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Anakin struggled to his feet, his body trembling from the fall, but his eyes were unusually determined.

He slowly straightened up, gripping his lightsaber tightly with both hands, the tip pointing straight at Skywalker, as if it were his last line of defense against the forces of darkness.

He took a deep breath, his voice a little hoarse but full of determination: "I will not become yours."

These words were like a lightning bolt piercing the darkness, leaving Skywalker momentarily stunned.

Skywalker raised an eyebrow slightly, clearly somewhat surprised by Anakin's reaction.

He had initially thought Anakin would easily succumb to the dark side, but now it seemed things weren't so simple.

Anakin's body trembled slightly as the Force surged within him, the light and dark sides of the Force intertwining to form a peculiar balance.

This balance is neither pure light nor pure darkness, but a completely new and unique state of the Force.

Both the Jedi Masters and the Sith Lords could clearly feel the dramatic changes in the Force.

This is an unprecedented fluctuation of the Force; it belongs neither to light nor darkness, but to a completely new power.

Obi-Wan Kenobi, who was tied up to the side, also felt the immense Force within Anakin, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

He couldn't help but shout, "I knew it! Anakin! I knew it!"

Skywalker wanted to say something more, but Kirsaji suddenly put his left hand on his shoulder.

Her gaze fell on Anakin, a hint of interest flashing in her eyes.

“I must say, I’m a little interested,” Kirsage said softly, unconcerned about making some further modifications to the plan.

Seeing this, Skywalker slowly sheathed his lightsaber, then took a few steps back, leaving the stage to Kirsaji.

Anakin's expression grew increasingly somber, as if he were enveloped by an invisible pressure.

His eyes widened as he stared intently at the female Sith Lord, Kirsaji, his heart filled with unprecedented fear and unease.

He fought alongside Obi-Wan against Skywalker, thinking he had witnessed the power of the Sith, but when Kirsaji appeared, he realized how shallow his understanding was.

The mere presence of Skywalker as an apprentice was already overwhelming for them, and now, facing the even more powerful Kirsaji, Anakin couldn't even imagine just how terrifying her strength truly was.

Suddenly, a black light flashed in Killer's hand, and a jet-black greatsword appeared like a ghost.

This katana is entirely black, covered with eerie runes and patterns, as if it were forged from the souls of countless demons.

Its malice was like a chilling current, piercing Anakin's heart and making him shiver.

"Come, chosen one of prophecy." Killer's voice was like a whisper from hell, cold yet full of temptation.

Anakin roared, and the Force within him erupted like a volcano.

His attack was like a thunderbolt, containing boundless power, and even a strongman like Master Yoda dared not underestimate it.

This attack is powerful enough to destroy everything; any opponent must use Force techniques to withstand its impact.

However, faced with Anakin's ferocious attack, Killer simply and slowly sheathed her katana, her movements elegant and composed, as if everything was under her control.

If Azure Star were here, he would recognize that familiar move instantly.

Skywalker silently carried Obi-Wan away from the hangar; he didn't want to be taken down by Kirrzaji.

The canned Khorne, however, did not leave like Skywalker.

They knelt on one knee, staring intently at Killzae, preparing to experience her astonishing Iaijutsu.

In a dimly lit room, a group of senators from the Independent Galaxy Confederation sat together, their faces showing tension and anticipation.

Because they had just received some shocking news from the B1 robot: Kirsar was about to make his move!

These lawmakers had heard of Kilsager's power, but they had never seen it in person.

Now, they finally have the opportunity to witness the true strength of this legendary "ally".

Without hesitation, Anakin raised his lightsaber and slashed forward.

The lightsaber drew a dazzling arc in the air, carrying a powerful Force aura, and slashed straight at Killer Szager.

Just as the lightsaber was about to touch Kirsaur, Anakin suddenly saw Kirsaur open his eyes.

Those were a pair of eerie pupils, one blue and one purple, seemingly capable of devouring one's soul.

Anakin felt a chill run down his spine, but his movements didn't slow down at all.

Just then, Killer Killer swiftly drew her katana, and everything appeared to her in slow motion.

The katana flashed through her hand like lightning, instantly slicing past Anakin's lightsaber.

The blade sliced ​​through Anakin's lightsaber, following the force of Killer's strike.

When they came to their senses again, the two were already tens of meters apart.

"Boom."

The hilt of the lightsaber fell to the ground, and the sharp sword energy broke through Anakin's Force shield, leaving a line of blood on his chest.

At the same time, sparks suddenly flew from the waist of the B1 robot in the hangar, and then it silently broke in two.

The Khorne cans' eyes were filled with fanaticism; they could feel the terrifying sword energy, because the armor had not protected them.

Such formidable power made them so excited they practically bared their teeth! Could the other demons even sense it?

"Croak! Being able to feel the power of the Eternal Chosen One is worth it, even being thrown into the Soul Furnace!"

In that instant, the hangar of the Revival-class Star Destroyer suffered a heavy blow, and the entire Star Destroyer trembled.

A gruesome knife mark flashed like lightning, embedding itself deeply into the warship's hangar, leaving a shocking crack.

Anakin stared wide-eyed at the scene before him, his face filled with astonishment.

The courage and strong will he had mustered before shattered instantly like fragile glass in the face of this sudden blow.

His legs seemed to have lost their support, and he collapsed to his knees, his eyes becoming empty and lifeless, as if the whole world had left him at that moment.

The bone-chilling cold, like the hand of death, clung tightly to Anakin's neck.

Behind this coldness came Kirsaji's voice, calm yet chilling: "Your decision."

Anakin's body trembled slightly as he struggled to lift his head, his gaze slowly falling on the deep mark on the hangar wall.

In that instant, countless images flashed through his mind, and he realized that Kirsaji had definitely gone easy on him; she had deliberately spared his life.

Kirsar stood there quietly, watching Anakin's reaction.

A thoughtful look appeared in her eyes, as if she were weighing something.

After a while, she gently tossed a stick with the Galactic Republic symbol in the center in front of Anakin.

Anakin hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached out and picked up the stick.

The moment his fingers touched the stick, his expression suddenly became increasingly distorted, as if something inside him was being torn apart.

“I see… I understand everything now…” Anakin’s voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from hell.

Kirsagh looked at Anakin, waiting for his answer.

Finally, Anakin took a deep breath, his eyes hardening. He gripped the stick tightly and shouted, "Then there's only one answer! I will pledge my allegiance to you!"

As he finished speaking, a soft "crack" was heard, and the stick was snapped in Anakin's hand, breaking the symbol that originally represented the Galactic Republic in two.