Colonial Suit

Just as Li'er was concentrating on her work, on the other side of the distant void, Blood瞳 was also reminiscing...

On the top platform of Twilight of the Gods, he leaned silently against the railing, a tattered piece of cloth in his hand. The cloth had clearly been through a lot, with many cuts and tears, yet meticulously sewn together to keep it whole. The cloth was covered in deep brown stains, while the rest of the area was faded white from repeated washings.

The stains were blood, Blood瞳's blood, and Li'er's blood.

And the faded white areas had once been rubbed by a pair of slender fingers, fingers that were beautiful, but covered in scars.

"Li'er..."

Blood瞳 leaned silently, his thoughts wandering, as if he had returned to the past, seeing the figure who depended on him for survival in the sewers. He was small and weak then, and so was she. But these two insignificant ants had unknowingly reached the pinnacle of cosmic civilization, and were even about to challenge the mysterious Chapter 1147: Knot, establish POS groups, expand the defensive perimeter by one star region, and have the reconnaissance fleet spread out simultaneously, focusing on defensive patrols, without needing to search for lower-level entrances.

"Why, Your Excellency, Speaker, are we not pursuing Boka and the Sasha Clan? Time is not on our side," Sal Jones asked, puzzled.

"There's no need," the Speaker replied, his white hair fluttering slightly in the darkness. "Because... they are coming back to find us."

"This is the battlefield they have chosen."

"Or the graveyard."

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"Hurry! Hurry! Establish POS groups, get the fleet maintenance modules online first!"

"Establish a sequential queue, enter according to priority, and get the energy supply modules working immediately!"

"What? The immigration fleet needs supplies? Tell them to wait, we need to maintain the warships first! Haha, good, the Vine Serpent Clan sent a message, they don't need supplies, so let them take on the task of guarding first!"

"Damn it, what are you doing? That's the drone management module! Don't hang it in the living area, damn it, did your physical education teacher teach you about POS templates? Can you not waste your energy on 3P?"

"Very good, the first district POS has been completed, the fleet is entering port. The estimated time for maintenance is two hours and fifteen minutes. Tell those lazy ghosts to hurry up, the fleet in my hands has been hungry for a long time, don't let them queue in the Amazon Trench."

As the human fleet entered the anchorage, the entire fleet seemed to 'come alive.' A large number of orders were transmitted through the channels, and countless figures moved between the ships, as dense as ants. As control centers and POS modules came online, humanity's temporary base took shape in this starfield. Immigration ships received long-awaited supplies, children could drink milk powder, and mothers could eat something hot. Unknowingly, the entire fleet began to ripple with laughter and hope, as if this starfield was inherently peaceful, and war seemed far away from them...

Until, from the distant depths of space, a black beam of light pierced through.

With a loud bang, a warship responsible for defense exploded and shattered, the firelight reflected on the smiling faces of the children...

One bright, one dark.