Colonial Suit

In the void, countless battleships crisscrossed, clashing amidst the cannon fire. Savage steel collided with ornate magical导 materials, sparking brilliant flares. Occasionally, a battleship would list, explode, and ignite a ball of fire in the starry sky.

Below the intense battlefield, human warriors pierced through like specters, crushing any who stood in their way.

Having experienced the battle of the sixth layer, the human warriors had clearly improved and changed their tactics. The fierce clashes of the past were gone, replaced by assembly line-like operations. They advanced rapidly in loose formations, engaging any enemy with only a single attack from each warrior, starting with the first to make contact, flowing as smoothly as clouds and water. This was the tactic the Crodir conquerors had shown them.

However, compared to the Crodir, their movements were more precise and coordinated, like a colossal killing machine.

The Crodir were world-renowned powerhouses; even without these cooperative techniques, they were incredibly strong.

But humans were not. As ants in the eyes of advanced civilizations, lowly creatures, humans had long learned how to utilize every available resource. Before venturing into the universe, they had worked in groups, their work mode very similar to an ant colony. The Crodir's assembly line operation was precisely their strength.

It could be said that the Crodir opened a door for them, but they did it even better than the Crodir!

Cooperation! Group, large-scale, wide-area cooperation! Every individual involved in the assembly line, whether a powerful planetary-level warrior or a crew member of a warship, was a cog in this killing machine!

Humans were absorbing and sublimating the experience inherited from the Crodir with a different spirit, thereby developing an art! An art of abandoning the individual for the sake of war!

It could be said that, on a cosmic level, humans were a very special and contradictory race.

They were special because they possessed both acceptance and rejection as racial traits. They could accept those who could be utilized and reject those who could not.

They were contradictory because they had two opposing characteristics: extreme individualization and extreme collectivization. In this universe, no life form had more desires than humans, so every human had strong independence, which was extreme individualization. Schemers, kings, and heroes were representatives of this type. Relatively, under a powerful centralized authority, humans would exhibit absolute extreme collectivization, which manifested in sacrificing individual interests for the benefit of the group, sacrificing the individual and obeying the overall situation. (Seeing this, everyone should know which race Little Knife used as the prototype for humans, right? Hehe.)

In summary, the rise of humans was not accidental, but a necessity of the universe's operation. And when this necessity began to seek its own position, then all the old and decayed would be shattered because of it.

Boom!

Another Sasa Overlord exploded into pieces in the void. Then a group of figures passed through its location.

The leader of this group, a mercenary, glanced ahead and said in a deep voice.

"We can't continue forward. We still have to cross seven or eight major battlefields. Continuing forward will encounter more resistance. If we don't want to be intercepted by this resistance, we need a passage!"

"But where is there a passage?" Another female space pirate said, her beautiful eyes looking around. "We're the only ones left here. The warships of the Moses and Vinesnake tribes can't help us. If you need a passage, then we have to open it ourselves."

"Captain, are you afraid of death?"

"Nonsense, of course I'm afraid." The mercenary's face turned slightly red, and he glared fiercely at the female space pirate, but still answered, "But if we can't complete the mission, then what difference does it make whether we live or die? Even if I haven't found my other half, I can't dream about it at this time."

Saying that, he turned to look at the team members and ordered in a deep voice, "Prepare. I'll contact the higher-ups one more time. If there's no passage, then we'll do it. Anyone who hasn't prepared a will, do it now!"

"Ha!" The team members all chuckled, but their eyes burned with surging fighting spirit.

Whether it's others or themselves, as long as they can open a passage, what does a little sacrifice matter? They don't lack money, women, or power. Their individual desires have already been satisfied. The only thing they can't satisfy is their lonely but glory-craving heart.

Strive for a place in the sun! This is not the declaration of mankind, but the declaration of all humble lives!

Let death come more gloriously!

Each team member's eyes flickered with a desire for victory. Their bodies seemed to be burning, charging towards their target in a loose but subtly ordered formation.

If there is no passage, our bones will be the passage.

During the charge, a female voice suddenly sounded. "Captain, I heard you're still single?"

"Is it too abrupt to ask this question during a mission?"

"If it's okay, would you like to go out with me after the mission?"

"Uh, even missions need to respect human rights. I boldly accept."

"Hahahaha..." The laughter of the team members echoed, farther and farther, weaker and weaker.

They were all insignificant mercenaries and space pirates, but on this apocalyptic battlefield, who could say they weren't heroes?

The mercenary team's determination was undoubtedly firm, but war ultimately did not shift according to personal will. Just as they were preparing to sacrifice everything, several mountain-sized figures had already crashed into the main battlefield ahead of them. With a loud bang, tens of thousands of beams and artillery fire simultaneously struck these giant figures, dissolving more than half of them. But even so, more giant figures emerged from behind, throwing themselves into the front line without regard for their lives.

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"They're ancient Titans!"

A mercenary screamed. "They're opening a passage for us!"

"Oh my god... they died so tragically! They didn't even leave behind their Titan cores!"

"But they succeeded! They attracted enemy fire for us and broke through the defenses blocking us! Guys, now is our time!"

"Charge!"

"Quick, quick, quick! Before we get killed! Seize the Gate of Eternal Farewell!"

A group of mercenaries shouted, turning into black shadows under the void, piercing through the passage opened by the Titan race...

And behind them, Blood瞳 and Robbie silently followed, their faces expressionless.

"Don't mind it, Blood瞳," Robbie comforted. "This is war. Any sacrifice is inevitable."

"I know," Blood瞳 replied. The gloom in his eyes did not dissipate at all. "I just feel like it's not that simple."

"Perhaps, our battle has only just begun..."(To be continued ~^~)