Colonial Suit

Blood Pupil turned his head and saw a fleet full of golden light speaking. Their warships were covered with prismatic energy crystals, highlighting their gorgeous and smooth lines. It was the Gilneas fleet. Those poor fellows whose sacrifices he had snatched were protesting to the envoys of the Second World.

His gaze turned slightly cold, and Blood Pupil turned his head, sneering with disdain.

Brute next to him asked, "Yours?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Blood Pupil was too lazy to pay attention to him, and said without turning his head.

Brute chuckled coldly. His tone was a little impolite. "If your hands aren't clean, why didn't you kill them all?"

"............" Blood Pupil did not answer. In fact, he had already been ruthless that time. However, the Gilneas race's form was too strange. In addition to the basic material form, it also contained a spiritual energy form. Blood Pupil was not good at this form, and only Mia was more skilled. The battlefield was complicated at the time, and it was nothing to miss a few fish.

It's just that Blood Pupil didn't expect the Gilneas to be so persistent. Even if they lost their sacrifice, they would still raise a spare set just to catch up with the ceremony. From this, it can be seen how tight the Gilneas' days are. In order to deal with the threat of humans, they spared no expense.

It's a pity that they may have guessed the beginning, but they won't guess the ending.

In the eyes of countless people, the aura of the envoy of the Second World vibrated, seemingly surprised by this sudden event. Then they communicated with each other for a while, and were about to speak.

But at this moment, another thought broke the silence of the void.

It was a thought like the friction of pig iron, shouting in a hysterical tone.

"That set, that set of cards!! That is our patriarch's keepsake!! You butcher, I said why there has been no news of the patriarch recently, it turns out you murdered him! Damn, you didn't even wipe off the logo on it, this is a blatant insult to our Meni clan... You will pay the price, I swear, you will pay the price!!"

This time, the one who shouted was a fleet whose form resembled a stubborn stone. Blood Pupil saw Brute's face turn black all of a sudden, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

He nodded to Brute.

"Actually, my hands are quite clean."

"............" Brute's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and it took a long time before he squeezed out a few syllables from between his teeth. "Get lost!"

Blood Pupil smiled slightly, but he didn't care about Brute's words at all.

At this time, the envoy of the Second World above also made a decision. One of them walked out, opened up endless brilliance, and said to the outside...

"Quiet. This is a ceremony! Although there was a little dispute before, we think. These disputes..."

"Go to hell, all of you!!"

A cold shout interrupted the envoy's words. In an instant, Brute suddenly raised a hand and pressed it down on the stubborn stone-like Meni clan. Then, countless light spots flew out from his back like a swarm of bees, instantly piercing through hundreds of giant ships of the Meni clan.

No one can describe that kind of terror, because there were too many light spots appearing in an instant, too many... Giving people the feeling that the world was filled with these light spots, densely packed, filling every part, every inch. Every millimeter of space, endless light spots created lines that tore through the void, everywhere were these light rays streaking across the sky.

The Meni clan's warships were like stubborn stones, and they were also famous for their sturdiness in the Third World. However, in the face of the boundless, tide-like, galaxy-like light spots, they couldn't even hold on for a second. They were penetrated, torn apart, and destroyed in the impact of the light spots.

After the light spots disappeared, where could the shadow of the Meni clan be seen in the void?

Including the planetary-level powerhouses they dispatched this time, tens of thousands of members, and hundreds of warships. All turned into ashes in the light spots.

The endless light spots returned to Brute's back like returning wanderers. Only then did he withdraw his hand, raised his head, and said to the envoy of the Second World like a proud fighting chicken.

"Envoy, please continue."

In the halo, the eyes of the Second World widened instantly. He almost suffocated and couldn't speak.

Damn, I haven't even made a ruling yet. You've already gotten rid of the aggrieved party. I continue? I continue your balls!!

The rules of the universe, the strong are king. What rules are not set by the strong? What principles are not said by the strong? What laws and regulations, what fairness and justice, are all beautiful lies. Even universal values ​​and democratic societies are things to fool children. Do you think a child who has been farming since childhood can really be stronger than a child who has been studying power crushing and power analysis since childhood? Don't be kidding.

The reason why nobles become nobles is not because they should be high above, but because the blood, education, atmosphere, tradition, everything together, becomes the foundation of nobles.

This may be unfair to the public, but it is relatively fair to a nation and a civilization.

It's the same here.

Brute is a powerful warrior, which is strength and inheritance. Even if the Meni clan says ten thousand sentences, it is not as good as his wave of hand.

What is the environment of the Second World?

Under the pressure of the Great Destruction, everyone hopes to get more help, and who would go against a strong person?

The destruction of the Meni clan can only be said that they are too stupid to see the reality!!

The envoy of the Second World hesitated and decided to modify the previous decision. At this time, the Gilneas who spoke at the beginning spoke again.

A woman wrapped in a gorgeous robe rose into the void and said respectfully to the envoy of the Second World.

"Please, envoy, give us a fair ruling. Don't care about the threats of these lowly humans. Please believe us, we are not trash like the Meni clan. Under this fair void, all injustice, all evil, will be wiped out."

"You are justice, you are ideal. Please allow me to pay my highest respect."

Hearing these words, the envoy of the Second World frowned. Obviously, the Gilneas were not that weak. Obviously, there had been examples before, and they still dared to come to the stage, indicating that they must have their confidence. As an envoy, these words obviously pushed him into a corner.

Did he have to exercise the power of the envoy?

But in that case, those bastards from the human race in the Second World will stir up trouble again...

The envoy of the Second World had a headache and found it difficult to deal with.

At this time, Brute happened to turn his head and said to Blood Pupil, "My hands are clean now."

"I know. But when did you know that my hands weren't clean?" Blood Pupil asked back, and he didn't see him making any gestures. Suddenly, a terrifying aura descended on the endless venue. That aura full of destruction, like the gaze of the god of death, instantly poured into everyone's hearts.

The void was silent as death in an instant, and all the spectators participating in the ceremony seemed to have been stopped by time!!

In this absolute silence, a voice suddenly sounded!!

"Gudong! Gudong..."

One sound, then another.

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