Colonial Suit

Within the endless storm, nearly a hundred points of light were faintly approaching. Their distance exceeded the limits of human eyesight, yet in the 'gaze' of their combined senses, they were remarkably clear. Each point of light possessed a powerful aura, each point of light contained a potent energy source.

"It's those candidates!"

Brood's face was ashen as he ground out the words, "Those bastards from the Second World actually let them in here. And gave them a mission!"

The nature of the mission was self-evident. Just looking at the aggressive approach of these lights made it clear they weren't coming for a friendly chat or a relaxing tea.

"Does he really hate us that much?" Brood said bitterly, his gaze shifting to Blood瞳.

He knew, of course, that the Second World's envoy's animosity towards them stemmed from Blood瞳. While his own strength was considerable, it paled in comparison to what Blood瞳 had displayed. Clearly, Blood瞳's power was enough to threaten those living in the Second World. That's why they had suddenly thrown them both into the Seventh Battlefield and gathered other candidates to attack them.

Although the participants in this ritual were of various races and strengths, none who were recognized were weak.

These nearly a hundred points of light, nearly a hundred candidates, all possessed strength above the planetary level. Some had even reached the peak of the planetary level, just a step away from entering the world of cognition! Such a number of strong individuals, such a fierce offensive, would make even Brood's scalp tingle!

It's true that higher levels can suppress numbers, but the difference needs to be significant. Sending a newly promoted stellar level to face a siege of nearly a hundred planetary levels is practically suicide!

Moreover, Brood's cognitive world was still immature, unable to create sufficiently powerful avatars. If he were surrounded here, Brood was certain he wouldn't have a chance to revive!!

In a flash of thought, Brood gritted his teeth.

"Damn it, I'll risk it!!"

The world within his mind began to spin, countless particles radiating from Brood's body. In an instant, Brood's combat power soared to its peak. A magnificent suit of armor materialized on his body out of thin air, wisps of pure white, hair-like particle streams drifting behind him. The surrounding storm, upon contact with Brood, was instantly broken down into its original particle form by the powerful fluctuations. Brood also seized several spatial fragments, decomposing them into spatial particle clusters in his hands.

Then he abruptly turned his head and shouted at Blood瞳.

"Hey, Blood瞳. You hurry and…"

"Blood…"

"Blood瞳!!?"

Brood's eyes widened, filled with disbelief, questioning, and…

…indignant fury.

Because in his sight, Blood瞳, who should have been standing on his flank, had disappeared at some point, now appearing in a storm core an unknown distance away. The raging storm, which seemed to stir even the universe, was so gentle to him, only ruffling his hair. And those dangerous spatial fragments orbited Blood瞳, like jubilant children.

Blood瞳 leisurely stood with his hands behind his back, slowly admiring something, sometimes curiously picking up a strand of storm energy to examine it before his eyes. That indifferent attitude… showed absolutely no pre-battle tension.

Brood's head was about to sprout black lines.

He never expected that at this most critical moment, the true instigator of the situation, Blood瞳, on whom he had placed so much hope, would display such an attitude. Judging by his appearance, he was preparing to watch the show? He must be preparing to watch the show!

Damn it!

If he hadn't retained a shred of rationality, Brood would have cursed aloud.

This was too insidious.

The current crisis was caused by Blood瞳, yet he ran away when it was time to fight. How could Brood endure this? Moreover, Blood瞳's current behavior clearly showed he could coexist peacefully with the storm here. He could even blend his aura into the storm. Didn't that amount to plainly removing himself from the situation? Brood was certain that the enemies wouldn't discover Blood瞳 until he wanted to be discovered.

Could it be… Brood suddenly felt a chill…

Was this what they called screwing over teammates?

The legendary ultimate skill of taking out the enemy with a black gun from outside the field of vision while simultaneously taking out the teammate? The basic operation of a 1v2?

Brood felt a surge of anger rise in his throat, almost causing him to faint.

But he couldn't afford to think too much at this point. Blood瞳's behavior indicated he wasn't going to help. That meant he would have to devour these nearly a hundred alien candidates himself.

Brood's face instantly darkened to the bottom of a pot. He could only glare at Blood瞳 resentfully before turning to meet the approaching lights.

In the endless storm, he quickly came into contact with the first point of light, and at the same time, saw the opponent's appearance clearly.

It was a bizarre creature with seven heads and a spherical body, wearing a suit of armor covered in spikes, one of the most popular hybrid armors of the present day. It wasn't fast, but every movement would draw the surrounding storm into its body, then gather it in its seven mouthparts. One could imagine that when it came into contact with an enemy, these storm-gathered energy clusters would be its weapon.

But what angered Brood the most was that this ability wasn't inherent to the enemy, but a special virtual-to-real conversion technology, clearly bestowed upon them by those bastards from the Second World. This would allow them to not only ignore the storm environment of the Seventh Battlefield, but also gain powerful assistance!

This was simply cheating!!

Brood was filled with anger, but there was nothing he could do. In his rage, his face became even more gloomy. Suddenly, his body blurred, and he transformed into countless particles, piercing through the enemy.

In an instant, a bright light shone, and the entire world seemed to be filled with white particles. The enemy was first stunned, then torn apart by the raging particles. Under Brood's powerful control, it couldn't even offer a shred of resistance. Once everything returned to calm, the endless particles re-condensed, revealing Brood's figure.

At this moment, his entire body had become blurred, countless particles leaping and intertwining within him, forming the foundation of his existence.

Looking at the rapidly approaching enemies, Brood's gaze was cold, like ice.

"Experience the power of the particle world…"

"If… you can still live to tell the tale…"

The next moment, Brood's body split again, transforming into endless particles disappearing into the void… The surrounding storm instantly intensified many times over, as if it was Brood, and he… was this world.

When the storm descends… I hope you can still feel fear.

Because the dead, do not fear.

I am Brood, the master of particles.

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