Colonial Suit

"Indeed, a force field maze," the Speaker murmured, standing before the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the distant stars. "A terrifying Rubik's Cube."

As a cosmic warrior, the Speaker was intimately familiar with force fields, for they were extensions of a cosmic warrior's limbs, essential for battling colossal enemies. Beyond the common gravitational and repulsive fields, permanent force fields were also compulsory knowledge for cosmic warriors. This maze was undoubtedly constructed from permanent force fields.

Permanent force fields were exceedingly simple, yet possessed the characteristic of arbitrary shaping. They could be molded into any form according to a cosmic warrior's mental perception, like an invisible object. If countless such force fields were freely combined, coupled with endlessly expanding traps, they would form the most dreaded spatial aggregate in the universe.

Margot's Death Cube.

Also known as a force field maze!

No one could survive within the nearly infinite Death Cube, not even in theoretical simulations.

The fifth level of Naraka was actually a massive Margot's Death Cube, something even the Speaker hadn't anticipated. Although he had prepared many contingency plans beforehand, they were all meaningless in the face of this enormous spatial aggregate.

The Death Cube was unsolvable. As long as the rules allowed and the force fields were infinite, it would never dissipate. Humanity's only option was to plunge in, find a traversable passage, or forcibly break through. And in this process, humanity would have to endure the cube's torment until the very end.

Within the Death Cube, traps formed by various force fields were omnipresent, such as compression, grinding, stirring, and tearing. The cube would become a colossal meat grinder, pulverizing any intruder. The only difference was that intruders on the correct path would encounter fewer traps, while those on the wrong path would encounter more.

There was no absolute safety; that was the terror of the Death Cube, the horror of the force field maze!

The garden was silent. The Speaker lowered his head, pondering countermeasures.

In reality, Margot's Death Cube was not a rare phenomenon; it existed frequently in the normal universe. However, the scale and complexity were vastly different from the current fifth level of Naraka. And humanity, as well as all advanced civilizations capable of entering the Second World, were familiar with methods to break it.

That was to use mental perception to find a passage.

The Cosmic Will's intention in sealing mental perception lay precisely here. The Speaker was almost certain that this fifth level of Naraka was a 'Bermuda' of the universe, possessing a portion of the universe's secrets.

But unfortunately, he could not explore it. The immediate priority was to lead the immigration fleet out of this dead end. The Speaker believed that no place within the Death Cube was safe. Even if their current location seemed quiet, it could turn into a trap at any moment if the cube shifted.

"Do you have any thoughts?" the Speaker asked, his hands clasped behind his back, addressing Sal Jones behind him.

Sal Jones shook his head, replying with a heavy expression. "I'm sorry, Speaker, if we cannot utilize mental perception, we only have the option of forcing our way through. But the problem is that our fleet is too large. Even if we mobilize all our warriors, we cannot protect every aspect. Therefore, I suggest abandoning a portion of the immigrants to reduce the area we need to defend."

"That is a rational choice," the Speaker nodded, then sighed. "But you know that is not our choice."

The Speaker did not continue, but Sal Jones already understood. Because on the fourth level of Naraka, he, like the Speaker, had heard the declarations of countless warriors. They craved sacrifice, craved protection, craved to shed their last drop of blood in this final moment of civilization. Fighting was the duty of warriors, not civilians!

"Do not let their sacrifices be in vain," the Speaker said, turning his back to Sal Jones. "Make the arrangements."

"Yes!" Sal Jones said no more, turning and leaving the garden.

Leaving only the Speaker, still standing before the window with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the void outside. His emaciated figure, illuminated by the starlight, appeared so lonely and desolate.

"How much more... must be sacrificed?"

He muttered to himself, as if questioning, or perhaps questioning himself.

Outside, the human fleet began to change formation, gradually shifting from a complex migratory array to a spearhead breakthrough formation. Eden was at the very tip of the spear, while all heavily armored warships were arrayed on the outer layer, forming the spear shaft. Countless immigrant spacecraft were located in the center of this enormous 'long spear,' receiving protection from all the warships. If they encountered a force field trap, the heavily armored warships would be the first to meet it. Only the destruction of these warships would harm the immigrant spacecraft inside the spear.

Undoubtedly, this was an extremely 'inefficient' array, because the number of immigrant spacecraft was too large. To protect so many spacecraft, they had to maintain sufficient anti-pressure fields. And these all came from the cosmic warriors on the outer warships! The larger the area, the more effort it took.

But there was no other choice. Who told them that Margot's Death Cube had no shortcuts? In the absence of mental perception, brute force was the only option.

No path! The human fleet would use the lives of countless cosmic warriors to carve out a path!

"Depart!!" a burly man roared from atop Eden. Followed by countless echoing voices.

"Depart!"

"Let us die on the battlefield!!"

"Awoo! Let us die on the battlefield!!"

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In the next moment, the boundless human fleet plunged into the starry sky. In an instant, it stirred up countless changes. The outer perimeter of Eden, at the forefront, was attacked by two terrifying forces from above and below, like heavy hammers trying to smash Eden. It was the squeezing force field that the reconnaissance fleet had encountered before. But at this moment, the one in charge of Eden was the brawny man. Without even furrowing his brow, he jumped forward and waved his hand, opening his force field.

An enormous, invisible sphere protected the outer perimeter of Eden, colliding with the squeezing force fields from above and below, stirring up violent spatial tremors.

In an instant, the entire starry sky seemed to tremble, enraged by the intrusion of the human fleet. Various force field vortices began to appear around the fleet, cutting and intersecting like saw teeth!!

A heavily armored assault ship met them, with a Meteor-class warrior aboard...

An armored battleship met them, with a Planet-class warrior aboard...

More and more warships met them, with warriors of all levels aboard!!

No one retreated. On this path of human migration, no one did not want to fulfill the duties of a warrior. No matter how evil or despicable they once were, no matter how many misdeeds or evil thoughts they once had. Before the life and death of humanity, the only thing they could do was fill the gap.

Like ordinary people, fill the gap!

If there were not enough strong individuals, low-level warriors would make up for it. As long as they could open a force field, as long as they had a shred of strength...

This was duty!!

I will, without fail, fulfill my duty!!