Star Wars: Escape from the Jedi Temple Begins

Chapter 7 Fight Your Way Out, Now!

The corridor alarm had been sounding continuously for a long time, and red warning lights were flashing back and forth between the walls and the floor.

Lance moved forward quickly, constantly wielding the lightsaber in his hand.

But the enemies before them seemed endless, surging forward in ever-growing waves.

He stopped arguing, returned to his room to get his master's holographic device, and hurriedly headed to the hangar.

At the corner.

The two clone soldiers had just raised their guns, but hadn't had time to aim.

Lance had already transformed into a blur and appeared before them.

Sweep.

hum.

A blue light blade flashed, and two soldiers fell to the ground with a thud.

There was no blood splattering, only carbonized remains of limbs and arms after being cut by a high-temperature plasma beam.

Several bursts of energy shot towards him, and Lance slightly moved his wrist.

One after the other, the burst of energy beams bounced back completely.

Lance continued onward.

The will and experience honed on the battlefield enabled him to remain calm and act decisively at all times.

The Force amplification reached its maximum.

Under the perception of the Force.

Whether it's an energy beam shooting from afar or a sneak attacker hiding in a corner.

Everything was within his insight.

Several clone soldiers threw high-explosive grenades at him.

Lance raised his left hand and struck out with a powerful palm strike.

The Force, carrying the high-explosive grenade, flew back to them at an even faster speed.

Boom boom boom.

Several loud explosions followed, and flames shot into the sky.

Corpses flew everywhere, and the shockwave sent nearby soldiers flying.

Lance came to a long, narrow corridor.

Corpses were everywhere on the ground.

Jedi Knights, apprentices, and young apprentices under ten years old.

The lightsaber rolled to the ground, their unfocused eyes filled with reluctance and fear, and pain frozen on their faces.

The air was filled with the smell of burning, mixed with the stench of metal and blood.

Their dying struggles and agonizing screams echoed endlessly in the Force.

It touched Lance's heartstrings.

Furthermore, under the amplified Force perception, it expanded several times over.

Lance didn't look at those faces again, trying to remain calm.

However, a hint of coldness flickered in his eyes.

Their actions became swifter, and their strikes more deadly.

Lance continued walking, raising his hand in a grabbing motion towards one of the dead Jedi.

The lightsaber in the man's hand trembled slightly, flew out of his hand, and landed in his palm in the blink of an eye.

The Force surged in.

Click—Buzz.

Lance wielded two swords, one blue and one green, swiftly slaying all the enemies that appeared before him.

The corridor, stretching for hundreds of meters, was littered with corpses.

He couldn't remember how many people he had killed, yet large numbers of clone soldiers continued to pour in.

He had no choice but to keep swinging his sword.

Finally, the hangar entrance was just ahead.

The dense sound of blasting guns echoed in the air.

Seven or eight Jedi Knights wielded lightsabers, protecting a dozen or so young apprentices behind them.

The lightsaber kept deflecting the incoming energy beams, barely maintaining a defensive line.

However, these people's swordsmanship was mediocre, and with so many enemies, people fell one after another.

An apprentice is gripping a lightsaber with both hands and thrusting it into a metal door.

On the other side of the door, a section of a lightsaber was also visible.

Clearly, the two were working together to cut open the door.

Among the young apprentices, a small, green-skinned apprentice was sitting in a floating baby carriage.

"Gugu, a member of Master Yoda's clan."

"The entrance is locked; it seems the enemy has already taken over the control room."

Lance glanced at them and immediately judged that they wouldn't last long.

Without hesitation, he transformed into a blur once more.

As the light blade swept past, the clone soldiers fell to the ground one after another.

Lance gathered his primal force and thrust his arm forward with a sudden burst of energy.

An invisible force erupted instantly, sending the remaining dozens of soldiers on the side flying and slamming them hard against the wall behind them.

A series of dull thuds echoed.

Bones fractured, internal organs shattered.

After that attack, there was no chance of survival.

As the power is released, the backlash also follows.

A distinct feeling of exhaustion washed over me, and my breathing became slightly erratic.

Lance knew in his heart that this was the result of excessive consumption of Force in a short period of time.

The Jedi were stunned by this scene and stood there dumbfounded for a moment.

Lance turned around, his gaze sweeping across their faces.

Most of the young Jedi apprentices looked on with shock and admiration.

The eyes of some Jedi Knights, however, held fear, as if they were looking at a cold-blooded butcher.

Lance raised an eyebrow slightly.

He had never felt so acutely the pedantry and absurdity of the Jedi doctrine.

The rhetoric of "forgiving the wicked" and "everyone deserves a second chance" is utterly pale in the face of bloody reality.

Should we show mercy to these executioners who don't even spare children?

In an instant, a sentence from his dream flashed through his mind:

Killing is for the purpose of protecting life; cutting off karma is not the same as killing a person.

Foolish kindness is the greatest cruelty to the innocent.

Lance walked up to the crowd, his tone calm:

"Where are the others?"

One of the middle-aged Jedi answered immediately, his words tinged with sadness:

"Most of them have already been evacuated to the hangar."

"But there's not enough time; some people are still trapped outside."

"We originally wanted to bring them all over, but the clones' offensive was too intense."

"We...we were forced to separate..."

Lance nodded, asked no further questions, and turned to look at the end of the corridor.

Through the Force, he sensed more enemies rapidly approaching from a distance.

Time is of the essence; we must race against time.

At that very moment, the closed door was finally cut open by the combined efforts of all parties.

A metal plate with its edges glowing reddish-hot was slowly moved away by the Force.

boom.

It fell to the side with a heavy thud.

"Everyone, come in quickly."

......

Night fell over Coruscant.

On the roof of the Jedi Temple, the wind swept across from high above, fluttering long robes.

Three Jedi Knights, led by Jocasta, surrounded Anakin.

They originally numbered over a dozen, but even with their numerical advantage, they were no match for Anakin.

"Anakin."

Jocasta's voice was low but clear: "It's not too late to turn back now."

Anakin, holding a blue lightsaber, walked slowly forward, his steps firm.

"You deceived me; the committee never truly trusted me."

Joecasta did not back down:

"Everything you're doing is hurting the people you're trying to protect."

Anakin's fingers tightened, and the lightsaber trembled:

You wouldn't understand.

His deep voice conveyed an extreme sense of suppression.

"I saw her die in agony, over and over again."

"I swore that I would never let this happen again."

The moment he finished speaking, he had already raised his sword and slashed.

The dark forces surged within him, violent and intense, causing his power to surge dramatically at that moment.

Jocasta hurriedly raised his sword to parry.

The moment the two light blades collided, a heavy and immense force suddenly pressed down.

Her wrist jerked, and the lightsaber almost slipped from her hand.

She was so close that she could clearly see Anakin's reddish-yellow eyes.

And the intense emotions churning within them.

Anger, hatred, pain...

And that resolute determination to pay any price.

Suddenly, the last glimmer of hope in her heart was shattered.

Three Jedi from the flank quickly moved forward to provide support.

Amidst the clash of blades, yet another person fell.

Jocasta already understood.

She had no way out.

They never intended to back down.

She had been preparing for this moment for a long time.

Jocasta used the momentum to retreat, disengaging from the battle, and looked up at the sky.

Three cruisers hovered overhead, like an iron curtain sealing off all life.

The next moment, she reached out her hand.

Drawn by the Force, the special rifle flew from afar and landed steadily in her palm.

Jocasta embedded his lightsaber into the gun.

Guided by the Force, she precisely targeted the propulsion reactor of one of the cruisers.

Without hesitation, she pulled the trigger.

The lightsaber melted into a pool of molten iron in an instant.

At the cost of self-destruction, power is pushed to its limit.

The gun trembled violently, as if it could not withstand the force.

Immediately afterwards, a beam of energy as thick as a bowl burst out from the muzzle of the gun.

In an instant, it penetrated the ship's alloy hull and hit the target.

boom.

A violent explosion occurred at the stern of the cruiser, sending flames billowing out.

The massive ship lost its balance, began to tilt, and started to fall.

The previously tight blockade has been breached.

Jocasta slowly lowered his weapon, his tone light:

"Now."

The sound, amplified by the Force, clearly reached the ears of everyone waiting in the hangar.