Colonial Suit

The mothership's corridors were long and crude, giving the impression of being haphazardly pieced together from leaves, bones, wood, and stones. It was filled with a barbaric aura. Blood Pupil didn't know how the Ster demons managed to fly such a primitive object into space, but he found it interesting.

The universe was vast, and nothing was too strange. The Ster demons were quite the oddity.

Pfft!

As he walked, Blood Pupil's right hand suddenly and without warning shot out, piercing the wall beside him. The wall distorted, revealing a figure. Wasn't that a Ster demon? His body was fused with the wall, and he had intended to ambush Blood Pupil, but he never expected Blood Pupil to grab him like this. His upper body was torn open with a large hole, while his lower body remained in the wall.

His eyes were wide with disbelief, but he was already dead.

Blood Pupil's finger blades could pierce through anything, even a city wall.

Whoosh, his right hand retracted. Blood Pupil didn't even glance at the Ster demon as he continued forward. Behind him, corpses lay scattered, forming a path of death.

The Ster demon mothership was large, but Blood Pupil seemed very familiar with it. From the moment he entered, he hadn't taken a single wrong turn. This was all because he had absorbed Zochjema's aura.

This ferocious Ster hunter probably never imagined that his confrontation with Blood Pupil was lost from the very beginning. Perhaps he had great strength and excellent stealth skills, but his understanding of hunting was far behind Blood Pupil. Blood Pupil used a clone to lure him into revealing the Ster's weakness, which was 'trapping'. He used the enhanced cell flesh to make him self-mutilate, which was 'poison bait'. And now, he used the aura he left behind to track him to his lair, which was 'tracking'.

Each link was a condensation of a hunter's experience, and when connected, they formed a complete hunting rhythm. This was Blood Pupil's hunting philosophy!

Hunting was not just about catching the prey, but about maximizing the prey's value.

Now, whether Zochjema lived or died was no longer important, because his value had been lost from the moment Blood Pupil stepped onto this mothership. The real prey was the eighth fortress's sub-rule generation system. That was Blood Pupil's true goal.

The entire hunting process revolved around this goal! The battle with Zochjema was just a process and means to an end.

What a poor guy...

If Zochjema knew all of this, he would probably faint from anger. He pitifully thought he was Blood Pupil's strong enemy, with the pride of a strong man. But he didn't know that Blood Pupil never regarded him as an enemy from the beginning, but just as a stepping stone.

The contrast was too great.

The corridor was silent. Blood Pupil's movement speed seemed slow but was actually fast. In a short while, he arrived in front of a room and kicked open the door. He saw an oval, transparent container.

Zochjema was suspended in the container, with many fine, hair-like tendrils radiating from his body, like rehydrated seaweed.

Blood Pupil's pupils suddenly contracted, and he said in surprise, "Modulation Nest"?

"No, it should be a replica," the Core's voice replied in a timely manner, seemingly also surprised. "I need more information to determine."

"You'll get it," Blood Pupil's eyes narrowed. He didn't expect this hunt to have unexpected gains.

This reminded him of the cloud monster he had encountered not long ago. There was a small piece of enhanced cell tissue in its body. The Core also judged it to be a replica. Which civilization replicated them? Blood Pupil frowned, feeling that the mysteries of the Second World were getting heavier and heavier. He decided to find the guardian of the Vine Serpent Clan when he had time, believing it would know some secrets.

As for now, he had more important things to do!

Through the transparent outer wall of the 'Modulation Nest', Blood Pupil could see that Zochjema was slowly awakening, but it would take minutes. This was also the disadvantage of the replica. If it was a real Modulation Nest, it would not put the subject in such danger, and would wake the subject at the first sign of an alarm. Zochjema's situation could only mean that this replica had great flaws, or that it lacked a control center like the Core.

However, Blood Pupil had no interest in waiting any longer. He immediately raised his arm, and his right hand pierced through the outer wall of the Modulation Nest like lightning, directly into Zochjema's chest cavity.

The next moment, his palm trembled slightly, shattering Zochjema's internal organs!

Zochjema trembled, seeming to try to open his eyes. Unfortunately, under the deep hypnosis of the Modulation Nest, he could not even fulfill this small wish, and could only die in humiliation.

Pitifully, a Ster demon's Blue Totem, who usually dominated the world, did not even cause a ripple when he died. It was truly lamentable.

Blood Pupil casually pulled his body out of the Modulation Nest, and then took out a small gadget and stuck it on the Modulation Nest. This was a miniature space anchoring system that mercenaries were accustomed to carrying. It could mark a cargo and throw it into subspace. The device would generate a small shield to protect the cargo from the energy turbulence of subspace, and then the owner could retrieve it when he had time.

To put it bluntly, this thing was a small gadget that used subspace as a cargo hold. Although inconspicuous, it was very useful.

Of course, to use this thing, one must have at least Meteor level strength, otherwise, they might not find the cargo and be swallowed by subspace first.

Everything went smoothly. After Blood Pupil kicked the Modulation Nest into subspace, he patted his hands in satisfaction and turned to leave.

But at the moment he turned around, his body stiffened slightly, and he stopped.

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Because he suddenly saw that there was something wrong with Zochjema's remains.

Blood Pupil remembered that he had only shattered his internal organs, and his head should be intact. But now it looked like Zochjema's two heads had shriveled into a small ball, like dried grapefruit. Not only that, but his flesh was also withering and drying up, quickly turning into skin and bones. Some viscous red liquid flowed from his corpse, emitting a strong stench.

"Was he devoured by enhanced cells?"

"No," the Core replied. "There is no effect of enhanced cells. He withered on his own."

"Interesting," Blood Pupil nodded. "It seems I underestimated him. I think he will appear in front of me again one day."

"I have a feeling."

With that, Blood Pupil walked out of the room without looking back.

Ten minutes later, the huge mothership exploded, breaking in half... At the same time, the eighth fortress's sub-rule shield also disappeared, leaving Brute, who had just arrived, a little dazed.

He had just rushed through two fortresses, and only arrived here after hurrying, but he didn't expect Blood Pupil to be one step ahead of him.

Looking at the huge fortress, which was completely different from the previous seven, Brute could only take a deep breath and lead the charge into the fortress...

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