Colonial Suit

The addition of Robbie and Singer undoubtedly boosted the strength of the human camp.

However, the Sasha were not to be trifled with. They had painstakingly planned this ambush, how could they be stopped by two cosmic warriors? In fact, there were already more than three thousand Sasha Conquerors participating in the attack, and the entire starry sky had become a battlefield for cosmic warriors!

Abilities, beams, melee combat, rule evolution.

In just a few breaths, the human fleet suffered tremendous losses. The first hundreds of warships that rushed out were reduced to ashes in the positron cannon attacks, followed by a chilling list of casualties.

Compared to humans, the Sasha Conquerors were too numerous and too reckless. This gap was not just a simple matter of quantity, but also of quality. Because they possessed modulation technology second only to the Krodel, the Sasha were always known for their 'artificial life,' and the cosmic warrior level was no exception. These 'mass-produced' warriors, built up with enhanced cells and genetic technology, did not have the true cosmic warrior's insights and mastery of rules, but they were not weak in terms of energy, and each of them had reached the 'Meteor Grade.'

And even if humans had a large base, how many Meteor Grades were there?

With a bang, a human mercenary was knocked back by an explosion, followed by a black shadow passing by, grabbing his legs. Before the mercenary could react, a roar like a wild beast rang out, and he was torn in half, body and armor included! In the void, this Sasha Conqueror was like a demon crawling out of hell, wearing black armor. Long bone spurs extended from his shoulders and spine, with internal organs and limbs hanging on them. In everyone's eyes, he cracked open his mouth, extending a long tongue to lick the blood, and then chuckled strangely.

"Damn it! What is that!!??" A cry of shock and anger rang out in the fleet channel. Everyone was frightened by the Sasha Conqueror.

Only the Speaker in the garden narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed.

"As expected... there is a reason why the Sasha are regarded as the successors of the Krodel. That set of black armor is a bio-suit, isn't it?"

"Only a replica, Speaker," Sal Jones said from behind, the optical screen of the smart device in his hand constantly flashing. "Data shows that this armament has great regenerative and destructive properties, but it is also extremely unstable. If it suffers major damage, it may immediately go out of control. Even with normal use, its lifespan will not exceed a quarter of the armor's."

"That's enough," the Speaker said, looking at the distant battlefield without turning his head. "Sal Jones, haven't you realized by now that they don't plan to go back? These are sacrifices, tools used by the Sasha to stop us." The imitation bio-suit collapses. It devours its host, forming another barbaric fighting life, perhaps with a lifespan of only one day. But within that one day, it is a monster acting entirely on instinct... a forced-evolution mutant.

The Sasha. They really didn't intend to let them go back alive!!

But this puts more pressure on the humans. These Sasha Conquerors were already tricky enough, with their large numbers, and now they couldn't be fought or killed, and no one could guarantee that they wouldn't mutate. And although the mutated monsters lost the various abilities of cosmic warriors, they possessed extremely strong defense and speed, and even ship cannons could not kill them. They flickered back and forth in the starry sky, crossing thousands of kilometers in an instant, launching attacks on any prey. The waving tentacles could easily shatter the armor of warships, and the small holes at the tips could spray out highly corrosive liquid, making them like devils.

The human mercenaries suffered heavy losses unexpectedly, and hundreds of Comet-Grade warriors were grabbed, killed, or devoured by the enemy.

For a time, blood splattered everywhere, and there were roars and muffled groans of cosmic warriors everywhere.

Perhaps the ranks of this first batch of human cosmic warriors were not high, with the highest being Meteor Grade, but such a scene was still unacceptable, and many people in the rear were tearing their eyes, wishing they could take their place.

A streak of arc light flashed, and another Sasha Conqueror was killed, transforming into a mutant waving tentacles. It chased after the mercenary who had just killed it in one step, and several tentacles pierced the opponent's armor like javelins, sucking wildly. The mercenary screamed in pain as his body quickly withered, as if his internal organs and vitality had been drained.

The mutant became even more cheerful, and even made a piercing shriek, as if laughing triumphantly. But before it could taste its prey, a radiant pistol was placed against its 'head' at some point, and then it heard a low voice.

"May the dead rest in peace."

Bang!

With a flash of light, the mutant suddenly froze, and then its body turned gray-white from the head down, gradually drying into ashes. The pistol against its head was then put away, with the runes 'EL' faintly visible on it... the Gun of Glory.

Robbie put away his weapon and turned to look at the starry sky in front of him, unable to help but sigh.

Too many, too complicated...

Although with his current strength, participating in this battle had an overwhelming advantage, the other side was not easy to deal with. Even the consumables had extremely high energy levels and tough bodies, and it was impossible to expect him to sweep everything alone. What worried him even more was that so far, they were only ordinary Sasha Conquerors, and in the depths of the distant starry sky, there were several silent black shadows that had never approached. They stood there quietly, exuding a powerful but terrifying aura, like generals, examining the war of their subordinates.

Neither the death of the Sasha Conquerors nor the destruction of the mutants would cause any fluctuations in them. These guys immersed in the shadows watched the two sides fight and die in the starry sky.

Finally, as another mutant killed a mercenary, one of the 'generals' couldn't stand it any longer, and said in a hoarse voice. "I didn't expect that humans still have the courage to fight against the 'Mata'. If this continues, our goal will be affected a little. Should I go and kill him?"

"No need, Narges, this is just a test to see how much potential humans have left. It seems they are doing well."

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"Then it ends like this?" Narges, who spoke first, couldn't bear it and said with some dissatisfaction. "Just watch them kill all our Mata?"

"Of course not, even if it's a test, we have to give them a lesson," the second shadow laughed, then waved his hand.

In the void, a vortex suddenly formed, from which hundreds of black shadows appeared.

The shadow was somewhat similar to the previous Conquerors, but more burly and larger. Dozens of pulse tubes extended from each person's back, waving slowly behind them.

Planet Grade... One-Time Tramplers.

Gita!