Colonial Suit

Broken crystals were scattered all over the ground. All the mech-warriors had been killed. Blue flames, like will-o'-the-wisps, burned in their white remains.

Salek silently picked up a piece of wreckage and rummaged through it. He pulled out an extremely delicate hexagonal crystal column. In the transparent crystal column, blue energy swirled like a helix, indescribably dreamlike and beautiful.

"Energy core," a Sage next to him took it and looked at it, then casually put it into his pocket. "Very pure energy, which can be used to cultivate the primal body of our lord."

As he spoke, he pointed to the wreckage all over the ground and said to the mutants behind him, "Collect them all, this is very important."

"Yes," the mutants immediately busied themselves.

But before them, Lier didn't even look at them. She just silently stared at the tumorous auxiliary brain above her head.

In her mind, she could clearly feel the waves of thought emanating from the auxiliary brain. Some were familiar, some were strange. Lier knew that while she was observing these auxiliary brains, these auxiliary brains were also 'watching' her.

No, not just the auxiliary brains. A certain existence deep within this ruin was also observing her through these auxiliary brains. Even without trying to feel it, Lier could sense 'its' curious gaze. And, a trace of eagerness and urgency.

"It's almost time," Lier raised her head and lightly parted her red lips. "Give me a little more time."

The auxiliary brain cluster wriggled a few times, emitting waves of mysterious fluctuations. Lier concentrated and felt it for a while, then said again. "You're saying time is running out? Is it because of my conflict with that guardian? I'm sorry, but I didn't want to fight him, but at that time no one had a choice. But since it has already happened, I think your best choice is to speed up my progress. Only in this way can I catch up with these invaders."

The auxiliary brain fell silent and no longer emitted fluctuations.

Lier was not surprised either. After her subordinates finished their work, she said softly.

"Any gains?"

"Four energy cores," a Sage replied, then handed a beautiful golden ring to Lier. "And this."

"What is this?"

"Mech core," the Sage looked at Lier's face and said cautiously. "With this, you can summon a mech."

"What an unexpected gain," Lier smiled slightly and put away the ring.

The next moment, she led the group towards the wall on the other side. Strangely enough, the wall, which was clearly empty, immediately wriggled as she approached, revealing a huge opening. After Lier and the others entered, it immediately closed again.

In the cave, only a group of tumorous auxiliary brains and a pile of broken crystals were left.

........................Meanwhile, in a passage on the upper level of the ruins, several mech-warriors wearing golden armor stopped. Mysterious runes floated on their white mechs, which looked much more noble than ordinary mech-warriors. Especially one old mech-warrior, who had a crystallized energy beard, full of vicissitudes and ancient aura.

The light in his eyes dimmed for a while, then brightened again. "The connection is lost. Those children did not complete their mission."

"Lord Kilke, is it because of the interference of the dual-elemental energy rules?" a mech-warrior asked.

"No," the mech elder, Kilke, shook his head. The light in his eyes flickered. "Our white children worked very hard. But their white efforts could not stop the invasion of the Grim Reaper. I felt the disappearance of their white aura."

"Who killed them?"

"I don't know," Kilke shook his head. After a while, he sighed. "This exploration, we have paid too great a price. No matter what we get, it cannot compensate for our white losses. I have to say, this is a failure."

"Lord, please do not express dissatisfaction with the orders from above. Otherwise..."

"I'm so old, am I still afraid of them?" Kilke glanced at the mech-warrior who woke him up. He said indifferently. "From the moment I accepted this mission, I felt that my life might end here. The ancient Krodel civilization is indeed worthy of being our white nemesis. Even after so many years, it still makes people feel awe."

"Lord..."

"Alright," Kilke waved his hand. "I know what I'm saying. This is not expressing doubt about the High Priest. It's just that I feel it's not worth it."

Speaking of this, Kilke was silent for a while, then continued. "I have carefully considered it, maybe our white decision was wrong. Although we took the first step, we inadvertently used the universe mercenaries as vanguards. This is not in line with our white interests. The lives of our brave children should not be sacrificed on this worthless road. Natrik, tell me the location of the vanguard."

A mech-warrior raised his hand and looked at the light screen on his wrist, then replied. "They have arrived at the Fourth Altar. They are fighting with the guardian... Intelligence synchronization begins... Information acceptance... Wait... Wait!!"

Natrik's voice suddenly rose, full of surprise. "The information is cut off, our... our white vanguard..."

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Kilke closed his eyes in pain. After a long time, he sighed. "No need to look, I can feel that their white lives have also stopped. It seems that they have encountered a terrible enemy."

"But Lord..." Natrik wanted to argue, but saw Kilke wave his hand at him.

"My child, I understand your excitement. But I hope you know that the opponents we are facing now are not ordinary people, but a terrifying civilization that roamed the universe before the Great Chaos. Their white power is so great that it doesn't need to be described in words. So much so that even the country before must be crowned with the title of 'combat'. Maybe we are very powerful, but compared to them, there is still a huge gap."

Speaking of this, Kilke raised his head, the light in his eyes flickering.

"This is all fate playing tricks... Who would have thought that an initial chase would have caused our white three most powerful warriors to disappear into that icy abyss. So much so that we have not recovered to this day."

"Lord..." Natrik lowered his head. He stopped talking.

In terms of qualifications, Kilke is definitely the oldest member of the civilization. Of course, he also inherited more knowledge. There will not be too many records of the stories before the Great Chaos left in the entire civilization. Only old antiques like him know a little more or less.

The atmosphere became extremely oppressive for a while, and after a long time, Kilke came back to his senses and said to the crowd.

"The plan has changed. From now on, we must abandon the previous combat plan and no longer strive for the first batch. Since humans like to compete so much, let them go ahead..."

"What we need is the result, not the process."