Colonial Suit

The mercenary's voice stopped abruptly, because in the next moment, he shattered…

Yes, shattered. [No popup window novels.baoliny.] His entire being crumbled like weathered sandstone, disintegrating bit by bit, drifting away. First, the hand grasping Dirk's, then the forearm, the upper arm, the chest, and finally… all the way down to his toes.

There was no sound, and no pain. The whole process was like a silent movie, filled with cruelty and a sense of vicissitude. When the last fragment, a mixture of armor and flesh, fell with the wind, the air was as if filled with red snowflakes.

Red snowflakes?

Very beautiful.

Like blood flowers falling from the underworld.

"Styx aura," the old geezer's eyes flashed.

This was also one of Pluto's characteristics that made him famous throughout the universe. The truth is ultra-high frequency vibration beyond the limit. By performing trillions, or even quadrillions, of vibrations in an instant, an invisible protective layer is formed around the body. Anyone who comes into contact, even a stellar-level powerhouse, will be shattered in an instant. Ignoring defense, ignoring all low-level rules.

This is a nightmare constructed of speed, a truly integrated offensive and defensive technique. Although it only targets close combat range, its power is so great that even today, many people still talk about it with relish. Especially the characteristic of ignoring low-level rules, which made the old geezer click his tongue in amazement.

But…

This is no longer ten thousand years ago…

Looking at Pluto floating in the void, the old geezer sighed slightly.

Because the mercenary's sacrifice was not without meaning. In that short moment, at least twelve energy beams had struck Pluto fiercely. These magic cannons, condensed with all their energy, were incredibly powerful. A single beam was enough to penetrate a super-heavy assault ship from end to end. Twelve beams hitting at once was more than even he could handle. And the most powerful thing was that, due to the excessive concentration of energy, these magic cannons often caused a very small range of energy stagnation at the point of impact. Magnified to the level of rules, it was a brief solidification of the rules.

Solidification of the rules is the strengthening of the rules, which is naturally a good thing. But for cosmic warriors who use rules to fight, it is a complete disaster. Solidified rules are difficult to modify and difficult to replace. It is equivalent to greatly reducing the strength of the cosmic warrior, or even making it impossible to mobilize it.

Of course, the range of this solidification is extremely small, no larger than the eye of a needle, and the duration is even calculated in microseconds. It can be ignored in general battles.

But what time is it now?

The solidification of twelve beams is enough for a quantitative change to cause a qualitative change!

Speaking of which is complicated, but in reality it's just a moment. Just as the twelve beams hit Pluto, Pluto's figure visibly paused. An intense black light burst out from his body. A shadow, like another person, flew out from behind him, tumbling. Then it disintegrated and disappeared in mid-air.

Looking at Pluto again, his face was obviously much paler.

The power of the twelve magic cannons was too great, so great that Pluto couldn't bear it. Therefore, he could only use the method of Netherworld Shadows to transfer the damage. These shadows were all defeated in his previous battles, absorbed into his body through a mysterious form of energy conversion. They could bear some unbearable damage for him. But as a price, Dirk had to pay a considerable amount of energy.

This considerable amount, in the past chaotic era, was only equivalent to the consumption of destroying a planet, but now, it accounted for a full third of his power.

With his heart pounding violently, Dirk's fingers trembled slightly, but in the next moment, he pointed to the field without hesitation, a bone-chilling cold light flashing in his eyes.

"My will begins here, and your life ends here."

"Careful!"

"Dodge quickly!"

The voices of the old geezer and Kilke rang out in the air at the same time, but it was too late no matter what. In the very center of the cave, a black sphere suddenly formed, releasing an unimaginable attraction. All the nearby warriors, whether mercenaries, space pirates, or magic-armored warriors, were forcibly drawn to it without exception. No matter how hard they struggled, it was useless. They struggled frantically, instantly forming a huge sphere in the air. Their limbs were intertwined, and they were squeezed together by the strong force field. Even breathing became a luxury.

In the next moment, Dirk's figure suddenly disappeared, a black light flashed. When he reappeared, he was behind the sphere.

In Pluto's hand, a long black scythe suddenly appeared.

The black energy of the scythe condensed, and then instantly turned into countless light spots and scattered. But behind Pluto, on the huge sphere formed by hundreds of warriors, tens of thousands of blood-colored lines suddenly appeared. Fragments of blood and blue crystals splashed everywhere. The entire sphere began to disintegrate and scatter.

All the warriors absorbed into it, even comet-level powerhouses, didn't even have time to let out a scream before they were cut into pieces by Pluto's scythe in mid-air.

"Netherworld Black Hole…" The old geezer gasped, feeling his eyes twitch uncontrollably.

This was the great weapon that Pluto used to dominate the world during the Great Chaos. It is said that when the black sphere lights up, no more than five strong people in the entire universe can escape its attraction. And once sucked into the black hole, even stellar-level, no, even nuclear-level or even higher god-level at that time, would be unable to escape death!

At least half of Pluto's invincible myth came from this.

That was true terror. Absolute power so strong that stars would shatter and the universe would be pierced!!

"Pluto!!" An angry roar resounded in the air, and Kilke's figure reappeared in the cave. His whole body was connected by countless light lines, exuding a powerful aura.

"You dare to use this forbidden technique, aren't you afraid that the collapse of the rules will chain to this place?"

Dirk silently floated in the air, and after a while, he raised his head and glanced at Kilke in the air.

His expression was still calm.

"Death is not the end, and collapse is not the end either. I am just exercising my mission on this altar with no future."

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"Gently, I tell you that death is coming."

"Please welcome it."

"This is not the end, but it is the path I point you to."

"Feel it…"

"The breath of death."

"The footsteps of death."

"It is approaching you."

"And I, am at the end of the Styx…"

"You ferry."

"You!?" The old geezer's pupils suddenly contracted, and he felt an unprecedented fear coming towards him. Even his stellar-level firm will inevitably wavered. Unconsciously, his body and his spirit began to weaken on a large scale. A terrifying aura of death quietly appeared on his body.

"Death… Death Omen!?"

The old geezer shouted hoarsely, trembling uncontrollably.

In front of him, Dirk suddenly raised his hand, for the first time revealing… a faint smile.

"Be quiet…" he said, grabbing with his five fingers, a black scythe appeared in his palm. "Don't worry, don't be afraid, because death is not terrible, it is a warm and dark paradise, like a mother's womb, and to express my respect for you, from now on, I will send you there."

"Belonging to love and warmth…"

"The Land of Death."

The scythe swung down…