Colonial Suit

Li'er was as beautiful and radiant as ever, her fiery red hair swaying behind her like a boiling sea of fire.

She wore a simple combat suit, a red cloak extending behind her. Standing on the magnificent altar, under the gaze of countless advanced civilizations in the universe, her expression remained calm.

She was the flame, the light.

Attracting countless moths to the fire.

In his mind, Blood瞳 heard countless exclamations, all from the observing audience. They discussed in various strange languages, seemingly wondering why such a woman would be a sacrifice, and what qualifications she had to be more important than several mineral planets.

One had to know that anything offered on the altar at this moment would be extraordinary. Even the simplest mineral planet would be rich in rare and precious minerals in the universe. None of them could be found below the Fifth World, yet such a woman had simply walked out. It completely overturned people's understanding.

Soon, the discussions became noisy. It seemed that everyone was expressing their dissatisfaction, discussing the shady deals between the Kree and Mota clans.

Some races, known for their lust, even demanded that Li'er take off her clothes so they could appreciate her 'value'.

Hearing their explicit words, the coldness in Blood瞳's eyes intensified, but in the end, he only let out a cold laugh.

Although Li'er's appearance was somewhat unexpected, he wasn't worried. In fact, as the two of them had developed to this point, they each possessed their own power systems. In this universe, no one understood him better than Li'er, and no one understood Li'er better than him. In coldness and hunger, cruelty and death, their souls were inseparable. If there was one person in this world that Blood瞳 trusted without reservation, it would be Li'er. The same was true for Li'er.

Blood瞳 didn't know why Li'er had come here, but he didn't need to know, he just needed to trust her.

As for those civilizations that had spoken rudely, Blood瞳 had already marked them for death.

Looking at the radiant figure with red hair fluttering on the altar, Blood瞳's lips curled into a hint of bloodthirsty sneer.

"It will be very interesting."

"Second World..."

The discussions in his mind grew louder and louder. Finally, it attracted the attention of the Second World's envoy. They seemed to communicate with each other, and then emitted a wave of powerful mental energy.

"This woman is very important."

"She carries the power of the Source... she is the specimen we need."

"Her value has been recognized by us. We agree to the requests of the Kree and Mota clans..."

"This is not fair!!" A mental wave suddenly interrupted, cutting off the envoy's words.

Blood瞳 followed the mental wave and immediately saw a huge fleet. The style of this fleet was different from that of humans and energy civilizations. It consisted of gelatinous spacecraft, like clumps of snot floating in the universe. Creatures covered in mucus floated on the surface of the ships, waving their tentacles in protest.

"We don't know what the Source is! But we can all see that she's not worth a mineral planet! Humans are the most humble creatures in the universe, what qualifications do they have to be sacrifices? If you wish, we can provide ten thousand human virgins at any time to satisfy all your desires. How can this woman be more valuable than our Bo'er tribe?"

"I implore you, Envoy! Please reconsider your decision! On this glorious altar, your words and actions determine the future of many civilizations. They determine the justice of the universe!!"

Many small 'snot' began to gather, then merged into a huge monster, roaring loudly.

"She is not worthy of being a sacrifice!!"

"Yes, yes, she looks like a worthless carbon-based life form. The Envoy must have made a mistake this time, right?"

"Just a female, and a strange human form at that. Such females can be found easily."

"How annoying. Humans are so fragile. You can't even play with their females properly, you'll break them if you're not careful. They're worthless... Envoy, please reconsider!"

The voices of protest in his mind grew louder, and many races expressed their dissatisfaction.

But in the midst of such noisy voices, the envoy of the Second World remained silent. In front of them, Li'er's expression was calm, the Kree were silent, and the people of the Mota clan wore cold smiles.

Finally, a cold mental wave, like the gale of the Arctic Ocean, swept across the venue.

"All, of you. Shut, your. Mouths!!!!!!"

On the magnificent altar, the Kree envoy suddenly turned his head and roared at the protesting races. "Use, less."

"Not, qualified!"

"Here. To express, opinions!"

"All, die!"

With a bang, a cloud of black smoke suddenly exploded above the venue, drilling into the fleets of every protesting race like lightning. Visibly, all the warships of the fleets that had just raised objections simultaneously stopped operating, and countless black cracks appeared on the surface amidst the shrill 'crack' sounds. The cracks had no three-dimensional feel, giving the impression of being painted on, but they continued to extend and spread, actually covering the entire ship in less than a few breaths. It was as if they were being 'blackened'. Then the weakest ships collapsed, turning into countless ashes and disappearing into the vast starry sky like burned ashes.

That's... what!??

This terrifying power instantly suppressed all the voices in the venue.

In countless horrified and shocked gazes, the Kree envoy stretched out a withered hand and slowly lifted the hood of his cloak.

"Lowly... creatures..."

"Must, learn, humility."

"Must, understand, your, value... not, how much, you, are, worth. But... how much, we, think, you, are, worth."

"Those, who don't, learn, shall, die."

Space shook for a moment, and the next moment, all the blackened ships were completely shattered. Endless ashes drifted in the starry sky, like exploding clouds of thick fog.

Watching these powerful races, who had been alive and kicking just now, turn to ashes before their eyes, the remaining sacrificers fell silent. None of them had expected that someone would make such a heavy move on such a solemn and important sacrificial ceremony. And it was so terrifying.

The terror of the Kree once again shocked everyone. No wonder they possessed the most dangerous reputation in the Third World.

All of this seemed invisible to the envoy of the Second World.

Following the Kree's voice, they said indifferently.

"The ceremony continues. The sacrifices from the races that were just killed will not be returned."

"Also, a reminder to everyone, we will not guarantee the safety of anyone at the ceremony. Because this is fair to you. Races without power are not worthy of this solemn ceremony. The Second World will not have a place for you."

"The next sacrificer, the Ailt Civilization."

"The Gustas Civilization."(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation..)