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Chapter 290 Life or Death

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With a scream, Anakin was kicked away like a kite with a broken string and crashed heavily to the ground.

He groaned in pain, his body trembling uncontrollably, trying to get up from the ground, but each attempt ended in failure.

At the same time, Skywalker gave Obi-Wan no chance to catch his breath. Wielding two lightsabers, he launched a fierce and relentless attack on Obi-Wan like a ferocious beast.

Although Obi-Wan was a defensive master, he gradually felt overwhelmed by such a fierce offensive.

Finally, in a fierce collision, Obi-Wan's lightsaber was knocked away by Skywalker, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Skywalker stood in front of Obi-Wan Kenobi, a disdainful smile on his face.

Using the Force, he easily controlled Obi-Wan's body, tossing him like trash toward the B1 robot waiting nearby.

Without the protection of his lightsaber, Obi-Wan Kenobi, exhausted, was powerless against the B1 robots' onslaught and was quickly bound tightly.

Skywalker looked at the bound Obi-Wan Kenobi, a slight smile playing on his lips, then turned and slowly walked toward Anakin.

He looked down at Anakin lying on the ground, a cold glint in his eyes: "You haven't improved much, young Jedi."

Skywalker slowly crouched down, reached out a hand and grabbed Anakin by the neck, effortlessly lifting him off the ground.

Anakin's legs kicked wildly in the air, his hands gripping Skywalker's wrists tightly, trying to break free, but all in vain.

Skywalker's dark gold eyes, like a demon's, stared intently into Anakin's eyes, as if trying to see through his soul to the deepest fear and despair.

“You’re too weak to protect anything.” Skywalker’s voice was cold and ruthless, like a sharp sword piercing Anakin’s heart.

Anakin's breathing became increasingly difficult, and his face turned deathly pale from lack of oxygen.

However, just when he felt he was about to suffocate, the Force illusion came to him once again.

That was Anakin's inescapable nightmare, his future.

The Jedi Knights who followed the two here were also defeated one by one, but Khorne was not as merciful as Skywalker.

The demons grinned, revealing a chilling smile, as if they had just enjoyed a sumptuous feast.

The hellish blades in their hands gleamed with a cold light, still bearing the scent of the souls they had just devoured—a strong, pungent smell of sulfur that quickly spread throughout the hangar.

The canned Khorne burst into flames of hellfire, the flames soaring into the sky and turning the entire hangar a fiery red.

In this sea of ​​fire, the heads of Jedi Knights were held high by the demons, their skulls quickly burned into blackened bones in the flames. What should have been a place full of wisdom and power was now nothing but death and darkness.

"Understood! Understood!" Accompanied by a mechanical voice, a group of B1 robots marched into the hangar in neat steps.

They quickly moved the headless corpse off the ground and then began cleaning the hangar, restoring everything to its original state.

Just then, an old and deep voice sounded in Anakin's ear: "This is your destined fate."

The voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, carrying endless pressure and chill, causing Anakin's body to tremble involuntarily.

Although he was still relatively lucid, Anakin's brain seemed to have been struck by a tremendous force, and his thoughts became chaotic and sluggish.

It took him a while to realize that the voice belonged to Speaker Palpatine!

Anakin turned his head in astonishment, his eyes wide and his face filled with disbelief.

However, when he finally saw what was before him, an indescribable fear welled up inside him.

An incredibly ugly, pale face appeared before him, covered in wrinkles and scars, as if it had been scorched by flames that absorbed life.

And the owner of this face is none other than Palpatine, who is wearing a black robe!

“No, this is impossible…” Anakin’s lips trembled as he shook his head repeatedly, unable to accept what he was seeing.

Palpatine, the man he had always respected and trusted, turned out to be a Sith Lord!

"Hi~hoo~"

A chilling breathing sound stood out starkly in the quiet environment.

Anakin's body trembled violently, his gaze fixed on the direction from which the sound came, as if drawn by a magnet.

In the dark shadows, a warrior dressed entirely in black stood like a ghost.

His body was tightly wrapped in a layer of black armor, exuding a cold aura.

The warrior's helmet concealed his face, and beneath the mask, a pair of cold, emotionless eyes stared at Anakin.

As the heavy breathing echoed again and again, Anakin's mind was constantly being shaken.

Each breath felt like a heavy hammer, relentlessly striking his soul and filling his heart with fear and unease.

Under Anakin's gaze, the black-clad warrior slowly raised his hand, his movements stiff and sluggish.

His fingers gripped the edge of the helmet tightly, then he yanked it off.

The moment the helmet hit the ground, a powerful surge of the dark side of the Force swept towards Anakin like a raging wave.

This power contained endless pain, despair, and fear, like a curse from hell, threatening to devour him completely.

Anakin's body felt as if it had been struck by an invisible force, and he involuntarily took a few steps back, his face turning as pale as paper.

He stared with wide eyes at the scene in disbelief.

Beneath the mask was a face scorched by flames, grotesque and distorted.

That was a face that Anakin knew all too well, for it was his own face—Anakin Skywalker's face!

Suddenly, a strong sense of weightlessness swept over him like a surging wave, and Anakin's body was involuntarily lifted into the air, as if he had lost the restraint of gravity.

His vision blurred instantly, the world spun around him, and everything seemed so unreal.

Without hesitation, Skywalker tossed Anakin away like a broken toy. Anakin's body arced through the air before crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

At the same time, Kirsajarn appeared silently beside Skywalker like a ghost.

With a wave of his hand, a mysterious light flashed, and the illusion that Anakin had seen was drawn into a dimensional cube as if by a magnet.

However, Anakin had no interest in Skywalker and Kirsaj; his entire attention was focused on the Force illusion he had just witnessed.

That scene was so real, as if he had experienced it himself, that it left him unable to calm down.

He lay on the ground, panting heavily, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Just then, a dark figure rushed towards Anakin like a whirlwind.

His reaction speed was extremely fast; he reached out and grabbed the flying object with remarkable accuracy.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed his lightsaber!

The lightsaber hummed in his hand, as if echoing the fear and unease in his heart.

Anakin gripped the lightsaber tightly, feeling its weight and power, which gave him a slight sense of security.

However, his peace of mind did not last long.

Skywalker slowly walked up to him, his lightsaber glowing crimson like a burning flame, pointing straight at Anakin's throat.

"To live, or... to die." Skywalker's voice was cold and merciless, like a judgment from hell.