Colonial Suit

In the starry sky, a magnificent, enormous, and incomparably grand golden giant ship was slowly sailing. Instead of the conventional engine nozzles found on human ships at its rear, it had golden energy devices shaped like sharp cones. Invisible streams of force emanated from these cones, providing the ship with immense power, allowing this giant mothership, comparable in size to a star, to traverse space at incredible speeds.

The Boca Clan, Super Magic-Conducting Mothership.

The Saint Louis.

“So, this is the entirety of the harassment campaign?”

Xie had just finished exercising and walked out of the gravity chamber with a towel draped around his neck. His **naked body was full of powerful lines, with two purple crystals shining with an eerie light on his chest and rib areas. Seeing his appearance, two beautiful girls who had been waiting for a long time came forward to wipe his body.

Xie didn't even look at the girls, as if they were mere air.

“Yes, Your Majesty. Our warriors have returned and provided the latest information. In this battle, our side suffered the loss of 377,200 Tier 2 battleships. A total of 351 Arbitrators, Inquisitors, and First-Class Priests were killed in action,” a golden-armored man knelt before Xie, reporting in a deep voice.

“A very heavy loss…” Xie frowned slightly. “What about the humans?”

“Effective data cannot be obtained. Estimated losses are over a million warships, 127 planetary-level cosmic warriors, and 15 stellar-level warriors. Losses below the planetary level cannot be confirmed.”

“Heh…” Xie suddenly laughed, reaching for a towel to wrap around his body and shaking his hair. “So, our losses are greater than the humans’?”

“Because they used Pandora,” the golden-armored man replied calmly, his head lowered. “In fact, the Sasha Clan suffered even greater losses than us.”

“Does a Pandora have such a significant effect?” Xie walked to the window, looking at the bright ‘sunlight’ outside. “If I remember correctly, she should belong to a forbidden project.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” the golden-armored man replied in a deep voice. “The God-Making Project, which utilizes humanity's dependence on machinery to develop artificial life forms targeting machines. They are born with an affinity for metal and machinery, intended to be deployed on the battlefield at the appropriate time and invade the target's mechanical system. It was eventually abandoned due to the loss of the primary prototype, and a search mission was issued to the Third World, for which the Aierte Clan invested massive resources.”

“But what was the result?” Xie sneered slightly. “The Aierte did not recover this prototype, and their vitality was damaged in the relic incident. This ancient race was crippled by the Crodir during the Great Chaos. Even if they try to restore their ancient glory, they can no longer rise again.”

“Without a God-Domain level civilization, how pathetic.”

Xie didn't continue, but his gaze went further and further, as if he could pierce through the stars…

The Aierte did have a God-Domain level. But that was in the distant past. In that era where memories were lost, they sacrificed themselves for the race. It was the Boca Clan that gave the order, and they were just the executors. Perhaps, their sacrifice earned the Aierte people massive resources and tens of thousands of years of high status. But the value of a God-Domain level cannot be viewed in this way. In the eyes of top civilizations, true cosmic nobles, only civilizations with a God-Domain level can stand tall, and the rest are just passers-by in the universe.

The sacrifice of the Aierte people was too worthless in Xie's eyes.

But there is no regret medicine to buy in this world. Any individual, race, or civilization must pay the price for their choices. The Aierte people are like this, and so are the Boca people.

Through the magnificent floor-to-ceiling windows, Xie's gaze looked towards the distant depths of the starry sky. He couldn't see anything, but he knew that there was a star as huge as the mothership under his feet sailing there. That was the Sasha Clan's War Matriarch. They would enter the lower Naraka together with him.

Which was the destination of this journey, the seventh layer of Naraka, the Gate of Eternal Farewell.

Silently, the girls in the room left, and the golden-armored man also disappeared, replaced by an old man in a white robe. His face was ugly and old, but he had three small prismatic crystals arranged on his cheeks, which looked very strange.

Xie didn't turn his head, as if he had known he would appear, and asked in a low voice.

“Is everything ready?”

“Almost, energy activation is complete, and rule adaptation has entered the final stage,” the old man replied, his voice as hoarse as a parched desert. “We are all gratified to be able to fight in this starry sky again.”

“But your strength is far from what it used to be,” Xie said softly, seemingly with some regret. “The God's Tomb preserved your lives, but it lost your strength.”

“Even if it's lost further, it's enough for this era,” the old man replied, proudly raising his chin. At this moment, he no longer seemed like an old man, but a great powerhouse. “I didn't expect that after the Great Chaos, the universe would have weakened to this extent. There isn't even a truly worthy opponent to fight. Has an overly peaceful life erased the competitive instincts of life? I remember that in that era, God-Domain levels emerged endlessly.”

“That was, after all, an era of war, and the most cruel war in the universe,” Xie sighed. “But this is also good. Being able to have less conflict is a good thing for us and for this universe.”

“I can hear a strong sense of irony in your words,” the old man said, his face extremely calm. “But this is meaningless to me. We don't have much life left, and being able to perform one last awakening is already a miracle. I only hope that the next journey will be as you said, and there will be enemies worthy of our attention…”

“Don't worry, there will be,” Xie replied with a smile, a powerful confidence in his eyes. “This is the most important, and perhaps the last, great migration of our race. Whether hidden or prepared enemies will emerge. Perhaps humanity is just one of them. After passing through the Gate of Eternal Farewell are the truly powerful enemies we must face.”

“Hmph.” The old man's eyes flashed, but he didn't continue.

Of course, he knew what Xie was talking about, but that name was a taboo. Even a God-Domain expert like him who had experienced the Great Chaos didn't dare to mention it easily. In a sense, the Boca Clan, the Sasha Clan, and even the Crodir Clan were all toys of that existence. The old man never thought of resisting. But since Xie was now leading the Boca Clan, his decision was the will of the Boca Clan.

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Anyway, the old man's remaining life was not enough for him to undergo another hibernation, so why would he be reluctant to take a risk?

Thinking of this, the old man's body slightly blurred, as if he was about to turn into a cluster of light particles, but stopped halfway.

“Do you need me to take action in the battle at the seventh layer entrance? If I do, perhaps only I will be enough.”

“No need,” Xie replied with a smile. “Your strength should be used in more valuable places. As for here, it's enough to leave it to them.”

“Anyway, the Boca Clan and other allied units are too many and too bloated. It's good to reduce some.”

Xie said indifferently, as if he didn't know he was talking about a cruel thing.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the magic-conducting mothership began to accelerate, and in the farther, farther starry sky, the Boca and Sasha rearguard fleets had already deployed their formations, waiting to welcome the later intruders.

The war is about to begin…

Who will be the survivor? (To be continued..)

ps: I am very, very, very sorry for the two consecutive days of interruptions. The reason is that my child, that is, Little Knife, is sick, with a persistent high fever and frequent night crying. My wife and I have to take care of him. We can't rest well, and we don't have the energy and mood to write. I apologize again for the delay in progress.