Colonial Suit

Rhea's words were domineering, but also taken for granted.

Yes, this was Crodir's way of thinking.

The weak have no reason, and the strong need no reason. In Crodir's short and glorious life, there was never time to look for excuses. What they wanted and what they paid were clear at a glance.

Because this is a world where the strong eat the weak, a world where the strong become masters and the weak become slaves. Any so-called reason or excuse pales in comparison to naked competition. Today, Rhea came here not to force anything, nor to look for anything, he just brought a sentence.

"Crodir needs you..." He paused, taking a deep breath, as if to inhale Crodir's ten thousand years of humiliation and heaviness.

"Continue fighting."

White clouds, azure lakeside. Rhea said this to a mummy-like man. Even if the other party couldn't move a single finger. Even if the other party's breathing was almost imperceptible. Rhea felt it was natural, because this man was Dirk. The man who wrote the word 'strongest' in Crodir's dictionary, no, in the dictionary of the entire universe.

So what if he can't move? So what if he lost his body, leaving only a fragment of his avatar's psionic energy? As long as there is a trace of existence, the will of the Underworld King must run through the long river of time and write the tombstone of the Underworld.

Rhea thought silently, took one last look at the unconscious 'mummy', and turned to leave.

But just as he was about to leave, Maya's voice came from behind.

"Wait."

"Rest for a while." Maya spread her wings, making a gesture of invitation to Rhea. "It's been many years. We haven't seen each other, are you in such a hurry to leave? And..." Maya lowered her head, staring infatuatedly at her bare feet. Her voice became lower and lower. "Like last time... take away... my Dirk?"

Rhea didn't speak. He just left behind a back that was as heavy as a mountain, yet as fierce as a tiger. A long silence...

He didn't need to speak, because at this moment he suddenly realized how familiar the scene before him was.

It was also ten thousand years ago, also on this cloud top, by the azure lake. He came abruptly, bringing the will of the king to a pair of lovers. The woman was gentle and holy. The man was as cold as ice. Then, the man left the girl and wrote Crodir's strongest legend in the starry sky.

That legend overlooked the entire universe. Making all the strong in awe and submission, the most dazzling legend in the universe.

Was that glory?

But why did Rhea feel a deep sense of guilt when facing Maya's clear eyes? It was as if that gaze was as heavy as a star, oppressing him so much that he was a little breathless?

"I..." Rhea didn't know how to answer. After a long silence. He could only repeat. "This is Crodir's need."

He repeated, as if affirming something, and as if explaining something.

But Maya didn't show anything unusual, just quietly staring at Rhea's back, her voice getting softer and softer...

"Rhea, I've always wanted to ask you something."

"Speak."

"What are you Crodir people fighting for?"

"............"

"For freedom? You have already obtained it. For power? You have also obtained it. For strength, you still obtained it. When Crodir's name swept across the sky. The entire universe trembled at your feet. At that time, you were the synonym for invincibility. All civilizations were craving your mercy. All allies were craving your protection."

"But why, don't you stop your expansion?"

"Generations of Crodir people have spread war and conquest throughout the universe. You never stop, until, you trigger the counterattack of the entire universe."

"Why?"

"Your great sages, possess the most intelligent minds in the universe, your kings, possess the sharpest eyes in the universe. You clearly know that endless conquest will only trigger backlash, and the universe cannot revolve around a single civilization. But you still keep fighting. What is all this for?"

Maya's bare feet finally stopped, she raised her head, seriously looking at Rhea's back and said. "Tell me, what are you pursuing?"

"............" Rhea continued to remain silent, but his pupils suddenly contracted.

Yes, why...

A good question.

But, can I say it?

As Crodir's God of War, the firm executor and extender of the King's will. He did know some of Crodir's secrets. But he also knew how heavy these secrets were.

That was a heaviness that the destruction of the entire civilization and the death of all Crodir people could not express...

He raised his head, the gaze under the bandages piercing deeply into the sky, as if he could see through the vast sea of clouds, endless obscuration.

In the end, it was just a sigh.

"You can't bear it."

"This kind of heaviness, one Crodir sacrifice is enough, this universe doesn't need more guinea pigs."

"But you are going to take my Dirk away now." Maya's voice finally rose a little, her eyes flashing with a firm light. "Why... can't you tell me?"

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"If this is your secret, but Crodir is already gone..." Maya lowered her head, her voice slightly trembling. "Why do you still continue? Just for, your so-called persistence and... promise?"

"Persistence? Promise?" Hearing this, Rhea just twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, as if mocking himself, or as if remembering something. After a period of silence, he finally said to Maya.

"You are wrong..."

"Crodir has never disappeared. Maybe for you, for most civilizations, Crodir is a symbol, a race. But for us, the real Crodir people, it is a kind of will."

"Will has no entity, will transcends entity."

"There is no so-called persistence, we are just the executors and condensers of will."

Rhea raised his head, breathing deeply, as if returning to the former battlefield, hearing the roaring battle cries of his comrades in his ears. His eyes became brighter and brighter, clearer and clearer. His whole person also seemed to come alive from the inside, emitting a dazzling flash of soul that was difficult to look at.

"From the day of its birth, not a single Crodir person has died naturally. We are the inheritance of warriors, and the only cemetery suitable for us is the battlefield."

"For Crodir."

Rhea repeated, as if expounding the truth, chanting the scriptures.

His figure suddenly rose, Rhea rushed into the sky like a shooting star, disappearing where the sun was shining. Looking at his burly back, Maya's eyes blurred.

She murmured like a dream.

"Why, are you all like this..."

"Why, don't you men understand a bit of tenderness?"

"Dirk, will I, lose you?"

Maya turned her head and was shocked to find that at some point, the figure wrapped like a mummy, the man who couldn't move even a finger, whose breathing was almost gone, had stood up on his own.

He turned his back to her... at his feet were crookedly written words with his fingers.

"Warriors must die on the battlefield."

"Crodir's will..."

"Is above everything."