Colonial Suit

The war... was gradually drawing to a close...

With the strong intervention of the Krodir Conquerors, the powerhouses of the Boka and Sasa Alliance were drinking the bitter fruit of ten thousand years ago.

The same starry sky, the same battlefield. Ten thousand years ago, they were the victors, and Krodir was isolated. But now, they were the losers, and Krodir was no longer alone.

Under the witness of this ancient battlefield, two races with the same characteristics, the same personalities, and seemingly the same fate finally joined hands to say no to fate.

And the joint battle between the powerhouses of ten thousand years ago and the powerhouses of today seemed to transcend time and space, freezing in a certain dim photograph.

Perhaps, this is the real destiny... who can say for sure?

In the starry sky, the flames of war continued, but it was obvious that the Boka and Sasa were running out of steam.

Their high-end forces were hunted down by the Krodir one by one, and the high-level war had fallen into defeat.

The low-level fleet battles were no match for the Human Alliance's massive ships, and they were gradually submerged in the ocean of steel and fire.

The battle line advanced rapidly, approaching the huge ring.

And the ring no longer 'spit out' warriors, as if the Boka and Sasa had admitted defeat.

In any case... victory was at hand.

"Assault!" A heavy assault fleet spewed out dazzling contrails, plunging into the enemy's ranks.

Then came the dense fire coverage from the rear.

The power of steel tore apart the noble magic patterns, crushing one gorgeous Boka warship after another.

Countless escape pods shot out from them, becoming a magnificent spectacle.

"Release all fighters, open a path for our Eden!!" The captain of the mothership in the rear shouted, slamming his captain's hat on the table.

Fighting to this point, there was no more gentlemanliness.

War was not a dance party.

No matter how high-sounding the reasons, they were covered with corpses and blood.

Humanity had come to this day with sacrifice and faith, and would not allow any accidents to happen.

And everyone knew that the door to the seventh level of Naraka was not so easy to open, it involved deep space technology.

Eden was needed as a guide...

They had been desperate, but the legendary Krodir's joining greatly boosted everyone's spirits, as if they had received divine blessing.

Even if their own 'god' once had an identity as a demon.

"Looks like we're going to win." On the bow of the Twilight of the Gods on the other side of the starry sky, Heck smiled at Sloth.

Sloth was still a little confused and hummed unconsciously.

Just like that, they won?

The powerful lineup of Boka and Sasa that had almost driven humanity to despair, was just submerged by the black torrent of the Krodir?

The battles that ended in an instant, the flying corpses, and the dying screams, all proved that the two sides were not on the same level at all?

Why was this?

Were the Krodir too strong?

Or were the Boka and Sasa too weak?

"That's ten thousand years of accumulation..." Heck seemed to see what Sloth was wondering, and murmured softly.

"In their hearts, who knows how much resentment, how much power has accumulated.

Perhaps for us humans, fighting to the death is the highest point of will, but for them, death is just an accumulation.

Even if they die, they will never give up that will."

"Never let go... of hard-won freedom and dignity."

"A race born to fight, their accumulation is terrifying.

Plus the decay of the Boka and Sasa in today's universe.

I don't think there's anything surprising about such a result." Heck finally sighed and praised softly.

"Especially, they have the most outstanding warriors in this universe... whether in the past or now."

Heck's words were not an exaggeration.

Because the Krodir's legend was not self-proclaimed, but passed down by word of mouth among the universe's civilizations.

In that distant era of great chaos, they used their fists to open the door to racial dignity.

They were given the title of fighting nation by the world.

Just two pieces of data can show their specialness, that is, in the history of the universe.

The only race without the concept of 'civilians', and the only race without natural death (all died in battle, natural death is a disgrace in Krodir).

Every Krodir.

From the moment they are born, they must learn to fight, they must adapt to fighting.

They are not machines, but they must base the fighting factor on their blood and melt it into their instincts.

Whether it is anger, rage, or any environment, they can exert the strongest power.

This is the reason for their 100% effective combat power!

And how can the will of such a race be extinguished even if they are destroyed by the hostility of the entire universe?

They are back, in another form, another posture...

Although... only on this glorious battlefield.

A stream of light flew through the starry sky, it was a human mercenary, and behind him were several Boka adjudicators chasing closely.

Although the entire battlefield had gradually come under human control, fierce battles still existed in some areas.

This mercenary was targeted by the Boka while protecting an allied fleet, and was chased for seven minutes.

Without a doubt, he was exhausted.

Not only was his own energy pool almost depleted, but even the combat potions in his armor had entered the red line.

Every minute and every second under high-intensity combat devoured astronomical numbers of resources, even a meteor-level like him would be no exception.

But he did not give up.

Even in such a difficult environment, he was still moving at high speed, trying to lure this small team of Boka away from the allied ships.

War was not a one-person game.

Even if he died here, he would carry out his duty to the end.

"Don't run!"

"Catch him, Qiuke, is the lock complete?

If it is complete, immediately cut off his anti-space chain!"

The Boka adjudicators in the rear chased after him relentlessly.

Even if the battle situation was unfavorable to them, they had to kill this human mercenary first.

These lowly ants had smeared too much filth on the noble Boka, and they had to compensate with their lives!

Powerful thought power was fully operating, and finally completed the lock during a mistake by the human mercenary, and then a light cage of solidified medium appeared around the human mercenary, firmly imprisoning him in it.

"It's going to end..." The human mercenary gasped for breath, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

"Only lasted... ten minutes..."

In this instant, many scenes flashed before his eyes, there were his children, women, and also his family, friends.

But in the end, a huge mechanical planet appeared...

A smile appeared on his scarred face, and he slowly closed his eyes.

But in the next moment, a black light suddenly fell from above, instantly drawing seven or eight 'z' trajectories in the Boka's ranks, the sharp silver light flashed and disappeared, cutting all these Boka into pieces.

The human mercenary opened his eyes in shock, but saw a Krodir Conqueror wearing black colonial armor with cold eyes.

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He was also looking at the human mercenary.

That moment of gaze was very strange, there was disdain, curiosity, regret, and also expectation...

The human mercenary was very strange, how could a seemingly indifferent man have such complex eyes and such rich emotions.

Then he saw the Krodir Conqueror walking towards him, tearing open the cage of solidified medium.

He reached out to the human mercenary... without speaking.

The human mercenary hesitated for a moment, and also reached out his hand.

The two hands were held together like this, and then the human mercenary heard a hoarse voice.

"Live well."

"Live with dignity."

In the next moment, the human mercenary saw this black figure rot and disintegrate in front of him, the colonial armor on his body screamed sharply, devouring the host in a few breaths, and then it turned into a pool of blood, he disappeared...

But his last words still lingered in the human mercenary's ears.

Live well, live with dignity...(To be continued..)

ps: From the night before yesterday to now, Xiao Dao has only slept for 4 hours, it's a pity that Xiao Dao's rest is getting more and more difficult, sleeping during the day, the child will definitely toss me every 15 minutes, Xiao Dao really wants to sing conquer.