Colonial Suit

The viscous 'world' was utterly tranquil.

No one answered the Speaker; only tiny crystals darted about, occasionally streaking across with a faint light.

The Speaker frowned slightly, then sighed softly.

Clearly, the other party was very familiar with him, even more so than he had imagined. This was evident from the hundreds of successful sneak attacks, while he hadn't managed a single counterattack. How could someone not intimately familiar with him know his weaknesses and understand his habits?

He and the enemy were connected by an invisible thread, mutually restraining and wary of each other.

Thinking this, the Speaker's eyes flickered, and he turned slightly, moving backward little by little… His movements were very careful, and anyone could see how vigilant he was at this moment. But in that instant, the mysterious enemy suddenly acted, increasing the viscosity of the world dozens of times, causing the Speaker's movements to 'freeze' repeatedly, like 'dropped frames' in an animation. At the same time, a white light flashed, and the Speaker grunted, another bloody stain appearing on his right chest.

However, this time, a smile appeared on his face. He reached out to touch the wound and said with a smile.

"So… it's you…"

"Gistelman, the great… Divine Envoy?"

In the void, a certain space seemed to tremble, and then the viscous liquid began to solidify, revealing the face of an old man. He silently gazed at the Speaker for a moment, then said softly, "I can't escape your eyes after all."

"Is it hard to see through me?" the Speaker replied, the smile on his face unchanged, as if the wound on his body didn't belong to him. "You've ambushed me hundreds of times, each time using different attributes of energy. Is that to conceal your identity? Is it so difficult to face me head-on?"

The old face trembled slightly, then slowly nodded. "Huran, we are old rivals; let's not probe each other with words. Fighting you head-on isn't difficult, but if we did that, how would it be any different from before? I can't kill you, and you can't kill me; in the end, we can only disperse."

"So, you're confident you can kill me this time?" the Speaker asked with a smile, but his pupils contracted slightly.

Just as the enemy was familiar with him, he was equally familiar with the enemy once he knew who it was.

Gistelman, of the Boca clan, guardian of the Divine Tomb, Divine Envoy… Strength, Black Hole Threshold. Demigod Domain.

It could be said that in the Speaker's long combat career, his entanglement with this guy had been constant. How many times had they fought? Yet neither could overcome the other. In these constant battles, the Speaker used his power to make the Boca clan realize that humans were not weak and easily bullied, and also in these battles, he made the Boca clan recognize humans as worthy opponents.

This was a dangerous enemy, and equally troublesome to the point of madness.

The Speaker knew that Gistelman's main ability was called the Dark Repository. It could store and release all the powers it came into contact with. These powers included energy attributes, partial rule insights, and even abilities. So, every battle he would change constantly, making the Speaker feel deeply troubled. He could be said to be the type of enemy the Speaker hated the most.

One must know that the Speaker's greatest strength was analysis, but how could he clearly analyze such an enemy? So, until now, the two could be considered evenly matched.

But today, Gistelman was clearly prepared, making the Speaker even more wary.

"I don't know if I can kill you, old friend," Gistelman slowly shook his head, the look in his eyes emitting a coldness. "But I must try. And this is the closest I've ever been to success; I can't give up."

As he spoke, without any apparent action, the surrounding liquid suddenly became more viscous, instantly freezing the Speaker in the void. Immediately afterward, countless white lights swarmed out from the surroundings, piercing toward the Speaker like a storm! These were the things that had hurt the Speaker in previous battles, and their power was self-evident!

In this flash of lightning, the Speaker could no longer hide his abilities. He immediately let out a low roar and suddenly crossed his hands in front of his chest.

"Solidify!"

With a boom, the liquid around him was pushed away by a powerful aura, and then a solid shield took shape. In an instant, the sounds of bombardment merged into one, and countless shockwaves exploded on this shield. The white light surged like a tide, actually causing the shield to twist constantly, nearly collapsing.

The Speaker's face was also extremely pale, alternating between green and white. Finally, unable to hold back, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"This isn't the previous attack… This is… the power of the Divine Domain!?"

"You're right," in the distant void, Gistelman's face formed again, calmly watching the Speaker. "It is indeed the level of the Divine Domain. We haven't been able to determine a victor for so many years; this time, let me put an end to it. These Divine Energy Fragments are my long accumulation; I hope you enjoy them."

"…" The Speaker's face immediately darkened. The power of the Divine Domain was not easy to deal with. Although Gistelman was not yet proficient, this level of energy impact still put tremendous pressure on him. The Speaker believed that as long as he relaxed slightly, this terrifying energy would swarm in and tear him to pieces.

Below the Divine Domain, all are ants.

The surrounding roar grew louder, but in such a short time, the white light had weakened the Speaker's shield to a thin layer, vibrating and twisting, threatening to break at any moment. And because of the shield's feedback, the blood at the corner of the Speaker's mouth increased, and the wounds on his body all burst open, dyeing his old combat suit red.

The combat suit, every point of damage on it, proved the glory and hardship of the Montberto family. At this moment, it became so tragic.

"Don't… underestimate me," in the near-violent attack, the Speaker's voice sounded low, yet like distant thunder. He raised his head, met the face, and then grinned slightly, revealing teeth stained with blood.

"The Montberto family has never had cowards."

Saying that, he shook his hands, actually completely releasing the shield. In an instant, the Speaker was submerged in the surging white light, and didn't know how many high-level energies pierced his body. A large amount of blood exploded, actually forming a cloud of blood mist in the void. The Speaker's body was also riddled with holes, as if flayed alive.

However, in this white light, the Speaker's cold voice rang out.

"Void!!"

With a loud bang, an aura erupted like a storm, blowing all the approaching white light in all directions. Then the storm gathered into a tornado, like an arrow piercing forward along the Speaker's finger!! Wherever it passed, the white light was blown away, and the void was torn apart.

A path of vacuum was formed!!