Colonial Suit

This was a battlefield of immense scale.

Even with Xuetong's eyesight, he couldn't grasp its size immediately. And on this vast battlefield, a cruel, primitive, and bloody war was unfolding.

Ten thousand against…

One person.

Yes, Xuetong had already seen that there were no more guardians on the massive altar. The culprit behind this field of corpses was just one person. A man entirely shrouded in black shadows. His very existence was like a black hole, devouring the surrounding light, causing the surrounding space to visibly distort, like a vortex.

As soon as he entered the battlefield, Xuetong saw him suddenly launch countless black rays, instantly killing thousands of Purifiers that lunged at him. Corpses rained down from the sky. Those Purifiers didn't even have time to cry out before being reduced to bloody chunks of flesh.

“Danger,” Robbie warned immediately, his eyes revealing a hint of fear.

He could be considered the team's master of ranged techniques. Yet even he had never seen such terrifying black rays. These fleeting black rays were not only accurate and fierce but also calculated the reactions of all targets in their attack trajectory, making them as precise and sharp as the Grim Reaper's scythe. Robbie had no doubt that even he would have to take such an attack head-on.

That was absolute skill, prediction, and speed. It was the most terrifying ranged attack Robbie had ever seen.

What's more, the target of this attack wasn't just one person, but thousands of rapidly moving Purifiers, further highlighting how terrifying it was.

However, all of this was temporarily irrelevant to Xuetong, as the opponent's target wasn't him, but tens of thousands of Purifiers attacking the altar.

Some of these Purifiers were low-level combat creatures, while others were mid-level combat creatures that Xuetong had encountered in the past few days. But no matter what they were, they now wanted to rush up to the altar like crazed beasts. They approached rapidly from underground, the surrounding walls, and even the sky, constantly firing volleys of purplish-red Yttrium element slag. The density of the attacks was like a torrential downpour. And some of the mid-level combat creatures even exhibited domain characteristics usually only seen in Comet-level beings.

The dense numbers and frenzied fighting style converged into an extremely terrifying biological torrent. It was like a tide rushing towards the altar. But the end result was another matter entirely.

The shadow standing silently on the altar swelled slightly, unmoved by the scene before him. Each contraction launched thousands of black rays, knocking a large number of Purifiers out of the air. As for the low-level Purifiers rushing from the ground, they didn't even have a chance to struggle before being swallowed by the black mist he casually unleashed.

After the mist passed, countless dense holes would appear on these Purifiers' bodies, killing them off in droves.

How could this be a war? This was clearly a massacre!

Cosmic civilization had evolved to the point where war was no longer determined solely by numbers. In the face of absolute power, any purely numerical army was so pale and weak. The scene before them was clearly repeating this fact.

In just a few minutes, tens of thousands of Purifiers had been lost on the battlefield. But even more Purifiers crawled out of the walls, continuing to assault the altar. Judging by their frenzied appearance, it was as if they had never felt fear and would never stop.

It was just a pity that no matter how many times they appeared, they could never reach that massive altar.

The shadow standing at the top of the altar was the Grim Reaper in the dark, mercilessly reaping their lives.

Ten thousand, twenty thousand… one hundred thousand, two hundred thousand…

Black rays flashed across the sky. At this moment, any life was just a simple symbol. Right before Xuetong's eyes, that shadow was displaying a brutal massacre. Under the constantly flashing black light, batches of Purifiers were killed. In just half an hour, corpses piled up across the plaza, and blood gathered into lakes.

What a cruel scene it was… Even Xuetong, with his cold personality, couldn't help but have his eyes flicker slightly, shocked by the shadow's ruthlessness.

This couldn't be described as merely cold-blooded. In Xuetong's eyes, the shadow that was constantly killing was simply like a machine, devoid of any emotion. And the numerous Purifiers he killed were just simple numbers.

Was this the true face of the Krodel Civilization, the conquerors who dominated the universe before the Great Chaos?

For a moment, Xuetong felt a trance, as if he saw himself appearing on some unfamiliar planet at some point, carrying out such a massacre against the planet's natives.

Cold… like a machine.

Xuetong shook his head, driving the illusion out of his mind. Just as he was about to lead the others forward, he saw Wright walk up to him.

“My lord, please do not continue to advance.”

“Why?” Xuetong asked, while glancing at the shadow on the altar in the distance. “A war is taking place here. Although we are not participants, we shouldn't remain in place.”

“I agree with your judgment, my lord,” Wright replied, then continued, “However, this is not the time.”

“Hmm?” Xuetong frowned. Of course, he wouldn't ignore Wright's suggestion. In fact, compared to him, Wright was a more authentic member of the Krodel, and more familiar with the style and habits of this distant yet incredibly powerful civilization. So Xuetong wanted to listen.

“We are, currently, in the Overlord's battlefield.”

As expected, Wright explained calmly, “Any unauthorized action will be regarded as a challenge to the Overlord. Therefore, we must wait until the war is over before proceeding with our next action.”

“Overlord!?” Xuetong's eyes flashed.

“Yes. The supreme Overlord. The crown bestowed upon the strongest conqueror. As far as I know, there are only five people in the entire civilization who can obtain this crown. Overlord means absolute power, absolute control, absolute authority.”

Wright used three "absolutes" to describe it, and finally said, “No one can gain freedom in the Overlord's battlefield. There is only one Overlord here.”

“Even you, temporarily, cannot.”

“Temporarily?” Robbie, who was beside him, sensitively noticed this description and asked.

“I'm sorry, I can't say,” Wright lowered his head and stopped talking.

Seeing his attitude, Xuetong's brow furrowed slightly. After a while, he said softly. “In that case, let's wait a while.”

In this ruin, even Xuetong didn't dare to be careless. Nor did he think he could be invincible. So he was more willing to obey the rules. At the same time, he also wanted to see why the call in the dark wanted to bring him here.

The war was still continuing, but it was nearing its end.

The Purifiers were about to fail.

Although their numbers far exceeded ordinary people's imagination, as mentioned earlier, in the face of absolute power, any mere number was meaningless. Their madness and bravery could only be exchanged for endless corpses. Under the black rays that crisscrossed the sky, they died in batches.

The outcome of the battle was determined from the beginning. So after continuing to attack for more than three hundred waves, the Purifiers chose to retreat. They quickly crawled back into the holes in the walls, as if they had never appeared. Only corpses were left all over the place. A strong smell of blood filled the plaza, and even the air became somewhat reddish. A large amount of blood flowed in streams, like rivers.

“Splash.” Xuetong's foot stepped into a pool of blood, splashing some blood flowers.

It was time for him to act. The war was over, and he couldn't stay here forever.

But before he could take a second step, suddenly, the earth shook. The violent shaking even formed waves, shaking the corpses on the plaza into the air.

“Careful!” Robbie's expression changed slightly, and he quickly reminded, “From below.”

But Xuetong didn't need his reminder. Almost at the same time as he spoke, Xuetong had already raised his hands and made an opening motion. At the same time, the familiar repulsive force field quickly expanded, protecting everyone within it.

And then, they saw a magnificent scene.

Just on the vast plaza in front of the altar, a bulge suddenly rose, and then an ultra-huge figure suddenly broke through the surface from below, letting out a deafening roar.

“Roar!!”

In a flash of lightning, Xuetong only saw that it was a monstrous snake magnified hundreds of millions of times. The thing rushed towards the altar with a terrifying aura and unparalleled impact. The strong wind pressure filled the entire space, and even Xuetong's force field felt wave after wave of pressure.

There was no doubt that the monstrous snake's power exceeded ordinary people's imagination. Perhaps even a full blow from a Comet-level being would be no more than this. Even more exaggerated was that even a simple pounce caused spatial vibrations, causing water-like ripples to appear around the altar.

So the previous war was just to consume the Overlord's energy, and this attack was the real killing move.

The monstrous snake was extremely fast. Despite its enormous size, its speed exceeded the speed of sound. As soon as it appeared, it pounced on the Overlord's sky. After a piercing roar, it opened its mouth and bit down.

Next… there was nothing.

At that moment, Xuetong clearly saw the Overlord's shadow expand and contract, revealing half of a man's face, and at the corner of that face's mouth was a faint sneer. The next moment, a finger stretched out from the shadow and flicked.

A black light hit the monstrous snake's head. Immediately afterward, the monstrous snake froze in mid-air like a still frame in a movie. The roar also stopped abruptly. Then, black flames ignited from its head, instantly spreading throughout its body. With a loud bang, all the flesh on the monstrous snake evaporated instantly, leaving only a long skeleton.

Finally, the skeleton softly fell to the ground, stirring up large patches of corpses and bloody light.

The monstrous snake, which had been so powerful just now, was actually reduced to a skeleton in just an instant?

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, no one would have believed such a huge change. But Xuetong's expression remained unchanged, he just fixed his gaze firmly on the Overlord's shadow.

Because the Overlord had already turned his head towards them…

“Young conqueror, are you here to seize my guardianship?”

He said this, his tone calm and unwavering.