Colonial Suit

After Robbie's shuttle disappeared, the universe fell silent, as if countless years had passed.

But this silence didn't last long. A speck of light appeared in the distance, followed by a shuttle 'jumping' out of it. In an instant, it arrived at their previous location. The front buffer of the shuttle simultaneously ejected a dazzling stream of energy, bringing it to a screeching halt.

After a while, the shuttle's hatch opened, and a warrior in full armor flew out. He held a large instrument in his hand and began searching back and forth. Soon, he seemed to find something. He put down the instrument and quickly re-entered the shuttle.

Inside the ship, Jules was sitting with her legs crossed on the captain's chair, still in her clean suit, sipping red wine and listening to music. She swayed her head gently to the elegant piano music, seemingly lost in it.

The armored warrior entered the bridge. His armor automatically detached, revealing a burly, muscular man.

"Did you find them?" Jules asked, her eyes still closed, as if she knew the man had entered.

"Yes... Madam," the man replied respectfully, handing Jules a data terminal.

Jules opened her eyes and glanced at the data terminal. "Indeed... they stopped here. This is the energy signature of Robbie's shuttle. They couldn't have left more than half an hour ago."

"Yes, Madam Jules," the man replied with fervent eyes. "But there is... more than one energy signature here."

"Oh?" Jules became interested and began manipulating the data terminal. As she did, the large instrument outside the shuttle began to automatically search, transmitting massive amounts of data.

After a short while, Jules let out a soft gasp. "This is pure positive ions, no... wait, so pure... this isn't positive ions, this is Holy Energy... Robbie's ability... Heaven's Armament?"

"Who is he fighting? This intensity... could it be a Meteor-class?"

"No... Madam. There are no signs of combat between mercenaries here. But there is something else," the man added, offering a piece of green material.

Jules recognized it with just one glance. "The wreckage of a Mir race's long-range cocoon. So Robbie killed that Mir vine. That's strange, why would he do that? Given his personality, he shouldn't have taken such drastic measures even if the other party provoked him. This is more like Bloodhound's style..."

Jules pondered for a moment, her expression gradually becoming serious.

"Could it be... they're covering something up?"

With that thought, she manipulated the controls again, expanding the search area. After a while, her eyes flashed, and her finger stopped on a certain piece of data.

"There was a third ship here at the time. This signature... is a Sykes clan ship..."

Images of two girls flashed through Jules' mind, and a smile appeared on her lips. "Indeed... they were here too. If that's the case, it explains why the Mir race clashed with Robbie."

"Madam, should we... pursue the Sykes clan now?" the man asked in a low voice.

They were also facing the problem of getting lost, and any help at this time would be valuable. Although Bloodhound could potentially provide more help, dealing with a cosmic mercenary was obviously not as good as dealing with the Sykes clan.

At the very least, the powerful Madam Jules could definitely suppress them.

But after thinking for a while, Jules rejected his suggestion.

"No... the Sykes clan are just a bunch of arrogant trash. They won't help us in our current situation. Bloodhound, on the other hand... although he was once my enemy, he is undoubtedly more worthy of contact. We don't have many uses left on the tracker. We don't need to waste such a valuable opportunity on the Sykes clan."

"Lock onto the signature of Robbie's shuttle, we're going to find them."

"Yes, Madam," the man replied respectfully, then carefully handed the data terminal to a crew member. This device was a high-tech instrument that Jules had brought from the Fourth World, and he dared not be careless with it.

In space, the shuttle quickly adjusted its attitude and chased after Bloodhound's direction.

But as soon as its figure disappeared, a certain area of space not far away suddenly twisted, and a strangely shaped ship appeared out of thin air.

In the ship's cabin, Sylvina was wearing a mocking smile, saying to the crew member beside her. "These mercenaries would never expect me to come back. Follow them, I want to know why they're all going in that direction."

"Yes, Miss Sylvina," the crew member replied respectfully.

At this time, Bloodhound and the others had just finished their warp.

On the screen in front of them, a planet was quietly rotating.

This was a white planet. It was white because its surface was covered in ice and snow. Even when observed from space, one could see the planet's towering peaks and steep valleys. Scanning reports indicated that the planet's surface temperature was consistently below minus fifty degrees Celsius, making for an extremely harsh environment.

"What is this planet?" Robbie asked, sitting in the captain's chair.

"Rotuska," Bloodhound replied faintly, his gaze fixed on the sphere on the screen. Rotuska was a transliteration. Only he knew that the true meaning of this planet's name was actually Ice Hell.

An ice-forged purgatory.

"Let's go down," Bloodhound stood up and walked towards the hatch.

"Wait," Robbie called out to him. "Aren't we landing with the shuttle?"

"No need," Bloodhound said without turning his head. "We can't take care of that thing. In comparison, the assault pods are more convenient."

"Understood," Robbie nodded and also left the captain's chair.

Ten minutes later, the shuttle ejected six assault pods, flying towards Rotuska like meteors, leaving long trails in the atmosphere, a beautiful sight to behold.

Carl walked out of his igloo.

Today was his hunting day.

The weather on Rotuska was very cold. Carl shivered as soon as he came out. He tightened the heavy fur cloak around his body and picked up a long knife from beside the igloo. The handle of the knife was worn out, but the blade was still as shiny as new. It was obviously a top-quality item worth ten ice coins.

In fact, this was Carl's greatest wealth. This long knife was said to be made of some kind of 'alloy', incredibly strong. No matter how hard it was chopped, it would not be damaged in the slightest. It was a family heirloom passed down from Carl's ancestors. It was also proof that his ancestors were once 'God Warriors'.

Speaking of God Warriors, Carl looked up at the sky, his eyes a little dazed.

This was already a legend. It was said that a long, long time ago, Rotuska was a planet favored by the gods. At that time, the weather was not as cold as it is now. Occasionally, there would be sunshine. The gods' favor led to the appearance of a huge canyon. The canyon was spring-like all year round, with picturesque scenery. Various novel beasts lived in it, and fruits and food were readily available.

That was the Divine Realm... the home built by the gods for the God Warriors. At that time, Rocaska held various competitions every year to select the most outstanding warriors to await the gods' selection.

God Warriors were the pride of Rotuska. Because they were the people closest to the gods. Every God Warrior who was selected would be worshiped by all the tribes on the planet. Girls were honored to serve God Warriors. The relatives and families of God Warriors would be taken care of by the gods and moved into the Divine Realm to live. They received admiring glances wherever they went.

Carl's ancestor was such a God Warrior. He was strong, brave, and loyal. He participated in battle after battle with the gods, earning countless merits. The gods favored him and specially designated an area in the Divine Realm as his private territory.

At that time, the Carl family was glorious. It was said that even the elders of the tribe would take the initiative to salute the people of the Carl family. If they said anything, a thousand strong men would be willing to do it for them. If they took a fancy to any girl, that girl would be so excited that she would not be able to sleep for three days and three nights.

However, this glory ended on the day the gods fell...

That was the doomsday when the gods fell. Carl didn't know how terrible it was. But according to the elders in the tribe, the sky was dark that day, and lightning and storms raged across the planet. The earth began to crack, and countless peaks rose and fell, and countless canyons cracked open. The Divine Realm was divided into two halves from the middle. In the earthquakes and storms, countless creatures were torn apart, and God Warriors fell from the sky like meteors. Among them were even the corpses of the gods.

Since then, Rocaster has entered an ice age. The temperature has become colder and colder, and the environment has become more and more harsh. Without the favor of the gods, this planet is as terrible as an ice hell. Perhaps because the power of the gods was leaked when the Divine Realm was destroyed, countless mutated creatures appeared on Rotuska. They madly attacked everyone.

But the Rotuska people still survived tenaciously.

The warrior blood flowing in their bodies allowed them to gradually adapt to the harsh environment and gradually learn how to resist mutated creatures. Their lifespans were shortened, but their physiques were stronger and faster. They also automatically awakened some special abilities. These abilities gave them the capital to continue living.

This is the power of the God Warriors... the respected elders told everyone.

The gods have not yet fallen, and we have not been abandoned by the gods. So let us be strong and continue to train ourselves cruelly. Because one day, the gods will return to this planet and select the strongest warriors from among us.

That is the glory of our race... and also proof that our race has regained the favor of the gods.

"Tch!" Carl spat, making a small pit in the ground.

What God Warriors, that old stubborn is probably still dreaming. We have long been abandoned by the gods, and the gods will never come again. Because the perfect gods will never choose losers. Warriors who cannot protect the gods are not worthy of the glorious title of God Warrior?!

Carl angrily carried the alloy knife on his shoulder, intending to start today's hunt.

But just then, he suddenly saw a meteor streaking across the sky... accurately landing on a mountain peak in the storm. With a roar, half of the mountain peak was blown away.

"Clang." Carl's long knife fell to the ground. His whole body was struck by lightning.

"Go... Gods...?"