Yalbat stretched out his wrinkled left hand and stroked the door in front of him, not knowing whether to push it open.

This is the main ship in the ship besieging them, as an important department to maintain the galactic order, Yalbat is no stranger to Jabba, a great criminal active in the fringe star sector, with his knowledge of this big worm, this guy should be in this ship at this moment.

The slug would be surrounded by beautiful women from human traffickers in various sectors, his dirty tongue doing disgusting things, and maybe some kind of restrictive imagery, if the slug could be a little more beautiful, maybe it would be quite ornamental, but the appearance of the Hutt was not very pleasing in most parts of the galaxy, and Yalbat was ready for such a visual impact.

The old Jedi was very curious about why this guy claimed to be aggressive, but he conspired with the guy behind this planet, and he opened the door, but the scene in the gate was bright red and bloody.

He drew his lightsaber, passed Jabba the Hutt with his neck severed, and walked past the solemn and terrified crew to the black knight in the main cabin.

Six lightsabers and a dozen blasters appeared in all directions of the ship's cabin, silently encircling the old Jedi in the center.

......

Bang!

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

Dooku struggled to wrestle his hands and lifted his twisted face, sweat, dust and blood falling from his cheeks to the ground.

He looked at the masked man who called himself 'Crazy Hustle' who was still sitting at the back of the bar, and felt the fear in his heart.

He struggled to summon a lightsaber that fell in the pile of tattered furniture not far away with the Force, an action he could easily do a few years ago was as heavy as a thousand pounds at this time, the Force of the whole world was twisted and turbulent, and the world in front of him seemed to collapse at any time, he knew that this was a vision formed by the Force, but what frightened him was that his mind did not have any power to negate these illusions, which meant that he could not completely fight against the other party's spiritual invasion.

It's not just the spirit, it's the same in terms of combat skills, Duku is confident that he has taken out all his skills, Force control, swordsmanship, and mental attacks are all there, but the Force control is interfered with, the mental attack is counterdevoured, and the swordsmanship ...... I can't even use it.

The strange feeling of collapse all over his body was accompanied by a faint tear, and Dooku had not experienced this symptom, and the increasingly dull Force sensing and the inability of his body to do so gave him a bad conjecture.

The fibroplasma was eroded by the other side.

He looked at the mask that seemed to be forever mocking, and the horror in his heart deepened infinitely, he had never imagined that there would be such a Force combat skill.

He could imagine the principle of this technique, using the Force to interfere with the fibroplasma, but it would take a lot of finesse to be able to make the Force fluctuations bypass the opponent's control.

Dooku began to doubt his life, something he hadn't even thought about in the Jedi Sanctuary.

Flames swirled around the broken bar, making the already distorted space even more false, and Dooku had lost the ability to sense the reality or illusion of the world, and he struggled to his feet, but he had already begun to retreat.

It's not an opponent he'll be able to cope with.

After only two rounds, Dooku realized this, and in complete confusion, he didn't even know how strong his opponent was.

He roared, turned and rushed out the door.

A flame stopped in front of him. A loud explosion of flames pushed him back into the room, lying on all fours on top of the wreckage of the furniture, the strange mask above his head, and a playful voice wafted:

"Huh? The great Jedi Knight chose to flee in the face of evil! This is unscientific! Shouldn't it be a matter of life and death for the benefit of the galaxy, how can he run away because he can't beat it?"

"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 you cannot defeat all those who insist on justice! You will be buried in the dark abyss, spurned by hundreds of thousands of light-years and trillions of beings, and your stigma will live on forever, rotting along with the hatred and hatred of all beings!"

"RUA! I'm so scared!" Madness pretended to be stunned, and kicked Dooku up the ceiling with a loud bang, and Duku was embedded in the ceiling, a face close to Mad Hustle: "But do you really believe in justice, or only yourself, or don't even believe in yourself?"

"A truly righteous person would not ask the question just now. He laughed maniacally, "Dooku, were you just thinking that with power you have everything?

"Shut up!" Duku's eyes widened: "Despicable and shameless, don't try to corrupt me in this way, I know all about your tricks!"

"Then I'll help you!" "Then I'll help you!" Crazy Noise lowered his voice with a demagogic tone: "Contemptible and good at mind control techniques, how about I help you, how about I help you wash away all the contradictions and selfishness in your mind? This should be a good idea, right? Dooku, you are worried about your people, and you think you are responsible to them? Do you think that by being a Jedi, you can prevent the corruption and bad government of the Republic from harming your people? No, you are just a little person with no power, and the Jedi Masters praise you? Do you think you will definitely become a master in the future? Do you think what they say is true? Give up, you can't do it, you see my power ......"

The flames wrapped around the madness, making his face look even more distorted, and a strange attraction made Dooku look at him: "Do you think my strength is very strong? No, compared to the old man who came with you, I am actually much inferior to him, but my Force technology makes you not even have the strength to fight back, do you think you are really talented in the Force?"

"No!" Duku yelled, "whether it's lightning or fire, it's a little trick and a trick!" It's a waste to use the Force like this, it's my Force that's not strong enough to make you so bullied, and if I had the power of Master Yarbat, these little tricks would be completely useless. ”

"Little tricks? This kind of little trick can show control of the Force, if your control of the Force is not so different from mine, even if the strength is insufficient, you will not be torn apart by me, and you will not have the ability to resist like now. Madness laughed at Dooku's shallow understanding: "None of this matters, Dooku, admit it, you simply can't make Jedi justice and yours the best of both worlds:

You're just an ordinary person with a bit of talent, and you have to sacrifice your selfishness for the cause of the Jedi, but if you take care of your selfishness, you will eventually betray the Jedi. ”

Sweat poured from the corners of Dooku's forehead, and he tried hard to manipulate the Force to close his hearing, but he couldn't, his eyes widened and he scolded in vain, completely losing the grace of the aristocracy and the generational political family

"Cowardice is born of wisdom!Lust is not happy!You don't have the great wisdom to make decisions, why don't you accept my help?" The facial features on the mask of madness began to wander: "Abandon selfishness and distractions, concentrate on the creed of the Jedi, heroically die before me, become a hero, shouldn't the philosophy of the Jedi be like this?No, ah, this way, if you accept my help, I can not kill you, a brainless Jedi can't attract my interest, I can let you go." ”

Laughing maniacally, no one doubted that he wouldn't do it—brainwashing a wavering foe into a mortal enemy and then letting him go, this madman did it completely.

"Maniac...... You're a madman!" Dooku was covered in a cold sweat, and there was a hint of despair in his furious roar, and he was furious with his own heart, for the heroic future in the mouth of the madman was not what he wanted at all.

Acknowledging this reality, Dooku realizes that he will never be able to become a true Jedi.

He felt selfishness and fear that he could not deny, and extreme anger and low self-esteem made him lose his mind:

"Don't tease me—— kill me! monster!"

"Haha, or maybe we will do it another way and abandon the trite Jedi Knight's justice, so that you can maintain your responsibility to your homeland, won't I? "My strength and will will soon descend upon the entire galaxy, freeing them from their shackles and granting them eternal life and freedom. ”

"You are dreaming!" "I am the son of the Galactic Republic, I was born with the will of the Republic, your crooked ways cannot be victorious, and the power of the Galactic civilization will crush you, make you realize your crimes and be responsible for them!"

"Let's not talk about whether you can represent the Galactic Republic, I'm very unhappy with your statement. The crazy tone was a hint of mischievousness, as if he rolled his eyes: "Why do I always have a bunch of people who hold the country and society responsible for me when I do things, why do I have to accept their education, are they right? Why can't I educate the society?"

The crazy scream grabbed Duku's neck: "This baby wants to teach you to be a man like society!"

Poof.

Duku heard someone laugh in a trance, but it seemed to be an illusion, he just looked at the crazy fist, 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 at the same time he doubted what the meaning of his years of perseverance was, the way of the Jedi could not help him achieve his ideals at all, and even pushed him into this dangerous situation.

Negative emotions eroded every inch of his thoughts, and with Shirakawa's heavy punch, he fell to the ground and passed out.

Crazy took off the mask, revealing Bai He's face, he watched the inner shell of the mask flutter slightly, and put it back on, the action looked a little funny.

"You're going to lead him to the dark side?" Snook was dressed in a white robe - Shirakawa didn't know why he liked this color, he looked down at the fainting Duku, waved his hand, and two apprentices appeared, dragging him out the door: "What's the point of doing this?"

"His family has a lot of influence in the Galactic Republic's political system, and he's a very destructive guy himself. "The crazy hustle, that is, Baihe smiled, of course, these are all tested by the plot, and this guy's performance after becoming a Sith can be described as a good singing and songwriting: "Since there is a good time to blacken him, why not do it?"

"Vader, I'd like to ask you a question. Snook was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke.

"Huh?"

"You are using the contradiction between the thirst for power and the contradiction of justice to make a hole in his heart. Snook pondered the language: "What is morally wrong with the thirst for power, and why do these sanctimonious men reject this sentiment so much?"

He was a little puzzled as to why these Jedi were ashamed of such a notion.

Life has made Snook a man who values power as his life - maybe power is not the end goal, but it is certainly true that he cannot do things without power.

Even after coming into contact with Shirakawa to broaden his horizons, he still feels that strength is very important, and that he needs strength to do everything, even if he doesn't do it himself, being able to influence others to do things is also a kind of strength.

Snook could not understand the idea that the pursuit of power was a misconception that would have been made possible by any organization.