Colonial Suit

This battle was now over.

But the aftermath gave Carrie a headache.

The destructive power of the comets was too great. Even though Blood Pupil had been consciously fighting at high altitude, and the final meteor fall had chosen an open area, the damage they inflicted on Serraridon was still appalling.

Half of the floating castle was cut off by the shock waves of their battle. The lower base completely fell, crushing thousands of buildings and causing thousands of casualties. At the same time, Blood Pupil's meteor fall also shattered Serraridon's surface metal layer, destroying countless buildings and bridges. Centered on the floating castle, thousands of kilometers around were littered with debris.

No one would know how terrible a comet-level battle was without seeing it with their own eyes. This was because they hadn't used their armor and had left some leeway. Otherwise, a full-fledged battle would have been enough to destroy the surface buildings of Serraridon's western hemisphere.

Of course, the Romick family would have to pay for all of this now.

Lying on the soft couch in the floating castle's bedroom, Carrie's teeth itched with hatred. She was really disgusted with the mercenary headquarters' behavior. These rampant mercenaries never cared about other people's feelings, using their power, which was enough to affect the balance of the world, to do whatever they wanted. Carrie was already considering whether to protest to the mercenary headquarters about this incident.

"Miss," a voice sounded beside her. It was the head butler.

"How are the statistics?" Carrie rubbed her forehead and sighed.

"A total of 3,276 square kilometers were affected. More than 83,000 buildings were damaged. Eighty-eight roads and thirty-one bridges were destroyed, not including hundreds of floating field generators," the head butler replied with a lowered head and expressionless face.

"We need to pay three million two hundred thousand star coins for this."

"Oh, that's really good news." Carrie felt her temples ache even more. She picked up a glass of wine, took a sip, and then asked, "What about the personnel?"

"Four thousand casualties. But not many actual deaths. Master Blood Pupil controlled the range during the battle. These people were mostly affected because they tried to watch the battle," the head butler's eyebrows jumped. "Miss, I don't think we need to consider their compensation. The insurance company will naturally be responsible."

"But don't forget, the insurance company is also our property," Carrie shook her head, feeling a splitting headache. Although these losses were not even a hair for the Romick family, this was, after all, the Romick family's main star, and the impact was really bad.

"Forget it. I think we have to swallow this loss no matter what. Go and summarize all the losses, and then send the bill to the mercenary headquarters," Carrie thought for a while and made this decision.

"But Miss, won't this make the mercenary headquarters dissatisfied?" the head butler reminded Carrie. "After all, their auditor was injured in our territory."

"Then tell them to negotiate with that Barquero or Blood Pupil. This is not something we can be responsible for," Carrie interrupted the head butler. At the end, she asked with some worry, "Are they two... alright?"

"I don't know," the head butler replied with a bowed back and expressionless face. "Because they have not yet woken up."

Serraridon Western Hemisphere, Zero Gravity Cell Regeneration Center.

In fact, the head butler guessed wrong. Just as they were studying the aftermath, Blood Pupil had already woken up. But lying in the warm, zero-gravity regeneration pod, Blood Pupil was too lazy to open his eyes.

As a constantly fighting warrior, he really needed this rare peace.

Of course, this tranquility could only soothe his body, but his mind was working at high speed. The previous battle flashed through Blood Pupil's mind like a revolving lantern, allowing him to analyze it carefully. He benefited a lot.

This battle with Barquero was of great help to Blood Pupil. Leaving aside the comet-level fighting style, the most important thing was that Barquero showed him what high-level lifeforms' characteristics were, and how to use these characteristics to form their own style.

Molecular touch, this was Barquero's characteristic. In general, this characteristic was not very useful, because it only allowed you to feel the existence of surrounding molecules, but it did not allow you to use it. But Barquero changed all of this. He didn't know what method he used to combine molecular touch with his fingers, forming an interference with molecular motion, and ultimately producing a terrifying molecular vibration.

Perhaps this molecular vibration's requirements for distance were too high, and it was difficult for ordinary people to use. But Barquero was also a melee mercenary. In this way, he was equal to possessing an almost indestructible destructive power.

Combination... this was the experience that Barquero left for Blood Pupil. It seemed simple, but it was not easy to integrate it into his own tactical system.

So what is my characteristic?

Blood Pupil slowly opened his eyes and quietly looked at his hands.

He knew that he could control force fields, but this was the characteristic of the colony armor. But his original characteristic had been sleeping all along. Blood Pupil didn't know when it would wake up, but there was no doubt that he couldn't wait any longer.

Characteristics would not awaken for no reason, nor would you necessarily possess them just because you became a comet-level. It was the proof of a high-level lifeform, something you had to pursue and obtain. If you could not obtain your own characteristic, then even if your level entered the comet, it was actually just an illusion.

Because you actually didn't have the qualifications of a high-level life!

That's right, qualifications!

This was the biggest difference between a high-level life and a general life. Being a high-level lifeform was itself a kind of pride, a kind of sublimation.

If you couldn't awaken your own characteristic, then what was the difference between you and a general life? Just stronger and more physically robust?

What a joke!

The reason why high-level life was evolution was because it changed the essence! An essence that was different from ordinary life, whether in body or spirit!

In the silent regeneration pod, Blood Pupil stared blankly at his hands, feeling a sense of confusion. In his eyes, the scars all over his body were decreasing, and his power was still surging like a tide. But this time he didn't feel any joy. It was as if it should have been like this, and the most needed thing had become empty.

Blood Pupil didn't know how to fill this emptiness. But he suddenly remembered one thing, which was the desire that awakened deep in his heart during the battle with Barquero.

That almost bloodthirsty, hungry, almost desperate desire to fight.

In previous battles, Blood Pupil had also felt the desire to fight many times. But he felt that this time was different from the past. Because he felt that it was as if something had awakened. And most importantly, it seemed that what awakened this time was not some consciousness, but an instinct.

An instinct buried deep in his bloodline, that had been sleeping for who knows how many years.

How many years?

Blood Pupil suddenly reacted and shook his head with some amusement. He didn't know why he suddenly had this idea. In fact, he was only twenty years old. How could he have had tens of thousands of years of sleep? It was ridiculous. Moreover, this instinct seemed to be just a flash in the pan, and had disappeared since the battle. This made Blood Pupil feel that he had hallucinated.

However, Blood Pupil still cared about this sudden desire, because he vaguely felt that this matter was not so simple, or that it was related to the characteristic he was most concerned about at the moment.

So, what exactly was going on with this desire?

Blood Pupil thought silently, suddenly feeling his left hand stir. It seemed that a consciousness was trying to contact him.

"Little Devil?" Blood Pupil was stunned.

He knew what was going on. It must be the little devil living in his left hand that was contacting him. Speaking of which, this guy had hardly appeared since the T6 battle, making him think that it had been assimilated by the core. But he didn't expect that this guy not only existed, but seemed to be doing well.

Feeling the active consciousness in his left hand, Blood Pupil smiled slightly. "What do you want to say? Little guy?"

The left hand transmitted a vague message, seeming a little proud, a little showy.

"You mean, the desire I awakened this time is similar to yours? Both are very hungry?" Blood Pupil was stunned, then laughed dumbly. "Stop joking, that's just a hallucination. I don't think there are other consciousnesses in my body. You should know this better than me."

The left hand moved again, transmitting a clearer message.

"Hmm?" Blood Pupil frowned. "You said that desire is not a strange consciousness, but myself? My own hunger? You said that I am actually like you, and I really want to eat something?"

"Are you looking to die? Do you want me to let the core talk to you?"

The left hand trembled immediately, sending out a somewhat fearful message. Vaguely, Blood Pupil seemed to see a kitten cowering at his feet, and even showing a flattering expression.

"You little guy," Blood Pupil shook his head with a smile. He was really speechless to this demon left hand. When it first appeared, it was so ferocious, and almost ate Blood Pupil. But now it was as well-behaved as a pet. But only Blood Pupil himself knew that it was not a pet, and once it had a chance, it would be more terrifying than any creature in this world.

The name of the demon left hand was not for nothing.

But fortunately, it was very well-behaved now. And in a sense, it was only beneficial to Blood Pupil, not harmful.

So Blood Pupil didn't mind chatting with it. "Speaking of which, you haven't been very active recently. Did something happen?"

The left hand's consciousness was stunned, then sent out a message, meaning what's the point of being active when I have food and sleep? Isn't it just asking for trouble to work so hard?

"I wipe!" Feeling like it was looking down on him, Blood Pupil's teeth itched with hatred. It felt like this little guy really regarded himself as a tenant, or the kind of freeloading tenant. Blood Pupil was so angry that he wondered if he should let the core start the extermination program and eliminate this lazy bastard from his body.

However, the little devil seemed to realize that saying this would annoy Blood Pupil, and hurriedly sent out a flattering message.

But this message made Blood Pupil stunned.

"You said let me find the core? It knows all this?"