Colonial Suit

Bloodshot eyes stared at the tip of the light spear piercing his chest, his expression somewhat strange. He seemed both amused and regretful.

He didn't turn his head, because there was no need to. The intense pain in his chest was telling him that his body was undergoing a frenzied and terrifying destruction.

The light spear was condensed from pure positive energy. With Bloodshot's current strength, ordinary positive energy could hardly harm him. However, this only applied to ordinary positive energy. Highly singular, even pure positive energy was still deadly and dangerous. Even eating too much food could kill a person, let alone positive energy? One had to know that in the current universe, positive energy was the most common and basic source of energy. It also signified the underlying rules.

Bloodshot had touched this level when he was at the planetary level, so of course, he knew its power.

However… what made it most unacceptable to him was the source of the attack.

A person.

A person Bloodshot would never have dreamed could harm him.

Robbie…

In the void, a figure radiating brilliant light slowly floated, a sunny smile still on his face. His golden hair fluttered, and his features were handsome. A holy white robe was adorned with golden纹路. Pure and brilliant positive energy radiated from his body, creating layers of ripples. Here, he was like the lord of the world, the master of space. He was the source of all light, the embodiment of glory and holiness.

No wings, because wings were unnecessary. They were symbols of angels, servants of God. But he was not a servant. He was a god…

A highly condensed pure spirit, the king of god-kings, the master of god-masters…

The possessor, controller, and dominator of the supreme godhood.

The Holy God Robbie.

"Really… strange…" Bloodshot's Adam's apple bobbed, revealing a self-deprecating smile. "I actually… can't feel anger or sorrow."

"Because your subconscious has long accepted that you will die," Robbie replied with a smile. He was graceful and elegant.

His smile was perfect, but if one only paid attention to his eyes, they would find that he had no emotion. The so-called smile was just an inheritance and simulation of emotions. It was a habit of the former vessel, another man named Robbie.

Looking at Bloodshot's back, he shook his head and sighed.

"I have been watching you for a long time, and I have tried to influence you more than once. I hoped you could walk towards the light, but you fell into darkness. What a pity… Bloodshot, no, perhaps I should say, Diabolos. You came from the abyss, carrying the darkness and negativity of the universe, bringing destruction and demise. Your appearance is the misfortune and inevitability of the universe. If you walked towards the light, then you would be the executor of fate, a servant of God. Glory would descend upon you, tolerance would be with you, and even allow you to become the master of the universe, the king of kings, above all living beings…"

"Unfortunately, you have disappointed me."

Robbie's face twitched slightly, revealing a hint of regret. "You came here, trying to crack my secrets, trying to defy me, offend me. Crodir left too much influence on you, and the human body injected filth and meanness into you. Sinful blood flows in your veins, making me unable to see a glimmer of hope."

"So… please disappear. This cosmic era should not end with you. It will return to its orbit until a new beginning."

Robbie said softly, seemingly explaining, and seemingly comforting. Then, he raised his finger and pointed it at Bloodshot's back.

The finger was ordinary and delicate. There were no brilliant light and shadows to be seen. But as this finger was raised, Bloodshot felt a terrible sense of crisis in his heart, as if he was about to die. The entire void, the entire world, erupted with endless disgust for him at this moment.

"Iesino! (Rejection)"

Robbie's voice sounded softly, but it seemed to spread throughout the universe. In an instant, Bloodshot felt his body lighten, as if he had disappeared. This void no longer carried or accommodated him… On the rule level, this was a kind of spatial rejection, with almost the same lethality as the previous 'nothingness'. Only, 'nothingness' was the elimination of rules, while rejection was the use of rules. When the environment (space) needed for life no longer accommodated it, then the only end for life was naturally disappearance.

This was a combat method of super-high-level rules, almost equivalent to obliteration!

But strangely, Bloodshot didn't show any fear, just calmly looked at the distant void, and then sighed.

"Disler! (Rejection)"

Boom!

The world suddenly shook, emitting a thunderous sound. In the distant void, a bolt of lightning flashed down in an instant, as if dividing the world into two halves! One half light, one half dark. Bloodshot's body suddenly blurred, and then became clear again, but did not disappear as Robbie had expected, but became more real. Around his body swirled a faint black mist, each point of which seemed to be rebuilding a new world.

Robbie's gaze suddenly turned cold, and he said softly, "Abyssal Will?"

"Similar to the cosmic will you borrowed," Bloodshot replied. Then he finally turned around.

His chest was still pierced by that light spear, but as he turned around, it faded away bit by bit, and he returned to his unharmed state. In Robbie's line of sight, Bloodshot had changed. His former human form had disappeared, replaced by a团 of constantly扭曲 black mist.

Of course, this was just a projection of consciousness, completely different from visual observation.

"You have disappointed me again. Wouldn't it be better to leave quietly? Why struggle again?" Robbie said softly, his face showing a saint-like pity. "Life is so foolish, always repeating and hesitating, but not knowing that for them, no matter how hard they struggle, it is just a footprint on the road of fate."

"The road has been planned, and it will not change."

"That's just your opinion," Bloodshot replied. Then he raised his head and looked at the man in front of him, his gaze calm. "In my opinion, fate is just a tool. If it obeys me, then I will treat it well. If it betrays me, then I will change it."

"Absurd, how can a lowly life presumptuously evaluate the authority of a holy god?" Robbie frowned and scolded. "You are still as stubborn as in the past."

But Bloodshot smiled, a happy and relaxed smile.

"Do you know? At a certain moment just now, I was still wondering why Robbie would struggle more than once, and how he would kill his own faith. Now I know that faith is also a kind of shackle? Fate designated a path for Robbie, but he made his own choice."

"The Alpha civilization is indeed worthy of being the strongest ruler of the universe, even such power can be touched. It's just a pity that you are too accustomed to manipulation, but you forget that in many cases, lowly lives also know how to resist."

"Robbie did a good job, the only regret is that he didn't kill cleanly enough."

"Are you right? The source of the former faith, the Lord in Robbie's heart, the holy god of the Boca tribe, the guardian and supervisor left here by Alpha…" Bloodshot smiled lightly and asked the man who looked like Robbie in front of him.

"What should I call you?" (To be continued…)