Colonial Suit

Tranquil… serene starry sky.

Seeming to have never changed.

This is a peaceful sanctuary, a place forbidden to all living beings since distant, distant ages. Whether stars or planets, they all seem to have ceased their movements, frozen at a certain moment in their lives. Perhaps there was once life here, perhaps even civilization, but since a certain being lightly tapped their finger, this place has been put on pause.

Today, everything has ‘come alive’…

In the void, a space warped, bulged, and then shattered. Two massive fleets rushed out. One fleet gleamed with golden light. The other was shrouded in black mist. They were the migration fleets of Boka and Sasa. As soon as the two fleets appeared, they locked onto their targets and flew towards a certain coordinate point, moving like two parallel lines.

On the Boka Magic-Conducting Mothership, Xie stood up from his throne, casting his gaze upon the starry sky outside.

“This is the Land of Enlightenment?”

“That’s right.” An old man in white robes stood behind him, answering in a deep voice. “This is the starting point of the Great Chaotic Era, the battlefield of the first war between the Crodir and the Elte. Hundreds of millions of Elte sleep here, as do tens of thousands of Crodir conquerors.”

“But today, it is called the Sixth Layer of Naraka. A high-magic space.”

“Indeed, I can feel the dense energy here, so abundant that it is readily available. The energy rules are greatly enhanced, and the space is stable with an extremely high carrying capacity. It is simply a cultivation ground that every cosmic warrior dreams of.” Xie stretched out his hand, white light surging from his fingertips, turning into particles of light that flew out of his body, danced for a moment, and then slowly dissipated.

The old man behind him watched quietly, then said, “It is also the best battlefield for cosmic warriors.”

Xie nodded, not speaking. Because he knew that this was the true environment of the Sixth Layer of Naraka, the best and most suitable stage for cosmic warriors. The world says that Naraka is the gathering place of cosmic disasters. That is both correct and incorrect. Only the first five layers are truly dangerous, while the sixth layer is not only without danger, but is actually beneficial to cosmic warriors. The seventh layer is the gateway to the First World, the base of the Gate of Eternal Farewell, even more quiet and stable.

So, if you regard the seven layers of Naraka as a road, then the first five layers are a thorny path to test intruders, while the last two layers are a rest stop for intruders to recuperate and enter the Gate of Eternal Farewell in the best condition.

Xie did not know what the First World was thinking, but this had been confirmed by the explorations of Boka ancestors.

High-magic space is undoubtedly the best reward for cosmic warriors. Enhanced rules, abundant energy, stable space. Any cosmic warrior here will improve their evolution speed by a level. And more importantly, it is difficult for cosmic warriors to destroy it. Even if there are conflicts of high intensity, it will quickly stabilize and repair itself.

Unfortunately, high-magic space can no longer be seen in the normal universe. The only thing that exists is cosmic storms, another manifestation of abundant energy and chaotic rules.

Thinking of this, Xie sighed and turned his gaze to a light screen beside him. There, the Sasa tribe was also traveling at high speed, their destination exactly the same as his.

“I really don’t know if making this choice is right or wrong.” He murmured to himself, falling into contemplation.

And behind him, the old man in white also lowered his head, his eyes flashing with strange light. He was clearly standing there, but his body was like a black hole, constantly devouring unimaginable energy.

“Finally… I see… this familiar battlefield… a stage that can bear our glory…”

“My companions, is it time for another war?”

“I look forward to it…”

“I yearn for it…”

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On the other side, the Sasa tribe. War Matriarch.

Lier's transformed giant planet was moving smoothly in the void, seemingly slow but actually extremely fast, surrounded by countless Sasa biological warships, layers of black carapace shimmering with a faint dark light.

Inside the Matriarch, in a certain chamber, a shrill scream suddenly came.

“Ah!!”

“Hold on. Saros, hold on, it will be over in a moment.” Napolitt’s voice came from the side, the old man now sweating nervously.

On the wall in front of him, Saros was embedded in it like a large character, his face full of cold sweat. His handsome face was twisted, and the elegance of the past was gone.

It hurts too much… it really hurts too much…

When passing through the Fourth Layer of Naraka, Saros inadvertently felt that his body seemed to produce a kind of desire for the extreme miasma, so he tried to capture one, but after absorbing it, this state appeared. Saros felt as if countless insects were biting inside his body, every nerve, every bone, even every cell was making a dying groan. That kind of pain was simply the most unimaginable torture in the world, and as time passed, it spread into his spiritual world, making him suffer unbearably.

This situation was extremely strange, and even Napolitt, who modulated him, did not know what to do. All data indicated that there was nothing abnormal in Saros's body, but the pain really happened, making Napolitt distraught.

The experience of the past few days had taught him that this pain would subside after enduring it for a while, and would occur again after a period of time. That's why he persuaded Saros to grit his teeth and persevere.

On the wall, Saros's sweat dripped down his hair, and his whole body was twitching.

“Great Sage, I… I can’t hold on anymore…”

“You must persevere, Saros, we are looking for a solution.” Napolitt comforted.

“But even if it gets better, it will come again…” Saros raised his head, opening his mouth wide like a dead fish, his body trembling. “Give me the hyper-proliferation drug! Great Sage, I’ll do it myself!!”

“Impossible!” Napolitt refused without even thinking. The hyper-proliferation drug was Saros's exclusive hormone, an extremely dangerous taboo. Once used, Saros's strength would instantly increase to a terrifying level, but it would also put his body in the most unstable state. Saros had already used the hyper-proliferation drug twice, and each time it took Napolitt a lot of time to adjust. If he used it a third time, Napolitt was very afraid that his flesh would collapse instantly.

“I have already contacted Lilith for you, believe me, she will definitely have a solution.” Seeming to feel Saros’s pain, Napolitt said urgently.

And just as he finished speaking, a certain wall of the chamber suddenly squirmed, bulged, and transformed into a woman's face.

She glanced at Saros, and suddenly smiled charmingly.

“Darling, you seem to be in trouble… Would you like lovely Lilith to help you solve it?”