Colonial Suit

Elder Hans walked towards the steps, leaving the hundred warriors behind him in place.

These warriors were all dressed in crude leather armor, not only severely worn but also visibly patched in places. They looked very destitute. The weapons in their hands were also a motley collection, causing the other elders to shake their heads.

Elder Cass's warriors, on the other hand, were completely different. Having the resources of a tribe of tens of thousands naturally made a big difference. His warriors' leather armor, though equally simple, was made of new materials. The weapons in their hands were also more uniform. And more importantly, compared to Elder Hans's warriors, his warriors had rosy complexions and were more robust in build.

This was clearly the result of having more abundant food. The contrast in strength between the two tribes was vividly reflected in their warriors.

However, Elder Hans's warriors were extremely vigorous in spirit. Although they were only standing still, an invisible and intangible fighting intent surged upwards, sweeping across all directions like a gale. Everyone's eyes held a gaze that thirsted for battle.

Yes, thirsting for battle, thirsting for sacrifice.

Looking at this group of silent warriors, Elder Cass's pupils contracted slightly, and his heart sank a little.

He knew that this duel would probably not end well. Judging from the mental state of these warriors, they were not inferior to his own. Even if he ultimately won, there probably wouldn't be many warriors left who participated in this duel.

"Begin," he said to an elder beside him, who was the appointed adjudicator for this duel.

The elder nodded and walked onto a platform at the edge of the steps. Then, he began to read aloud, clearly stating the reason for this duel, and then proceeded to announce the rules of the duel.

The whole process seemed extremely solemn. Including Elder Cass, everyone present stood quietly and respectfully, highlighting a sense of sanctity. When the adjudicating elder finished reading, a cruel glint flashed in the eyes of both Elder Hans and Elder Cass.

At the same time, their warriors formed two separate formations in the arena below.

The adjudicating elder then nodded in satisfaction and announced the most important part of this duel.

The main gods of both sides will appear!

The entire arena erupted in an uproar. All eyes focused on Elder Hans and Elder Cass. Elder Cass smiled coldly, then turned around and gave a respectful salute to those behind him.

The crowd behind him parted to both sides, and a group of figures in hooded cloaks walked out.

Their figures were hidden under the hooded cloaks, making it impossible to see their faces clearly, but they exuded a terrifying aura. As soon as they appeared, they suppressed the hearts of every elder like a king, making it difficult to breathe. Especially the one in the front, his physique was extremely burly, with a height of more than two meters, looking like a mountain, looking down on all living beings with cold eyes.

Their numbers were not large, only five, but the pressure they brought was more exaggerated than all the warriors in the arena. With their appearance, everyone involuntarily held their breath, and their bodies trembled slightly.

Is this…divine might?

Although it was somewhat different from the legendary divine might, people could no longer clearly distinguish it because the era was too long ago. They only knew that this terrifying pressure was pressing on their hearts like a boulder, making it difficult for them to even breathe. In pairs of fearful eyes, the figures wrapped in hooded cloaks walked out of the crowd step by step, and finally came to the high platform in front of Elder Cass.

The burly man at the front glanced down with cold eyes, eventually landing on the two groups of warriors facing each other in the arena.

"Cass, are these the enemies this time?"

"Yes, my lord!" Elder Cass respectfully lowered his head, not even daring to look directly at the man. As the person closest to him, Elder Cass could feel the terrifying power emanating from him more than anyone else. This feeling directly destroyed his mental defenses, making him feel as if he was standing naked in front of the other party.

Elder Cass didn't know if this was the legendary divine might, but he didn't want to find out. The fate of his entire tribe was already tied to these people in front of him. If he failed today, then he...

"What are you worried about?" the tall man said without turning his head, his voice extremely cold. "Are you worried about those vermin you mentioned?"

"My lord…" The elder's heart trembled. He never expected the other party to call Blood瞳 that.

He had seen Blood瞳 with his own eyes and knew how terrifying it was. In fact, in terms of characteristics, Blood瞳 was more in line with the legendary main god than the people in front of him. But now he didn't dare to say anything, because these people were already his gods.

"What a cowardly fellow." After waiting for a while without hearing Elder Cass's reply, the tall man shook his head disdainfully. "This planet is too primitive. So primitive that I have no interest in it. If it weren't for you interesting creatures, I wouldn't even plan to stay here. But Cass, are you sure that as long as I kill them, everyone on this planet will obey me?"

"…" Elder Cass's heart sank, but after thinking for a while, he gritted his teeth and nodded. "Yes, my lord. As long as you win today, everyone will obey you."

"Even if I make them my slaves?"

"Yes."

"Very good. You've made me a little interested, Cass." The tall man turned his back to Elder Cass, the corners of his mouth hidden under the hood slightly raised, revealing a cruel smile.

"Go, tell them to let that vermin you fear come out. I'll take care of them together."

"Yes." Elder Cass immediately stepped forward and shouted loudly to Elder Hans, "Hans, what are you waiting for? Does your false god no longer dare to show himself?"

"How can we speculate on our Lord's actions?" Elder Hans's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't even bother to look at the other party. "When the time comes, our Lord will naturally grant you destruction."

"Hmph. I see he doesn't dare to come out!" Elder Cass angrily cursed. He turned his head and said to the tall man, "My lord, I'm afraid they are lurking in the dark trying to harm you. I think we should let the warriors start first. When these blasphemers are suppressed, that false god will definitely appear."

"What a boring trick." The tall man snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "Do you still need to use trapping tactics against these wastes who don't even have armor?"

"I don't want to waste time. Number 9, go. There's no need to wait for that vermin, just kill all these guys directly. Then we'll go to their tribe. For those who resist, erasing their existence is the easiest way. If that vermin is used to hiding in the shadows, then let him rot in the shadows."

Following his words, a thin figure walked out. It was Number 9, as he called him.

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He also had a pair of cold eyes. He walked down the steps silently.

His figure was very thin, but at this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on him. Watching him step into the arena step by step, coming to the front of Cass's warriors. Seeing his appearance, all the warriors of the Cass tribe showed excited gazes, and their breathing became heavy.

"My name is Number 9. I'm here to kill you," Number 9 said simply. This was the only sentence he had said since he appeared.

With this sentence, the warriors of the Hans tribe on the opposite side suddenly felt a chill coming over them, like the cold wind from the two poles of Rotsca, making people feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave in an instant.

In contrast, the warriors of the Cass tribe on the opposite side all let out excited howls, waving their weapons and rushing up.

The battle broke out after this sentence!

The Cass warriors were so fanatical, like a herd of crazy rhinos. They burst out with terrifying fighting intent while still running. Among them, the man with a scar on his face was especially prominent. He wielded a huge battle axe and knocked back a Hans warrior who tried to stop him with just one blow. Then, he charged into the formation of the Hans tribe.

Following his advance, the other Cass warriors followed closely, making fierce contact with the Hans warriors.

If someone were watching from a high altitude at this moment, they would see the warriors of the two tribes like two iron plates, colliding together without any fancy moves. For a time, blood splattered everywhere, and there were rolling bodies everywhere. Sparks flew everywhere as weapons clashed. Amidst the wild roars of the warriors, this battle of only two hundred people was like a real battlefield.

This was a contest of strength, and it was clear that the warriors of the Hans tribe were slightly inferior in this regard. In just one exchange, their formation was pushed back five meters.

But this didn't mean they had lost their momentum. On the contrary, like a compressed spring, they would eventually release their power.

The Hans warriors at the very front who were in contact with the enemy suddenly widened their eyes and let out an indescribable strange cry. Immediately afterwards, their arms slid down at the same time, placing the weapons in their hands on top of the opponent's weapons, drawing a strange arc together. At the same time, a shoulder charge hit the enemy's chest and abdomen.

This was obviously a special combat technique. The Cass warriors on the opposite side, despite having far greater strength than them, were involuntarily pushed back. At the same time, several Hans warriors in the second row suddenly bent over, like ghosts, and drilled out from under the ribs of their companions in front, slashing their knives into the enemy's knees.

There was a shrill scream, and several Cass warriors fell down on the spot.

They suppressed the Hans tribe in terms of strength, but in terms of skill, the Hans tribe was obviously stronger. Especially the team cooperation between a hundred people, which was like one body. Immediately, the warriors of the Cass tribe suffered a great loss.

Seeing this scene, a cold light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the lone Number 9 in the rear. He slowly raised his right hand.

This action attracted everyone's attention. People didn't even look at the fierce battle in the arena. All eyes were focused on Number 9. There was only one thought in their minds.

What on earth is he going to do? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to (.) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)