Colonial Suit

"Taking advantage of a crisis, are you saying there are others?"

Singer was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the sky, only to see it was clear and cloudless. Where were any other figures?

However, as Li'er spoke, the space around them began to twist, and blurry, mysterious shadows appeared one after another. They were all energy projections, making it impossible to see their true forms, but their shapes generally distinguished their affiliations.

One of the more robust shadows bowed respectfully to Li'er, and said earnestly,

"Cosmic Mercenary, Planetary-level Inspector, Biller, greets you, mighty Princess Li'er."

"Space Pirate, Planetary-level Wanderer, Ash, greets you."

"Death Mercenary, Planetary-level…"

"Gustas Civilization…"

"Airt Civilization…"

"Mota Civilization…"

"Clay Civilization…"

………………

Seven shadows, seven different factions. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Singer would have found it hard to believe that there were actually seven such fellows lurking around during the fierce battle just now. And listening to their self-introductions, each of them was actually at the Planetary level.

Seven Planetary levels!!

God…

Singer gasped, feeling a chill run down his spine. This was such a powerful, such a terrifying force. Any one of them could destroy a planet. With seven of them together, even a starfield couldn't contain them. This was no ordinary power; to be precise, these seven alone were enough to launch a war of annihilation against a civilization or a high-level kingdom.

This was simply a nightmare!

As a 'Meteor-level,' Singer had never encountered a Planetary-level being before meeting Li'er. That was already a level beyond his imagination. He never thought he would come into contact with this level that occupied the top of the cosmic food chain.

But today, right here, he saw seven of them at once!

Could it be that he was still drunk and hadn't woken up yet?

Singer bit his lip hard, and feeling the sharp pain, he felt much clearer.

At this moment, he heard Li'er's voice.

"If I hadn't exposed you, were you planning to never come out?"

Li'er said softly, her gaze falling on the distant horizon. Her expression was unreadable, and it was impossible to tell what she was thinking, giving people a mysterious yet suffocating pressure.

However, this kind of pressure was terrifying for ordinary people, but it was nothing for these warriors who were also at the Planetary level.

The robust warrior of the Cosmic Mercenaries stepped forward and said politely,

"Princess Li'er, I have no intention of offending your dignity. In fact, the reason I appeared here was to protect your kingdom and… uh… legacy during your time of disappearance."

"Just for the legacy, right?" Li'er sneered. "As for my kingdom, it would have been destroyed by the Mirror Spectres before I appeared."

"No. Not yet destroyed, because she has not yet set foot on your main star." The robust warrior shrugged. "You should be clear that we do not want to be involved in conflicts of lower civilizations. And our identity is enough to take care of your main star. After all, we are not babysitters."

Li'er was silent, and after a while, she nodded. "You're right. So, besides protecting my… well, legacy, what else do you want to get?"

"It is your kingdom, alright. If you insist. We don't need to waste time on this topic. Then I will speak frankly, I hope you will go to the Third World once." The robust warrior smiled politely. "Our councilors would like to see you very much. One is for your miraculous growth history, and the other purpose…"

"Please give my regards to your partner."

"…………"

"Very well, I understand." Li'er nodded. Watching the other party bow and disappear into the void. Only then did she ask the Space Pirate's messenger. "What about you? What do you want to get?"

"The Chairman wants to see you." The Space Pirate's messenger replied readily. "He is dissatisfied with the recent situation in the Nether Realm. You should be clear that if it weren't for your sake, these little guys' nonsense should have been punished long ago. The Chairman hopes that it will not affect your view of the Space Pirates and… affection because of them. After all, we are in the same camp, aren't we?"

"However, tolerance is limited. Even if the Chairman is strong, he must take into account the views of the people below. Princess Li'er, I hope you understand the Chairman's difficulties."

"Only the weak need to understand the difficulties of the strong." Li'er replied. "But the Space Pirates are indeed my first camp. I can understand the Chairman's mood. Do you have anything else?"

"Please give my regards to your partner."

The Space Pirate messenger put his hand on his chest and bowed, and also disappeared into the void.

Then, there was the Airt Civilization… the Gustas Civilization…

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These two civilizations were not as polite as the Cosmic Mercenaries and Space Pirates. They directly demanded that Li'er go to the Third World to report the relic incident seven years ago to their respective leaders.

"You know, our men disappeared in that incident. For us, death is not terrible. But the sin of failing to complete the mission will accompany their souls until eternity. That is a warrior's shame. Both you and I know what that means."

"No one, no civilization can tolerate this shame. The reason we protect your kingdom is to wait for your reappearance to absolve them of their sins."

The Airt Prayer bowed politely. But at the same time, he said sharply. "If you cannot meet our needs, then you, including your kingdom, will have no meaning to exist. I have seen your great power, but you should also believe that we can do it."

The Gustas messenger also bowed behind the Airt people. "Our clan's request is the same."

"Is this a threat?" Li'er raised an eyebrow. A red light suddenly flashed in her eyes.

"No, this is an invitation." The Airt Prayer replied. Then he disappeared along with the Gustas messenger…

Next, there were only three factions left, the Death Mercenaries, Mota, and Clay.

Before the Death Mercenary's messenger could speak, Li'er waved her hand. "No need to say anything, your people have invaded my kingdom, whether this is a personal act or not. I will not listen to your explanation. So leave my sight immediately. Immediately!"

The Death Mercenary's messenger nodded, and as expected, he didn't say anything and disappeared directly. Then Li'er turned her gaze to the last two shadows.

"Mota, Clay…"

"I have to say, these are two names that are like thunder, but also full of mystery and power. So tell me, what can I do for you."

"Our names have never been just a code name. For those who don't know, it means mystery, but for those who know, it's just a path."

One of the shadows suddenly swayed, and countless bandages shot out from it, coiling and winding, forming a human figure.

"Kemo Clan, Gisgit, greets you. Mighty Princess Li'er."

"Knowing and unknown?" Li'er pondered for a while, and then said. "Don't talk nonsense. You and I both know that this ancient water-filling technique of pretending to be mysterious is very boring. Tell me your purpose."

"We, for shelter."

The Mota bandage messenger smiled slightly. He said unceremoniously. "We can provide shelter for you, for your civilization, for your partner, and even for everything you designate. No one can harm you. This is the promise of the Mota civilization."

(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation..)

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