Colonial Suit

The 'sky' went dark in an instant. (First Release) [No Popup Novel.baoliny.] All light, smell, sound, and distance vanished at that moment. Dense darkness swallowed everything. In the darkness, an arc of black light silently appeared, cutting through space, ignoring distance, and directly slashing towards everyone.

No one could withstand this scythe. Even the Old Man felt a pain in his chest, all his strength draining away from a small opening.

His body weakened, and he knelt on one knee.

When he looked up again, he found himself in an unfamiliar place.

This was a boundless plain with strange, jagged rocks. Dark clouds filled the sky, and yin winds howled. It was filled with chaotic surges of negative energy. The air was thick with a cold and rancid smell. Not far from him, a black river of astonishing width flowed silently. Even with the Old Man's eyesight, he couldn't see the opposite bank.

"The River Styx!"

The Old Man's pupils constricted violently, and he struggled to stand up. When he looked around again, he saw that not far from him, the figure of Kilke had also just appeared. On his ancient and noble magic armor, there was also a shocking wound. Inside, one could even see the fractured surfaces of energy pathways.

Around them, several warriors lay scattered on the ground, some were magic armor warriors, and some were mercenaries or star pirates. Without exception, they were all seriously injured. They had lost seventy percent of their lives.

But this was already good enough.

The Old Man breathed a sigh of relief. At least these people were still alive. As for the other warriors who didn't appear here, the Old Man had already imagined their fate.

Death.

Those who couldn't withstand the strike of the Underworld King were not qualified to set foot on this dark land. Because, as he said, this was a spatial dimension that was famous throughout the universe even before the Great Chaos.

The land of death, filled with love and warmth. Or rather...

The Underworld.

The place where the Underworld King collected the spirits of the defeated.

It was said that these spirits were preserved here by the Underworld King in a special way, becoming a part of his power. And his doing this was not out of disrespect for the dead, but rather, it was a form of respect for his enemies. Being collected by the Underworld King after death had become a symbol of the strong in the universe at that time.

Few people knew that the Underworld King Dirk was actually proficient in speed, strength, space, and mystery, four types of abilities. This Underworld was a representative work of his mastery of space and mystery. (Note: In fact, speed and strength both belong to the amplification type, but the Underworld King's two attributes are too extreme, so they have become a separate type.)

However, this was not a good thing for the Old Man.

Because there was no life in the Underworld. Once the Underworld King opened the Underworld, it meant that he had made a firm determination to kill. And in the Underworld, it was precisely the environment in which he could exert his greatest strength.

'Crack...' A slight cracking sound came from under the Old Man's feet. He was slightly startled, bent down and picked up a strange skull.

This was a non-human skull, shaped like a jujube pit, but magnified many times. The surface of the skull was covered with prism-shaped protrusions. Energy pathways and dried nerve fibers remained in the two eye sockets. On one side of the skull, a line of complex and mysterious text was engraved.

"Gis Rielton. Controller of lightning, King of the Sky. I come from the sky, the sky is my kingdom. When thunder and wind sound, my enemies... please become my glory." The Old Man softly read the line of text, then sighed. "He was the strongest of the Rielton tribe, said to be at the peak of nuclear energy, which would be a star level if converted to our current levels. According to unofficial history, he once developed the Rielton tribe into a vast group covering seventeen star regions. The level of civilization could even enter today's Third World."

"But now... he has become a collectible of the Underworld King."

The Old Man loosened his fingers, letting the skull roll to the ground. Only then did he turn his head and look at Kilke next to him.

"How is it on your side?"

"I'm fine," Kilke replied in a hoarse voice, also bending down to pick up something. However, what he picked up was not a skull, but an ancient crystal core covered with mysterious patterns.

The crystal core no longer had any energy, and was as dull as a stone. But Kilke still carefully held it, as if holding a rare treasure of the universe.

"Yarji, our former Chief Inquisitor. Peak nuclear energy level. Once left the group on a mission, but never returned. No information recorded his whereabouts. I once thought he was sleeping somewhere in the universe, but I never thought he died here."

Kilke silently looked at the crystal core in his hand. After a long time, he let out a muffled groan. His five fingers suddenly clenched, actually crushing the crystal core into powder.

"Died without dignity!"

"You're wrong," the Old Man quietly looked at him. "Only those who stay here are truly dignified powerhouses. And those without dignity are not qualified to set foot on this land."

"Because this is the Underworld. The Holy Spirit Hall of the strong in the universe."

"Just a bunch of dead people. And only energy fragments are left," Kilke shook his head dismissively. He also knew the secrets of the Underworld, so he was not surprised by the Old Man's words.

Then he was silent for a while, looked back at the magic armor warriors behind him, and asked in a deep voice. "Can you still fight?"

"Only... only thirty percent... of energy," a magic armor warrior replied. Under the broken helmet was crystalized skin full of cracks.

Kilke coldly glanced at him. "Then, for my lord, offer it up."

"We... are honored," the magic armor warrior struggled to answer, then plunged to the ground.

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In the next moment, his body shattered, and a pure energy floated out. Kilke waved his hand and absorbed the energy into his body. Then he turned his gaze to the other magic armor warriors...

The air was filled with the aura of death. Soon, all the magic armor warriors disappeared, and Kilke's body became brighter.

Only then did he look at the sky and suddenly shouted.

"How long do you want to hide? Underworld King, did you bring us here just to trap us?"

"I respect you as a former powerhouse in the universe, but it doesn't mean I will accept your deception. This kind of place, this kind of chaotic rule power. You are also approaching the end, right? Would you rather die under meaningless forbearance than face the glory of battle?"

"Bah!" Kilke spat, expressing infinite contempt.

But just as his voice fell, a black light quietly and silently appeared behind him, ruthlessly slashing towards his neck.

The black light was extremely fast, so fast that even the Old Man's thoughts couldn't keep up. But no one expected that just as the black light was about to hit Kilke, a hand accurately hit the black light, shattering it with a single grip.

Only a heavy, thunderous muffled sound was heard, and Dirk's figure flashed out of the void, staggering backward.

His complexion was as pale as paper.

And opposite him, Kilke was slowly retracting his broken palm, saying expressionlessly.

"Not every time can be successful. Great Underworld King."

"Your era is over..."

As he spoke, every rune on his body began to glow, becoming as bright as the sun in just an instant. He also turned into a completely luminous humanoid.

The light exploded, turning into countless streams of light that filled the sky.

The dark Underworld, after ten thousand years, finally welcomed the first ray of dawn...