." The Sith Lord took a deep breath and looked around, his eyes falling on another Sith. "I came back from Chaos? How is this possible?"

"Nothing is impossible, Lord Sadow." Geszelien said in a respectful tone.

Naga Sadow looked ahead, and what came into view was the Dark Son and another ancient Sith Lord.

"You..." Sadow's eyes widened, and he muttered in disbelief, his eyes focused on the Son, "You...you are the legendary god, worshipped by my people."

"Under the ancient power of the Sith, I do." There was a respect in the Son's words, "When the dark side was at its most powerful and raw."

Then, the Son said, "You were resurrected to fulfill the will of the true Sith."

The two ancient and majestic Sith Lords turned their sharp eyes towards the Son.

"Really?" Naga Sadow took a step forward. "Is it time?"

"Almost. We have been accumulating strength for thousands of years, Lord Sador." Orville's voice was low and firm.

"We had planned to take action earlier," Darth Neil said with an evil smile, "However, some uncontrollable changes have brought us to this day."

"It is time," Darth Momin said with a sinister smile. "The galaxy is in trauma, and chaos is about to be unleashed by us."

"Maka Ragnos once said this," Exar Kun muttered to himself, subconsciously reaching for the Sith brand on his forehead.

Mo Ming's words were full of excitement and anticipation, "This is exactly what Marka Ragnos once predicted." Exar Kun unconsciously reached out and touched the Sith mark on his forehead, as if seeking some guidance.

"Then, we will begin our action." The Son of God said, his red eyes sweeping across everyone's faces with a devilish smile, "Lord Sadow, it is time for you to return to your home planet - Korriban."

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A hooded Jedi stared at the sunrise ahead of him, the air on his current planet was peaceful and calm, a gentle breeze blew around him, the man closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling.

Suddenly, he spun in a circle and ignited two lightsabers, one blue and one purple.

“What a wonderful moment.”

The Jedi Knight's eyes fell sharply on a man in armor with blonde hair. To him, this man who suddenly appeared had a rogue temperament.

"Who are you?" the Jedi asked briefly, taking a moment to feel the power swirling around this man in a way he had never encountered before. "What are you?"

"Ah, isn't that an interesting question?" the stranger stepped forward, a spear in his hand, "but I believe it is a question I should ask you.

The Jedi narrowed his eyes and the man gestured in a soothing manner.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to fight, just to chat. Maybe, we can help each other."

The Jedi Knight took a moment to consider the man's words, sensing no deception in his tone or eyes, and slowly, the Jedi Knight returned to his normal stance, sheathing his lightsaber.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Oh, many things," the man with the spear said, "but most of all, I wish to learn about this system. I am a recent arrival."

This made the Jedi's eyes widen.

The man holding the spear continued, "Since arriving here, albeit a short time, I have heard a name that has been heard everywhere. It has been on the lips of everyone I have met. A man who knows this galaxy well, as his reputation would have it."

The man came closer, and the Jedi Knight sensed no ill will from the strange man.

"I have heard many things about this man, he has been called many things - savior, conqueror, hero, villain, a man who belongs neither to light nor to darkness."

The Jedi and the stranger's eyes locked with each other, as the latter was now only a meter away from the Jedi.

The stranger's face showed that roguish smile again, "Who do you say this person is, Raven?"

Revan stared at the stranger intently, the man before him radiated a power he had never seen before, more powerful than any Sith or Jedi he had ever encountered.

"Who are you?" Raven asked finally, and the stranger held out his hand.

"Odin Borsen. It's nice to meet someone as famous as you."

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