Colonial Suit

"Gurgle…"

"Gurgle…"

The sound of the heartbeat became clearer and heavier. At first, it was just a barely perceptible hint, but as the aura spread, it suddenly became solid. Each deep, profound sound was like the pulse of ancient times, the footsteps of the primordial world, causing everyone's expression to change drastically.

They couldn't sense any danger, but they all clearly knew the power contained within the heartbeat.

It was ancient, like the call of life.

It was also the beginning of all consciousness.

Unconsciously, people were attracted to the heartbeat, driven by the heartbeat. Each heartbeat seemed to beat in their hearts, deep in their souls. Whether they had a heart or not, they were all drawn in.

Brute was no exception. Almost as soon as the heartbeat sounded, his face turned pale. He suddenly clutched his chest.

He felt as if his heart was about to be squeezed out, as if it shouldn't be in his chest. The heartbeat was driving not only his body but also his spirit and soul! He never expected the power of the Blood Eye to be so terrifying, so frightening, suppressing his primitive genes in an instant.

This was just the aftermath. What would happen to the Gilneas people who were truly being watched by the Blood Eye?

Brute didn't dare to think about it. He struggled to raise his head, as if forcing out a few syllables from between his teeth, his face twisted.

"The… embodiment… of… the… world…"

"You… are… ruthless…"

He didn't continue because his voice had disappeared. In this primitive heartbeat, if the Blood Eye didn't allow him to make a sound, then he couldn't.

At the same time, everyone present clearly heard a muffled sound.

The sound was strange, but mixed with the heartbeat, it seemed so clear. It was… the sound of a heart rupturing, as if an old heart was crushed, pulverized into ashes.

Then, everyone saw the Gilneas priest who had been speaking so passionately just now, her face turning ashen. Her hands covered her chest, as if trying to salvage something, but she grasped nothing. Her body stiffened and began to emit specks of blue light, like fireflies dancing in the void. Her gorgeous clothes were still so clean and tidy, but she herself was gradually melting and dissipating in the blue light.

At the same time, the Gilneas warship beneath her feet also began to emit endless blue light.

Gurgle…

Gurgle…

The heartbeat was still so powerful, as if it had always been this rhythm, not slowing down for anyone, not wavering for anyone. Because it was the origin, the foundation of all life, all worlds. It beats, and the world beats. It stops, and the world stops.

It echoed, spreading throughout the void.

And the Gilneas people disappeared in this primitive heartbeat…

People stared blankly at everything, their minds still echoing with the loud sounds, the incredibly primitive yet incredibly sacred power. All beliefs, all doubts, became so weak, so insignificant in this sound.

Because… that was the sound of the universe…

Time passed slowly, and the heartbeat finally disappeared, as if it had never existed. The void began to operate again, and stars and energy emitted new light. But everyone's expression seemed to remain in that initial heartbeat.

On the human yacht, the Speaker stood quietly in the top-floor garden, his robes fluttering, his eyes incredibly deep.

After a long time, he sighed, saying with infinite emotion.

"So… this is his world."

"Yes… amazing." Councilor Salch Jones also sighed beside him, his voice filled with shock and trembling. "The greater the mind, the greater the achievement. Are we all getting old?"

"Maybe." The Speaker nodded, his expression seeming much older. "But I think it's more about the direction of his will. As expected of the heir of Krodir… If he is allowed to develop, then this universe will…"

"Isn't it a little late to say this now? Do you want to be his opponent?"

"Who knows?" The Speaker shrugged, returning to his carefree demeanor. "We have to keep going."

Saying that, his gaze fell on the Blood Eye on the altar again, sighing. "It's really complicated… Maybe we are cultivating the most terrifying enemy for humanity."

"Or the most powerful friend," Councilor Salch Jones continued, also looking lost.

At this time, Brute on the altar also came back to his senses. His heart rate returned to normal, but the hand covering his chest never came down. The brief, nightmare-like experience made him feel an unprecedented fear. The feeling of not owning his body and soul was too unfamiliar, too terrifying.

He looked at the Blood Eye not far away, his lips moved a few times as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

This is… his world…

Brute thought, his face ashen.

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His own world was also very powerful, just like the endless light that had just defeated the Meni clan, which was an extension of his perceived world. He perceived the particle world. All real-world manifestations would be reconstructed in his brain in the form of particles. He could freely change the trajectory, speed, time frequency, and resistance parameters of the particles, thereby reflecting them in reality.

But these became so pale in the face of the Blood Eye's world. Because the Blood Eye's world was too mysterious, too heavy.

Primitive and pure.

Simple and profound.

Above the stellar level, the perceived world has a wide-ranging impact on cosmic warriors. Brute knew this well, so his perception of the Blood Eye also changed…

Such a warrior, destined to become a legend, should only be a friend, not an enemy.

"You… just… did… what?"

A dry voice came from above, it was the envoy of the Second World. If you observed him at this time, you would find that the brilliance that had been enveloping them was now somewhat dim, as if a layer had just been peeled off.

No one could see his expression in the brilliance, but you could tell from his voice that he was definitely not doing well.

Even the higher life forms of the Second World could not be unaware of the primitive pulse.

The Blood Eye stood silently, as if he hadn't heard the envoy's question. After a while, he raised his head and said softly.

"I just made the sound more unified. Sounds that shouldn't appear should disappear."

"Lord Envoy, I think our sacrifice is no longer being interfered with. So please judge."

"I… judge…" The envoy of the Second World hesitated, seeming a little embarrassed. But in the end, he nodded, recognizing the qualifications of the Blood Eye and Brute.

"You can go to the Seventh Battlefield. There is no choice."

"Is that okay?"

"As you wish, Lord Envoy." The Blood Eye and Brute bowed at the same time, their faces indifferent. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation..)