Colonial Suit

No one has ever seen a Star-level expert fight with all their might, because those who have seen it are already dead.

As the highest level of combat power below the Third World, the power of a Star-level expert has reached the point of disrupting the balance.

For them, the starry sky is just a hunting ground, and the numerous stars are nothing more than their prey.

There was once a saying that goes.

“Before a king, there is no distinction between high and low.”

The absence of distinction between high and low does not mean that there is no difference in status, but rather that everyone is treated equally before a Star-level expert.

Within the mortal realm, no matter what your status or what nobility you possess, it is meaningless to a Star-level expert.

Even the leader of a civilization, the king of a country, must lower their noble heads and grovel to gain the mercy of the strong.

When the power of the individual overrides all mundane things, then the so-called laws, countries, armies, and universal values are nothing more than a joke.

Therefore, no matter who it is, in this cruel universe, when facing a Star-level expert, they must respectfully address them as.

Your Highness!!

This is the Star-level, the top existence in the cosmic pyramid food chain.

If they were to change their name, they might also get a title in the lower worlds.

That is…

God.

So, right now, is a 'god' launching a war against mortals?

Are the nearly one hundred candidates rushing forward his sacrifices?

In the raging storm vortex, Blood Pupil slowly stopped and turned his gaze over here.

His expression was calm, but his eyes flickered with excitement.

This was a good learning opportunity to witness a Star-level expert fighting with all their might.

Although Blood Pupil had seen the power of a Star-level expert before, his power level was too low at that time, and he could not appreciate the combat skills of a Star-level expert.

This was one of the reasons why he tricked Brut.

As for the second reason, it was naturally to calm the world's pulse within his body.

Blood Pupil's cognitive world had just stabilized and was not suitable for combat.

However, in order to demonstrate his power, he still used it in advance, wiping out the Gilneas fleet from the starry sky.

This indeed shocked many civilizations, and also brought some tremors to Blood Pupil.

Fortunately, Blood Pupil's will and body were strong enough, and this tremor would disappear after a while.

“Just… give me a little more time…”

Feeling the gradually stabilizing chaotic vortex in his brain, Blood Pupil slightly curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a hint of white teeth.

It was like… a beast's hunger when it sees its prey.

And at this time, Brut had already engaged with the first batch of candidates.

In the vast void, more than a dozen light spots rushed over, wrapped in the storm.

Their bodies rippled with faint white light, almost exactly the same as the candidate who was torn apart by Brut before.

This white halo is actually a manifestation of virtual-reality conversion, which can continuously convert the storm into usable energy.

This is the preferential treatment provided to them by the Second World.

And the strength of these people is also extremely powerful, the lowest one is much stronger than the previous unlucky guy.

Before they even got close, the powerful 'momentum' had already affected the surrounding void, and phenomena such as distortion, dislocation, and exchange appeared.

Under such circumstances, ordinary attacks are almost ineffective against them.

It's just a pity, they are not facing ordinary people, but Brut!

The mercenary elite who was also favored by the Speaker like Blood Pupil.

Before those candidates could concentrate, a cosmic storm suddenly appeared around one of the candidates.

The candidate was not flustered, and directly stretched out a hand with a grim smile, grabbing and pressing towards the storm.

The Envoy had granted him the ability to transform the storm.

This little storm is just a dessert to him!

Perhaps accustomed to the smooth transformation of the storm, the candidate did not notice.

This time the storm was bigger and more violent than he had encountered before.

Faintly, there were also many light spots scurrying in it.

And his grab was equal to sending himself into those light spots.

In just an instant, his arm was shattered in the storm, and blood and bone fragments splashed like shrapnel.

The candidate was immediately stunned.

But before he could react, the suddenly intensified storm sucked him in like a blender.

His shields, defenses, including his proud 'momentum', were all shattered in an instant.

It was as if it were as fragile as an eggshell.

The next moment, this candidate exploded 'bang' like a balloon that had been inflated to the extreme in everyone's eyes.

The void twisted, and soon the candidate drilled out again.

His face was filled with panic.

Planet-level experts have the ability of space projection, and the storm shattered his projection, and his body was not strangled.

But this time he was unprotected, and if he was caught in the storm, he would die.

Under the threat of death, this candidate could no longer care about fighting, and only wished he could disappear immediately.

But before he could escape far, suddenly.

His body stiffened.

He looked down at his chest in horror.

Under the eyes of everyone, his chest was vibrating at high speed, as if something was about to break out of his body.

Then, this vibration spread throughout his head, his hands and feet, and every strand of his hair.

That was an unimaginable high-frequency vibration...

The candidate felt all this in horror, and then raised his head and stretched out his right hand to his companion.

His lips trembled, as if to say 'save me'.

But in the end, he didn't say anything.

In everyone's eyes, his body became more and more blurred, more and more unstable, and then began to disintegrate and separate little by little from his chest.

Just like that, in front of everyone, he turned into dust flying in the universe.

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The storm quietly spread, pulling other approaching candidates into it.

A powerful thought flowed in the storm, with coldness and ruthlessness.

It was like a pair of eyes of the god of death, watching the victims who were constantly being involved.

Those candidates resisted and evaded, but they could not resist the invasion of particles no matter what.

White lights exploded, souls were destroyed, but the storm never stopped...

That's the annihilation of the planet level...

All the viewers who saw this scene felt chills.

It was as if the light shining on the seventh battlefield at this moment destroyed their own souls.

And the constantly spreading and expanding storm also became the dance of the god of death in their eyes.

Ten minutes later, the first wave of candidates had completely disappeared, and Brut's figure reappeared, standing at the top of a storm.

Above the storm, he stared blankly at the second wave of light spots in the distance.

It was as if he was looking at a group of dead people.

The battle is not over yet...

But he has already seen the fate of the enemy.