Colonial Suit

In the starry sky, the four groups of people hovered in place, each with a calm expression.

Below them, in front of them, countless battleships were engaged in fierce combat, explosions, and brilliant flames that reddened the starry sky.

Huge, mountain-like battleships slowly tilted, becoming the perfect backdrop for them.

Speaker silently gazed at Blood瞳, his eyes filled with gratification.

"My promise will surely be fulfilled," he said softly, then raised his head, looking towards the distant front.

There, the massive ring was clearly visible, and countless Boka and Sasa warriors were 'surging' out of it.

This was the accumulation of ten thousand years of the two major races, completely displayed at this moment.

The overwhelming number and terrifying momentum would cause despair even with just a glance.

Once, during the Great Chaos era, such a massive formation had appeared before Crodir, and they had submerged that stubborn civilization and its stubborn warriors.

And now, they were about to use the same dominance to crush humanity.

Just like squeezing an ant to death.

It was a pity that those standing here now were not ordinary people, and the emotion of despair could never appear in their hearts.

In fact, they were precisely the fire-bringers who had risen from humility and grasped at hope, so that despair would not breed...

For all those who seek light in the darkness.

For the race, the civilization... and everything else, those who were unwilling to give up hope even in death.

For those who, even when out of ammunition and food, still raised their heads and said 'no' to the enemy.

To fight to the ends of the universe.

"It's our turn!" the Speaker's voice rang out, not loud, but firm as a mountain!

"Hurry up, those who are slow won't get any rice!" Muse laughed, and with his team, he flashed and instantly disappeared ahead.

Mijier looked at the Speaker with gentle eyes.

She whispered, "Don't forget our agreement."

"If I don't die this time, I will definitely accompany you to eternity," the Speaker replied softly.

Mijier smiled slightly.

Instantly, it seemed that the entire starry sky had lost its color.

She walked up to the Speaker, cupped his wrinkled old face and gently kissed him.

"The agreement is in effect, if you break it, I won't let you go even if I die." After saying that, she waved her hand and disappeared into the void with her companions.

Blood瞳 looked at the two powerhouses who had already joined the battle with complicated eyes, and nodded slightly to the Speaker.

"I'm leaving too."

"Good." The Speaker took a deep breath and said solemnly to Blood瞳.

"As I thought, in the past, the will of Crodir permeated everything, and now, humanity must also walk the path of Crodir.

It's not that we don't know how to make trade-offs, but that we don't know how to let go."

"Let go?" Blood瞳's eyes flickered, and he asked softly, "Why let go, why should we let go?"

"Well said!" The Speaker smiled and extended his right hand.

Blood瞳 was stunned for a moment, and then... slowly extended his hand as well.

After who knows how many years, on this same battlefield, against the same enemy, the hands of two races, representing different but extremely similar ideals, finally clasped together.

It was as if they had traveled through time, the fusion of two enormous wills, mutually acknowledging each other.

At this moment.

The will of Crodir and the inclusiveness of humanity combined, constantly sublimating and growing.

Maybe this is fate? Maybe not? Who can say for sure?

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In the starry sky, countless figures began to rise from the human fleet, all of them Comet-class or higher cosmic warriors.

They were like tiny droplets of water.

Constantly gathering, splitting, and throwing themselves into the front lines in small teams.

Before this unprecedented war.

Humanity had given it their all.

Perhaps for Boka and Sasa, and even all the upper-level world's cosmic nobles, this foundation was too ugly.

But this is humanity... a civilization that will shout even as an ant.

Boom... In an instant, the space above the battlefield trembled, and various attacks and abilities emerged one after another.

Countless figures flashed and interlaced, like dazzling shooting stars.

Human warriors and Boka Sasa's powerhouses clashed together at the first moment, erupting the most brilliant light since the start of the war.

Lethal force fields rose and fell one after another, and swaths of light beams flashed in an instant.

People were turned to ashes from time to time, and more people joined in.

Compared with the fleet battle below, the cosmic warriors' battle may not have such an exaggerated grand scene, but it was more deadly.

Any slight mistake could determine the fall of a powerhouse.

Whoosh... A human mercenary wearing cosmic armor drew a 'z' trajectory in the starry sky as if he had lost his inertia, just dodging a Sasa conqueror's corrosive ray.

Before he could counterattack, he suddenly froze in place, the space around his body twisted and folded, and the whole person was sucked into a force field, then squeezed into a mass of unrecognizable flesh and blood.

And before that Sasa powerhouse could celebrate his victory, he was cut in half by another silver light.

Making a piercing scream in the void.

"Come on... I'm here!"

"Kill you! Kill your dad tomorrow!"

"Haha, got you, playing illusions in front of me, you're still too early!"

In the thought network covering the entire void, the curses of mercenaries or space pirates came.

Some had just completed a kill, and some died within seconds of cursing.

But no matter what, they were all engaged in an epic battle, the sense of mission and glory of this battle stimulated the hearts of every warrior, so that even after countless years, their descendants were still excited in some records.

But in reality, the battle was not as glorious as written in the poems.

Compared with the results that humans gained, their sacrifices were even more amazing.

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Twelve thousand... Within half an hour of the two sides fighting, the number of human casualties reached this astonishing level.

You must know that these are not ordinary people, but cosmic warriors, any cosmic warrior from scratch, from weak to strong, must go through countless battles and training, time and resources to cultivate.

In contrast, Boka and Sasa only had about seven thousand casualties.

The battle damage between the two sides was extremely unbalanced, and there was no way to do it.

After all, compared with Boka and Sasa, humanity's foundation was too weak.

It was already a miracle to be able to persist until now.

But this does not mean a disadvantage, but rather a stronger outbreak...

In the starry sky, a figure shuttled like lightning, instantly drawing countless 'z's and invading a group of Sasa conquerors.

As soon as the figure changed from blurry to solid, he pointed a finger on the forehead of a Sasa conqueror.

"Desiccation!"

The Sasa conqueror was stunned for a moment, and then his body suddenly disintegrated, like scattered grains of sand.

The disaster then fully showed its figure, grinning at all the surrounding Sasa powerhouses.

"Sorry, seeing me is your disaster."

Raising one hand, a bone-chilling cold light flashed in the eyes of the disaster.

Ability, liquid manipulation!

Medium, magnetic field flow!

"Die, Anubis's mockery!!"

Boom, a storm suddenly rose, and all the Boka Sasa powerhouses within a few thousand meters lost their body fluids in the invisible magnetic fluid, turning into a group of dry sand.