Colonial Suit

“……”

In the void, Blood瞳 silently retracted his left hand. The black runes on his wrist flashed and disappeared, rising into a cloud of strange black mist. Then, he turned his gaze to the deeper starry sky. There, several Sasha Clan 'Generals' had already disappeared without a trace.

As expected, Blood瞳's actions had already frightened them.

Not just anyone could easily kill a Black Hole class, because the Black Hole class's projection delved into the third layer of the anti-space, so anyone who couldn't extend their power there couldn't possibly kill them. But what did Blood瞳 do? He actually easily tore open a passage to the third layer, throwing the enemy in. The result was that the projection and the main body were in the same spatial layer, and once they died, they were completely finished.

That man was simply a monster!!

Realizing this, the Sasha 'Generals' unhesitatingly chose to flee. This was the right choice for them.

Blood瞳 didn't chase after them, just standing quietly in the starry sky, watching the direction the 'Generals' left, and after a while, he lowered his head, turned around, and flew back to Twilight of the Gods. He didn't say anything more, because the victor needs no reason. Behind him, the human warriors still remaining in the starry sky were dumbfounded, their eyes filled with awe as they looked at Blood瞳. Blood瞳 actually killed a Black Hole class!! Heavens, were we all seeing things?

In the garden, the Speaker had just closed his eyes, a solemn expression on his face. He didn't turn around, and just asked softly, "What do you think?"

"Blood瞳's growth has exceeded my imagination," Sal Jones replied seriously. "But he shouldn't have reached this level yet. The Black Hole class has incredibly tenacious vitality. Unless you can destroy their projection in the third anti-space, you can't completely kill them."

"But Blood瞳 has done it," the Speaker said, pointing to his temple. "I just sensed it. That guy named Zals's projection and main body have both disappeared."

Both of them knew what this phenomenon meant. Sal Jones fell silent. After a while, he continued, "I still can't believe it. Even when we conquered Sejester, the last Mechanical Overlord took Muse a lot of effort. We even made the worst preparations at the time. Could it be that Blood瞳 is stronger than Muse?"

"Maybe, maybe not," the Speaker shook his head, but then said, "This little guy is already beyond our comprehension. I think he was able to kill that Black Hole class, probably because of his identity. The inheritor of Crodir naturally has suppression over enhanced cells."

"That's the only way to explain it," Sal Jones breathed a sigh of relief. As if this made him feel better.

It wasn't that he was jealous of talent, but Blood瞳's evolution was too fast. It was as if yesterday he was just an ordinary little mercenary, and today he became a Black Hole class. His past was still vivid in his mind, but now he had reached the peak of evolution. This dramatic change in such a short period of time only made Sal Jones feel like he was dreaming.

Of course, for the current humans, Blood瞳's evolution could only be beneficial, not harmful.

Next, the human fleet was stationed in place. The vast POS clusters continued to expand, spreading over hundreds of millions of kilometers in just a few days, as if creating a civilization out of thin air in the starry sky. Immigrants received supplies, and warships were repaired. A large number of merchant ships shuttled through the POS gaps, transporting supplies to their destinations, and loading goods from their destinations. Completing transactions that used to take a long time. And some entertainment facilities on the POS also began to be built, with red lights flashing as they opened for business.

This huge 'camp' was not only for the human race, but also included the Ancient Titans, Teng Snakes, and many other races. These races, as part of the Human Alliance, had been tested in previous journeys, so they were now incredibly harmonious with each other. A large number of specialties and unique resources were traded through cargo ships, exchanging what they had for what they needed.

In just a few days, the human fleet presented a vibrant scene.

The Speaker saw all of this. But there was no joy on his face. Because he knew that this was probably the last time the human fleet would relax. A few days later, when they embarked on their journey again. What awaited them was either victory, or... destruction.

"A storm is brewing..."

In the virtual space of a certain POS, a burly man was sitting on the top of a mountain, drinking large gulps from a bucket of wine. Beside him, a thin figure covered in bandages stood with his hands behind his back, his body as straight as a javelin.

The burly man glanced at the thin figure and said in a hoarse voice, "What, is a storm brewing not good?"

"I haven't felt the wind in a long time," the thin figure replied. But without turning his head.

He raised his head, looking at the blue sky and white clouds above, but seemed to be able to see the scene behind the sky. "The Great Chaos, the so-called Land of Enlightenment, I didn't expect us to return to this place."

"This is the guidance of fate," the burly man replied, and picked up the bucket of wine for another big gulp. "To be able to see old comrades-in-arms, old companions, fate has treated us well."

"But we are going to break fate," the thin man replied, the fingers behind his back twitching slightly. "Whether it is the past, the present, or the future."

"Isn't that great? Who told us to be rebels against fate?" The burly man smiled slightly, put down the bucket of wine and wiped his mouth. "Where it started, it will end. I can't wait... This body, and my soul fragments, can't last much longer, I don't want it to be wasted."

"And you..." Speaking of this, the burly man looked at the thin figure again. A look of worry appeared in his eyes. "Your body, is it alright?"

"There is still a little power," the thin figure replied honestly. "When I left, I plundered the Tree of Life, robbing it of its ten thousand years of savings, I guess it's cursing me."

"If it dares, I'll burn it when I get back if it's being long-winded," the burly man chuckled, but a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

Ten thousand years... Yes, ten thousand years... The once vast civilization, the powerful race, now only the two of them are left, and they are both struggling to survive. Former companions have all disappeared, carrying their missions and glory, and the two of them are walking on the road paved with their corpses.

I really hope to die in battle with them...

The wind grew a little stronger, ruffling the burly man's hair and blowing the thin figure's bandages. The two stood silently on the top of the mountain, like two eternal statues.

"This time will be the end, right?"

"Yeah."

"Will we die?"

"Probably."

"Then I can rest assured."