Colonial Suit

In the starry sky, the flames of war intertwined! The conflict between the two fleets immediately escalated into a fierce battle.

Every second, countless rays of light crisscrossed, weaving together. The Boca clan's magic-driven cannons, the Sasha clan's positron beams, and humanity's electromagnetic railguns and super-caliber cannon fire all unleashed terrifying destructive power at this moment. War is merciless, and all weapons, in the final analysis, are tools of slaughter. There is no difference between a high-tech magic beam and a 3200mm cannon shell when it comes to killing. Ship after ship was destroyed, energy furnaces were detonated, and the starry sky had become a bloody battleground for both sides.

Amidst such intense combat, no one noticed the figures behind the Boca and Sasha fleets.

"Faster, increase the Milly Curve! We need to reach this coordinate and assemble in five minutes to complete the division of the TY75 enemy fleet!"

A heavily armored assault ship accelerated wildly through the starry sky, like a charging rhinoceros. As humanity's most common and cost-effective assault ship, its role was to gather in sufficient numbers and launch a charge. The thick armor was mainly concentrated on the bow, not for defense but for attack! Therefore, the captain was anxious because a sufficient number of heavy assault ships were needed to exert pressure. A lone heavy assault ship was no different from a fragile scout ship. Bodies were sucked into the vacuum, and the ship began to explode in a chain reaction, turning into six huge fireballs in a matter of seconds.

A black figure appeared in the starry sky not far away, the blades on the outer edges of its arms retracting with a whoosh.

"First one... trash... cleaned up." The black figure hunched slightly, red light flashing in its eye sockets. The blades on the outer edges of its arms emitted a buzzing vibration. It was a Sasha Conqueror. He looked triumphantly at the results of his actions and licked his lips. "Lowly humans, taste the power of the high-frequency blade... You're just the first; there are more to come..."

A sinister smile appeared on the black figure's face. But before the smile could bloom, a muffled thud was heard, and a fist suddenly appeared in his chest.

The fist carried his internal organs and blood with it. A voice sounded from behind him.

"Die, you Sasha bastard!! It's not just you who have space warriors!!"

"You are also my first victory, but I think I am more outstanding than you!"

The space pirate sneered and was about to turn around when he saw the surrounding starry sky ripple. Several more Sasha Conquerors jumped out. It was clear that the two sides had just encountered each other, but the Conquerors' high-frequency blades were already deployed, reflecting a chilling light in the starlight.

"Oops. Bad luck..."

The space pirate only had time to complain before being cut into pieces by dozens of high-frequency blades...

Ambush, counter-ambush – such scenes were numerous in the starry sky. As the conflict between the two fleets intensified, space warriors joined the war. Every moment, seemingly tiny figures appeared in the starry sky, but the destruction they caused was more terrifying than any warship.

The universe is the stage for space warriors. This statement is not wrong...

Although warships and planetary fortresses are still the units that ordinary civilizations use to flaunt their power in today's universe, in reality, they are not comparable in terms of either destructive power or survivability. A powerful warship must simultaneously consider armor, firepower, speed, endurance, and other factors, and must be at least several kilometers in length. But how tall is a space warrior? Only two meters on average! To put it bluntly, if the two sides were to attack each other, the warship might not even be able to lock on. Coupled with the space warrior's super attack power, when a space warrior appears on the battlefield, any warship becomes a mere accessory.

"Gagagaga... Die, you lowly ants!!" A Sasha Conqueror suddenly opened his hand and released countless black arcs of light towards the two warships in front of him. "Gray Warning Shockwave!"

"Your tears are my treasure. I want to engrave your crying face on my stone wall." A Boca Arbitrator suddenly transformed into countless figures, each emitting an effective magic-guided beam. "Mega-Energy! Phantom Dance Step!!"

"A screen on the road to glory, no dust can touch it." Another Boca Adjudicator opened his hands and released a hexagonal light prism shield with a diameter of several kilometers. "This is the nemesis of all physical projectiles, the Wall of Reflection!"

"Phase Shift!"

"Planetary Summons!"

"Mercenary Fist Technique, Star-Dust Shatter!!"

For a time, space warriors' attacks emerged endlessly in the starry sky. Some were abilities, some were rule modifications, and some were just pure physical strength. But any attack would cause huge casualties. Entire fleets of warships were destroyed, and countless lives turned to ashes in the flames of war. In the Garden of Eden, the war loss data displayed on the light screen suddenly rose in a straight line, reaching an astonishing figure in just a few minutes! And correspondingly, the assessment of enemy war losses was equally shocking!!

When the battle entered the space warrior phase, any idea of controlling the situation could only become wishful thinking.

The only thing that could console the Speaker and Sal Jones was that humans still held an absolute advantage in the war loss ratio of space warriors on both sides.

Simply put, the Sasha and Boca clans' warriors were too mass-produced...

Compared to the Sasha and Boca clans, who possessed biological modulation technology and ancient inheritance techniques, human warriors did not have mass production capabilities. However, each of them mastered the power of rules, which was fundamentally different from mass-produced products. Enlarged to the level of strength, that meant that any human warrior could kill at least five, or even more, enemies of the same level before dying.

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Unfortunately, this did not make the Speaker happy. After all, mass-produced products were mass-produced products; as long as there was technology and resources, they could be manufactured in large quantities. However, human space warriors were cultivated through countless battles and training. Every death was a heartbreaking loss. Even with a huge population base, how could such consumption be sustained?

To put it bluntly, not to mention five for one, even fifty or five hundred for one, the Speaker would be reluctant!!

"We must think of a way." In the garden, the Speaker lowered his head, his eyes flashing.

"Do you want me to take action?"

At this moment, Blood瞳's voice came from behind him.