Colonial Suit

"Report, we've been hit! The third and fifth defense zones are damaged!"

"Retreat personnel, seal the passages, and reconstruct the armor matrix. Divert one percent of the light energy shield's power to that area, reinforce the second layer of the structure. The Rule Regulation Center has received the message and will provide support in three minutes and fifteen seconds!"

"Understood!"

"The light energy pipeline is damaged! Alert! Temple Knights are appearing in our lower abdomen, they are launching an attack against us!"

"The seventh defense zone has been breached, functional areas twelve and thirty-five have been destroyed, the light energy pipeline is out of control, and a fire has started! We are organizing personnel to put out the fire, but it is estimated that this functional area and the nearby twelve functional areas will be affected. Energy transmission efficiency is reduced by three percentage points. It may also affect the rule perception system."

"Abandon it! Order personnel to evacuate and cut off the light energy connection! We must ensure that the most important functional areas are working. As long as the rule network successfully invades, this loss will be quickly compensated!"

"Yes!"

"Request Royal Knight intervention to block the Temple Grand Knights."

"Yes, ah, they have already been dispatched... Look... our Grand Knights..."

"What are the Temple Knights? His Highness the First Prince's Royal Knights are the true powerhouses!"

"May the Holy Light forever bathe His Highness the First Prince!"

On a huge and magnificent cone-shaped spaceship, countless messages were being exchanged nervously. Densely packed balls of light exploded around it. Every second, countless beams of light impacted the spaceship's shield. The spaceship moved forward clumsily and slowly, constantly releasing requests for rule interaction. The surrounding void wriggled and twisted for a while, as if it were being stirred by the spaceship. At the same time, some powerful individuals ambushed from the void, engaging in battle with the Royal Knights who flew out from the spaceship. The battle situation was intense to the extreme.

The view quickly pulled away, and it could be seen that this spaceship was only an insignificant part of the war. Behind it were densely packed similar spaceships fighting, a vast and boundless expanse.

The First Prince Xie's fleet was launching an attack on the gates of the Dawn Throne!

In the deep space in front of the fleet, a magnificent golden hexagram, hundreds of times larger than a star, stood in the void, slowly rotating. Below the hexagram, the Empress's fleet was also waiting in full battle array, constantly engaging with the First Prince's fleet.

The void was ignited by the flames of war. Warships exploded from time to time, and powerful individuals fell. But no one retreated! The Boca clan's battle for the throne had begun. This war would determine the ownership of the Boca clan's throne, deciding who would be the leader of the Boca clan and even the entire universe civilization!!

A glorious battle!!

"What a... magnificent war. Lost lambs, fighting over who can become the alpha wolf. But they don't know that no matter who becomes the alpha wolf, they are no longer one of the lambs."

Behind the intense battlefield, on a huge and magnificent mothership, Robbie held a holy scripture in his hands, his golden short hair fluttering slightly, like a saint who had fallen to earth.

"Light and heat, blood and tears, when passion fades, life is all dust."

"The throne of the king is adorned with the corpses of the sacrificed."

"Is it glory?"

"Is it salvation?"

"Or is it a lie?"

"No matter how high-sounding the reasons, how sacred and pure the excuses, the rulers of the world will flow with the same kind of blood. A blood called dirty blood."

"May my Lord forgive them."

Gently making a cross on his chest, Robbie sighed. At the same time, he heard a cold voice behind him.

"This is the law of competition in the universe. Losers become corpses, winners get food. There are no innocents."

"Blood Eye." Robbie smiled slightly without turning his head. "When did you arrive?"

"When you were expressing your feelings." Blood Eye replied, walking over to stand shoulder to shoulder with Robbie. From their perspective, they could see the vast and intense battlefield below, densely packed warships advancing from their sides, below, and above, exuding a magnificent and tragic aura. This was the characteristic of Boca clan warships, even in death, they had to be adorned with gold and patterns.

"Elegant, perfect. The Boca clan's art of war is like a ball under the moonlight. A dance of death in the brilliance." Robbie said softly.

"But death is death, blood does not distinguish elegance."

"Blood Eye. Has anyone ever told you that you are a killjoy?"

"No."

"Well then. I'm the first."

"Thank you." Blood Eye nodded indifferently, but a hint of a smile flashed in his eyes. Robbie had always been like this, with an elegant and mature appearance, but with the heart of a child.

Just like, he always yearned to play with children.

Blood Eye had seen that scene, it was very funny and also very relaxed. It was a small festival of the Church of Heavenly Punishment, Robbie would work, play, eat, and do mass with the children like an ordinary pastor. On that day, he refused any work. Relaxed like a big boy. No one would have thought that this guy who was rolling around with the children, covered in mud, would be a planetary-level powerhouse. Every move could change the pattern of a low-level civilization.

Simple... sunshine... Blood Eye knew that Robbie genuinely liked children... and also fantasized about being a child forever. Was this the softness in Robbie's heart?

What about himself? Where was his own softness?

Looking at the fleet ocean that stretched endlessly below his feet, Blood Eye's gaze became more and more distant, but black flames quietly jumped out of his pupils.

"My softness... the scent of blood... the... mercy of... destruction..."

"Blood Eye, what are you thinking about?" Robbie's voice suddenly came, interrupting Blood Eye's thoughts.

"Oh, nothing." Blood Eye suddenly woke up, looking at Robbie with some confusion. "Did I say anything just now?"

"You were talking to yourself. Your expression was very strange." Robbie said, showing a concerned look. "Are you too stressed and tired?"

"Oh, maybe." Blood Eye rubbed his eyebrows, he did feel a little dazed just now. Maybe he was really a little tired.

"Robbie, what is the meaning of your fighting?"

"For the glory and mercy of the Lord." Robbie replied without hesitation. "Let the world be saved, let the children smile in the sun, let the suffering be relieved. What about you?"

"Me... I'm just fighting to live, you know." Blood Eye smiled bitterly, patted Robbie on the shoulder. "To live, to witness my own destiny with my own eyes. To see with my own eyes, the person who controls fate. Before that, I cannot die."

"Is death scary?" Robbie asked softly.

"Very scary..." Blood Eye replied, his gaze passing far through the battlefield, as if he could see through this void, this universe.

His voice became lower and lower, more and more dazed.

"Between life and death, there is great terror."

"Death is not liberation, survival is not happiness."

"Both are a knot in the cycle."

"Because of destruction... there is new life"