Colonial Suit

The massive fleet sailed steadily through interstellar space, sometimes entering warp and sometimes switching to normal navigation.

This journey had already lasted two months, with two large-scale resupplies in between. The space stations, artificial celestial bodies, and resupply ship groups used along the way reached an astonishing scale, highlighting the ever-changing development momentum of mankind in the Third World. As the most tenacious race in the universe, human development is too rapid, as terrifying as cancer cells.

Blood瞳 noticed that the planets belonging to the human camp that he saw along the way already exceeded several thousand. This was just one route, and it was no wonder that the civilizations of the Third World were wary and vigilant of humans.

However, it wasn't just humans who did this. In fact, all civilizations participating in this ritual would send out fleets of impressive size, just not as exaggerated as humans.

As they approached the ritual site, the mothership's scanning system gradually began to capture some inexplicable signals, all of which indicated that huge fleets were flying nearby. However, due to the distance or ongoing warp, they could not be reflected in the holographic images.

Among them, a fleet several thousand light-years away on the left was particularly noteworthy.

That was a massive fleet, almost on par with the humans in size. It was traveling at the same speed and on the same route, so it was always to the left and right of the human fleet. But none of this was the most important thing. The most important thing was that this massive fleet was clearly not friendly to humans. It had tried to approach the human fleet multiple times during the voyage and had even locked onto them.

This was undoubtedly a provocation. In normal times, space mercenaries would have rushed up to see what was going on, and it was possible that they would have taken action immediately. But this time, the space mercenaries showed great restraint, and no one went to check it out from beginning to end.

The Speaker was lying lazily in an aerial garden on the top of the yacht, shaking his wine glass and watching the stars.

"Old friend, did you think I would be tolerant?"

"In the past, our foundation was unstable, and we had to pretend to be friendly with you. Now, our human foundation has spread throughout this Third World, and the roar of steel and machinery has replaced the brilliance of energy. If you still think I will tolerate you, aren't you thinking too much?"

The Speaker's fingers gently caressed the wall of the glass, his eyes growing deeper and deeper.

"The Great Destruction is coming. This ritual is probably the last one in the Second World. This is a great disaster, but also a great opportunity, a great era. Every civilization that knows the truth is trying to get a piece of the pie in this opportunity. But have you ever thought that this is also one of the reasons why you are heading for destruction?"

"Ambition needs to be guided by a long-term vision and irrigated with the blood of enemies."

With that, the Speaker drank the wine in one gulp, raised his finger, and shook it.

A mercenary in a black combat suit appeared silently behind him, swaying like a phantom.

"Go and see," the Speaker said, his eyes lowered as if he were about to fall asleep. "Let them learn some manners."

The black-clothed man silently saluted and then disappeared in an instant, as if he had never appeared.

However, after a while, the fleet mothership's scanning system received a burst of energy fluctuations from the distant starry sky, with an intensity reaching the ten-thousand-trillion standard energy level. Then, the fleet that had been hovering nearby disappeared. After a while, the black-clothed man appeared behind the Speaker again.

Compared to just now, his expression was still indifferent, but his combat suit was tattered, as if it had been crushed and pieced together. His exposed left arm was covered in blood and blue crystals. A section of white bone pierced through his skin.

The Speaker did not turn his head, but said as if in a dream.

"How was it?"

"No progress," the black-clothed man replied. "His strength has improved slightly, but his courage has become smaller and smaller. He doesn't even dare to fight head-on. I took one of his energy cores. I think he will be absent from this ritual."

"What about you?"

"A left arm. It's nothing," the black-clothed man said, his face still expressionless, as if he were talking about someone else's business. At the same time, he grabbed his left arm with his right hand and yanked it off. The bones and blood vessels at the break were uneven, but not a drop of blood fell.

As soon as the left arm landed, it crystallized and shattered. The man shook his left shoulder and gritted his teeth slightly.

There was a low muffled sound, and blood burst from his left shoulder. Another left arm actually stretched out from the break. The skin of the new arm still retained the tenderness of an infant, but it instantly regained its strength and toughness.

The man moved his new left arm and bowed to the Speaker.

The Speaker waved his hand and said nothing more. So the man's figure swayed again like a ghost, slowly disappearing.

"A little appetizer. This ritual looks like it will be very lively..."

In the quiet aerial garden, the Speaker suddenly chuckled. The sound grew louder and louder...

The following voyage was very boring. As the provocative fleet was taught a lesson, it seemed that all the alien races traveling with them knew the danger of this human fleet and stayed away at the first opportunity. The human fleet seemed to be accustomed to this avoidance and rejection, and fulfilled its mission on its own.

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After several more warps, the fleet finally began to slow down, approaching a mysterious coordinate point.

At this time, the star field they were in was very strange. Although it looked no different from the ordinary universe, all the holographic systems and remote sensing devices had reduced their effectiveness, not because they were being interfered with, but because they were in a state of low-energy operation, as if this was the boundary. The space mercenaries' perception, energy touch, and a series of soft powers were also suppressed. Even the perception of rules became blurred.

Everyone knew that this was the land of the ritual.

Because here, all rules are controlled by the Second World, so they will inevitably be affected. This is still the Second World taking care of them, otherwise, once the control here is strengthened, most of the rules that people are accustomed to will become invalid. At that time, even survival may become a problem.

For example, the air will instantly become poisonous, and the gravity will instantly become disordered. This will be a disaster for life accustomed to the normal universe.

Fortunately, all participants were not here for the first time and had already made preparations.

A faint protective layer began to appear on the outside of the fleet, which the space mercenaries were providing. As they exerted their strength, the fleet's speed suddenly increased and quickly rushed into a mysterious nebula.

The nebula was originally spread across the starry sky, vast and endless. But as the fleet broke in, it suddenly became like a substance, actually surging and boiling, forming a super-huge nebula vortex. The fleet was violently bumping in the vortex, as if it had been thrown into a mixer, completely losing its perception of the outside world.

After only a moment, all the members of the battleship felt a bright light in front of them and had passed through the tunnel of the nebula vortex.

They arrived in a beautiful, infinite void.

Looking around, countless alien fleets of various shapes floated in the void, all of whom were participants who had arrived earlier. They were densely arranged, end to end, forming a huge, boundless... ring in the void. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation..)