Colonial Suit

Number 9's hand emerged from beneath the hooded cloak, very pale…

In fact, on the planet Rottersca, people no longer saw such pale hands. It was excessively pale, even surpassing the skin's natural color, somewhat like… ice rock?

But the next moment, this hand suddenly burst apart.

That's right, burst. A blue light flowed from Number 9's shoulder, instantly circling around the arm. Immediately following, the entire arm exploded with a bang, transforming into a cloud of 'pale' fragments.

Amidst the scattering fragments, people were astonished to discover that Number 9's arm was gone. Replacing it… was a thick cylinder exuding a metallic luster. Countless metal pieces carrying blue electric light revolved around this cylinder, like swirling snowflakes. Numerous electric arcs connected them, while the central cylinder crackled and sparked constantly.

The cylinder wasn't solid; it had a hole in the middle, as wide as a bowl. So it looked… like a cannon barrel.

"What is that!?" The elders present all focused their gazes, standing up excitedly.

Although they lived in this primitive and savage world, it didn't mean they hadn't seen high-tech weaponry. The thing Number 9 had brought out was strikingly similar to a legendary object.

That was… a component of divine armor!!

"He really is a Divine General!?" An elder widened his eyes, disbelievingly exclaiming.

However, there was no time for them to be surprised. Number 9 began to move. He casually raised the 'cannon barrel,' which was thicker than his body, aiming at the most intense part of the battle in front.

A burst of dense electrical noise passed. The muzzle lit up with a dazzling blue light. The next moment, with a loud buzzing sound, he was propelled backward by the recoil.

At the same time, a dazzling blue beam of light violently tore through the air, instantly piercing through the entire arena…

Amidst the piercing hum, this blue beam of light directly penetrated more than a dozen fighting warriors, then slammed hard into the wall at the other end of the arena, immediately causing it to cave in, creating a huge crater with a diameter of three meters. After the light beam dissipated, the inside of the crater had been scorched and melted by the high temperature, revealing brownish-black crystals.

But that wasn't the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing was that, wherever the blue beam of light passed, the entire arena floor seemed to be ripped apart, revealing a long and deep groove. And the more than a dozen warriors who had been in the path of the light beam all had a neat hole in their bodies, a hole that one could see right through.

"Gerk…" The dozen or so warriors looked at the smooth holes in their bodies, their faces revealing shock and disbelief. The next moment, they softly collapsed to the ground, silently dying.

"Wow…" The entire arena erupted in an uproar. All the elders stood up in astonishment.

This power… was too terrifying.

But the most terrifying thing wasn't the power of this attack, but Number 9's ruthlessness. He was actually indiscriminately attacking, showing no mercy! Of the dozen or so warriors he killed, seven were from the Hans tribe, and six… were actually people from Elder Cass's faction.

"My Lord… what is going on!?" On the viewing platform, Elder Cass couldn't sit still. He abruptly stood up and asked the tall man, his eyes filled with not only fear but also anger.

In front of him, the tall man seemed not to notice, still emitting a cold aura.

"What's so surprising?" he replied calmly, as if it were just a trivial matter. "Number 9 is just doing what he should be doing. Voices of opposition should be eliminated."

"But… there are our warriors in there. They are loyal to you," Elder Cass said anxiously. He didn't know why this Lord God was different from the legends. Weren't the tribe's warriors sacrifices dedicated to the Lord God? Why didn't the Lord God cherish them?

"Quiet," the tall man said displeased. He turned his head and glanced at Elder Cass. Elder Cass immediately saw a pair of blood-red eyes.

"To achieve victory, the first thing to pay is sacrifice…" the tall man stared coldly at Elder Cass, his gaze containing killing intent. "This is our style. If you're not used to this, then you better try to get used to it now. Otherwise, the next person to be sacrificed will be you."

"My Lord…" Elder Cass's heart trembled. A surge of fear overwhelmed him, causing him to involuntarily lower his head, not daring to meet those blood-red eyes.

The tall man then nodded in satisfaction. He turned back and continued to focus on the battlefield, and then casually added.

"Cass, this is the first time you've contradicted me, and I hope it's the last."

The voice was faint, but it sounded like thunder in Elder Cass's ears. His face turned pale and he knelt down, trembling, no longer speaking.

At this time, Number 9 was wreaking havoc below, launching two more blue beams of light in succession. However, because of the previous example, the Hans tribe's warriors were clearly wary of him. Every time they saw him raise the cannon muzzle, they would evade in advance, making his two attacks less effective, killing less than ten people. In contrast, the Cass tribe's warriors had suffered no less than five casualties.

Although they roared and were willing to sacrifice themselves for Number 9, the problem was that their combat skills were obviously inferior to those of the Hans tribe's warriors. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't entangle their opponents and create more attack opportunities for Number 9.

Seeing this scene, the tall man gradually frowned and said impatiently.

"It seems letting Number 9 go was a mistake. These guys are too annoying. Number 7, Number 5, you go down too. Resolve these trash as soon as possible, we still have a lot to do."

"Yes," two figures behind the tall man replied in a low voice, then walked down the steps.

Their appearance once again attracted the attention of the entire audience. People looked over in horror. Number 9 alone was already so terrifying. Now there were Number 7 and Number 5 too. What terrifying combat power would that be?

Three Divine Generals… The Hans tribe's warriors would probably be wiped out in an instant.

On the viewing platform, many elders looked at Hans with pity in their eyes. But Elder Hans seemed not to notice, still maintaining a calm expression. He didn't even flinch when his own warriors were killed by Number 9.

The situation in the arena suddenly became grim. When the two newly appeared Divine Generals walked to Number 9's side, everyone knew that the duel had become hopeless. Without the participation of a Lord God, Elder Hans's side was like ants in front of the Lord God on Elder Cass's side.

The only thing to wait for was destruction.

But at this moment, a strange wind sound suddenly came from the sky.

The sound was somewhat like the howling of a gale, and somewhat like thunder. Before everyone could understand what was happening, several small white dots appeared in the distant sky.

The white dots were extremely small, so small that they were difficult to observe with the naked eye. But in an instant, they rapidly increased in size, like several meteorites falling from the sky, frantically descending towards the arena. The extremely high speed tore through the sky, leaving long trails behind.

"What is that!?" All the elders stood up in surprise, staring dumbfounded at the sky.

In their eyes, the white dots had turned into several fireballs, crashing down towards the arena. The target was those three Divine Generals. The speed was so fast that even the naked eye couldn't keep up.

The three Divine Generals obviously noticed these fireballs falling from the sky. But the speed of the fireballs was too fast. The covered area was even wider, and in just a breath's time, they arrived above their heads.

With a loud "boom," the fireballs crashed into the ground. In an instant, the ground within a radius of several hundred meters, centered on the landing point, simultaneously caved in. Visible shockwaves swept in all directions. All the battles within the range of the shockwaves were blown away like leaves. A large amount of soil and stones mixed with debris shot into the sky. Immediately following, a large amount of flames erupted, engulfing the entire arena in the intertwined destruction of flames and debris.

Yes, it was destruction.

No one could describe the terror brought by these fireballs. This was simply a disaster, a disaster of destruction. In the flames, a layer of the entire arena was shaved off. Debris shot everywhere. The flames and shockwaves converged into a terrifying storm, not only blowing away the warriors of both sides who were dueling, but also completely engulfing the three Divine Generals, completely obscuring their shadows.

In this apocalyptic scene, no one noticed that several shadows had shot out from the storm, rushing towards several specific directions like lightning.

"Assault pods!!"

On the viewing platform, the tall man's eyes were gloomy as he said through gritted teeth. Behind him was Elder Cass, who was dumbfounded.

Careless…

The tall man's face was extremely gloomy. He didn't expect anyone to use assault pods as weapons to attack them. He also didn't expect them to choose this time. Although the arena in front of him was spacious, the surrounding walls formed a barrier, restricting the dodging space of his companions. In this environment, even if his companions reacted quickly, they would inevitably be covered. Moreover, the speed of the assault pods had obviously been strengthened. Obviously, the other party intended to use them as weapons from the beginning.

Who!

Who was so ruthless! To come up with this attack method!!

The tall man's teeth were about to be crushed. His bloodthirsty gaze was fixed on the arena. He wanted to see which guy was so fierce, even more unscrupulous than him. This attack method could no longer be called cruel, it was simply violent!!

A kind of aura that carried the spirit of dying with the enemy, a violence that made his heart chill!!

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated. The shockwaves brought by the fireballs finally approached the end. Many elders who had been knocked down also climbed up in a sorry state, opening their eyes full of fear.

Looking at the gradually clearer figures in the arena.

In one of the figures' hands, he was actually carrying a person.

Number 9. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to (.) to vote for recommendations, your support is my greatest motivation.)