Colonial Suit

The road to the altar wasn't long, but Blood瞳 felt like he was walking through a lifetime.

As he got closer, the figures on both sides of the altar became clearer.

The first figure was an incredibly gaunt-looking man. He was mining. His dry skin was covered in mineral dust, and the skin on his fingers had cracked, revealing wounds like small mouths. His expression was calm, or rather, numb. His lowered gaze was fixed on his pickaxe, as if expecting something.

But he would never need to expect anything. Because he was already dead… All that remained was a shell. A shell without a soul, yet still maintaining the posture of its former life.

Blood瞳 stopped as he passed him, examining him carefully for a while. Then he lifted his foot and walked to the next step.

The second figure was maintaining machinery. It was a giant machine dozens of times larger than him. His fingers looked nimble, but his gaze was still numb. A rough collar was around his neck, and headless corpses lay scattered at his feet. Traces of dried blood were left between his fingernails, extending all over his body.

Blood瞳 stopped and realized that this man was not actually maintaining the machinery, but his own life, or the lives of his companions. Because behind him, there were several men with collars around their necks standing silently, as if waiting to fill his position. And that giant machine, if Blood瞳 wasn't mistaken, should be the foot of a super-giant mobile device.

The foot of a mech?

Blood瞳's pupils contracted slightly, and then he walked onto the third step.

This time, what appeared before him was an old man. He wasn't doing anything, just crawling on the ground in a hunched position. Beside him was a huge pit. There were already hundreds of corpses inside. All were old or physically disabled people unable to work. A sharp spear pierced the old man into the ground. The old man looked up at the sky, his eyes full of hatred.

Was he killed because he was too old to work? Blood瞳 thought silently, and stepped onto the fourth step, then the fifth, the sixth…

As Blood瞳 advanced, he saw the death of one person, or a group of people, on each step. Each one more cruel, each one more miserable. Some were numb, some were angry, and some were unwilling. But no matter how unwilling they were, what awaited them was still death. Or rather, a torment more cruel than death.

Behind Blood瞳, Robbie silently watched these figures, and suddenly asked softly.

"These… are they Crodir people?"

"They are their ancestors," Blood瞳 replied. He subtly used 'they' instead of 'we'. "This is their life, and also the life of Crodir."

Speaking of this, Blood瞳 suddenly said a complex sentence. This sentence did not belong to any known language, but it carried a sense of vicissitude and antiquity.

"齐亚卡司里……迪尔萨洛图……莫斯亚尔……克里帝…………\u0026……\u0026*\u0026……\u0026……"

"I come from the ruins, I walk towards death. In my short life, I cannot see the sunlight. I do not know if this is the arrangement of fate, or the will of God. But if it is, I curse you. Curse fate, curse the gods, curse everything that manipulates us, that slaughters us. We come from the ruins, we will surely die. But we swear that all of this will also be replicated in every living race. Bring the ruins to you, bring death to you. This is true equality!"

"Let us be equal…."

Robbie didn't understand Blood瞳's words, and Blood瞳 didn't know why he said these words. He only knew that these words seemed to be engraved in his bones, in the deepest part of his genes. He involuntarily articulated them.

These words were less of a lament and more of a declaration. A declaration of the oppressed against all injustice.

That was the anger and hatred that had been dormant for nearly ten thousand years.

Any enemy would have the sky scorched by this anger and hatred.

"What are you saying?" Robbie blinked and asked softly. Although he didn't understand, he could feel the rolling anger and hatred in these words, a terrifying hatred that almost melted the universe, making everyone who heard it shudder.

But Blood瞳 would not explain to him, just remained silent for a while, and then said softly. "I am stating a history."

Saying this, he once again stepped up onto a new step.

This was the hundredth step. What appeared before him was no longer the miserable images from before, but strong warriors. They rose from the ruins, picked up weapons and fought. Everyone's expression was so angry and fanatical. Just like immortal war gods. Their bodies were naked, but on those naked bodies were tens of thousands of scars. As if telling everyone their stories.

Next, were generals.

Wise men.

Gradually, a new civilization was born…

Civilization began to develop.

Clusters of buildings, new biological technology.

Finally, Blood瞳 came to a figure. He was holding a hexagonal object in his hand, making a fanatical gesture to raise it to the sky. There were tears in the corners of his eyes, and blood in his pupils.

"Zhezhuang," Blood瞳 watched silently for a while. Then he turned his gaze to the top of the altar.

He understood. This was the Crodir's examination of their own civilization. On this altar, what was carried was not only the power of the Crodir, but more of their anger, hatred, fear, hopelessness, and…

Will.

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They were a civilization of slaves, oppressed beings. From the day they had self-awareness, they were burdened with suffering and wailing. Every Crodir was in pain, and this pain was not only physical, but also penetrated their souls.

They were the cursed ones. From beginning to end, they spent their lives in unwillingness and despair…

But what does this have to do with me?

Blood瞳 pondered silently. In his future, would he also have to bear the suffering and will of the Crodir?

Is this fate?

Blood瞳 couldn't think of an answer, but the more he saw, the more he felt a pressure, a silent heaviness. Gradually, sweat appeared on his forehead, and his walking speed became slower and slower.

But no matter how slow, the journey always had an end. Blood瞳 finally reached the top of the altar.

It was a huge, magnificent, noble, and sacred throne.

Below the throne, four men knelt. They were of different sizes, but each of their faces was full of tenacity and unyielding. A terrifying aura emanated from their bodies, surging in all directions like a tide. And beyond their figures, beyond that magnificent throne, Blood瞳's eyes widened.

He finally saw the true treasure of the ruins.

It was an endless wilderness, filled with bushes. In each bush was a cultivation nest, carrying a strong humanoid.

Hundreds of millions of cultivation nests, hundreds of millions of… Crodir warriors!!!