Colonial Suit

“Destiny is a multiple-choice question. The only difference is whether you want to set the question or answer it.”

Xie said calmly.

At this moment, he stood before a magnificent palace, a wide passage stretching before him. At its end, the palace walls rose straight and tall, reaching towards the heavens. Countless golden lights flowed along the crystalline veins of the walls, radiating a sacred and mysterious aura. From his angle, it was almost impossible to see the end of the palace walls, as if this palace could pierce the firmament.

But in reality, it was merely a transit station on Xie's path to power.

The palace gates had already opened to Xie. Countless corpses stretched out beneath his feet. In the gentle breeze, Xie's golden hair fluttered. He raised his right hand in the sight of his subordinates, opened it, and clenched it.

“Be your own master.”

He said this to his subordinates. “But it is not without a price. Today, that price is our Light Spirits. Tomorrow, it will be the blood of the entire universe.”

“This is an inevitable process, neither cruel nor cold. Since we have made our decision, someone must pay the price.”

“Whether she is willing or not.”

“Yes, Your Highness!” Countless golden-armored knights knelt on one knee before Xie, right hands placed on their chests. “We are willing to offer our Light Spirits to Your Highness's will. Even if the road ahead is filled with darkness, we will carve out a path of light for Your Highness.”

“I trust you, my followers,” Xie said, looking down at his subordinates, a confident smile on his face.

The path to the palace had been cleared. Now was the time for him to ascend to the peak of power. Although there were still obstacles within the palace, Xie believed that this resistance would soon be crushed before him and his followers. The Empress was old. Even if her body remained youthful, her heart, her spirit, had become dim and lifeless.

Such a person could not lead the Boka tribe to glory, no matter how hard she tried, no matter how well she concealed it.

Xie thought silently, feeling the Light Spirit within him grow brighter, emitting astonishing light and heat. This was proof that he had gained the Light Spirit's approval. His thoughts and actions were highly synchronized with the Light Spirit, accelerating his evolution. In the Boka tribe's long history, only heroes recorded in the annals had shown such a manifestation.

Now, Xie possessed it as well.

Closing his eyes, Xie could clearly feel the extension of the Light Energy Network. This was once the power of the Dawn Throne, and now it was merging with him. He felt unprecedentedly powerful, as if he could destroy the universe. And in fact, he might indeed reach that point.

As long as he controlled everything…

A flame of ambition ignited in Xie's eyes. He raised his head and looked towards the palace gates.

“Mother… since you have grown old, do not cling to that empty throne. The Boka tribe does not need a decadent ruler. It needs a leader who can lead them to the pinnacle. And that person will not be you, but me…”

“The only difference between you and me lies in ambition… and the price you are willing to pay.”

“I am sorry. Your era has passed. A new era will surely arrive.”

Xie's lips curled slightly, and then he gave the order.

“Go. Destroy everyone who dares to stand in our way.”

“Your will is our direction!” Tens of thousands of golden-armored knights responded thunderously, and then charged towards the palace.

At this stage of the war, there was almost no suspense. The First Prince had already controlled most of the Boka tribe's territory. What could stop him? Therefore, the followers behind him would also taste the fruits of victory. This was not the Boka tribe's rule, but the law of the jungle for all civilizations in the universe!

Only the victor has the right to write history. And the loser has no say.

The battle in the palace was fierce. In fact, although the Empress's faction was already declining, ten thousand years of heritage still supported them. The Knights of the Temple, the ancient and most powerful armed force of the Boka tribe that could be traced back to the Great Chaos, were still fighting for the Empress's dignity.

However, as time went on, their combat power no longer matched their proud achievements. A long life of extravagance had corrupted their will, and even more so, their Light Spirits.

The Boka tribe is a race that does not value the physical body. The Light Spirit is everything to them.

They are born because of the Light Spirit, and they die because of the Light Spirit. In their short but glorious life, only the evolution of the Light Spirit is the only thing that matters. This is fundamentally different from other life forms in the universe. In fact, the Boka tribe's Light Spirit can be inherited. Even if the physical body dies, as long as the Light Spirit remains, the Boka people can still be reborn at a certain point in time. Their experience and soul will not be damaged in any way.

The term life, for the Boka tribe, is the Light Spirit, not the physical body.

It's a pity… The Knights of the Temple, or rather, most Boka people, have forgotten this meaning.

Corruption… Extravagance…

Heroes do not die on the battlefield. The bright lights and green wine are the graves of men.

“I am lucky,” Xie said to a woman beside him, watching countless royal knights rush towards the palace. “Not all Boka people have fallen into anesthetized depravity. Since we are born of destiny, we must die of destiny. The once great master has already planned our curve of fall. I can imagine that it must be perfect, glorious, and enough to boast of our achievements and value.”

“But is this what we need?”

Xie walked down the steps, his blood-red cloak slowly spreading out behind him.

“Born in glory, die in glory. In the end, you are still a pawn.”

“No matter how beautiful an aura you are given, in essence, you are no different from other lives! No!! In fact, you may be more lowly than them!! Because they are the original life of the universe, and you are just creations!!”

“What is the difference between you and this plastic, metal, and parts!!??”

Xie suddenly turned around and asked the woman loudly.

“What is the difference!?”

“The Boka tribe's ten thousand years of heritage, the traditional Empress inheritor! Tell me! Do you need these?”

Under the questioning, the woman remained kneeling on the ground, with no expression on her face.

Her appearance was incomparably beautiful, her temperament was incomparably honorable, and even her Light Spirit was full of otherworldly meaning. But her body was surrendering before Xie.

She did not expect this scene, and even her mother would not have expected it…

Because she is the Boka tribe's next generation Empress inheritor, the “Eternal Sacred God's Praiser.”

Yimei…

“The Boka tribe is the creation of the Sacred God.”

“In the long river of fate, we play the role of the Sacred God's messengers. I once thought this would be forever…”

Yimei said softly, her voice like a song.

But her head was always lowered…

“But along the veins of fate, I saw destruction…”

“No one doesn't want to resist, doesn't want to dominate their own destiny, but… not everyone can leave their name in the veins of fate.”

She raised her head, bravely meeting Xie's gaze. She said softly.

“Do you think you can do it?” (To be continued…)