Colonial Suit

In the vast passage, three cosmic warriors advanced cautiously, ever vigilant.

They were clad in heavy armor, their faces concealed behind visors, with only the emblems on their shoulders indicating their affiliation with three different squads. Two of the emblems bore a strong mercenary style, while the other was the skull and crossbones favored by space pirates.

Clearly, these were three human warriors from different squads, but here, they were united, advancing deeper into the ruins.

"Hunter, can't you establish a communication channel yet?" the space pirate asked, cautiously watching their rear.

They were all unlucky souls transported to the depths of the ruins by spatial rifts, and a chance encounter had brought them together, forming this temporary team. The mercenary named Hunter was particularly important, as he was the only one in the team equipped with high-mobility reconnaissance armor. In this environment of severe interference, only reconnaissance armor had a chance of contacting the outside world.

But unfortunately, twenty-seven hours had passed since they began their joint advance, and they still hadn't achieved their goal.

The armor's intelligence system of the mercenary Hunter only transmitted a constant stream of garbled static.

"I need a little more time," Hunter replied, beads of sweat visible on his forehead beneath the visor. "I just rebuilt the energy circuit again, allocating 60% of the armor's energy to the communication module. It's already had some effect. A little later, maybe I can contact the others."

"Damn it, that's the third time you've said that. From the initial 10%, 30%, to the later 40%, 50%, it's never worked out. Why don't you just channel the energy to the limit? It's only 60%. Do you really think that's enough to penetrate the interference layer?" The space pirate's tone was very dissatisfied, and rightfully so. From the moment they were scattered and teleported, every minute was a risk to their lives, stranded deep within these bizarre and unpredictable ruins, and without a strong leader, comet-level warriors like them were nothing but cannon fodder.

"I can't transfer all the energy to the communication module, because I also need protection," Hunter replied expressionlessly, his forehead glistening with even more cold sweat.

In these short twenty-seven hours, they had experienced many battles, not only killing many Purifiers, but also clashing with some magically armored warriors who shared their fate. The danger was enough to make his blood run cold just thinking about it.

Neither the space pirate nor the mercenary wanted to stay a minute longer.

The space pirate understood Hunter's difficulties, so after venting his frustration, he immediately said, "I'll give you another half an hour. In the meantime, I suggest we stop advancing and find a place to stand guard. Continuing to venture further without establishing contact is pointless. We might as well conserve our strength. I believe the Old Man will find us when he breaks through the ruins' defenses."

"Alright," the other mercenary, who had remained silent, replied. He was the strongest warrior in the team and temporarily served as their leader.

"But we need to find a suitable place to settle down first. Let's wait until the next cave."

With that, the three quickened their pace.

The passage beneath their feet sloped downwards more and more steeply, and the surrounding pressure increased. Unknowingly, the ambient temperature had reached an extremely dangerous level. The armor's filtration module issued repeated warnings about the toxic impurities in the air.

But no one could stop now. After another half hour, they passed through another corner. Then, everyone froze.

"What's going on!?" the space pirate shouted in disbelief. "What, there's no road? Is this passage sealed off? Damn it, where are we!? What have we been advancing towards!?"

"Damn it," the mercenary captain also gritted his teeth, his mouth filled with bitterness.

Yes, there was no road ahead. Only a thick wall. The captain didn't know what was behind the wall, but he knew that in their current state, it was impossible to break through it.

Their journey had come to an end.

"We're going back!" Faced with such a hopeless situation, the space pirate finally lost control of his emotions. "We'll go back the way we came! We can definitely find a way home!"

"We can't go back," the captain said, painfully closing his eyes. "Haven't you noticed? Every time we advance a short distance, the passage behind us changes."

"This is a living ruin. It's moving every second. We're like bacteria in its veins. It can't hurt us, but it can restrict us."

Saying this, the captain took a deep breath and looked back. "Let's stand guard here. Hunter, activate the armor's transformation module and focus all your efforts on communication. We'll take care of the defense. We must... we must transmit the situation here before we die. If I'm not mistaken, this should be very close to the ruins' core. The Old Man needs our information."

"What about us!?" the space pirate screamed. "What do we do?"

"We..." the captain looked at him deeply and said in a deep voice, "Fulfill our duty!"

"You!?" The space pirate's eyes were bloodshot, and he was about to retort when suddenly, a large hand condensed from steel emerged from the wall behind him, grabbing his neck. The heavy armor became extremely fragile under this large hand, and the captain could even see the armor deforming.

With a snap, the space pirate's neck was broken, and his body slumped down limply.

The light in his eyes had dimmed, and life was leaving him.

"Bastard!" The captain reacted extremely quickly, launching a counterattack almost the instant the space pirate was attacked. A large axe slammed down towards the steel hand. But a shocking thing happened. His energy axe was blocked by an invisible force field after only swinging half a meter. Then, crimson flames ignited beneath his feet.

In the flames, the captain felt his armor melt like butter, and his body quickly lost consciousness.

In the last moment of his life, he struggled to turn his head and saw an incomparably beautiful figure.

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It was a woman with a curvaceous and fiery figure, every inch exuding a fire-like charm. A head of fiery red hair fluttered behind her. At the end of her hair was endless flame.

The woman didn't look at him, but simply placed a fair hand on the newly transformed communication device and said softly to the stunned Hunter.

"I'm sorry, I admire your courage, but I can't fulfill your wishes."

The next moment, scorching flames spread from her hand, turning the captain and Hunter into ashes.

The wall next to them wriggled, and a burly figure like a giant walked out, kneeling on one knee at the woman's feet.

"My Lord, are we almost there?"

Lier didn't turn her head, and after a while, she nodded lightly. Then she said coldly, "Sarek, you take the others and stay here. Don't take another step forward. I will walk the path below myself."

"But my Lord!" Sarek immediately became anxious. "You need guards, I..."

"Pa." A slap interrupted Sarek's words. Then Lier's cold gaze fell upon him.

"No buts."

"..." Sarek was silent, and after a while, he knelt down again and said in a low voice, "As you wish."

"Very good," Lier nodded. Then she turned and walked towards the depths of the passage.

There, was a thick wall.