Colonial Suit

At this moment, ahead…

Blood瞳 once again charged into the distorted, blurry passage. ( .) While leaping forward, he released his mental senses. Bursts of intense pain, like needle pricks, flooded his nerves, but his expression remained unchanged. Simultaneously, the excessive speed made him seem to teleport, appearing and disappearing in rapid succession.

However, this couldn't confuse the enemy, so Blood瞳 encountered constant interception along the way. In just a few seconds, he suffered no less than thousands of high-frequency blade strikes.

By now, the intention to force a breakthrough had completely failed. Unless Blood瞳 broke through this interception, he couldn't advance any further. Moreover, it seemed this blurry mist also had a blocking effect, preventing Robbie and the others from contacting him, isolating Blood瞳. Thousands of strikes in a few seconds were a nightmare-like intensity. If he hadn't been accustomed to this in the battlefield nightmare, he probably wouldn't have lasted even a second.

He couldn't ignore these chilling blade lights, nor did he dare to test their sharpness with his body. High-frequency blades, the main weapon of the battle suits, Blood瞳 was more familiar with their performance than anyone else. And he knew their terror better than anyone.

Despite his flesh having long surpassed alloys, it wouldn't be any stronger than a piece of paper in the face of these blades vibrating billions of times per second. This was the pinnacle of Krodel's civilization, and even now, not many civilizations could imitate it.

But this wasn't the reason Blood瞳 was hindered. The key to why he couldn't break through wasn't the interception, but this strange mist.

He was injured again… this time, it was his right elbow.

During one of his counterattacks, just like before, his right elbow suddenly dislocated. He even strained his ligaments due to excessive force, causing Blood瞳 to almost be struck by a cold light. His movements were also greatly distorted, turning what should have been a proper elbow strike into a downward hammer blow.

The same strangeness as before, the same unpredictability. It was as if an invisible hand was manipulating Blood瞳's body, causing him to make mistakes at crucial moments.

However, this time Blood瞳 didn't show any surprise, simply silently snapping his joint back into place before throwing himself back into the battle. ( .) He kept trying, constantly releasing his mental senses, and constantly suffering injuries.

Hands, elbows, ankles, even his neck and little finger. In the following battle, almost every joint suffered inexplicable damage. Some were simply dislocated, while others were almost broken. And in these strange mistakes, Blood瞳 finally achieved his first result.

He twisted the neck of a battle servant.

Watching the battle servant fall limply at his feet, a glint of cold light finally flashed in Blood瞳's eyes.

He finally knew what his problem was.

It's space!!

The space here… is wrong!

It was like his earlier missed whip kick. Everything looked normal, but that was from Blood瞳's normal perspective. But what if the position he kicked to wasn't in the same dimension as where he was standing?

This situation sounds complicated, but it's actually like a mirror. If a mirror is shattered with countless cracks, even if it can still reflect a person's image, the image falling on each fragment is no longer a whole… Or if someone takes one of the fragments and moves it, along with the image, then that image…

Blood瞳 didn't dare to think further, but he felt a deep palpitation.

What terrifying methods.

Substitution, transposition of stars!

By mastering space, he could make his enemies fall into traps, controlling them like puppets. Or perhaps this method wasn't frightening in its force, but this silent, subtle change was the most terrifying. It was like a deadly poison, obviously extremely toxic, yet often causing people to succumb unnoticed.

Without a doubt, Lesterro was the instigator of this manipulation, but what frightened Blood瞳 even more was that he could control Blood瞳, obviously not just through the use of space.

Smell, temperature, light, magnetic field. Everything, obviously, was being used as a chess piece. He used these conditions to blind Blood瞳's vision, smell, hearing, and even his intuition… In this game, Blood瞳 had fallen into his control from the very beginning. Even constant attacks were futile.

Thinking of this, Blood瞳's thoughts became clearer and clearer. His face also became paler and paler.

He suddenly thought of the scene of charging into the formation, and then of the blurry mist. He couldn't help but think of one possibility…

That was that his attacks so far hadn't been successful at all, and he was still going around in circles. From beginning to end… he had never truly broken into Lesterro's formation. Everything was just a facade created by Lesterro. He used an illusion to confuse himself and trap himself in an endless loop.

No wonder he couldn't contact Robbie and the others, no wonder he hadn't received support despite charging for so long. It turned out he had never entered at all. He was just deceived by the illusion, and in the eyes of Robbie and the others outside, probably not even a second had passed!!

Thinking of this, Blood瞳 couldn't help but take a deep breath, his pupils suddenly contracting to the extreme.

This encounter was probably the strangest and most bizarre encounter of his life. Not to mention the previous battles, even the battlefield nightmare he feared the most couldn't compare. This couldn't just be described as strange, it was simply terrifying.

Blood瞳 wasn't a timid person. In fact, he was alive now precisely because of his strong will. He had crawled out of piles of dead bodies, and every inch of his skin, every inch of his bones, every pore, exuded the silence of the apocalypse.

However, he still felt a hint of apprehension.

A strand of blade light lit up from the side. Blood瞳 was about to accelerate, but suddenly stopped. With a flash in his eyes, he advanced instead of retreating, grabbing towards the chilling blade light.

The indestructible sharpness of the high-frequency blade.

"Eh!?" On the distant giant rock, Lesterro suddenly exclaimed in surprise, looking at the chessboard in front of him. He saw a chess piece he had just placed suddenly shatter, turning into three fragments. But strangely, these three fragments jumped away like living things, actually jumping off the chessboard.

This is!!??

Lesterro's pupils suddenly contracted, his eyes flashing with horror, surprise, and disbelief.

He stared intently at the three fragments of the chess piece, his eyes gleaming with strange colors.

Beside him, the battle servant said strangely, "What's going on? Sir, how could the chess piece run outside?"

"A chess piece is just a chess piece, it never runs outside the chessboard," Lesterro said quietly, staring at the chessboard. "The only reason it can run outside… is that it is no longer a chess piece."

Saying that, he carefully picked up the three fragments into his palm, examining them carefully, a smile gradually appearing on his wrinkled face. "A chess piece can never decide its own destiny. So my child, how did it jump off the chessboard and stop being a chess piece?"

"This…" The battle servant looked bewildered. After thinking hard for a long time, he shook his head. "Sorry, sir, I don't know."

"Of course you wouldn't know, and you couldn't possibly know," Lesterro replied. He pinched the fragments with two fingers, then flicked them lightly into the air.

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"Because, this is fate…"

"You, my fate."

The fragments flew out, but disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if they had escaped the shackles of the universe's rules, shaking off the manipulation of fate.

Lesterro stared at the direction where the chess piece disappeared, unable to help but become infatuated.

"But not his fate…"

………………

At the same time, Blood瞳's hand had already grasped the blade light. But strangely, the indestructible blade was now curled up in Blood瞳's hand like a baby, showing no threat at all. Looking along the source of the blade light, where were the battle servants who followed? Where were the rejectors spitting out decomposition enzymes?

"When falsehood becomes truth, truth is also falsehood," Blood瞳 glanced at the blade light in his hand and clenched his five fingers.

He already knew Lesterro's secret. But he still couldn't break it.

Lesterro was too terrifying. His maze not only included spatial factors, but also temperature, smell, light, and even time. Through a series of complex arrangements, he formed an endless loop. In this loop, he couldn't escape, and any action could be interfered with.

The interference of smell would cause his sense of smell to fail.

The interference of temperature and light would prevent him from distinguishing the environment.

The interference of space would cause his movements to be disordered.

And the interference of time would make him feel like he was in a dream.

Each one alone couldn't trap Blood瞳, but if all of these were combined, it would become a nightmare that even Blood瞳 couldn't escape. He could continue to charge, but he would never be able to break out of that mist. Because from the moment he took a step, the space in front of him was switched to behind him. He would never be able to get rid of the pursuit of the high-frequency blade, because the blade light he saw was an illusion of light, but even Blood瞳 didn't dare to try to break it. He couldn't bear the consequences of the high-frequency blade's attack.

Everything was a game in Lesterro's hands. He was playing chess, playing chess with himself. But who wasn't a chess piece on his chessboard?

Blood瞳, or these tens of thousands of legion soldiers?

Suddenly, Blood瞳 stopped in the vast mist, abandoning the attack for the first time since the charge. He looked at the endlessly blurred front, a trace of understanding flashing in his eyes.

No one wants to be a chess piece, but has the chess piece ever thought about whether the chess player is willing?

When the chess piece is placed on the chessboard, the chess player actually has no more choices. The chess piece is a chess piece, and the chess player is also a chess piece. The difference between the chess piece and the chess player is only one active and one passive. But in the face of the universe's destiny, even the active chess player is no different from the passive chess piece?

In this world, there has never been true freedom.

There are only chess pieces.

You are, and so am I… (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)