Marvel crosses Star Wars, and everyone attacks the galaxy

---Unknown Planet

In a desolate star field, a uniquely shaped spaceship slowly landed and finally stopped in front of a temple ruin eroded by time. The stone building seemed to be telling its vicissitudes of history.

The hatch slowly opened, and a man in ancient robes jumped out. He gently threw his hood back, revealing the face of Barel Orville (former Jedi Master). He looked around firmly, and finally fixed his eyes on the ruins, as if confirming something.

He slowly walked towards the ruins, gently touching a pillar that had been baptized by time and had become a ruin. At this moment, he suddenly felt a chill from the back of his neck.

"You finally found this place." A voice sounded from behind, breaking the silence around.

Orville turned around and quickly drew the lightsaber from his waist. When he saw who was coming, his tense nerves relaxed a little.

The visitor was a woman in a red robe, decorated with bone-like ornaments, giving her a mysterious and majestic feeling. She was the Dark Night Witch of Datomir.

Barel bowed slightly to show respect. "Ms. Gerszerian, it is a great honor to meet you."

The witch waved her hand gently, interrupting his pleasantries. "We don't have time for pleasantries, young man. We have more pressing matters to deal with." Her eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a majesty that should not be underestimated.

Then, she watched quietly as Barel took an object from the bag on his back. It was a lightsaber.

"Exar Kun's lightsaber." A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then an evil smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"This lightsaber, did you bring it?" she whispered devoutly, reaching for the sword. But Orville pulled it back in time.

He gave her a smile and said, "I could have brought this sword earlier with the others, but each one holds great power, and I have to be careful to hide them whenever I travel." He put the lightsaber back into his bag. "Now, we are one step closer to our goal."

Gerthzerian asked contemptuously, "What about your fellow Jedi? Don't they know about our plan?"

Barel replied, "In fact, Ultron becomes the perfect distraction for us. I must be careful to smuggle these artifacts, just in case."

The Night Witch snorted, and her voice echoed around with an invisible force.

Orville asked, "What about you? Did your plan succeed?"

Gerszerian did not speak, but silently raised her hand and flicked it lightly. A beam of green flame burst out from the woman's fingertips. In an instant, the flame dispersed, revealing a glowing object surrounded by hexagonal tree roots.

"I didn't think you could get it," Barel admitted. "But think about it--"

He leaned forward, examining the seed-shaped object from every angle with analytical eyes.

"With it... we can return to our past glory and regroup." Barel's tone was now filled with a hint of fanaticism. "Our revenge will be fulfilled, just like our sacrifice to our goddess."

However, Gerszerian was not infected by the ecstasy, and her eyes revealed a thoughtful look.

"What's wrong? I thought you would be excited. After all, our plan has finally come to fruition after years of hard work," he asked.

The Night Witch did not answer immediately. She looked up at the starry sky, as if looking for some guidance.

"Is this really what we're after?" Gerthzerian asked again. "War with the Jedi and everyone? To stir up trouble in the galaxy?"

"Isn't this the best time?" Orville asked.

"But can we succeed?" the Night Witch asked again, her eyes wandering over Barel's face. "Do you understand the new enemy we are facing in the galaxy?"

At this time, Barrell's expression became serious and he nodded silently.

"Yes, the Avengers." Orville looked up at the sky. "Since their arrival, the galaxy has quietly changed a lot."

"It seems there is still more for us to do." The Dark Night Witch said, looking up at the sky.

"...You've felt it for a long time, right?" he asked.

"You should also feel it." The Queen of Darkness replied, "This is a power we have never seen before."

"How does it compare to when the Avengers come?" Orville pressed.

"Even more powerful, even more ferocious." Gerszerian looked down at the seed in his hand, "In fact, his power is exactly the same as this dormant seed."

Barel fell into deep thought. In the past year, the perception of the Force had become strange and distant to him. They had possessed such power decades ago, but now that they had it again, he felt an unprecedented pressure and expectation. His father was deeply aware of the changes in the Force, and now it occupies a more prominent position in the dark realm. The roots of this change can be traced back to those who followed the Second Law under the rule of the Sith.

To be honest, this is undoubtedly a blessing, because it will inspire the grand plan of the real owner of their family. Decades of planning, even hundreds of years of blueprints, will be realized in the near future.

However, the cruelty of the universe is unpredictable. With the arrival of the Avengers and the great changes they have brought to the galaxy, all plans are facing unprecedented potential threats.

It was infuriating that a group of creatures from a backwater planet could threaten thousands of years of planning. The ripples they set off had far-reaching effects on everything in the galaxy.

"What force caused such changes in the universe?" Orville asked.

"Don't you want to know the answer?"

Suddenly, a mysterious voice asked back.

The Jedi Knights and the Night Witches were alerted and quickly activated their weapons. Orville held a double-edged purple lightsaber, while the witch held a green, slender, and fiery lightsaber.

"Oh, that's surprising."

In front of them was the Son of God, who was sitting on a nearby boulder and commented calmly. Looking at the two people who were facing a formidable enemy, he smiled contemptuously and flicked his wrist. The purple lightsaber and the witch's ethereal weapon were strangled by an invisible force.

Both of them were shocked. Facing the Holy Son who was still sitting there, fear and hesitation were revealed on their faces.

"Who are you?" Orville asked cautiously, with his hand slightly extended in case of any emergency.

"A person forgotten in the galaxy..." The Son replied in a melancholy tone, "To be honest, my identity is not important. What matters is what I can provide for you, and what you can bring to me in return."

The two looked at each other, and Orville asked, "Please tell us, what can you offer?"

"I have many valuable things to offer you." The Son of God stretched out his hand, and a ball of black and red flames appeared before their eyes. "This is one of them."

The object in the Son's hand made the two Force users stand there in shock, completely unable to believe it. It was a porcelain skull-shaped mask, severely cracked but still intact. Red stripes hung from the eye sockets, as if telling an unspeakable secret, and a brass ornament was inlaid in the center, like a mark of time.

“That mask…what on earth did you…” Orville’s tone was filled with shock.

"I have my own method." The Son of God said in a mysterious and profound tone, "I understand your purpose and what you want to do. You may have a seed from heaven, but you don't know the greater secrets hidden in it. I can reveal it to you."

Orville and Gerszerian looked at each other again. Then, after a few seconds of silence, Orville asked, "So, what kind of reward do you hope to get?"

The Son responded with a twisted and evil smile. His red eyes shone brighter in the darkness, like burning flames. He then said, "There are many things we can discuss in depth. I look forward to discussing this with you and your companions."