Colonial Suit

The First Altar……

In the wide cave, a massive black sphere hovered silently, its surface emitting countless bizarre strands of dark energy, resembling a sea urchin magnified countless times. Each strand of darkness wriggled slightly, constantly extending and spreading, only to vanish into nothingness after reaching a certain distance.

This is the energy release from spatial isolation. Don't underestimate it; even a single strand of darkness possesses enough energy to penetrate both sides of space, completely piercing any matter it touches. In the face of absolute spatial power, even humanity's most formidable warships are as fragile as paper, with no chance of survival.

Such a sphere of space contains enough energy to destroy an entire planet a hundred times over. Yet, it hovers silently in this cave of unknown depth, not only without exploding but also confined within a limited environment, a testament to the wonders of creation.

But at this moment, the black sphere suddenly expanded, abruptly growing by more than thirty percent. In an instant, it filled most of the cave's space, even encompassing a portion of the cave walls. Visibly, all the cave walls touched by the black sphere instantly vanished, leaving edges as smooth as mirrors.

The next moment, the sphere contracted with a bang, disappearing without a trace. On the altar, a man wearing a hooded cloak appeared.

It was Shadow.

Shadow's appearance at this moment was extremely wretched. His left hand had completely disappeared, and even his body was blurred like mist, flickering and swaying from time to time. The hooded cloak draped over him seemed as if it could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

But even so, his body remained ramrod straight, his only right hand raised high, tightly gripping the throat of an old man.

That old man was none other than Istersu, the magic-armored warrior who had challenged him earlier, a nuclear-level critical powerhouse.

At this moment, Istersu no longer possessed his previous arrogance. He was like a worm, swaying with Shadow's arm, his aged face contorted with pain. His eyes were closed, and it was unknown whether he still had consciousness.

But one thing he should be grateful for was that he was still alive. Alive in Shadow's hands.

In today's universe, perhaps no one knows that Shadow is not a benevolent person. In fact, in the distant era of great chaos, kindness was another name for poison. Hundreds upon thousands of civilizations were exterminated because of kindness. And Shadow, as one of the five great dominators, was even more cruel. From the first time he embarked on the path of conquest, his hands were stained with the blood of his enemies. The road he walked was like a line of blood, filled with the vengeful souls of those who resisted.

Might makes right! This is both Crodir's motto and the most practical rule in the universe. (Little Knife really wants to know if the rabbit hits the Japanese, will it be regarded as a father. Might makes right, since the Japanese licked the eagle sauce's butt, licking the rabbit's soles is nothing, right?)

In the cave, Shadow's eyes flickered slightly, his whole person dreamlike and illusory. He quietly looked at Istersu in his hand, a sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth.

I'm very curious why Mellen would choose you as his successor. You are really… too disappointing…

Shadow slightly loosened his fingers, letting Istersu slide down from his palm, collapsing softly on the ground.

Mellen followed me for hundreds of years, learning most of my skills. More than once I thought about letting him leave. But I kept him because of his persistence. I know he did this to learn more skills from me and integrate them into his abilities. Mellen is very ambitious, he knows what he should do and what he shouldn't do. So during the time he followed me, he always maintained the most humble posture.

Because he knows that no matter how ambitious he is, he can never talk about independence until he has the strength to match his ambition.

But…

, saying this, Shadow glanced coldly at Istersu at his feet. A trace of disdain appeared in his eyes.

I don't see any of Mellen's shadow in you!

Although you have some of his skills, whether it's will or reason, you're like an ignorant child. I really can't imagine why Mellen would choose you as his successor. Especially… you actually dared to challenge me here, did you really think you could represent Mellen and surpass Mellen? Or do you think I'm just an avatar now, and you can challenge me at will?

Stupid ant.

, Shadow used this sentence as a conclusion. The disdain in his eyes was undisguised.

The endless bottle. This skill that I mastered at the age of thirty, you actually used to trap me, I really don't know whether to say you are ignorant and fearless, or Mellen deliberately didn't tell you, so that you would die in my hands. But in any case, in my eyes you are as ridiculous as a clown. Do you think I don't know that you did this to let others pass through my guard? But have you ever thought about it, since I let you pass, how could I not think of these?

Don't treat the enemy as a fool, because that in itself shows your stupidity.

Speaking of this, Shadow squatted down and put his finger on Istersu's chest. At this time, Istersu had woken up, his eyes full of horror.

Only the two of them knew how unequal the battle just now was. In front of Shadow, he was like a child who had just learned to walk, fragile and easily defeated. Only because Shadow's own energy was insufficient did he get a chance to fight back, but he couldn't change the final outcome.

Just as Shadow said, in front of him, Istersu could only be described as stupid. If he had known that Shadow's understanding of spatial rules had reached such a level, even if Istersu had more courage, he would not dare to challenge Shadow in space.

This is not a gap in strength, but stupidity.

But Shadow certainly didn't care about Istersu's feelings, he just wanted to find someone to talk to because of long-term loneliness. So the next moment, his finger sank into Istersu's chest, as if it had lost its substance.

Your companions, including others who try to challenge us, will receive the punishment they deserve in the journey ahead. But you, as the instigator, will die in my hands.

Shadow said softly, took out a chess piece from his arms, and put it in Istersu's hand.

You and I are ultimately chess pieces of fate, and no one wants to jump out of this cold chessboard.

Also, after you go down, don't forget to say hello to Mellen, who was killed by you.

Saying this, Shadow's finger sank, and when he took it out again, there was an extra crystal clear core.

Hmm!?

Istersu's eyes suddenly widened, wanting to know why Shadow knew the biggest secret in his heart, but he couldn't say a word no matter what. In a blink of an eye, his eyes quickly dimmed, and his whole person turned into a pile of cold sand.

Looking at the crystal clear core in his hand, a trace of tenderness flashed in Shadow's eyes.

Mellen. Is this the purpose of you letting him come to see me?

Saying this, he put the crystal core into his chest, and his whole person flashed with a stream of light, and his body, which seemed to be about to dissipate at any time, became more solid.

After doing all this, Shadow breathed a sigh of relief, a tired expression on his face.

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But before he could relax, suddenly the entire cave shook violently, as if a violent earthquake had occurred, everything was shaking, causing him to stagger involuntarily.

When he raised his head again, a look of surprise appeared on Shadow's face.

Who is it? How can they directly penetrate into the core of the ruins? This… what's going on?

No one knows Shadow's surprise. You must know that this relic has existed for the sake of the king from the day it was built. All of it is for the king, for the re-emergence of the entire civilization. For this reason, not only did it consume a lot of resources from the nearly exhausted Crodir at the beginning, but also in the most difficult years, the strongest five dominators of the civilization, including him, were drawn out.

What a cruel price this is. It is no exaggeration to say that if it weren't for this relic, the destruction of Crodir might have been delayed. But for the future of civilization, the last generation of kings still issued such a cruel order. And executed it as coldly as a machine.

That was a plan for the future. For this plan, the resources and manpower sacrificed by the entire civilization were countless.

As one of the five great dominators, Shadow knew the plan, and also knew how important this plan was to Crodir. It can be said that as long as this plan exists, even if Crodir loses the past, it will surely gain the future.

How could such a rigorous plan have such obvious loopholes? So when he sensed the meaning of this special vibration, Shadow's surprise was conceivable.

Someone can actually go deep into the core of the ruins? Doesn't this mean that the path to the king, which is the most important part of the plan, has a fatal loophole? This is really terrible, no matter what, Shadow can't sit idly by.

At the same time, he also clearly knew that among the current relics, the only person with the ability to stop all this was him.

Just because he is the only expert in space rules among the five great dominators. Except for him, even if the other dominators are stronger, they cannot react to such changes.

For a time, Shadow's mind was racing, but a firm look appeared on his face.

At this moment, he was already scarred all over, and the energy of his soul had dropped to the point where it could collapse at any time, but he still stretched out his hands without hesitation, extending, sensing, grasping, and recovering to the void.

The next moment, a twisted vortex appeared on the open space in front of him. Like a black hole, it devoured everything around it. This vortex appeared abruptly, but it disappeared quickly, disappearing without a trace in just a moment. What replaced it was a group of figures that Shadow had never seen before.

That was a group of tattered figures that could fall at any time, but standing in front of this group of figures was a person.

A gorgeous, almost impeccable woman.

Who are you?

Shadow asked, a trace of vigilance flashing in his eyes. (Welcome you to your support, is my biggest motivation.)