Colonial Suit

Light tore through the darkness, splitting the River Styx. It was omnipresent and incomparably sharp, like a sword piercing the universe, dividing the entire underworld in two. The massive River Styx was cleaved in the middle, its black water and mist driven away by the light, vanishing into the air.

This clash between light and darkness was more intense than anyone could have imagined from the start.

The old geezer narrowed his eyes…

He saw Kirk, who had become light.

He had become part of the light that filled the heavens and the earth, no longer separate. He had no physical body because he didn't need one. The light of the entire space was his power. And in the face of such power, even the underworld, famous throughout the universe since the Great Chaos, began to disintegrate.

A violent tremor came from beneath his feet, and waves of the River Styx surged onto the shore, only to be quickly dissolved by the light. Looking around, the light was devouring the world at a visible speed. The distant horizon was also swallowed by the light, melting like snow.

The entire underworld was shrinking and disappearing bit by bit.

And Dirk hovered in the air, watching all of this coldly.

He knew what Kirk was trying to do, and he knew where his power came from. If it were during the distant Great Chaos, he could have resisted all of this. But now, he could only watch silently as the underworld was devoured.

Because he was too weak.

As an avatar, his energy was less than a tenth of what it used to be. Coupled with the inability to use high-level rules and the decline in power brought about by the erosion of time, his actual combat power was only about one-fifteenth to one-twentieth of his peak. He could rely on his experience to gain an advantage in the previous battle, but now there was no way to do it.

Kirk and the old geezer were not ordinary nuclear-level beings; they were both at the peak of the nuclear level, with extremely rich combat experience. If it were during the Great Chaos, the King of the Underworld could still kill them, but here, he could only rely on the underworld.

Only by opening the underworld could he temporarily drive his highest rules with the little spiritual energy left in the underworld, thereby restoring one-fifth of his peak power!

But no one expected Kirk to be one step ahead of him, directly attacking the underworld.

Endless light energy devoured every inch of the underworld's space. The spiritual energy that Dirk had accumulated throughout his life melted in the light. Due to the erosion of time and the fall of the main body, there was not much spiritual energy left. Now, not even the most basic trace remained. As the spiritual energy disappeared, the structure of the underworld also began to collapse. Invisible chains of rules disintegrated and dissolved.

Dirk watched all of this silently, but he never made a move.

He knew better than anyone else here what Kirk had brought, a power that did not belong to the human world. Even during the Great Chaos, it had only appeared three times. No one in the entire universe could touch the source of that light. Only the Aert people could guide it here through some special means, but they would also have to pay a huge price.

During the three descents in the Great Chaos, the Aert people almost exhausted all the resources of their clan. Three nuclear-level powerhouses were used as sacrifices. And what had they paid now?

Dirk didn't know, but he knew that when this light appeared, this battle didn't need to continue.

The underworld would definitely be devoured. And without the underworld, his strength would plummet.

Thinking of this, Dirk suddenly curled the corner of his mouth, revealing a faint smile.

So what?

The reason why the King of the Underworld is the King of the Underworld is not because he has great power, but because he is Dirk.

Dirk, who was destined to bear the responsibility and obligation of death from birth.

Dirk, the closest to God in the history of Crodir.

The light in the sky was infinite, and all the dark clouds were dispelled. Dirk was also exposed to this endless light. His cloak was melted by the light, gradually revealing the sturdy body beneath. On his exposed skin, black mysterious runes gradually appeared, emitting endless mysterious fluctuations.

Dirk raised his head and took a deep breath, then released his right hand.

The black scythe fell from his right hand, and then disintegrated and disappeared in mid-air, turning into a cloud of exploding black mist.

The black mist was very light, and it was so illusory in the light that it was almost invisible. But at the same time as the black mist appeared, there was a piercing tearing sound in the air. A huge crack visible to the naked eye fell from the sky, almost cutting the entire world into two pieces. Energy gushed out from the crack, colliding with the light. Strong energy fluctuations raged wildly, and the entire world was shaken and swayed, and a hurricane of energy roared.

"Huh?" Kirk's surprised doubt sounded in the void. But before he could react, the second crack appeared. Followed by the third, the fourth...

The appearance of each crack was like tearing the world apart, and the appearance of each crack would gush out unimaginable negative energy frenzy. In just a few moments, countless cracks had appeared in the sky, and the entire sky was covered with dense cracks. The crazy negative energy was like a tsunami, sweeping towards the light.

The light that had just shown unparalleled power did not have the same momentum in front of these negative energies. Unknowingly, a ray of light was neutralized by the negative energy and quietly disappeared into the endless void.

With the first one, there was the second one, and the third one.

As more and more negative energy poured out of the cracks, the entire world changed its appearance. The endless light was suppressed by the negative energy. Unknowingly, the space originally occupied by the light also began to recover.

It's just a pity that no matter how it recovers, it can no longer be restored to the previous underworld. Large areas of space were torn apart by cracks, and the entire world had become riddled with holes. The once vast and heavy River Styx was divided into countless sections, like an earthworm that had been chopped countless times, writhing in vain...

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Kirk reappeared in the void, with a look of horror on his face.

"You... you actually..."

"You actually want to tear the underworld apart!"

That's right, what Dirk is doing now is to tear the entire underworld apart. This is also the only counterattack he can make.

He has no spiritual energy, he is just an avatar, but he also has an irreplaceable identity, that is, he is the true and only master of this underworld! No matter what Kirk has brought, in this space, when he decides to destroy everything, even Kirk can only watch helplessly, without any way to stop it.

This is different from the devouring of light. This is complete destruction. A spatial plane, all rules, completely annihilated.

No one can survive, including the King of the Underworld himself.

The underworld was born for the King of the Underworld, and the King of the Underworld dies for the underworld.

Isn't this a matter of course?

Staring blankly at the calm Dirk, Kirk suddenly felt a chill rise from the bottom of his heart. He thought of the beginning, but he didn't think of the end. He didn't even think that Dirk would end his war with himself in this way.

But it was too late to say anything at this time. In the blink of an eye, cracks had filled the void, cutting the entire world like a grid. With a deafening bang, the underworld shattered like a broken mirror. The violent negative energy devoured everything, and Kirk only felt a darkness in front of his eyes before being submerged by the negative energy.

And just as he was about to die, he saw on the distant horizon, the figure of the old geezer was quietly blurring.

On his old face, there was still a trace of...

Weird smile.