Colonial Suit

The ruins.

The Fifth Altar.

The cavern was desolate and silent as death. The corpses of mercenaries and mech-warriors littered the ground. The air still lingered with the aura of the Styx, and copious amounts of blood flowed through the cracks in the rocks, silently converging into a lake.

There were no survivors. All the mercenaries who had followed the Old Geezer had perished, and the same was true for the Aierte Civilization; their overt forces had been completely wiped out.

And all of this was caused by just one person.

Time passed slowly, and the stench of blood in the air grew stronger. If nothing unexpected happened, this place would remain sealed forever, like a dust-covered tomb, until one day it was opened by new intruders or the ruins themselves perished.

No matter how many people died here, how many strong individuals fell, their names would be covered in dust and forgotten.

This was the cruel reality.

However, no one expected that at this moment, a corpse suddenly began to stir.

He was the only relatively intact corpse in the area, with only his left arm severed. He had escaped the Reaper's execution, but he couldn't escape the negative energy attached to the scythe. It was ironic, to say the least.

But at this very moment, this unlucky fellow became the only moving object in the cave. His body slowly wriggled, from an imperceptible tremor to a wave-like motion, and finally, he suddenly sprang up from the ground.

Looking at him again, his eyes, which should have been closed, were now bright and piercing. He had actually come back to life out of nowhere.

This, how is this possible?

If anyone were here, they wouldn't believe their eyes. But the mercenary seemed unsurprised, first moving his limbs and then chuckling softly.

He lowered his head and, with his remaining right hand, took out a delicate smart device from his chest, muttering to himself.

"Fortunately, I knew this mission would be dangerous and prepared this backup body in advance. Otherwise, I really wouldn't have been able to escape. Reaper Dirk truly lives up to his reputation as the strongest during the Great Chaos; even with just a wisp of his avatar, he could cause such destruction. Kirk is finished. Without him, the remaining Aierte people are no threat."

"This ruin is destined to belong to humanity."

He smiled triumphantly and opened the smart device.

This was a special smart device, its communication capable of penetrating most shielding, allowing him to contact the second echelon in the rear. This was a backup plan specially left by the Old Geezer to deal with the current situation.

Opportunity always favors the prepared. The Old Geezer didn't consider himself an intellectual, but he was definitely a qualified hunter. And a hunter must always ensure adequate preparation.

The smart device quickly responded, and a light screen popped up.

On the light screen, a pair of mercenaries were maintaining a vigilant posture, and Jules' figure was prominently among them.

Upon receiving the Old Geezer's communication, one of the mercenaries immediately placed his hand on his chest and saluted. He was about to speak when he exclaimed in surprise.

"You are... Billy? How do you have the Old Geezer's access channel? Where is the Old Geezer? What happened? Damn it, if you can't tell me the truth immediately, I swear you won't leave here alive."

"You should figure out who I am before you speak," the Old Geezer frowned.

The mercenary was stunned, unable to believe his ears. "That voice... is that the Old Geezer?"

"There was a slight accident, but that's not important. What's important is that we have obtained the key to move forward. Come here immediately and protect Jules," the Old Geezer said quickly, then presented his proof of identity.

After using the backup body, these were necessary procedures.

Sure enough, the mercenary's eyes lit up after reading it, and he replied respectfully, "Yes, sir, your will shall be executed immediately."

The smart device closed, and fifteen minutes later, their figures appeared in the passage. The girl protected in the middle of the mercenary ranks was none other than Jules.

Looking at that beautiful and slightly panicked face, the Old Geezer smiled and waved at Jules.

"Come here, my child. Don't worry. We have already won. From now on, nothing can stop us."

"Where is this?" Jules asked in surprise, looking at the corpses all over the ground, her face a little pale.

Although she was also a battle-hardened mercenary, when had she ever seen such a tragic scene? The corpses lying here were mostly Comet-level, and there were even a few Meteor-level experts. These beings she once looked up to were now soaked in blood like garbage, giving Jules a strong shock.

She couldn't imagine what kind of battle had taken place here, but she could feel the omnipresent aura of death.

Jules swore she had never been so close to death, even knowing that the battle was over, she still felt the tremor in the depths of her heart.

The only fortunate thing was that she didn't have to face it alone, and the Old Geezer had already settled everything.

Walking to the Old Geezer's side, feeling the familiar aura of a strong individual, Jules' heart finally calmed down. She respectfully saluted.

"Old Geezer, what do we do next?"

"Go down," the Old Geezer raised his chin, his gaze falling on the newly emerged passage behind the altar, his eyes burning.

He knew that was the final road leading to the core of the ruins. Passing through there, he would obtain the treasure of the Crodir lineage, nearly ten thousand years in the making!

The Old Geezer swore that even after so many years, Crodir's treasure would still drive the universe crazy. It could even allow humanity to completely break away from energy civilization and rise above the Third World! And once humanity broke through the Third World, it would enter the most mysterious, noble, greatest, and legendary level in the universe.

The Second World. The top of the cosmic pyramid, second only to the legendary First World.

Because all information about the First World is unverifiable, the Second World is now the top of the universe. Once humanity entered that level, it would completely shed its previous identity and obtain a title that countless people yearned for... Cosmic Aristocrat.

Now, only one step away.

The Old Geezer withdrew his thoughts and looked down silently at Jules. He saw the respect in Jules' eyes, and also the purity in her eyes.

It was a purity without a trace of impurity, as transparent as crystal, making one unwilling to deceive.

The Old Geezer took a deep breath and suddenly asked.

"Jules, my child. We are about to succeed. But in the end, I still need your strength."

"Need me?" Jules was stunned, a look of surprise on her face. "My strength is weak, how can I help you?"

"You can help me in many ways, at least when we reach the bottom, there is something that only you can open," the Old Geezer replied, then reached out and pressed Jules' shoulder. "Help me, child, we need you."

"Ah!?" Jules was at a loss, but she nodded firmly. "If I can do it, then I will not refuse."

"You will definitely be able to do it," the Old Geezer revealed a faint smile, then waved his hand. "Let's go."

"Yes!" The other mercenaries responded, and the team began to move towards the next passage... But what no one knew was that the moment they entered the lower passage, a blurry distortion suddenly appeared on the Fifth Altar. A faint figure solidified in the void. That figure was somewhat similar to Dirk, but its aura was filled with the taste of blood. More dangerous, more terrifying.

In the dark, a pair of bloodshot eyes opened, silently watching the backs of the Old Geezer and the others.

"Finally, released..."