Colonial Suit

Da Han ultimately failed to see the fourth level of Naraku and disappeared with regret.

Perhaps it was a tragedy for him, but wasn't it also a kind of release? Because that dense darkness was inherently a despairing existence... Even if he became stronger, even if he evolved a hundred times, he couldn't hope to create a single ray of light there.

Cosmic Black Spot.

If Eternal Night is an environment where the rules of light are lacking, then the Cosmic Black Spot is a hell that completely rejects all light. Not only do the rules of light not exist, but they cannot even be established. Because they are rejected at the fundamental level. To ignite light, one needs control over rules that take precedence over this place.

And how could a planetary-level being achieve that?

If Da Han knew that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't change reality, I wonder if he would still die with his eyes unclosed. The cruelest thing in the world is not the absence of hope, but having hope and then having it taken away...

Fate played a cruel joke on humanity.

A cruel joke.

In the Garden of Eden, the Speaker had already closed his eyes. He knew that sending more people would be futile. The power of planetary-level beings cannot construct rules. Even if there were more of them, it would only be a waste. To ignite this place, it would require at least star-level, or even black hole-level, sacrifices.

But the problem is, how many black hole-level beings do humans have?

This kind of high-end power is the true foundation of civilization competition, and it cannot be consumed casually. Humans are not like Boca and Sasa, who have had such a long accumulation and foundation. Even if they rely on numerical advantages to accumulate a certain amount of high-end power, they cannot waste it here.

With the Speaker's vision and analytical abilities, he could naturally see that to penetrate this darkness, it would take at least a dozen star-level beings burning themselves, and perhaps even more for humans, who are not proficient in the rules of light.

That's not an adventure, it's purely piling up lives.

In the garden, the Speaker's fists were clenched tightly, trembling slightly.

He couldn't make this decision.

Perhaps with just one order from him, there would be strong individuals in the fleet willing to sacrifice themselves, but what then? After penetrating this darkness and reaching the next level, how many more would humanity have to sacrifice? Even if they all died, could they reach the Gate of Eternal Farewell on the seventh level? To compete for the qualification to enter the First World?

Humanity's foundation is still too weak...

"Speaker," Sal Jones's voice came from behind him. He reminded, "We need new sacrifices. The fleet's light energy is being lost."

The Speaker did not answer, but simply stood with his back to Sal Jones, silent for a long time. "What's the use of maintaining the fleet's light energy if we can't break through this darkness?"

"But we can't stop," Sal Jones replied, his tone terrifyingly calm. "Even if we all die in battle, we cannot stop."

"Please select the sacrifices."

"There are no sacrifices..." the Speaker suddenly said. "If there are, it should be me."

In front of the French windows, his thin back seemed even thinner, but it was straight. A kind of power seemed to surge within his aged body, allowing him to awaken the resilience that had been dormant for who knows how long from the depths of his heart. As the head of the Montberth family, he had guarded this civilization for too long. So long that he had forgotten that he could also be angry. Also be cold.

"Let me do it, Sal Jones," the Speaker said. He raised his hand in front of his eyes, opened it, and clenched it tightly. "You know, with my rule-building ability, I might be able to penetrate it without paying much of a price."

This was the truth. Among the three Emperors of humanity, only the Speaker specialized in analysis and construction. This could be seen from his time buried in the Void. To penetrate this darkness, Muse couldn't do it, Maggie couldn't do it, only he was the most suitable.

But this was not in the interest of humanity.

"I'm sorry, Speaker, I cannot accept this order," Sal Jones said emotionlessly from behind. "You know why."

"If you hope for an end, you will get it in the near future. But not here."

"Absolutely not."

Saying that. Sal Jones handed over a list. "Don't let our sacrifices be in vain."

"............" Looking at the powerful names on the list, the Speaker's eyes flickered for a while, his fingers gently caressed the names, and finally he sighed. "I was too willful, then. Let's do it this way..."

He picked up the pen and was about to tick off a few names, but his fingers stopped again. In Sal Jones's surprise, he suddenly asked.

"Did we send out an eighth sacrifice?"

"No," Sal Jones replied affirmatively. All the sacrifices had been screened by him, so he would not forget.

"Then who is outside now?"

The Speaker asked in surprise, and then looked out with Sal Jones. In the dark void, a priest had appeared at some point. He was walking through the fleet towards the darkness. He was not burly, but that slightly thin back gave people an extremely heavy and trustworthy feeling. As if the whole world was collapsing in front of him, he would continue to walk until forever.

In the garden, Sal Jones and the Speaker exclaimed in unison, "The Church of Condemnation!"

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"A Death Sentence Priest!!"

Yes, it was Robbie...

In the dark world, Robbie was walking slowly like this, the hideous steel battleships and the huge mechanical mother star gradually moving away behind him, becoming his background. The world... was extremely quiet, even time seemed to have stopped. But his eyes were still clear.

The noise and chaos of the world, the blood and violence of battle, failed to pollute his eyes, nor did it pollute his heart.

Just like when he first met Blood瞳, Robbie was still Robbie.

That big boy who liked guns and always had a sunny smile.

The black priest's robe fit him well, and his faint smile was as always. There was no irritability, anger, or sadness in Robbie, only peace. It was as if he was not going to ignite the light, but to keep an appointment. An appointment that the Lord had made with him before he was even born.

"This is the path I have chosen, I will bear all the sins."

"With this body, I look up to the Father in heaven, and I am willing to bear the suffering of all beings."

"May all beings be equal and free, may children bathe in the grace of the Lord."

"I can enter the path of blood, not seeking forgiveness."

In the dark world, Robbie stepped over the fleet step by step and walked to the darkness that could never be illuminated. Along the way, whether it was the slender high-speed reconnaissance ship or the heavy armored assault ship, they all made way for him. As if they were welcoming a saint to descend into his hall.

Finally, Robbie stopped. Endless darkness was in front of him.

"I'm here..."

He said with a smile, then raised his hand and pointed to the darkness ahead...

"The Lord (I) said, let there be light!"