Colonial Suit

Despair guided the fear in people's hearts, and disaster turned it into reality.

The first to suffer were the Sasha warriors, because fear came to them faster and more violently. Every Sasha warrior had undergone modulation, and what they feared most was over-modulation. Many nights, they had witnessed their comrades in the modulation nests next to them rot in the nutrient solution, turning into indistinguishable masses of flesh and blood. Such nightmares accompanied them throughout their lives, only gradually fading after they successfully completed modulation.

Every Sasha warrior didn't want to become a lump of flesh in the modulation nest; it was more terrifying than death.

Unfortunately, they never imagined that today, on this battlefield, this nightmare would be guided out by despair and turned into reality by the hand of disaster.

These Sasha warriors were not killed by disaster, but died from the collapse of their own cells. When the enhanced cells in their bodies 'thought' that the modulation had failed, they killed themselves.

In the starry sky, the flesh and blood transformed from Sasha people were still wriggling, and from time to time, ear-piercing screams were emitted. Mouths and eyes bloomed on the surface of the flesh and blood, only to quickly rot into blood. In just a few seconds, the collapsed enhanced cells consumed all their energy and completely died.

In contrast, the Boca people fared much better.

Under the power of disaster, a faint golden light appeared on the surface of each of their bodies, protecting them like a shield. Although they couldn't move, they didn't suffer heavy damage. Outside the shield, the distortions representing mental fluctuations became denser, even causing space to vibrate.

Despair's expression was a bit gloomy. "The Boca race is indeed worthy of being the race most skilled in mental power. Their mental strength is too strong. I need more time to invade."

"We don't have time," Disaster replied from the shadows beside him, his eyes flashing with cold light. "The Boca race is a race with faith. Your mental worms are too ineffective against them. If you also consider their strength, we'll be done for by the time you finish invading."

"Go!"

The two looked at each other and made a decision without hesitation. Their bodies trembled slightly in the starry sky, and they led the remaining human warriors to retreat.

Unfortunately, although they were decisive, they still underestimated the Boca people.

You must know that the Boca and Sasha warriors chasing them at this moment were not low-level characters. Each of them had at least a planetary-level rank... Coupled with the Boca people's inherited technology and stellar experts, their power was not much weaker than Despair and Disaster. Therefore, despite Despair and Disaster's decisive actions, they were still a step too slow.

Almost the moment everyone withdrew, a beam of dim yellow light descended from above, enveloping several human mercenaries out of thin air. Silently, those mercenaries were decomposed into countless light spots without even making a sound, scattering like fireflies...

"Medium Conversion!!" Despair's pupils suddenly contracted, and he warned urgently.

"Be careful, it's the Grand Inquisitor!"

It was too late. Just as his warning was issued, the surrounding void shook, and countless lines of light refraction appeared. They intertwined and intersected, forming a huge cage in an instant, trapping the mercenaries led by Despair and Disaster inside. Several mercenaries immediately reacted and probed the cage.

"It has sealed off anti-space! I can't warp!"

"My projection has lost its senses! What is this thing!!"

"Let me try planetary impact. No, it has no physical form!"

The mercenaries' low voices echoed in their thoughts, but they couldn't break free from the cage's restraints no matter what. Although this cage was not very vast, its confinement of the mercenaries seemed surreal. As long as they were in the cage, any attempt to escape would be ineffective.

Despair and Disaster didn't move. They just stood in the center of the mercenaries, silently watching the starry sky in front of them. The golden light of the cage flickered, illuminating their faces with alternating light and shadow.

"I didn't expect that even you would come out," Despair suddenly said after a moment of silence.

He didn't look at the Boca warriors in front of him, as if he was talking to the air. But strangely, as his voice fell, the distant starry sky began to distort, and three figures emerged from the void. They were all wearing pure white robes, without the luxurious golden decorations of ordinary Boca people, but instead exuded a sense of sanctity. Golden hair fell down their shoulders, and under the hair were handsome faces.

They stood calmly in the void, without any imposing manner, but the surrounding Boca people bowed and saluted, then consciously retreated behind them.

These three were so respected that even stellar-level Boca experts had to show them respect!

"Heretic Inquisitorial Order, Grand Inquisitors..." Despair murmured, looking at these three ordinary figures with complicated eyes. "How long has it been since you appeared in the world?"

Like the advanced elites of humans, the Boca and Sasha races also have their own elite classes. The most legendary of these is the Heretic Inquisitorial Order. It is said that this organization was founded during the Great Chaos. In the Boca civilization, it belongs to the temple sequence, but it is not governed by any rulers. The Boca race's constitution clearly stipulates... that they have independent legal immunity, the right to judge, and the right to execute. Its mystery is like a fog.

No one knows how many of them there are, or how powerful they are. But as the Seven Kings of humanity, Despair and Disaster have analyzed their existence from fragments of information collected in the past.

This is a group of terrifying warriors, few in number, but their strength far surpasses that of ordinary Boca people. Their nature is very similar to that of the Seven Kings and Nine Generals of humanity. In the past, they did not participate in any struggles, but silently stood behind the scenes, observing the world with a condescending gaze.

But today... they have appeared... blocking humanity's path...

"So, these people before were just bait?" Despair's lips moved slightly, and he whispered.

"That's right. Because only in this way can we catch you and kill you..." a white-robed Inquisitor said. There was nothing special on his face, as if he was stating a fact. "As guardians of the universe's order, we have been paying attention to humanity for a long time, paying attention to your wars, hunger, deception, and complexity. Finally, we have come to the conclusion that you are the universe's virus. The emergence of the Black Tide is also directly related to you."

"The universe is already overwhelmed. This is our sacred land, and we cannot allow viruses like you to exist. Therefore, we must carry out a cleansing."

"And to accomplish all of this, the first thing to do is to eliminate you individuals known as universe warriors."

The white-robed Inquisitor said here, took a deep breath, and made a conclusion.

"I judge, you are guilty."

"Verdict, annihilation!"

In the starry sky, a beam of dim yellow light fell, enveloping Despair and Disaster. A large number of light particles washed over their bodies, decomposing their armor and clothing in an instant...

Just like the previous universe mercenaries. (To be continued...)