Colonial Suit

The little loli left... taking with her his only man, a corpse covered in blood, burly, yet broken. Such a corpse might mean ugliness and filth to anyone else, but to her, it was...

…as if it were the whole world.

The surrounding void returned to normal. The Titan ancestor never appeared from beginning to end, but everyone knew he existed and had once swallowed the human fleet into his belly. No one knew how he did it, but such a great, magical existence was bound to be speculated about.

The Speaker, however, still hovered before the mothership, silently watching the direction in which the little loli disappeared, remaining silent for a long time.

The void behind him twisted, and Sal Jones, having reconstructed his body, emerged. He said with a complex expression, "The ancient Titans are truly an incomprehensible race."

"They possess near-eternal life," the Speaker replied, his eyes flickering incessantly. "But what they pursue is the most brilliant moment. This is their life's goal and value."

"So, Bas is the little princess's brilliance?"

"Why not?" The Speaker raised an eyebrow, his expression as calm as ever. "Everyone has something they care about, perhaps a physical object, perhaps an emotion, perhaps a heavy responsibility. Our human race's short lifespan limits our space for development, but aren't we constantly pursuing something?"

"The shorter the life, the more distant the pursuit; the longer the life, the more fleeting the pursuit. Who is right and who is wrong?"

"I don't know," the Speaker shook his head, his gaze directed towards the distant void. "But I feel that Bas is truly lucky. To have such a girl expecting him, longing for him, even in death, he must be happy."

"Truly... an honor."

"Hehe, perhaps he won't think so when he wakes up," Sal Jones said with a wry smile, spreading his hands. In his palm was a cylindrical container, but inside it was empty.

The Speaker's pupils contracted slightly. "This is?"

"Bas's spiritual energy fragment," Sal Jones replied without concealment. "I just parsed it out from the database, but as you can see, it has been taken away."

"Who could do this?" the Speaker asked softly, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes.

Who else could it be? To pull off such a trick under the noses of himself and Sal Jones, even Muse probably couldn't do it. And the only one with the ability and motivation to accomplish all this was that monster.

The ancient Titan race's ancestor, the Primordial Titan.

"So, there's still hope for Bas?"

"Who knows? After all, the ancient Titans are the longest-lived race in the universe. They might have some tricks up their sleeves," Sal Jones spread his hands. "What we can't do doesn't mean they can't. But, Speaker, we have more important tasks to do now. Your private matters will have to be put aside. I'm sorry."

"............" The Speaker was silent for a while before nodding slightly.

"You're right, Sal Jones. Compared to the greater good of humanity, we are insignificant. It's already been a luxury for me to indulge myself this once. Return immediately and see how far our Great Prince has progressed."

With that, the two returned to the mothership. Sal Jones called up a light screen summarizing information, on which appeared a vast starmap of Pan, with old points of light constantly extinguishing and new points of light joining in. Sal Jones stared solemnly, quickly organizing and summarizing the information, and making suggestions with a light pen.

He was very serious when he worked, and his efficiency was even more astonishing. In just a few minutes, he presented the latest situation of the Boca clan's civil war on the light screen, indirectly making up for the time the Speaker had squandered.

The Speaker only glanced at it and snorted coldly.

"I didn't expect that fellow Xie to be so good at seizing opportunities. My indulgence this time has been exploited by him."

This statement was not without basis. The latest data showed that several originally stalemated nodes had actually been occupied by the Great Prince's subordinates. The most important of these was the place where the Speaker had intervened. The golden-armored knight was the First Legion Commander of the Temple Knights, leading the First Knight Order to take the initiative on the battlefield, but he never expected to be crushed to death by the Speaker's anger. Instead, Xie's Royal Knights took the opportunity to achieve victory.

But it was too late to say anything now. The Speaker's strong intervention allowed Xie to take that node, and from then on, all the outer nodes of the Boca clan were connected, and the sub-rule network and light energy system were completely controlled by Xie. This was an earth-shattering change for the Boca clan, who depended on light energy to live. Xie suddenly transformed from a rising star leader into a king with real power! The change was too sudden.

Don't underestimate the power of the sub-rule network and light energy system, because this is equivalent to the Boca clan's food and power channel. Whoever controls these controls the Boca clan's lifeline!

So, all Xie had to do now was to go to the last location, the concentration of power of the Boca clan, the legendary Dawn Throne.

That was the origin of the Boca clan, always regarded as the core of the core. The defense was naturally extremely tight. Only after occupying the outer sub-rule network and light energy system could Xie possibly rush into this place. Otherwise, even if he was the Great Prince, he wouldn't even think about taking a step.

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This was the Wailing Wall in front of him, and also the Boca Empress's last fig leaf. Once it was shattered, even if she was not forced to abdicate, she would not be able to sit on the throne anymore. Because no one would sympathize with the weak, and the Boca people, as a cosmic noble, one of the two strongest races in the universe, would never allow a weakling to be their leader.

Success or failure depends on this one strike!

In the garden, the Speaker stared at the starmap for a long time, as if every point of light and every line on it formed a scene of war in his heart. The blood in his left eye had stopped flowing, but the red light it emitted was even more intense. Even Sal Jones, who was not far away, felt a chill.

After a while, he said to Sal Jones, "We don't have much time left. How much time will the second step take?"

"At least fifteen days," Sal Jones replied without hesitation. He controlled all the data and naturally knew the progress of the plan like the back of his hand.

But the Speaker frowned slightly. In his plan, the first step was to seize the Holy Light Spiral and analyze the secrets of the Boca clan's light energy, and the second step was to win over the former allies abandoned by Xie and form his own power. Now the first step was completed perfectly, but the second step was a bit tight.

Fifteen days was the key to humanity's rebirth, and every day less was a weakening of humanity's future. The Speaker originally hoped for perfection, but...

"Start the third step," he said.

The Speaker sighed and looked at the void outside. He said inexplicably, "In fact, isn't imperfection a kind of perfection?" (To be continued...)