Colonial Suit

Ice crystals spread through the void, forming a silvery-white ocean.

Hark silently watched their unwilling faces, a cruel smile on his lips. "To die at the hands of ants, aren't you unhappy?

"But it doesn't matter, you are not the first, nor will you be the last." Saying that, he turned and stepped into the anti-space... "I'm busy, I can't see you off, but I'll send you a few companions later, don't forget to say hello for me."

"Death, only when linked together, is awe-inspiring."

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At the same time, in another starfield, Brute was caught in a bitter battle. Although he possessed the power of a peak planet-level and led a remarkable team, the enemy he faced was too strong. A kill squad led by a Grand Inquisitor was on his tail, chasing him through two warp jumps.

Grand Inquisitors were high-ranking units of the Inquisition, with the lowest rank reaching the upper level of a star. With his current strength, challenging them was no different from seeking death.

In the starfield, Brute moved at high speed, while using telepathy to notify his companions.

"Get ready, in twelve seconds, the enemy will definitely jump out of normal space. I'll start the first attack, the meteor-level will follow me, and the comet-level will escape immediately."

"But Lord Brute, if you continue like this..."

"Shut up, this is our responsibility!" Brute replied coldly. "Even if you all die here, it's only natural. The only difference is..."

He raised his head, looking at the void ahead where war raged. "Whether it's worth it."

Silently, the starfield ahead began to distort. The enemy was about to jump out. A mercenary suddenly asked, "Lord Brute, is it true that you once fought alongside that legendary Blood-Eyed One?

Brute was slightly stunned, then revealed a knowing smile. "It's true."

"Then, are you also a legend?

"I'm not..." Brute replied, his eyes fixed on the distorting warp point. He repeated in a low voice, "Not yet..."

"Not yet."

The enemy came quickly. In fact, on this ever-changing battlefield, the exchange of pursuit and counterattack often happened in an instant. Therefore, in order to maximize the damage to the enemy, both humans and Bokasasa valued efficiency. Brute's idea was good, but not everyone had his reaction speed. Almost at the same time as he issued the order, the void began to fluctuate, and figures jumped out one by one.

"Attack!!" Brute shouted, firing a particle beam first. But his achievement was only killing a few Boka adjudicators. More adjudicators dodged his and his companions' attacks through strange light energy refraction.

Watching the enemy jump out in the starfield, Brute suddenly felt a bad premonition.

"Go!!"

Too late...

Just as he gave the order, an invisible force field had quietly spread around, firmly grasping Brute and his body. His companions were even worse, compressed by the force field into flesh and blood that could not be recognized.

"Boka people!"

Brute's eyes widened instantly. The opponent's counterattack was too fast, obviously premeditated. And his ambush here became a joke. Compared with the star peak Grand Inquisitor, even if he possessed planet-level power, he was equally fragile and powerless.

But this was not a reason to retreat. Brute's mind raced, but his face was very calm. "Hey, looks like we can't escape."

"B...Lord Brute..." A mercenary struggled in the force field, clutching his throat with both hands. "Please...don't...don't give up..."

"Give up?" Brute raised his head, looking in a strange direction. He said softly. "Good idea, but...too embarrassing."

As he spoke, his body became highly blurred, instantly turning into countless dancing light points. The highly materialized cognition of the particle world allowed him to penetrate the enemy formation like a storm. Boka warriors trembled, these dense light points passing through their bodies without causing any damage.

Finally, Brute appeared at a certain coordinate behind the enemy. As soon as he condensed his body, he bent over and spat out large mouthfuls of blood.

Continuous high-intensity battles had emptied his body, leaving him in a state of extreme weakness.

"Hmph, a dying struggle." In the Boka formation, an old man in white robes separated from the guards and appeared in front of all the mercenaries. He looked at Brute coldly. "Useless ants, do you only know how to use these stupid tricks? Your ambush failed, you want to use these fireworks to amuse me?

"Fireworks? Cough cough..." Brute coughed violently, but his eyes flashed with cruel light. "If you think so, then...that's great..."

He raised his hand and slowly clenched it in front of the old man. His body became even more hunched. "Let you see...the power of...fireworks."

"Assimilation, particle infection!!"

"What!?" The old man was shocked, but when he looked again, he found that all the attendants following him were trembling violently, their bodies turning into blurred particle forms. They roared and struggled, but could not stop it in any way.

In just a few seconds, all the attendants following him turned into white light in the surge of particles.

The old man was furious. As a Grand Inquisitor, he had never seen anyone dare to play these little tricks in front of him, and the most important thing was that he succeeded. Brute's behavior was like a slap in the face, making his face burn.

"You're courting death!?"

The old man raised his hand, and a golden beam shot at Brute, instantly erasing half of Brute's body. Then he raised his finger, and actually killed all the human mercenaries bound by the force field one by one, turning them into nothingness in the surge of golden light.

"Have you heard of medium conversion? Ant." The old man put down his hand and said to Brute with a grimace. "But don't worry, I won't kill you immediately...I will let your medium fall into stagnation, let you wander between life and death for ten thousand years!! You will not die, but you will not live, you will be in eternal pain, repenting of your sins between life and death!"

"Cough cough...I...I'm so scared..." Brute coughed violently, half of his body trembling like a sieve. The Grand Inquisitor was right, he did have the ability to put Brute in a state between life and death, becoming a living 'corpse'. That would be the most painful thing in the world, ten thousand times more miserable than dying immediately.

"It's a pity..." In his dying moments, Brute murmured with scattered eyes.

"Pity what?" The old man was slightly stunned, frowning.

"It's a pity..." Brute opened his mouth wide, as if to breathe in a non-existent 'air', and said weakly. "What I infected just now...wasn't...those few wastes..."

"What!?"

The old man was shocked, but saw that his fingers had begun to blur at some point, gradually turning into particle form...He was shocked, but he couldn't stop it in any way. The power of the star level was running at full strength, but he could only watch his body turn into nothingness little by little.

In the starfield, only two groups of white light gradually remained, one was the constantly transforming Grand Inquisitor, and the other...was the neither living nor dead Brute.

Brute's mind began to blur. In his dying moments, he seemed to hear his companion's question again.

"Then, Lord, are you also a legend?

"I think...I am..."

He said this, closing his eyes contentedly. (To be continued...)