Colonial Suit

"Or... failed again?"

In the darkness, Sal Jones sighed unwillingly, listening to the crew's report.

"The concentration of Speel particles has exceeded the extreme value, and the target's thinking has stopped. Reality, hyperreality, all existence..."

"Signal lost."

"Priest Robbie the Death Announcer..." Sal Jones's gaze pierced through the porthole, looking at the endless darkness outside. "No longer exists."

Yes, Robbie had disappeared.

This amazingly talented priest had completed the evolution from a vassal to a stellar-level powerhouse in just a few years. His resume was so dazzling that it almost became a role model for all young people. Because he was not the descendant of any powerhouse, nor did he have any special bloodline, he was just an ordinary person, an ordinary priest, but he completed something that most ancient races could not do. How could he not inspire young people and make them yearn for it?

In the hearts of countless young people heading to the cosmic stage, a thought must be surging: what Lord Robbie can do, I can definitely do!

But today... he has fallen...

This is not just the fall of one person, but the shattering of a dream. Sal Jones can imagine that from today onwards, there will definitely be many people who are frustrated, numb, sad, and desperate. But there will definitely be more people who will be reinvigorated and find their own path in Robbie's glory.

"You are worthy of... the legend of ordinary people."

Sal Jones murmured these last words, preparing to carry out the next task.

At this moment, many people in the human fleet were also dumbfounded. They had witnessed Robbie's glory with their own eyes, and they had also seen Robbie's disappearance. They couldn't believe this reality. Although it was only a few minutes, that man standing in the infinite light, that man who awakened the warmth in their hearts and gave them light, was their god.

"Mom... is... is that true?" The little girl looked at the darkness outside in panic, at a loss.

Her mother didn't speak, just hugged her tightly, shaking her head constantly. "That's not true... it's not..."

"Honey. He's still alive, he must still be alive. It's just that we can't see him. He's right there, right there. That glorious paradise. He's watching us... until forever."

"Will he protect us?"

"Yes, he definitely will." The mother hugged her even tighter. In the darkness. Her face was full of tears. "Because he is our Lord."

The eternal Lord.

The sound of hymns echoed in everyone's heart. Even if darkness spreads, people will remember that man in the light, that priest in black robes, but with a sunshine-like smile.

So where is Robbie? Where is he?

Is he really watching all this? Like that supreme God, the Lord of all living beings?

The wind started to blow... a bit cold.

Robbie tightened his collar and hammered his back. His back hurt a lot, as if it had been hit by countless tons of heavy hammers. But Robbie could only persevere. The giant crucifix on his back was getting heavier and heavier, as if it was carrying the resentment of all living beings. Little by little. Little by little, it was oppressing him, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lighten it.

Looking around, he was in the middle of a towering mountain peak. The top of the mountain went straight into the clouds, making it impossible to see how high it was. And the bottom was a boundless black plain. In the black soil. A rotten smell emanated.

The stones of the mountain were also black, with sharp edges and corners. If Robbie was not careful, he would be cut open and bleed. But after a while, his wounds would heal, again and again, like torture.

"So, it was all a dream."

Breathing in the rotten air. Robbie wiped the sweat from his brow and said with a wry smile.

He was still in the same place. That huge fleet, planetary-level, stellar-level battles, blood pupils like beasts, and the lovely twins. They were all just a dream he had imagined. Even the last endless human migration. The cosmic black spot of the third level of Naraka, his glorious sublimation. It was just comfort in a dream.

He was still that little priest, with a weak body, unable to bear too much responsibility. There was no glory, only this constant climbing. But he could never reach the top of the Peak of Atonement.

His sins were getting deeper and deeper.

Robbie could feel that because the mountain under his feet was still growing, rising every minute and every second. The power of those wraiths entangled in him was also getting stronger and stronger, as if they were trying to twist off his ankles.

This was actually useless. His feet would break, and after a while, they would recover. All that was left for Robbie was pain.

Very, very deep... soul-piercing pain.

Robbie gasped for a while, allowing a little more strength to accumulate in his body, and then began to climb again.

He didn't dare to dream anymore, because he was afraid that if he dreamed for a while longer, the mountain would grow even higher. Robbie didn't know if he could reach the top of the peak, but he felt that he had to do it. This was his path to redemption, only by reaching the top of the peak could he be freed.

The cross on his back was so heavy, so heavy that it seemed to be able to crush his body, his soul.

A day passed, two days passed... unknowingly, ten years, twenty years had passed.

Robbie climbed tirelessly, his body was cut into a thousand pieces, and blood was spilled all the way. His body was getting weaker and weaker, and the speed of recovery was getting slower and slower. Later, he could no longer recover. Every time he was cut open, he would bleed a lot, as if his blood would never stop flowing.

Robbie's foot was broken... twisted off by the wraiths.

His leg was broken, crushed by rocks.

Later, his waist was also broken, broken from exhaustion.

He only had half of his body left, a pair of hands, and that heavy crucifix that was always on his back.

The light in Robbie's eyes was getting dimmer and dimmer, grayer and grayer. He could hardly see anything. Strength had long since disappeared from his body. The only thing that allowed him to climb now was a will. A voice.

That will was his perseverance. And that voice... was trust.

Although he couldn't hear it clearly, and didn't even know if there was that voice, Robbie felt that the voice was trusting him, encouraging him.

The wind was cold... the rocks were even colder.

But Robbie's heart was warm.

He gritted his teeth, turned over another rock, and reached out again, but grabbed empty air. At this time, he suddenly realized that he had reached the top of the mountain. That incomparably towering Peak of Atonement had actually allowed him to reach the top. But he couldn't see anything. His eyes were blind, and his hands were rotten.

In the sky, a golden gate suddenly opened, and a huge angel with thirty-six wings flew down and knelt before Robbie.

He said.

"My Lord, welcome back to the divine throne."

Robbie was stunned for a while, then suddenly smiled, smiled, and laughed loudly.

His eyes could see again, and he had legs and feet again. The wounds on his body disappeared in an instant, replaced by fair and jade-like skin. Even the black priest's robe that never left his body suddenly turned into a pure white, magnificent robe with majestic golden patterns!

The crucifix behind him disappeared, and it turned into a golden light surrounding Robbie, within which surged infinite power.

In the eyes of the thirty-six-winged archangel, Robbie took off this gorgeous robe, and then put on his familiar black robe again. He gave the robe to the angel, while he walked towards the void.

"I am not the Lord."

"I am just a priest."

He said this, and his body gradually faded and disappeared in the void.

At the same time, in the real world, a trace of light suddenly appeared in the third level of Naraka. That light was very weak, but it was very tenacious, stubbornly tearing apart the darkness little by little, just like... dawn...

In the human fleet's channel, the surprised voice of a crew member sounded.

"The concentration of Speel particles is decreasing! A new signal point has appeared, the existence of reality and hyperreality has been confirmed, feature analysis in progress... it's... it's..."

"Lord Robbie!!"

Countless voices shouted in unison!!