Colonial Suit

"Careful!" The old geezer, Qian Chun, shouted upon seeing the King of Hell's actions.

However, his warning was unnecessary. After their previous encounter, all the mercenaries understood just how dangerous the man before them was. [Wind and Cloud.baoliny.] In an instant, a series of clanking sounds echoed as all the armored suits raised their additional armor. Many mercenaries transformed into heavy, ultra-miniature fortresses, shielding the team like giant shields.

Behind the cold, metallic shields were pairs of eyes burning with fighting spirit. The quality of the cosmic mercenaries was on full display at this moment.

It was just a pity that they were not facing an ordinary person, but the King of Hell.

A man with a god's name.

Dirk nodded as he looked at the mercenaries filled with fighting spirit. Then, he disappeared from the spot with a whoosh. His calm voice echoed from above the cave.

"I admire your courage to fight, and I grant you the right to die in battle."

Before his voice faded, his figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the group of mercenaries, his right hand pressing down on one of the mercenary's massive tower shields. A flash of black light appeared, and a large hole appeared in the tower shield, piercing through the mercenary in front and behind.

So fast!

No, it was too fast, too fast!

The speed was so unreal that Dirk had not fully materialized when he completed all of this, and no one noticed him. Both the ordinary mercenaries and the old geezer remained focused on the altar.

Nether River Pulse!

The King of Hell's most terrifying characteristic.

During the Great Chaos era, countless experts were wary of the King of Hell because of this characteristic. The truth was simple: speed. Extreme, ultra-extreme speed!!!

When it came to speed, ordinary cosmic warriors could reach one or several times the speed of sound. Comet-level warriors and above could break the visual barrier, and some special planet-level or star-level warriors could go even further, reaching the terrifying level of breaking the sensory barrier. At this stage, ordinary battles were meaningless. How could they fight an enemy they couldn't even detect?

However, this situation was only a special case. To use an analogy with old airplanes, breaking the visual barrier was like changing from propellers to jets, and breaking the sensory barrier was like breaking the sound barrier. Most airplanes could only achieve this with afterburners. The time it took was measured in seconds.

But the King of Hell was different.

His Nether River Pulse not only broke the sensory barrier, but he could also maintain this state at all times. This was like an ancient supersonic cruise, with the duration far exceeding common sense.

Of course, these alone were not what made the King of Hell so despairing. What made him most despairing was that the Nether River Pulse could be further strengthened, breaking the telekinetic barrier that no one in the universe had ever touched, and would not be bound by any deceleration abilities, ignoring space and all energy rules related to speed.

This was simply a cheat.

Telekinesis was thought. If even thought couldn't keep up with the King of Hell's speed, what could hurt him?

In an instant, time seemed to freeze in the cave, with only a black light flashing around. When time resumed and the King of Hell's figure appeared in the old geezer's eyes, he suddenly saw a terrifying scene. (Don't talk to Xiaodao about Einstein, otherwise this wouldn't be science fiction, it would be popular science.)

He saw dozens of cosmic mercenaries standing blankly in place around him, their eyes dim, like wooden or clay sculptures. Then, before he could check, the upper half of a cosmic mercenary's body separated from the lower half, rolling to the ground with a thud. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been severed by the sharpest blade in the universe.

The next moment, the others fell one by one. A blank space instantly appeared in the cosmic mercenaries' formation.

"This... this is!?" The old geezer gasped, his eyes filled with horror.

He was not an ordinary person, so of course he knew what this situation meant.

"This is the ultimate speed... the legend... it's actually true..."

The old geezer didn't recognize the King of Hell, but how could he not know who he was facing after seeing this scene? The thought that he would actually encounter the strongest person in Krodir made his mouth feel bitter, and a faint sense of despair rose in his heart.

Yes, despair.

Because no one could defeat the King of Hell.

Even during the Great Chaos era, the King of Hell's invincibility was already a consensus among everyone. His reputation was not exaggerated, but a complete conquest. At least a hundred planet-level experts had fallen at his hands, and even star-level experts could hardly escape death. In the end, the Cosmic Alliance had no choice but to use a human wave tactic, using the lives of countless high-level warriors to pile up and kill the King of Hell.

Their tactic was successful, but the price was that the universe fell into a vacuum period for cosmic warriors. The fall of a large number of high-level warriors caused many civilizations to experience a break in strength, and many civilizations disappeared completely in the long river of history.

This shows how terrifying the King of Hell was.

The cave was as silent as death, and even a pin could be heard dropping. The old geezer stared blankly at the figure on the altar, his heart sinking continuously.

But what he didn't know was that Dirk, who was on the altar at this moment, was not having an easy time either.

He was no longer the King of Hell he once was.

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At this moment, he was just a wisp of a clone. Not only was his strength only one-tenth of his former self, but even his energy had been reduced to an extremely dangerous level. The Nether River Pulse from just now looked terrifying, but it had actually consumed a lot of his remaining energy, leaving him feeling empty inside.

The Nether River Pulse, lacking energy, no longer had the effect of 'supersonic cruise'. In other words, Dirk could only maintain it for a very short time, so how could he be as powerful as he once was?

The reason why he achieved such amazing results was only because of the special nature of the Nether River Pulse, the difference in the level of rules.

But the old geezer was obviously not an ordinary warrior, and Dirk would not use the Nether River Pulse to deal with him. Otherwise, if it failed, the counterattack of a star-level expert would definitely not be something he could withstand at this moment.

After ten thousand years, Dirk felt his weakness again.

Standing on the altar, he quietly looked at the old geezer. He suddenly said, "If you retreat now, I will allow you to leave this planet."

"Heh..." The old geezer smiled bitterly. Where could he retreat to now?

If he had known from the beginning that the King of Hell would be here, he would not have participated in this mission no matter what. But now that he had entered here, he had no choice. In order to succeed in the level, even the old woman had fallen in the second altar. The mercenaries and space pirates had paid an unimaginable price. If he returned like this, he would never be able to forgive himself.

So looking at Dirk's calm face, he could only smile bitterly. Then, he sighed.

"I'm sorry, I can't do it."

The next moment, he suddenly raised his head and let out an angry roar at the empty space in the cave.

"You bastards from Elte, are you still going to watch the show? If you don't come out now, you won't have a chance! Don't tell me you want to fight him alone!!"

Huh?

Dirk frowned slightly, and then saw a corner of the cave distort, and a group of figures with special shapes walked out...