Colonial Suit

The tunnel spiraled downwards, seemingly without end.

On the tunnel walls, strong tendons pulsed powerfully, contracting and expanding, with ample blood vessels providing protection beneath.

Bloodshot eyes had no doubt of their resilience, even if they were vulnerable before him.

In fact, there were few materials in this universe that could withstand the power of a cosmic warrior, especially a planetary-level warrior, and these tendons had already done enough.

At the very least, even if they were destroyed, they could still dissipate most of the invading force, allowing the deeper biological tissues to function normally.

Someone once said that in the entire universe, only living things were the most precise and magnificent creations.

Anything a machine could achieve, a living organism could achieve, and do it even better.

An ant could lift objects a hundred times its own weight, and a jellyfish could live in high-pressure environments that would bend alloys.

A mosquito could flap its wings 600 to 1000 times per second continuously, and all sorts of examples proved that living things were God's greatest creations.

Bloodshot eyes deeply agreed.

Because right in front of him, a great civilization that had once developed biotechnology to its extreme was showing him its powerful side.

Since leaving the fifth altar, he had gone down no less than hundreds of kilometers, and still hadn't seen the end of the tunnel.

Although the tunnel was winding and twisting, Bloodshot eyes estimated that he was getting closer and closer to the Earth's core.

Scorching heat was being ejected from the pores in the surrounding walls, making everyone who passed by feel like they were falling into magma.

The temperature had reached over a thousand degrees.

In such an environment, ordinary living things would die, but the biological tissues of the ruins were still operating resiliently, highlighting their powerful vitality.

Bluish-purple gas was occasionally ejected by them, causing the entire tunnel to be filled with mist.

"We need to speed up," Robbie suddenly said softly behind Bloodshot eyes, while looking at the indicator on his armor. "My energy is running low."

"Mine too," Little Bo Xi said crisply, while pointing to his backpack. "Energy blocks and potions are also not enough. The environment here is too harsh, and the armor is consuming too much energy."

Bloodshot eyes nodded, understanding his companions' predicament.

The reason he was able to persevere was because he was not using armor, but a bio-suit.

Only this kind of surreal armament that directly communicated with his own bio-energy pool could give him an endless source of protection, without needing to materialize the armament.

He could stand here as usual, experiencing the high temperature of a thousand degrees with his skin, inhaling the poisonous air into his lungs without worrying about being harmed, because the bio-suit would take care of everything for him.

In a sense, he was both 'naked' and fully armed.

"Then let's speed up. I feel it, it's close," Bloodshot eyes said softly, his eyes gradually becoming blurred. "Very close, very close."

"It's calling to me."

With that, he took the lead and quickened his pace.

The team continued to delve deeper. This went on for more than ten hours.

When the armor needed to replace the energy block again, a transparent membrane appeared in front of them.

Through this membrane, Bloodshot eyes could see that behind it was a churning, bloody liquid.

A scorching, yet vibrant liquid, somewhat like magma, somewhat like nutrient solution, but more like... a sea of blood.

Bloodshot eyes paused, allowing all his companions to rest and adjust their equipment, replace energy blocks, and maintain the armor system.

His expression was a little strange, with a strong expectation, yet also a hint of hesitation, which was too rare on him, who was known for his resilience.

But what was even stranger was that the entire team, whether it was Robbie, the Gemini siblings, or Wright in the back, no one made a sound.

Everyone actually understood that this came from a special emotion.

A feeling of trepidation before returning home.

The ruins were certainly not Bloodshot eyes' 'home', but under this land, was buried Bloodshot eyes' origin, buried the expectations of a civilization, billions of creatures, for Bloodshot eyes.

This pressure was enormous, so much so that even Bloodshot eyes couldn't help but reveal a hint of hesitation and reluctance.

However, what must be faced must be faced after all.

So after resting for a while, Bloodshot eyes was about to lead everyone into the space behind the membrane.

But just as he was about to take a step, Robbie stopped him.

"I think..." Robbie blinked. "Maybe we can wait for you here."

"............" Bloodshot eyes was silent, and after a while, he smiled, patting Robbie on the shoulder. "No need."

He said this, nodding forcefully. "No need!"

"Perhaps we were once strangers, but when we walk together, we are companions."

"I don't need to hide anything from you, because we are standing together."

After saying that, he turned around and walked into the membrane, never looking back.

Robbie touched his sore palm and chuckled dumbly.

"Let's go, it seems our captain is ready to face everything, and the only thing we need to do is keep up with his pace."

"Keep up, don't get lost."

Robbie said meaningfully, and also walked into the membrane, followed closely by the Gemini siblings and other team members behind him.

Yes, don't get lost, not just in action, but also in strength.

Following such an improving captain is also a kind of pressure...

......................

Behind the membrane was a vast and endless bloody liquid.

As soon as they entered, Robbie and the others felt a trance, only to feel that everything became unreal.

Their bodies lost control in the first moment.

Everything seemed to drift away from them.

That hazy feeling was like being drunk, but with an added inexplicable warmth.

The armor system quietly stopped working, and wisps of bloody energy penetrated the armor and directly entered their bodies.

That energy was so warm, so gentle, like a mother's hand, gently soothing their muscles and promoting circulation.

Unconsciously, Robbie and the others felt a sense of sleepiness and fell into a daze.

When they woke up again, they found themselves in front of a vast underground cave.

The cave was thousands of meters high, and the width was boundless, so much so that they couldn't see the end at a glance.

In the very center of the cave, stood an incomparably magnificent altar.

Both sides of the altar were resplendent and glittering, with countless strange carvings floating on it.

But these were not the most peculiar things.

The most peculiar thing was that in the center of this altar, there was a blood-red avenue, lined with neat rows of figures!

Who were they?

Robbie's heart jumped, and he grabbed his Light and Darkness Confessor.

But before he could react, he saw a broad back blocking him.

Then he heard Bloodshot eyes' voice in his ear.

"We're here."

He said softly, his tone indescribably strange and solemn.

"It's waiting for me. Come with me."

With that, Bloodshot eyes walked towards the altar first, step by step...

As firm as ever.