Colonial Suit

Countless beams of light nearly filled the void. The sheer number of floating cannons the Boka Clan had set up here was terrifying. Even the quantum computer could only estimate the number, which was in the hundreds of millions. What kind of concept was this? With the Boka Clan's technology, a single floating cannon was powerful enough to penetrate the shields and armor of a frigate. Hundreds of millions of them gathered together were enough to burn through the sky!

Therefore, even the entrance to the Netherworld, with its spatial structure, would collapse in the face of this absolute positive energy!

The massive Eden trembled slightly in the rain of light beams, its shield fluctuating at a speed visible to the naked eye. This indicated that it was being attacked hundreds of millions of times per second, resulting in the shield being depleted and instantly replenished. Behind it, the entrance to the Netherworld was also slowly collapsing, with black cracks appearing in blocks of space, disintegrating and disappearing... Once the spatial cracks reached a critical value, this entrance would be completely closed!

The Boka Clan had already grabbed humanity by the throat!!

Without a doubt, this was a carefully designed trap, timed perfectly to coincide with humanity's vulnerable moment when they couldn't retreat. Once the entrance closed, the human fleet would be cut in two. The first half might survive, but the second half would have no hope of survival.

In the Garden of Eden, the Speaker had already stood up, his eyes burning with anger. He took deep breaths, the surrounding void expanding and contracting with his breathing. Sal Jones stood behind him, looking worried.

"Speaker."

"Don't worry, Sal Jones," the Speaker said suddenly, lowering his head. "It's not my time to act yet. I know my body's condition. And I know that at this moment, someone is more suitable than me."

"He won't let me down."

As he spoke, the Speaker walked to the French window and cast his gaze towards the massive Netherworld Gate.

A guy in a white shirt, with a somewhat lazy expression, had already appeared in the void, his left arm gleaming with silver light, his right hand still holding half a rose.

Why half? Because just a few seconds ago, he was still flirting with a girl in Eden's park. As a result, an unexpected event occurred. Now the poor girl was still sitting in a wooden chair in the park, staring blankly, holding the other half of the rose in her hand. Her expression looked like a chick that had been grabbed by the neck.

The most annoying thing about hunting for beauty is unexpected events...

Muse felt that he must have masturbated too much last night, and was being punished today. So his face looked very bad, and even the Mechanical Overlord on his left arm didn't dare to breathe loudly... Although it didn't breathe in the first place.

The dense beams of light were still like a storm, but as he appeared in the void, they seemed to become insignificant. It was a strange feeling, completely ignoring reality. To the point where people even felt that even if the beams of light expanded ten thousand times, they wouldn't hurt a hair on this man's head.

Black Hole level, or rather, a powerhouse nearing the God Domain, was this majestic. Cough, except when masturbating.

"You interrupted my good time," Muse frowned, rubbing his temples with his right hand. "I had already thought about how to spend this night. But I was dragged out to do hard labor."

"Can this kind of thing be rescheduled?"

As he spoke, he raised his right hand, making a pulling motion. The void began to distort, and countless beams of light were guided and bent, eventually leading to Muse's left hand. The Mechanical Overlord also began to expand, transforming from the form of a left arm into a giant sphere with a diameter of dozens of kilometers, with a hole in the middle, filled with dense steel teeth, rotating and emitting a buzzing sound.

In everyone's eyes, the light beams that filled the sky were guided into this hole, and then Muse and the Mechanical Overlord both let out a muffled groan.

Muse's face paled slightly, while the Mechanical Overlord roared.

"Muse, you can't do this to me. This is not what we agreed on!"

"What's the problem?" Muse pressed his right hand against his chest, a trace of cold sweat appearing on his forehead. "It's just positive energy, don't you like it very much?"

"But there's too much. You'll stuff me to death!"

"It's okay, I shared half of it," Muse replied. But his face didn't look good.

The Boka Clan had left too many floating cannons. Even a Black Hole level powerhouse couldn't easily withstand it. Fortunately, he had the Mechanical Overlord, which was equivalent to two Black Hole level powerhouses sharing the burden at the same time. But if the surrounding floating cannons were still there, this torture would continue.

As a Black Hole level powerhouse, one of the Three Emperors of humanity, when had Muse ever been so wronged? So, in the next moment, Muse's body disappeared into the void, as if he had vanished.

Explosions occurred in patches in the distance, as dense as starlight. Powerful energy waves swept across, and even some light warships in the fleet were pushed like small boats. When everything returned to calm, ninety percent of the light energy floating cannons left by the Boka Clan had disappeared. Although the remaining ones were still working, they could no longer threaten the human fleet.

Muse's figure appeared from the void, looking a little disheveled, but he was carrying a humanoid figure wearing golden armor in his hand.

"Who is this?"

In the Garden of Eden, the Speaker looked at Muse, who had just walked in, and pointed at the guy, asking.

"Don't know," Muse replied very simply, very shamelessly. "Anyway, he was defending the floating cannons, so I took care of him. But it's just a Black Hole level, nothing much."

Nothing much?

The Speaker's forehead was about to turn black. This guy Muse... was getting more and more arrogant. But he also had the capital to be arrogant. As one of the Three Emperors of humanity, he was not actually a subordinate of the Speaker, but a companion. Moreover, his current strength had reached the peak of the Black Hole level, and he could be considered half a God Domain level. Even against those ancient God Domain levels, he could probably fight.

What could the Speaker say to such a guy?

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"Couldn't you have left one alive?" The Speaker rubbed his brow, feeling a buzzing pain in his head.

"Nope, but the Light Spirit core has been dug out for you. Figure it out yourself," Muse casually threw over a crystal core, and turned to leave.

But just as he was about to walk to the door, the Speaker's voice suddenly rang out.

"Ran into trouble, didn't you?"

Muse's figure stopped, his shoulders trembling almost imperceptibly. "What trouble? I'm trouble enough."

"But you used that..." The Speaker seemed not to have heard Muse's words, and continued to mutter to himself. "That's not good for you."

"Tch, old man, stop nagging," Muse was silent for a while, then turned his back and raised a middle finger. He swayed and walked away.

Looking at his back, the Speaker's face grew darker and darker, so dark that it seemed like water could drip from it...

"He... will he be okay?" Sal Jones said from the side, his eyes also full of worry.

"How could he be okay?" The Speaker replied, his voice bitter. "A Black Hole level powerhouse was taken care of by him so easily, how could that be so easy? This guy... is probably already at the end of his rope."

"Evolving to the peak of the Black Hole level in just a few hundred years, he's burning his life... and this time..."

The Speaker lowered his head, glanced at the corpse of the golden-armored warrior, and said in a low voice.

"I'm afraid not even ashes will be left."(To be continued...)