Colonial Suit

"Oh, hell! That's... a Planetary-level!!" Staring at the energy curve on the screen that was constantly rising, the officer on duty's face instantly turned pale, and he shouted hoarsely, "First formation! Retreat!!"

"Run! That's a Planetary-level monster!"

It was too late. Just as the officer on duty issued the warning, a Trampler figure had already crossed hundreds of kilometers, crashing into a Star Pirate. Pitifully, that Star Pirate was also a burly man, wearing heavy, iron-like, super-heavy defensive armor, but he was pierced through the chest by the Trampler's shoulder. Bone spurs as thick as bowls pierced through his chest and out his back, the bone patterns on them stained with blood and muscle fibers.

Fresh blood spurted from the Star Pirate's back like a fountain, drawing a long red blood line.

The Star Pirate was stunned, lowering his head little by little like a puppet, looking at the hideous monster in his arms, his face showing a strange, fearful, yet regretful expression.

And in his arms, a low, mocking voice sounded. "Ants, you should crawl back to your anthill."

With a bang, the Star Pirate's body was torn apart, cut into two pieces by the Trampler's bone spurs. Blood and internal organs spurted out, but the Trampler raised its head and let out a silent roar. Dozens of blood vessels mercilessly inserted into the Star Pirate's remains, beginning to suck greedily. Even across thousands of kilometers of starry sky, people seemed to hear the 'glug, glug' sound of those blood vessels. "Predation," another Star Pirate replied, a hint of uncontrollable violence flashing in his eyes. "Eating, dining, do I need to be more detailed?"

As he spoke, he snapped the neck of the Mata in his arms and then stuck the muzzle of the electromagnetic cannon into the Mata's snarling mouth at point-blank range. "Ants?"

Boom. The powerful antimatter projectile blasted the Mata into fragments.

However, although this Star Pirate showed great strength, the situation on the battlefield was extremely unfavorable for humans. The single-use Meteor-class Conqueror 'Mata' was already troublesome enough, but the sudden appearance of hundreds of Planetary-level Tramplers 'Gita' was almost a devastation for humanity. It should be known that even without rules and abilities, the simple energy level is an overwhelming advantage... Moreover, all the humans currently in the first formation are low-level warriors, at most Meteor-class.

The human fleet was almost immediately forced into a dead end.

"Speaker, deploy the main force," Sal Jones suggested in a low voice in the garden, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes.

As a human councilor, watching countless fine young men die in battle, whether they were mercenaries or Star Pirates, whether they were former enemies or companions, Sal Jones felt extremely sad. At his level, the rights and wrongs of the past no longer had much influence. What he cared about was the entire human race, the continuation and survival of the entire species. However, he did not receive the Speaker's answer. In his eyes, this wise old man stood in front of the French window, quietly watching the battlefield beneath his feet. The starry sky stretched out beneath his feet, all the way to the end beyond infinity.

"Sal Jones..." In the silence, the Speaker slowly opened his mouth, his voice hoarse. "You and I both know that this is a test. The Sasha Clan has the heritage of Krodir, advanced bio-modification technology. We can't outlast them. Even with a larger population base, our warriors cannot compare to their assembly line products. For us, it is a life. With parents, companions, growth, and a colorful life. But for them, they are just a pile of worthless carbohydrates."

"Let our warriors return. Even if the Sasha Clan succeeds in this battle. Since they want to see it, let them see it."...

"Arrange the list, Star-level."

"Yes!" A fierce look flashed in Sal Jones' eyes, and he agreed without hesitation.

The Sasha Clan succeeded, didn't they want to test? Then let them test to their heart's content! At this point, humanity no longer had much intention to conceal anything. It was already the sixth level of Naraka. Even if they concealed it further, the seventh level of Naraka would inevitably be the time to reveal their true intentions. How many years had humanity waited for this moment, how many years had they accumulated? Why couldn't they shout 'No' happily?

Perhaps, now was not the best time, but the Sasha Clan's突襲 had already left them with no choice.

Thinking of this, Sal Jones took a deep breath and picked up the smart device in his hand...

But at this moment, a voice suddenly interrupted the thoughts of the two, and said plainly, "Please wait a moment."

"Who?" Sal Jones' pupils suddenly shrank. Then he asked in surprise, "Blood瞳?"

"It's me."

In the starry sky, at the bow of the Twilight of the Gods, Blood瞳 stood quietly, with the huge and exaggerated warship under his feet. A faint black mist emanated from his body, and his cloak fluttered wildly, repelled by the surging aura. His gaze was very calm, calmly looking at the battlefield ahead, looking at the groups of hideous 'Mata', and the burly and powerful 'Gita'. He said softly.

"Maybe, I can help you."

"You make me very gratified, my child." In the garden, the Speaker suddenly smiled, not caring how Blood瞳's thoughts could be embedded in the frequency between him and Sal Jones, but said lightly. "I have been waiting for this moment for a long time. I think this is also the most suitable stage for you."

"You didn't give me a mission," Blood瞳 said.

"I just don't want to force you," the Speaker replied. "You are the heritage of Krodir, any destiny forcibly imposed on you is an insult. I respect your choice."

Blood瞳's face twitched slightly, finally revealing a trace of emotion.

This was the Speaker, the kind, tolerant, and broad-minded old man. Only with his breadth of mind and vision could he tolerate Blood瞳's arrogance and gain Blood瞳's approval. The Speaker had long known Blood瞳's identity, but the Speaker had never forced him to do anything, nor had he imposed anything on him. Even those tasks were just a process of cultivating and training him... This was a lonely old man, even in the most difficult moments, he still stubbornly adhered to his principles and hopes.

On the Twilight of the Gods, Blood瞳 lowered his head, and after a while, he raised his head and said seriously.

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"Blood瞳, going to battle."

"It's an honor," the Speaker replied.

The next moment, a gust of wind suddenly rose on the Twilight of the Gods. This streamlined warship, exaggerated like an arrow leaving the string, spewed out dazzling contrails in everyone's eyes and rushed to the front of the fleet.

On the bow, Blood瞳 crossed his arms, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

"Ants, crawl back to your anthill!"

He said so, and his powerful thoughts swept across the battlefield like an erupting hurricane.

There was only a burst of dense crackling sounds. Thousands of Sasha Clan 'Mata' were stunned, and then in everyone's eyes...

Their heads exploded!!

PS: Recently, Little Knife has been conceiving a new book. Well, of course, it hasn't been written yet, just a draft. Now there are two plans, one is Xianxia, and the other is a magical version of the doomsday world. It is difficult to choose which one to write. Headache ING, I don’t know which one everyone likes?