Colonial Suit

Trius's screams were ferocious.

The reason for using the word 'ferocious' is that anyone who saw a burly, gigantic monster with three arms and endless pressure hopping around while clutching its chrysanthemum would think of that word. Perhaps in human form, Trius possessed an elegant demeanor and perfect appearance. But at this moment, he, like all the unlucky bastards who had been 'backdoored,' used every word he could to curse the one who had caused him such pain.

Of course, Izes was not concerned about this. In his opinion, all those who couldn't dodge the sharp shuttle were hopeless idiots. This was a sense of intellectual superiority that he greatly enjoyed.

But in reality, Izes was a typical example of someone talking without experiencing the pain. How many strong individuals in this world possess the talent of being invisible and intangible? All his attacks, whether on the level of rules or reality, were formless. To dodge his attacks, one must first possess absolute intuition like Blood瞳. But is that realistic? Looking at the countless strong individuals in the universe, there are probably only one in a billion who can rely on instinct like Blood瞳.

That's why he became a hub, a chess player.

In the distant Great Chaos Era, countless people fell to his chess pieces. Trius was already lucky enough. If Izes hadn't been worried about Blood瞳's revenge, this attack would have pierced through his chrysanthemum.

Of course, this was just a small interlude; the real chessboard was on the battlefield.

Although only a few moments had passed, a clear inclination had already appeared in the battle situation. Nearly a hundred mental puppets had lost a third of their numbers, while not a single one of Crodir's conquerors had been consumed.

This was simply a complete suppression.

It should be known that this battle was unfair from the start. The mental puppets had the blessing of the universe's will, and their energy and spatial perception were infinite. In contrast, Crodir's conquerors were tightly sealed. Not only was their mental sense weakened, but their connection with the sub-space and anti-space was also completely cut off. It was like tying someone's hands before a fight. From beginning to end, it was full of discrimination and biased refereeing.

The universe's will was using this method to isolate the abyss and destroy it!

Although it currently had no intelligence, merely a consciousness, an avatar, its instinct still chose the best method: to destroy the enemy through Trius. And this method was the experience it had accumulated over countless years of fighting against the abyss.

Trius was lucky to become a weapon of the universe's will. But he was also unlucky. This time, he encountered Blood瞳.

In the countless previous battles, the universe's will and the abyss had no victory or defeat, and both sides merely ended the battle in a stalemate and wrangling. The universe's will could not do anything to the abyss, and the abyss could not counterattack the universe's will from the anti-space below the fourth layer. In reality, both sides were engaging in a meaningless consumption. But with the appearance of Blood瞳, everything changed…

The abyss might not be able to launch a full-scale counterattack yet, but with Blood瞳, or perhaps Diabolos, this great existence, it could extend its power to the positive space level. And from the original perspective, the abyss was born with the goal of destroying the universe, so when the suppression was broken, it was actually the universe's will that suffered.

The mental puppets might be strong, and in terms of ability and rules, they might even be superior to the ancient conquerors. But they were ultimately universe warriors, war machines cultivated through assembly lines and unified systems. Compared to the ancient conquerors who emphasized the law of the jungle and survival of the fittest, the difference was too great.

This difference was not in energy or rank. Because the conquerors fighting here at the moment did not have a large level difference. The real difference lay in combat experience, intuition, and will. Don't underestimate this difference; in fact, warriors of the same level could stretch out countless levels with this difference. A fanatical stellar level and a stellar level who had lost the will to fight were completely different concepts.

Unfortunately, the mental puppets and the conquerors were two completely opposite levels.

The mental puppets, preserved through anesthesia and bewilderment, even if they still possessed the power of the stellar level, were too weak compared to the conquerors who were still constantly fighting in the sea of blood. This weakness directly caused the suppression of the situation. It was pitiful that the mental puppets had the powerful rank of the stellar level in vain, but they were being beaten like children by the conquerors; the scene was truly tragic.

Of course, this tragic scene directly affected Trius's fragile mind.

What? You ask why he's fragile?

Let someone stick a needle in your chrysanthemum and see. If you don't cry and wail, come find Little Knife.

"I'll kill you, I'll kill you!"

Trius roared madly, completely disregarding his demeanor. What did he still care about? Anyone who had a half-meter-long sharp shuttle stuck in their butt would be like him. Although from the perspective of energy form, he didn't suffer much damage, it damaged his heart and soul!

No man can accept being 'backdoored'!

Unfortunately, his roar could only remain on the surface. The one-sided situation on the battlefield was telling him that failure was inevitable…

Mondo's domineering.

Izes's keenness.

And those fleeting figures, all proved his miscalculation. Crodir's conquerors were too powerful. Even across endless years, their combat instinct and powerful invasive consciousness had not changed. It was as if their only purpose from the moment they were born was to fight.

They were all people born to fight, while Trius's mental puppets were like sleepwalking…

The two sides were completely on different levels, and the outcome of the battle was naturally predictable.

"I will do it, I will definitely do it."

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Trius's eyes, filled with blood, stared fixedly at the figure in the black mist. At this time, the situation on the battlefield was meaningless. His mental puppets had already been defeated. The universe's will was also slowly withdrawing. In the countless previous confrontations, it and the abyss had developed this tacit understanding. The struggle between the two sides was only to compete for the universe's right to speak, but no matter what, under the premise of the positive space dominating the world, the abyss, this darkest product of the universe, could only be annihilated in the world.

No one would like the abyss because it was too dark and too dirty.

But people would never think about what is light and what is dark?

Is justice light and evil dark?

Thanks to all the novelists, it was they who conveyed this feeling, so that the universe's will had soil for survival.

It's just that true fairness will not be transferred to the world. Even if the light covers everything, what will happen? When it loses its persistence, all it has is an empty… skin.

Blood flowed on the battlefield, and crystal light filled the air. Nearly a hundred mental puppets had turned into light spots in the sky. Only ten conquerors emitting black mist still maintained their fighting posture.

Trius trembled, looking at the figure slowly rising in the black mist.

Just a dozen minutes ago, he was just a savage suppressed by himself, but at this moment, he seemed like a demon god.

His name is Blood瞳. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.).