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Chapter 743 Amulets and Totem Pole
Chapter 743 Amulets and Totem Pole
Red stone forest canyon, with a cave at the top.
Fu Qinghai and Xierli knelt before the cracked altar.
Fu Qinghai gently waved his fingers, as if conducting a symphony orchestra, but without chanting any incantations, a hazy, luminous green liquid slowly flowed out from the crack.
Sylvie could hardly hide the shock on her face.
He actually summoned it!
His talent is more terrifying than imagined.
Fu Qinghai raised his palm and examined it carefully. The green spiritual liquid turned into green mist, which, with his will, swirled around his five fingers and wove into a complex spiral. Then, the green mist slowly gathered and solidified in his palm, gradually transforming into a black and gold brooch in the shape of a lightning eagle wing.
The Force Shapes!
"A gift for you."
Fu Qinghai handed the brooch to Sylvie.
"Ah."
Sylvie smirked as she accepted the brooch:
"It's a bit stiff. To be honest, your flirting skills are far inferior to those of the men in Coruscant bars."
Fu Qinghai didn't take it seriously. It was normal for Sirri to be a little irritated after being bitten.
The Adarin's spirit bones, a type of "phantom plastic," are extremely strong. As armor, their defensive capabilities are comparable to terracotta, though not quite as good as adamantium. However, spirit bones have a significant advantage—they are very lightweight. Compared to spirit bones, terracotta and adamantium are far too heavy.
However, compared to spirit bones, objects shaped by soul liquid are generally less strong. Fu Qinghai had already crushed three of the objects he had shaped with a flick of his wrist. Using force shaping to create weapons and equipment might not be a good choice.
The Dathomir witches' refusal to use industrial technology to create things has led to a shortage of daily necessities. Force shaping might be able to compensate for this to some extent, but Fu Qinghai is not averse to technology, so this function is rather useless to him.
However, this does not mean that the Force Shaping skill is useless. According to the descriptions in the Book of Shadows and the Book of Order, the true purpose of Force Shaping is to create amulets and totem poles for the Night Sisters.
Fu Qinghai knew about Sith amulets, one of the many products of Sith alchemy. Legend has it that the Moor amulet, belonging to the Sith Lord Kanis Moor, could control the mind of its wearer. It is said that Darth Vader also possessed a Sith amulet in his right hand that could enhance the dark side of the Force, but his entire arm was severed by Luke Skywalker.
The Night Sisters also make amulets.
Arya's manuscript records two types of amulets:
Transformation amulet and resurrection amulet.
The Transformation Amulet contains the soul of an animal; consuming it will transform you into the corresponding animal.
Now he's truly a Force Druid.
The Resurrection Amulet, as its name suggests, allows the wearer to be brought back to life. However, if the corpse is severely damaged (for example, cut into pieces by General Grievous's lightsaber) or excessively decomposed, resurrection is impossible. Therefore, this "resurrection" is subject to many restrictions, and the requirement of "death but an intact body" is extremely demanding on the battlefield.
Similar to transformation amulets, totem poles also contain the soul of an animal. However, unlike totem poles, the Night Sisters can release this animal soul, which can exist in the real world for a short period of time, similar to an animal version of a Sith spirit. The Night Sisters can command this animal soul to fight for them, but its combat power is unknown.
The Dathomir witches believed that all things possessed spirits, not just animals and plants, but even inorganic substances and natural phenomena such as stones, weather, and fire. The Book of Shadows and the Book of Order mention sealing the spirits of these things within totems, but they do not provide specific methods, and no witch has ever actually accomplished this.
Fu Qinghai suspected that these descriptions were just boasting, and that there was quite a bit of exaggeration in Alya's manuscripts as well.
After all, the Dark Night Sisters are a religious group, and religion is something that makes it difficult to be realistic.
The key point is that both amulets and totem poles require shaping using the Force to create them. In other words, communicating with the Winged Goddess, summoning the Soul Elixir, and mastering the Force's shaping abilities are prerequisites for creating amulets and totem poles.
Fu Qinghai believes that the greatest use and significance of the transformation amulet for him lies in its ability to secretly infiltrate.
In traditional Western fantasy, druids transform into animals to gain superhuman strength or agility. But for Fu Qinghai, a completely new and alien interstellar warrior with multiple modifications, capable of easily defeating the most powerful animal in Dathormir—Rank—with his bare hands, transforming into those seemingly powerful animals actually weakens him.
But if he becomes a crow or a worm, he can sneak into places that others cannot enter.
The shapeshifting amulet may seem mystical, but in essence, it's about using the Force to modify a living being's body.
The use of the Force to modify biological bodies has precedents. The Book of the Sith mentions that the ancient Sith Lords used the Force to arbitrarily modify biological bodies, merging different animals into one creature, creating many stitched-together monsters similar to the legendary "Chimera," and then throwing these terrifying monsters created by the Force into the battlefield.
The Transformation Amulet is similar to Sith alchemy, the only difference being that Sith alchemy uses the Force to modify animals, while the Transformation Amulet uses the Force to modify itself.
At this moment, Fu Qinghai was still waving his hands incessantly. As he continued to cast the spell, more and more green spiritual liquid gushed out from the cracks in the altar like bubbling spring water.
Sylvie realized a fact:
Not only is Qingshan exceptionally gifted in the Force, but her physical strength and energy also far surpass those of ordinary people. If it were her, summoning so much soul essence would have left her exhausted and drowsy long ago. In contrast, Qingshan remained energetic and vibrant after casting spells continuously, showing no signs of fatigue on her face.
A pool of shimmering spiritual liquid filled the center of the altar.
"now you."
Fu Qinghai gestured with his chin as he spoke.
Sylli nodded, straightened up from his kneeling position, and began gesturing with his hands while muttering incantations.
The pool of spiritual liquid in the center of the altar suddenly boiled, continuously turning into green mist that rose up, and within the rising green mist, a hunched figure appeared, appearing and disappearing.
Siri summoned Old Dakka once again.
“Silly”.
The old woman in mid-air slowly turned around and looked at the two of them.
"Old Daka".
Siri bowed his head and knelt on the ground respectfully, saying:
"He learned it."
"He learned it?"
Old Daka frowned and asked in return:
"The dual call of the Winged Goddess and the Fang God?"
"Yes."
Sylvie nodded seriously.
"After I die, I will not be able to perceive the passage of time in the real world, and I will not be able to tell you how many years have passed?"
Old Daka thought for a moment and then asked a new question.
Upon hearing this, Sylvie remained silent for three or four seconds.
"Thirteen days, to be precise, old Daka."
After hesitating for a moment, Sylvie finally spoke:
"Thirteen days have passed since I last summoned you."
This time, it was Old Daka's turn to fall silent.
In a mere thirteen days, he mastered the ability to maintain balance amidst the dual calls of the Winged Goddess and the Fang God. What kind of monster is this? Even the perfect being in the prophecy probably didn't have such a fast learning speed.
"How far has he progressed in his studies?"
Old Daka asked in a hoarse voice.
"Except for a few Force skills that I can't use, such as summoning an army of the dead to resurrect, I've mastered most of them."
Sylvie's assessment was also quite objective.
Old Daka was speechless for a moment.
So, old witch?
Fu Qinghai looked at Old Daka with a sense of pride:
What's with all this talk about men being "simple-minded"?
"Um……"
Old Daka fell into deep thought.
Neither Fu Qinghai nor Xierli spoke.
They waited quietly for old Dakka.
After a long while, old Daka raised her head:
"The Book of Shadows clearly stipulates that the Night Brothers cannot learn soul magic and must live in isolation from the Night Sisters' tribe. This is a requirement of the matriarchs throughout history."
Fu Qinghai frowned slightly upon hearing this.
What do you mean? Are you still refusing to acknowledge me?
"But it doesn't say that the Night Sisters have to be women."
Old Daka then abruptly changed the subject:
"Congratulations on becoming a Night Sister, Aoyama."
Fu Qinghai was stunned when he heard this.
Me? Green Mountain Khan? Sisters of the Night?
……
No male sisters, no male sisters...
On the way down the mountain, Fu Qinghai kept thinking about this sentence.
It must be said that Old Daka, who had served as a shaman for the Night Sisters tribe for decades, knew how to be flexible and adaptable, and fully grasped the final interpretation rights of the Arya Manuscript.
She was the one who initially disagreed with Fu Qinghai learning soul magic, and she was also the one who wanted to turn Fu Qinghai into the Dark Night Sisters after he learned it. In any case, she had her own reasons.
"Ha ha ha ha."
Siri took Fu Qinghai's arm:
"I never imagined that we were sisters."
Fu Qinghai quickly pulled his arm out.
This action made the woman laugh even harder.
Imagine if, in the future, Aoyama Khan ventured into the Star Wars canon universe and earned the title—
The only male Dark Night Sister in the entire galaxy?
People who don't know him might think he's LGBTQ or something.
According to the training process of the Dark Night Sisters and Dark Night Brothers in the past, Fu Qinghai still needs to pass three tests before he can successfully graduate and represent the Dark Night Sisters to leave Dasomir to work and take on all kinds of bounty missions.
These three tests are:
The test of anger, the test of darkness, and the test of height.
The Trial of Anger involves free-form team battles, where participants engage in combat while simultaneously scheming and maneuvering. The Trial of Darkness takes place during the darkest hour of Dathomir (when all four moons are at their lowest point), testing perception and stealth abilities. The Trial of High Altitude takes place in a dedicated training ground, where participants must fight atop towering, massive movable pillars.
Fu Qinghai analyzed and evaluated the three trials of the Dark Night Sisters in a relatively objective manner, noting that the overall intensity was not low and was comparable to the trials of some new recruits in the Astartes Legion.
The problem is that the former is a graduation test, while the latter is an entry test. For the Night Sisters' trainees, passing all three tests means they are successfully graduated and considered qualified Night Sisters. But for Space Marine candidates, passing these tests only grants them the initial qualifications to become Space Marines; they are still a long way from becoming Space Marines.
“We don’t have enough trial participants to accompany you through the Trial of Trials right now, and the Trial Arena was destroyed in the previous battle when the Independent System Confederation invaded the planet.”
"I said as I went down the mountain," Sirri said.
"It doesn't matter."
Fu Qinghai shrugged and said casually:
"These tests were all too easy for me."
Sylvie did not refute his words.
That's what she thought too.
Fu Qinghai followed Xierli to the center of a wide open space. Underfoot was a hard, flat red stone ground, and the area was surrounded by three stone walls. There were several wooden shelves with various cold weapons hanging on them, such as spears, scepters, javelins, axes, and chain sickles.
“All the Night Sisters and Night Brothers receive training in various weapons from a young age. We have mastered the methods to cultivate the most outstanding warriors, assassins, and hunters in the galaxy, and our prices on the market are the highest.”
Siri casually picked up a short knife.
"You don't mean to mean..."
Fu Qinghai pointed to himself with some hesitation:
"Do I also need to undergo training with these weapons?"
"Yes."
Sylvie nodded and said seriously:
“Your Force level is already very strong, I don’t deny that, but you haven’t shown your weapon fighting skills yet. You can’t rely on hand-to-hand combat or Force skills to fight forever, while the Night Sisters’ weapon skills are renowned throughout the galaxy.”
Alright, little sister... since we share a bed every night, I'll give you a few lessons for free.
Fu Qinghai silently shook his head in his heart and said:
The ultimate secrets of melee combat.
And what is the first person below the Primarch?
……
Nighttime, inside a tent in the forest.
"Ha...ha...uh!"
Siri's body tensed up instantly, her limbs tightly wrapped around Fu Qinghai, her fingernails scratching red marks on his muscular back, and her insteps and arches straightened.
After holding my breath for five seconds, I finally relaxed.
"call--"
Siri lay back on the animal skin.
She was breathing heavily, like a fish lying on the shore, starving. Her muscles were completely relaxed, and fine beads of sweat seeped from her fair skin, running down her face and wetting her long hair at her temples.
Fu Qinghai held the seemingly lifeless Xierli in his arms, admiring the state of the woman in his embrace after the act.
Why is your skin so fair?
Fu Qinghai asked the question that had been lingering in his mind:
“The other girls in the tribe also have very pale skin.”
"We are not pure-blooded humans."
Sylvie explained, slightly out of breath:
“We are actually a hybrid of humans and Zabrak people, and pale skin is one of our physical characteristics.”
"Oh I got it."
Fu Qinghai nodded to indicate that he understood.
The two main races on Dasomir are humans and Zabrak. There is no reproductive isolation between humans and Zabrak, and offspring can be either human or Zabrak. If the offspring is a human female, she will have a pale skin.
"By the way, you were on a mission outside before..."
Fu Qinghai suddenly thought of another question:
"How did Madam Tarzin divide the profits with you?"
"Ninety percent belong to the clan or tribe, and one percent belongs to me."
Sylvie answered just as readily.
"What? A 90/10 profit split?"
Fu Qinghai was surprised after hearing this.
"Yes, Matriarch Tarzin raised us, taught us, imparted to us fighting skills and Force abilities, and provided us with all our weapons and equipment. It's not a problem that 90% of the commission we receive goes to the tribe."
Sylvie nodded and explained earnestly.
What a bunch of chosen, working-class people...
Fu Qinghai secretly clicked his tongue in amazement.
"You are one of us now."
Siri looked up at Fu Qinghai:
Do you want a tattoo on your face or body?
"Um……"
After pondering for a few seconds, Fu Qinghai said:
"No, I won't get a tattoo."
"why?"
"I can't believe it," Sirri asked, puzzled.
"As I told old Dakka before, times have changed, Syllie. This is no longer the era when the Night Sisters could roam freely in the galaxy."
Fu Qinghai shook his head slightly and said.
Matriarch Tarzin was actually quite shrewd in business. She valued branding and required every Night Elf sister and brother who left Dathormir to take on a job to wear clothing and equipment symbolizing Dathormir, such as a dark red hooded robe and black tattoos on their face, in order to create an image unique to Dathormir.
Indeed, a unique and consistent image would make it easier to spread the fame of the Dathormir Witch.
However, continuing to use this look while traveling through the galaxy will only cause unnecessary trouble. The Dark Night Sisters are theoretically wiped out, and this outfit will not only fail to intimidate others, but will also likely attract the attention of the Imperial authorities—unless they always stay in the outer ring areas where the Imperial's rule is relatively weak and never set foot in the core area.
Fu Qinghai shared his opinion.
Sylvie frowned and began to think.
"So, you're planning to go to the core area, right?"
Sylvie looked up sharply and asked.
Fu Qinghai raised his eyebrows in slight surprise.
“You’re a little too smart, Sylvie.”
Fu Qinghai lowered his head and kissed the woman's forehead.
"So who exactly are you?"
Siri stared into Fu Qinghai's eyes and said:
What is your mission and purpose?
Fu Qinghai fell silent upon hearing this.
As the relationship between the two became closer.
We will eventually have to face this problem.
How should I be honest with Sylvie?
To what extent should I be honest with her?
Fu Qinghai weighed the options in his mind.
Sylvie lay silently in his arms.
They waited quietly for Fu Qinghai to explain.
Do you know who destroyed Dathomir?
Fu Qinghai chose a special angle.
Sylli was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.
“When Dathormir was destroyed, I was away on a mercenary mission and thus escaped by sheer luck. When I returned, everything I knew was gone. The survivors told me that the killers were Count Dooku and General Griffith of the Independent System Confederation… and they are now dead, along with all the leaders of the Confederation, in Mustafa.”
Sylvie told everything she knew.
"What you know... is both right and wrong."
After pondering for a moment, Fu Qinghai spoke.
Count Dooku and General Griffith did not die in Mustafa. Syllie's information is not entirely accurate, but that's not the point, because they did indeed die.
"Both right and wrong? What exactly do you mean?"
Sylvie frowned, puzzled, and pressed for an answer.
"On the surface, it was Count Dooku who ordered the destruction of Dathomir, and General Grievous who commanded the Confederate army. It was indeed the two of them who destroyed Dathomir. But in reality, Count Dooku was also a pawn, and the mastermind behind it all was someone else. I guess you've heard of him."
Fu Qinghai slowly uttered a name:
"Darth Sidious".
“I did hear old Daka mention it to me.”
Sylvie nodded and said seriously:
"But we don't know who this guy is or where he is, or even whether 'Darth Sidious' really exists, or if it's just an alias or some other title."
Therefore, this is the importance of Darth Bane's creation of the Law of Two, making the world believe that the Sith warriors were dead, thus making it easier for them to hide behind the scenes and secretly cause trouble.
"Didn't Darth Maul tell you that?"
Fu Qinghai asked back, somewhat puzzled.
"Moore?"
Upon hearing this, Siri shook his head and said:
"All I know is that he left Dathormir when he was very young, and we don't know where he went after that. He seems to have come back a few times, but he hasn't had any contact with us. Maybe only Madam Tarzin knows."
“Darth Sidious is Sif Palpatine.”
Fu Qinghai stopped beating around the bush and directly stated the fact that all the reincarnators already knew:
“That’s right, Senator Naboo, the former Supreme Chancellor of the Galactic Republic and the current Emperor of the Galactic Empire, Shiv Palpatine, is none other than Darth Sidious, the Sith Lord.”
Upon hearing such a shocking revelation for the first time, Siri was stunned and stammered:
"Uh, so you mean..."
"Yes, it was the emperor who orchestrated the destruction of Dassormir; he was the true mastermind behind it all."
Fu Qinghai nodded affirmatively.
If the Battle of Dasomir were to be summarized in a few sentences, it would be a dogfight between villains.
Darth Sidious and Matron Talzin were both users of the dark side of the Force. They had secretly formed an alliance to study the dark side of the Force together, but later fell out due to various events. Matron Talzin sent assassins to kill Count Dooku, and Darth Sidious ordered Count Dooku to lead an army to wipe out Dathormir. After Matron Talzin became a spirit, she continued to seek revenge, which led to the various hatreds and entanglements that followed.
How did you know?
Sylvie snapped out of her daze and pressed on with the question:
Do you have any evidence to prove it?
"To be honest, I have no evidence."
Fu Qinghai spread his hands and said frankly:
"But if you ever meet Darth Maul in the future, you can ask him yourself to verify whether what I said is true or false. He is Palpatine's personally trained apprentice."
Darth Maul was Darth Sidious's apprentice!
This was the first time Sylvie had heard about this.
"What does this have to do with you going to the core area?"
As Sylvie pondered this, she suddenly looked up and asked.
"I don't necessarily have to go to the core area."
Fu Qinghai shook his head and said:
“I may go to the inner ring region, I may go to the colony region, I may go anywhere… but I will never hide in the outer ring region and live a life of ignominy! I will go to the places where the Galactic Empire has a foundation of rule, and then try every means to overthrow them! You ask me who I am, I can't tell you, but I can tell you that this is my mission and purpose.”
Fu Qinghai directly stated his faction in the storyline.
"And incidentally, avenge Dasomir as well."
After Fu Qinghai finished speaking, he added another sentence.
"You want to rebel, you want to overthrow the emperor."
Siri confirmed it again, word by word.
"Yes, exactly."
Fu Qinghai nodded and answered with great certainty.
"So what are you going to do?"
Sylvie asked a very crucial question.
"I don't have any plans at the moment."
Fu Qinghai shook his head and honestly said:
"But I don't think it's an impossible task. There are probably far more people in the galaxy who oppose the Empire and the Emperor than you can imagine. Our primary problem right now is how to get out of Dathormir."
Yes, they don't even have a single spaceship.
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