Colonial Suit

"Bass..."

The Speaker's face was ashen, his fingers gently tracing Bass's corpse, passing over wounds and bloodstains.

Bass's body had clearly been processed, but it still couldn't conceal his pride. On his body, every scar, every dried bloodstain, even every broken bone, was his medal...

Even including the missing part of his body.

The Speaker slowly stroked, stopping beside Bass. He was calm, but his ashen face told everyone how uneasy he was. The air in the garden seemed to freeze, making everyone feel suffocated. After an unknown amount of time, the Speaker slowly opened his mouth.

"Everyone except Sal Jones, leave."

"Yes." No one dared to say another word and retreated as quickly as possible, because they could feel the magma-like anger surging beneath the Speaker's calm voice. The Speaker of the Council had always appeared in the world as a kind and elder figure. No one had ever seen him angry, or rather... those who had seen it were all dead.

Soon, only the Speaker and Sal Jones were left in the garden. The Speaker stopped his fingers, finally resting on a bloody hole in Bass's forehead, the fatal wound that took his life. But his senses told him that this hole was not punched in from the front, but penetrated from the back of the head.

"How... did he die?"

"Boka Clan, Temple Knight Order, First Legion's siege." Sal Jones expressionlessly flipped through the light screen, answering in a flat tone. "The battle took place after the raid. To protect the friendly forces' retreat, Bass led his team to fight the pursuing Temple Knight Order. During the battle, the First Legion Commander of the Temple Knight Order suddenly appeared and launched a sneak attack. Including Bass, all seven planetary-level and one stellar-level members of Bass's team were killed. The rearguard fleet of thirty-seven warships of various sizes, including the crew, three hundred and eighty-six thousand people, were all... annihilated."

"In this battle, no one escaped. The enemy handed over Bass's body."

Bang!

A crack suddenly appeared in the dome above the garden. The Speaker was speechless for a long time, and after a long while, he sighed and said mockingly, "No one survived, and even the body was handed over by the enemy?"

"Yes." Councillor Sal Jones replied, glancing at the intelligent brain again. "The enemy's losses were also not small. Evidence shows that the Temple Knight First Legion was severely damaged by Bass, with three stellar-level great knights and twelve planetary-level..."

"Enough." The Speaker suddenly interrupted Sal Jones's words, raised his head, and looked at the void outside.

"Losers don't need data to cover up their shame. Winners don't need data to embellish their glory. If Bass were still alive, he wouldn't want to hear these meaningless battle reports."

The Speaker's fingers gently touched Bass's chest, the huge scar that almost cut him in half, and said softly.

"Because he always carries glory on his body."

"Go out. Sal Jones, I want to be alone."

"Yes, Speaker." Sal Jones stood up and walked towards the door, but stopped just as he was about to leave, turning his back to the Speaker and said.

"I can understand your sorrow, but please restrain yourself, don't forget..."

"I know what I should do, and I also know what I shouldn't do." The Speaker interrupted Sal Jones's words, not even raising his head. "Believe me, I'm calmer than ever."

"..." Sal Jones was silent, then nodded slightly. "I hope so."

Sal Jones left, leaving only the Speaker and half a broken corpse in the garden.

The Speaker turned around and opened the liquor cabinet next to him, taking out a large bottle of whiskey. He opened it, poured himself a glass, then pried open Bass's fingers, took off the broken giant axe, stuffed the wine bottle in, and closed Bass's fingers.

"Have a drink, kid. I remember this is your favorite liquor. Didn't you say that only women drink those soft, sweet wines? Today, I'll do as you wish and have a drink with you."

The Speaker raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, then took out a new bottle of wine and poured it for himself.

"Remember Monkton Planet more than two hundred years ago? When you first came out of the jungle? Back then, you were the most famous lumberjack for hundreds of miles around. You had a great body, a great young man."

The Speaker finished the second glass and poured himself a third.

"You always said that a man should be ruthless to himself. You showed the talent of a warrior at that time. Remember how you always liked to fight back then? Especially gang fights. Every time you ended up covered in injuries, but every time you fought to your heart's content. You said that fighting is the best way of life, and if you're going to fight, fight to your heart's content, and if you're going to challenge, challenge a strong one."

"I brought you out..."

"Brought you out of that small planet, because I thought that a guy like you shouldn't be silent in the vast jungle. Your hands shouldn't be used for logging, but should do something more valuable."

"You started to go to the battlefield... becoming a vassal. I chose a good overlord for you, he was as good at fighting as you. You and him were very similar, because you had to be similar. Whether it's personality or appearance. Of course, you would think that was just a coincidence."

"Later, he died."

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The third glass of wine was finished. The Speaker's eyes were a little blurry. He didn't like strong alcohol, and he didn't want to suppress his drunkenness, because he wanted to be drunk, wanted to be numb. For the first time in hundreds of years, he felt weak. Under the artificial moonlight, his body gradually became hunched, appearing so thin and so fragile.

His shoulders trembled, without a sound. His fingers trembled, losing strength.

"That was the day you became a Meteorite level. He died, taking your glory with him. You said you wanted revenge for him, but I told you you were too weak. I planted the seeds of hatred in you, because I thought it would give you strength."

"Facts have proved that you grew faster than I imagined. You soon entered the planetary level and personally killed the person who killed your suzerain. When you stood on his corpse and roared to the sky, do you know how gratified I was? In fact, that was what I should have done, but I gave it to you."

"Because you need venting and growth more than I do."

"I am proud of my son, because even in death, he cultivated a new man for me."

"But..."

His fingers suddenly exerted force, and the wine glass shattered in the Speaker's hand. The Speaker raised his head, and his voice suddenly amplified.

"How can you let me face your departure! ?"

"How to face the disappearance of my descendants, my inheritance! You inherited your father's strength, but not his wisdom! Is it only with scars and pain that you can fill the emptiness in your heart? You call that glory, but have you ever thought that when an old man looks at the medals constantly added to his children and grandchildren, is he proud or sad! ?"

"Men of the Montebello family! When do you need to use brutality to hide your weakness! ?"

"You coward! !"

With a whoosh, the Speaker stood up. At the same time, the void outside suddenly twisted, and in an instant, it shattered into pieces. Within hundreds of millions of kilometers, all rules were completely chaotic, and a super-huge, almost infinitely expanding black hole appeared! Human fleets are just a drop in the ocean in front of such a huge black hole. (To be continued..)