Colonial Suit

The number of humans was large. Following behind Bloodshot and Brute were two long lines, roughly no less than a thousand people.

This was already the majority share that a single sacrifice ritual could send away. It should have been divided among dozens of civilizations, but at this moment, it was entirely monopolized by humans. For a time, whispers from other civilizations frequently arose, each person unreservedly revealing gazes of jealousy and hatred.

Without a doubt, the fact that humans could send in so many members was only possible by stepping over the corpses of other candidates. Bloodshot's grand gesture of destroying the Seventh Battlefield still filled people with fear and awe, even now.

But this was the rule, the law of the jungle, and no one would speak for the losers.

And their jealousy and hatred were nothing more than a joke to Brute and the other cosmic mercenaries.

"A bunch of trash." Brute coldly sized up the surroundings, snorting softly. "You should feel lucky. If you were also placed in the Seventh Battlefield, then perhaps we could have sent away another thousand people."

"Bloodshot, I think you're still too kind. If I were you, I would attract more people to enter the Seventh Battlefield and then kill them all," Brute said from behind Bloodshot, his eyes flashing fiercely. "If you can't bear to do it, I'm willing to do it for you."

"..." Bloodshot was silent, and after a while, he turned his back to him and said in a deep voice, "I didn't know you liked to think from the same level as losers."

"Hmph, I just think it's too cheap for them," Brute said indignantly, then returned to his cold demeanor.

After the Seventh Battlefield, although he still held the same rank and identity as Bloodshot, he inadvertently placed Bloodshot in a dominant position. This was simply incomprehensible to the proud Brute, but it happened anyway, so naturally that even he himself didn't realize it.

And while the two were talking, at the top of the altar, the Speaker once again met with the old envoy named Dibbs. Compared to their last meeting, this time the old envoy seemed very angry, and as soon as he saw the Speaker, he whispered angrily.

"Speaker, do you think our channels are infinite? Why are there so many people?"

"This is all what you promised before," the Speaker replied nonchalantly. "I'm just taking the shares of other civilizations."

"But there should be attrition! Attrition!" the old envoy roared angrily. "We can't transfer all the shares to you! You're exploiting loopholes in the rules!"

"It's always worth a try," the Speaker shrugged. "Besides, that person also wants to see this result."

"What!?" The old envoy's voice stopped abruptly, and after a while, he said in a deep voice, "Are you saying, your Emperor?"

"That's right," the Speaker nodded, then smiled and handed over a crystal. "As for attrition, I know the custom, so let's take it from here."

Countless stars flickered in the crystal, which was actually dozens of sealed mineral stars.

The old envoy's eyes flickered, and he said mockingly, "Where did you steal this from another civilization again? You humans are truly locusts of the universe."

"If a bullet will kill you, would you care which gun it was fired from?" the Speaker replied, then smiled and sent the crystal into the old envoy's golden light range.

"Take it, I guarantee no one will know."

"Oh?" The old envoy's golden light shook a few times, seeming to vaguely see his eyes narrow. "I remember this is a human behavior, and it seems the name is... 'bribe'?"

"You can also call it a 'gift'."

The Speaker said with a smile, then waved his hand and walked down the altar on his own. While walking, he said remotely, "Alright, Dibbs, I'll leave my people in your care. Remember to deliver them safely... I know you're not having a good time up there either. If you need anything, you can also cooperate with us."

With that, the Speaker's figure gradually disappeared, never looking back.

Looking at his back, Dibbs pondered, and after a long time, he smiled softly.

"Cooperation?"

"It's annexation, isn't it... and with you as the leader. Human ambition is truly terrifying. And what's even more terrifying is the execution that matches the ambition."

"Lord Dibbs, regarding the number of humans exceeding the limit... should we...?" A nearby envoy suddenly bowed and asked in a low voice.

"No need," Dibbs waved his hand. "They didn't violate the rules, they just occupied the shares of others. We... saw nothing."

"Yes, I understand," the envoy put his hand on his chest and bowed, then disappeared into the golden light.

At this time, the teams below the altar were almost assembled. In addition to humans occupying the majority, there were also many old 'nobles' such as the Elte and the Motar, just fewer than the humans. When everyone was gathered below the altar, the transport ships began to retreat and surround the outer 'ring array'.

Dibbs nodded and walked to the top of the altar in everyone's gaze, opening his arms.

"Welcome to the Second World, children. May you have a wonderful and infinite future in the Second World..."

"Have a pleasant journey."

Dibbs nodded, then waved his hands.

In the next moment, the entire altar shook and blurred in everyone's gaze, gradually becoming vague. Finally... it completely disappeared into the void.

The ordinary meteorite appeared in front of everyone again.

"It's over." Standing in the rooftop garden of the yacht, the Speaker silently looked at the meteorite, his eyes flashing with strange light. "It went even smoother than I imagined."

"This is just the beginning," Councilor Sal Jones said behind him. "Only when Bloodshot activates that thing can we establish a complete channel, so that we can send more manpower and materials to the Second World."

"It's not far away," the Speaker smiled. "We have been preparing for it for thousands of years, and even a little longer is acceptable. Moreover, once the channel is established, we will have a smoother channel than the Second World, plus our manpower and resources throughout the universe. We will definitely be able to control the Second World in our hands..."

"When that time comes!" Councilor Sal Jones continued the Speaker's words, his tone full of excitement and anticipation. "We can touch the highest authority in the universe, so as to challenge that legendary position."

"The Great Destruction is death, but it is also rebirth."

"We will definitely survive until the new cosmic era and become the masters of the entire universe."

The Speaker and Sal Jones said one sentence after another, and finally laughed together. In the laughter, burning with surging ambition... and desire.

We come from humility and take the crown of the king.

The lofty gods...

Will be defeated by us.

The lowly creatures in the mud wave rusty scythes.

We will use it to take back the fruits that belong to us.

Even if there is death and wailing ahead.

No one prays for you. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation..)