Colonial Suit

The Second World…

Boka Domain, Manste Void City.

This magnificent city was once the most important light energy hub for the Boka tribe. It facilitated the unique light energy transmission of the Boka tribe to hundreds of nearby void cities. But at this moment, its 'torch,' which had never been extinguished, had dimmed, losing its former glory. The 'torch' was a transfer station for light energy and sub-rule networks. Its extinguishing meant that the nearby void cities would lose their light energy response, thus becoming ordinary cities. This was an unbearable disaster for the Boka tribe.

But its extinguishing was not due to an attack, but rather an order from within.

At this moment, in the executive mansion of the void city, a burly man in golden armor was walking up the steps. On both sides of him were Boka warriors saluting in unison, behind him was a group of nobles in luxurious clothes, and on the throne in front of him stood a Boka elder with a complex expression. It was the Chief Executive, Ersi.

“Moska, what are you…”

The elder looked at the sturdy man walking towards him, sadness in his eyes.

Of course, he knew who this man was, because they had been chatting together just a few hours ago. But at this moment, the other party suddenly launched an attack, occupied his executive mansion, and issued an order to shut down the light energy torch. This man was the Deputy Executive, Moska.

The elder was very sad because he had always considered Moska to be a very capable and loyal talent. That's why he promoted him from humble beginnings all the way to the high position of Deputy Executive. The elder had been cultivating Moska with the idea of grooming a successor. But he never expected that the other party would appear before him in such a manner one day.

Moska was actually someone from the First Prince Xie's faction!

The elder felt his heart breaking at the thought of this. The light spirit core in his body trembled constantly, cracking piece by piece.

“What… Moska, hasn't the Queen been good to you?”

“Why are you doing such a thing? Is the Boka tribe's ten thousand years of glory to be tarnished because of you?”

“Lord.” The sturdy man finally stopped, looking coldly at his 'teacher.' His golden hair moved without wind, and his body emitted specks of white light.

“The Great Era has arrived!”

“The Queen's light is not personal glory, but the protection of generations! It is the legacy of our ancestors who died on the battlefield, their light spirits shattered! But now, she is昏庸 and incompetent, indulging in pleasure, where is there any ambition to forge ahead? It is said that her palace receives male concubines presented by lower worlds every day, and there are nerve-numbing potions every day. Her spiritual energy has been污秽, and her light spirit has become浑浊. When the void rises with black tides, and the Great Destruction descends, how can she lead us to maintain the glory of the Boka tribe?”

“The decayed should be eliminated. Only the First Prince can lead us to break through the darkness and usher in the dawn!”

The sturdy man raised his head, fearlessly meeting the old executive's gaze, and said, word by word, “The useless will only be swept into the dustbin of history.”

“But… but…” The old executive's body trembled. “This is not a reason for your betrayal! You are a Boka, you must believe in the Queen. Loyalty to the Queen, this is God's will! It is our persistence!”

“You're wrong!”

The sturdy man interrupted the elder with a low shout, a sneer on his face. “Praying will not bring peace, waiting will not bring evolution. The Great Era has arrived, this starry sky about to be swallowed by the black tide. Under the shattered universe, only power, only constant demands and plunder, can support the Boka tribe's next glorious era. Hoping to live in peace with the world is not as good as shattering your own light spirit.”

“The Boka people have never had days of卑躬屈膝. What we are doing today is for the future of the race.”

Saying that, the golden-haired man strode up the steps, pushed the old executive aside, and sat on the throne representing executive power. He looked at the crowd below. The many nobles were intimidated by his gaze, and none dared to meet his eyes.

Seeing these people cowering, a trace of disdain appeared at the corner of the man's mouth.

“These are the elites of the Queen's party… Just… a bunch of trash.”

“Come, order the fleet to take over the city. Issue a notice to the cities under the city's jurisdiction, giving them five hours to surrender, otherwise, the sub-rule network will be cut off! Mandatory takeover!”

“This order! Moska, the Second Legion Commander of the Royal Knights under the First Prince!”

“Yes!” A response came, and hundreds of agile figures immediately flew out of the mansion, quickly disappearing into the sky.

Moska silently watched their backs, and said to the old executive next to him, “Please rest for a while, teacher, even if you are unwilling, don't try to stop… the wheels of time.”

Saying that, he no longer looked at the elder and concentrated on opening the sub-rule network and began to work.

And the old executive really didn't dare to stop him, just watched him busy intently, his eyes blurred.

He was old, really couldn't see the pulse of the times. He didn't even realize that the First Prince's power had penetrated to this point without him knowing it. Thinking of the confident assurances he had made to the Queen a few days ago, the old executive felt that the future was bleak and uninteresting.

The First Prince was the most deeply hidden person of the Boka tribe…

However, what the old executive didn't know was that he was already lucky enough. At least the person who seized power was his disciple, who had given him some face no matter what. And in the First Prince's silent methods, this void city was not damaged in any way, and the Boka people in the city were not harmed much.

But in the vast halfway point of the Boka tribe, other cities were not so lucky…

Xie's infiltration was not perfect, and the Queen's party's power was not weak. In fact, Xie could only infiltrate about one-third of the area, and most of the areas still had to rely on ancient methods… blood and violence to conquer. Of course, because it was an internal race competition, this conquest also had certain limits, trying to preserve the Boka tribe's heritage as much as possible.

This was the rule set by the ancient ancestors, and no one dared to break it, not even Xie.

So his progress was definitely not fast, but it was steady enough, advancing every minute and every second.

At this moment, he was already sitting in a huge void fortress, silently watching the light curtain in front of him. This was a domain map of the Boka tribe, in which a small half had turned blue, indicating that it had been occupied by him, and the rest was slowly changing color.

Xie knew that at this moment, in the void represented by these color blocks, countless fleets were fighting and countless warriors were fighting. There were Boka people in it, as well as his collaborators. But in any case, these were all his power. The power of Xie, not the Queen! He had endured until now to let this power grow from nothing, from the smallest to the largest. Bit by bit, he took it for his own use!

And now, it was time to reap the rewards!

Xie's eyes stared fixedly at the several color blocks on the light curtain, a terrifying cold light flashing in his eyes.

There, was the key node of the Boka tribe! As long as he took it down, even if the Queen had more cards, she would be divided by himself! (To be continued…)