Colonial Suit

Blood-Pupil raised a hand to the sky, then gently waved it downwards.

The action seemed devoid of power, like a child playing. But as his finger descended, a deafening boom echoed as an invisible force slammed into the ground ten thousand meters ahead, like an unseen Thor's hammer shattering the earth. Several thousand square meters of ground simultaneously collapsed, the sand and dust within erupting into a geyser hundreds of meters high. The earth trembled violently, creating wave-like undulations.

The two thousand-man teams charging towards him clearly hadn't anticipated such a drastic change, and they were instantly startled, halting their advance. However, the first few hundred men couldn't stop in time and tumbled into the pit, their bodies and weapons crushed into mud.

The soaring dust was stained red. It rained down, dyeing the armor of the remaining soldiers crimson. They stood there dumbfounded, staring at the catastrophic scene, utterly speechless.

Watching their horrified expressions, Blood-Pupil merely smiled slightly.

How could these primitive civilizations comprehend the power of a cosmic warrior? This simple strike was merely an extension of his force field, akin to a direct hit from him. However, due to his physical size, even his strongest direct strike could only create a small hole through a planet, whereas the force field caused widespread destruction. If he wished, he could even extend the force field further, destroying half a planet with a single blow.

At his level, his terrifying combat power was beyond the comprehension of outsiders. Destroying planets was truly no longer an issue.

For a time, sand and dust filled the sky, as if dyeing the horizon yellow. The warriors of the two thousand-man teams exchanged glances, a deathly silence prevailing. After a moment, they seemed to awaken from a dream, emitting terrified screams and discarding their armor as they fled. Their disheveled state made it seem as if terrifying demons were chasing them.

However, their rout didn't affect the main battle raging below. The reaction to this seemingly cataclysmic event was somewhat unexpected to Blood-Pupil.

They didn't cower in fear, but instead deployed numerous siege weapons, launching thousands of giant crossbow bolts from one formation and numerous large rocks from the other.

The crossbow bolts were as thick as a child's arm, clearly formidable weapons on the battlefield. The boulders were two meters in diameter, and their impact was quite impressive.

But how could these things catch Blood-Pupil's eye? He immediately snorted coldly, extending an invisible force that shattered the crossbow bolts and boulders in mid-air! Then, he slightly raised his right hand, gently making a horizontal slicing motion with one finger.

This slice was no joke. Although Blood-Pupil didn't like to casually kill, he would not tolerate those who provoked him time and again. Just like on X35, even if there were countless laws and regulations in the world, the only one that truly prevailed was:

Survival of the fittest!

In an instant, a crescent-shaped invisible force field shot across the ground, expanding to a radius of several kilometers in an instant, encompassing both sides engaged in battle. The crescent sliced through sand dunes and cleaved through fortresses, as if an incredibly sharp scythe had swept across. When the force field dissipated, the entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence. All fighting ceased, the warriors standing motionless like wooden or clay statues. But after a moment, a clearly visible bloodstain appeared around their waists, and the upper halves of their bodies toppled down.

Blood-Pupil's slice had instantly bisected nearly ten thousand warriors from both sides!

Blood erupted, instantly forming small rivers. The air filled with a pungent, acrid smell. The bisected warriors were unable to die immediately, emitting agonizing screams. The entire battlefield seemed to have become a sea of blood. A terrifying aura enveloped everything, making it impossible to maintain the integrity of the battle formations.

At this point, both sides knew they had encountered an unimaginable being? They immediately ceased fighting and began to retreat. However, as they retreated, two chariots raced out from the battle formations of each side, quickly arriving before Blood-Pupil.

A burly, bear-like man stepped down from one chariot, while a fair-skinned young man stepped down from the other.

The two exchanged glances, each seeing the hostility in the other's eyes. But compared to the young man's hesitation, the burly man was extremely decisive, immediately kneeling at Blood-Pupil's feet, raising his hands high, and uttering a series of strange syllables.

His face was fanatical, as if he had encountered a deity. He uttered a series of ancient and mysterious prayers. The veins on his body pulsed incessantly, and finally, he suddenly drew a long knife and severed his own left arm with a single stroke!

As blood spurted, he picked up his severed arm and held it aloft, offering it to Blood-Pupil…

Blood-Pupil, of course, didn't understand his words, but at his level, the power of his thoughts was godlike. As long as someone expressed their meaning to him, he could understand it.

He knew that the strong man regarded him as a god of his race… and was desperately repenting. He explained that the previous actions were merely a misunderstanding, and he was willing to offer ten thousand young virgins and ten thousand boys under the age of ten as blood sacrifices to the true god for the tribe's disobedience, begging for the true god's forgiveness. Finally, the strong man stated that he was the commander of this war, and because of his previous mistake, he would first punish himself with the amputation of his arm, and after arranging matters, he would come before the god again to repent and offer his head.

Without a doubt, the strong man's actions were simply insane, and full of blatant barbarism and bloodshed.

But Blood-Pupil didn't care, he just turned his gaze to the young man on the other side.

He had seen many primitive civilizations, so how could he care about their barbarism? He wanted to see what the other side had to say.

In fact, the young man was also surprised. Although this planet was in the early stages of civilization, there were actually many tribes and countries, large and small. He and the strong man belonged to the two largest countries, and both had ambitions to annex the continent. He had seen Blood-Pupil's previous performance, and of course he wanted to test him, but he never expected that the strong man from the other largest country would make such a terrifying sacrifice upon meeting him.

Even for a large country, the strong man's sacrifice was too appalling… Ten thousand virgins and boys, all used as blood sacrifices. It was simply an act of boundless cruelty. It further highlighted the strong man's fanaticism and determination.

Compared to that, the gift he had prepared earlier was insignificant.

But at this point, he didn't dare to hesitate. He could only frown and step forward, also uttering a series of strange syllables. His voice was very pleasant, and when he spoke, there was a lingering echo, like music, making those who heard it feel refreshed.

And his gift was simple, only one person.

It was the princess of his kingdom.

ps: Got off work and came back, this is the first update today.