Colonial Suit

The yellow sand churned, and a rolling black torrent retreated across the sky and earth. Wherever it passed, flags fluttered, and a fierce aura soared to the heavens. Countless armored giants, weapons in hand, advanced in neat battle formations. Although the war had ended in a draw, these giants showed no sign of dejection. Instead, they were so excited they seemed ready to shout.

The reason was simple: Lord Hugo had invited a god.

Those who had not personally witnessed this civilization could never understand their fanaticism towards deities. This was normal, as in the long history of civilization, the more primitive and savage civilizations were, the more they worshiped gods and demons. This wasn't necessarily a devout faith, but rather a straightforward veneration of power.

Haven't you seen the ancients worship stones, trees, clouds, air, and everything else imaginable? When it didn't rain, they worshiped; when it rained too much, they still worshiped. If I, Little Knife, were a god, I'd slap them all to death. Worshipping day in and day out, even if you're not annoyed, I'd be annoyed…

Blood瞳's origins were mysterious, but the feat he displayed before the battle formation shocked everyone. With a single finger, he could bisect ten thousand men at the waist. His power was far greater than the ethereal totems. It was true power displayed before everyone's eyes, perfectly matching their primal desires.

Thus, on the way back, the atmosphere within the battle formation was even more fervent.

Of course, this only applied to the battle soldiers. For the slave soldiers, it was a different story.

The nation of Trismos was known for its ferocity and barbarism, implementing a strict class system with rampant slavery. Battle soldiers, though fighting in life-and-death situations daily, were the undisputed noble class. Returning home, they were surrounded by wives, concubines, and servants. Any gains on the battlefield were even more significant. Trismos's military merits were so substantial that an ordinary person could instantly become a millionaire. When they died in battle, their property wouldn't be confiscated but inherited by their descendants, who would continue to serve the empire as battle soldiers.

Slave soldiers were the opposite, composed of war losers and slaves plundered into the empire. They owned no property, and their bodies belonged to the empire. Not only did they fight alongside the battle soldiers daily, but they also had no inheritance upon death, making their lives extremely cruel. Their only escape was to fight desperately on the battlefield, where they could immediately turn their lives around if they earned military merits.

But all of this required war. Blood瞳's appearance had interrupted this war, which was too cruel for them. Missing this war, they didn't know how many months they would have to wait for the next one. Although the empire waged frequent wars, the death rate of slaves was terrifyingly high. It was unknown how many would survive until then.

Thinking of the cruelty of slave life, the slave soldiers' formation was filled with mournful cries and a deathly silence.

Of course, none of this would reach Blood瞳's ears. As the greatest gain from this war, Hugo practically revered him. He provided the best carriages for Blood瞳 and personally attended to him, wishing he could kneel down and lick Blood瞳's boots at any moment.

His fanaticism even surpassed that of Crodir's war servants.

Blood瞳 wasn't polite and accepted it all. All the way back to the imperial capital, he enjoyed a life of luxury where he didn't have to lift a finger. Uh… as for Meiding's hot baths, those had been arranged long ago. Milk… Trismos didn't produce that, but there were always alternatives to milk, something fragrant, milky white, that Meiding couldn't recognize…

Half a month later, the army finally returned to the capital. Blood瞳 also met the ruler of this country.

He was a giant extremely similar to Hugo. Not only did he possess muscles as hard as iron, but he also didn't wear the king's robes, instead donning heavy armor. His every movement made him seem like an ancient steel giant.

He had already received the information from Hugo. So before Blood瞳 returned to the capital, he led his subordinates to greet him a hundred miles away. His nervous and respectful attitude was identical to Hugo's.

Blood瞳 was a little strange…

Even though he had displayed great power, it wasn't too exaggerated. It was far from the miracles of moving mountains and overturning seas. This giant was the monarch of a country, obviously in a high position with extensive knowledge. Even if he wanted to recruit him, there was no need to act so humble, right? And judging by his appearance, he was extremely devout, probably willing to abdicate immediately if asked.

This was too different from his ambition to conquer the continent.

Blood瞳 frowned, but since the other party was so devout, he naturally accepted it and followed him back to the capital.

The king's name was Xiu Ji, an ancient name. It was said to have existed before the kingdom was even born, belonging to the totem name of a distant tribe. This country was also conquered by him and his younger brother, Hugo. In just a few decades, they had occupied vast territories, swallowing up thousands of small civilizations and tribes.

Walking through the capital, one could see the wildness of the country everywhere. The residents of the streets and alleys all carried swords, women considered strength beautiful, and men took pride in bloodlust. A disagreement could lead to drawing swords, and the rulers didn't interfere. In Xiu Ji's words, this was the driving force of the country! Only with a martial spirit could the country ignore all difficulties and never retreat.

Blood瞳 agreed with his words, because the Crodir he had inherited was such a civilization. Fearless, advancing forward. Any conspiracy would dissipate before absolute power.

The fact that Trismos could develop to its current state in just a few decades was definitely related to its martial spirit.

Of course, such a country wasn't easy to control. The more martial its people were, the more unruly they were. The fact that Xiu Ji could sit firmly on the throne amidst the covetous eyes of countless strong individuals showed how powerful he was.

To welcome Blood瞳, King Xiu Ji held a grand banquet in the palace and then led Blood瞳 to his residence.

It was the best room in the palace, his original residence.

As soon as he entered, Blood瞳's eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but let out a soft exclamation.

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It turned out that a mysterious aura was roaming in the room. It was far from as simple as it appeared on the surface. The room was exceptionally luxurious, adorned with various treasures, and a huge crystal chandelier on the dome emitted endless light, illuminating everything clearly. But all the luxury was nothing in Blood瞳's eyes. What immediately attracted his attention was a mural on the front of the room.

An ancient mural that was a hundred meters long.

The mysterious aura was emanating from it.

"This is the ancient inheritance of our clan," King Xiu Ji's voice came from behind Blood瞳. He knelt on one knee at Blood瞳's feet and said fanatically.

"Our clan has been destroyed and rebuilt, but even now, I still cannot see the future of our clan. I only know that in the distant past, a great wizard left a prophecy. Today, a god descending from the heavens will arrive in our clan. He can destroy the heavens and the earth, and he can also bring new life. He can see the secrets of this mural and lead us directly to the truth."

"My lord… I have finally waited for you."

Xiu Ji prostrated himself at Blood瞳's feet, saying nothing more.

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