Colonial Suit

The blood mist swept across like a tide, and the mercenary team was instantly reduced by half.

Thirty-one mercenaries fell. Their armor was completely intact, but the flesh and blood inside had disappeared without a trace. No one knew how they died. It was as if they had been summoned by the King of Hell, and their lives had come to an end. Behind their corpses, the rolling blood mist became even thicker, and the bloody smell in the air was almost tangible.

“Ah… impossible to defend against!”

“He can penetrate our defenses!”

“Damn it, my attack is ineffective against him. He has no physical body!”

“There’s no projection in subspace. Is his body in anti-space!?”

“What is that!? What exactly is that??”

The mercenaries' exclamations echoed in my ears, but the old geezer didn't even frown, still silently staring at the other side. Through the dense blood color, he vaguely saw a figure condensing.

Unlike the previous blur, the figure in the blood mist was becoming clearer. The old geezer could even see his hair and nails, especially those blood-red eyes, which were like those of a demon from hell, full of violence and cruelty. Even he felt a palpitation.

With a wave of his right hand, the old geezer signaled his subordinates to retreat, then raised his head and snorted coldly. “Who are you?”

There was no answer. In the silent cave, there was only the whirring sound of the rolling blood mist, but that mysterious and ice-cold thought was slowly flowing.

“So sweet… so full of flesh and blood… I can feel it… life…”

“More… I want more…”

“Give me your flesh and blood… your soul…”

“Give it all to me!!”

Huh?

The old geezer's heart skipped a beat. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the blood mist boiling again, pressing down on him like a tsunami. In a flash of lightning, the old geezer could only wave his right hand, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

“The lust of the Seven Sins…”

The voice stopped abruptly, because the moment the blood mist swept past, the old geezer suddenly felt his arm lighten, and he lost all sensation in his right hand. By the time the blood mist appeared behind him, his right hand was only left with shriveled skin and bones. All the flesh and blood had disappeared in the instant the blood mist swept past.

“This… this is?” The old geezer looked at his withered right hand, hardly daring to believe his eyes.

Too fast… it was too fast… In just one exchange, his flesh and blood were taken away by the blood mist. What kind of existence is this? And what made the old geezer even more terrified was that he didn't even know how the other party did it. The whole process was like a nightmare!

But a Stellar-level was still a Stellar-level. Even in the face of such a strange situation, the old geezer did not panic. He just gritted his teeth and swung his left hand horizontally.

A flash of blade light passed, and his shriveled right hand flew away from his arm. Immediately afterward, the old geezer let out a muffled groan.

“The lust of the Seven Sins, the lust for power!”

“Get out of here!”

Silently, an invisible force suddenly descended, gathering fiercely around the ball of blood mist. The powerful force squeezed in the void, compressing the blood mist into a tiny ball as if it were a solid object. Due to the conflict of forces, the void where the blood mist was located was distorted, and everything became extremely strange. The next moment, there was a crisp sound, and the space where the blood mist was located shattered like a mirror, revealing the true existence behind it.

On the open space of the cave, a man surrounded by a blood-colored aura was standing quietly, his hair hanging low, completely obscuring his face, but there was a pair of blood-colored eyes.

“You… you are…” The old geezer's expression changed drastically, and his voice trembled.

Of course, he wouldn't be like ordinary people who couldn't see the other party clearly. But the clearer he saw, the more he felt an icy chill rising from the bottom of his heart.

Because this man, who seemed to be soaked in blood, was actually someone he knew!

King of Hell!

Dirk!

This violent man, every inch of whose body was exuding a blood-like aura, was actually the previous King of Hell, Dirk??

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, the old geezer would never have believed it.

Because the difference in temperament between the two was too great. Although King of Hell Dirk was powerful, he was by no means brutal. He was like a never-ending River of the Underworld, silently flowing through the vicissitudes of time and years. He was indifferent and proud, like a god in the darkness. He disdained to attack the weak, because in his opinion, even the death he bestowed should be worthy of those who were qualified to bear it. That was pride from the soul, the self-respect of a true powerhouse.

But this person was completely different. Although he was standing there quietly, every inch of his skin, every cell was emitting the screams of death, as if countless wronged souls were wrapped around him. The blood mist permeated around him, emitting a violent and bloodthirsty aura every minute and every second, as if he would pounce on him in the next moment and tear everyone to pieces.

Compared to King of Hell Dirk, who was like a god, he was more like a beast from the ancient hell. Every pore on his body was spewing out the taste of violence.

This… how is this possible??

The old geezer stared blankly at the other party, feeling his breathing become rapid. He opened his mouth and heard his own voice coming from beyond the nine heavens.

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“Are you… Dirk?”

The man opposite suddenly raised his head, and a violent red light shot out from his eyes. At that instant, the old geezer almost thought that the person in front of him was a demon.

“Dirk?” In the dark, a thought was flowing, violent and dangerous. “What a… stupid name.”

“You…” The old geezer was stunned, never expecting to get such an answer. But if he wasn't Dirk, why would he look exactly like Dirk?

Of course, the old geezer wouldn't know that in the distant past, the Crodir people were once a tragic race, because in addition to being slaves, they also had a special disease called bloodlust. This was a terrifying demon hidden deep in the genes of every Crodir. When they fought to a certain extent, it would manifest, turning them into mindless lunatics. The Crodir paid a great price for this, with tens of thousands of excellent warriors dying and the civilization stopping for nearly a century.

Although Leia eventually solved this problem, the actual method adopted was to temporarily seal the bloodthirsty nature, which did not mean that the bloodlust disappeared from the Crodir's body.

And in the history of the Crodir, only one person did not adopt this method. He was the King of Hell!

He took another way to completely eliminate the danger of bloodlust. However, the method he adopted was not replicable, because it required a special condition. That was schizophrenia.

That is… a second personality.

The normal King of Hell is proud and elegant, because he is rational and perfect.

But when he can't suppress his second personality, another face appears.

To be precise, he is no longer the King of Hell at this time, but another terrifying existence. If you have to use language to express it, you can call him… Death.

Bang!!

A muffled sound suddenly rang out in the cave, and then the old geezer found that Dirk had disappeared. Immediately afterward, a powerful hand grabbed his face and pressed his head hard into the ground.

There was a loud bang, and a huge crater immediately appeared in the cave. Dirk's blood-red eyes glowed in the smoke and dust. His mouth let out a beast-like growl.

“Flesh… soul…”

“Give it to me!!” (To be continued.)