Colonial Suit

The war is over...

It was an extremely short but massive war, with both humans and Cestus paying an unimaginable price. The wreckage from both sides alone amounted to trillions of tons, enough to fill two planets. The resources they each consumed could have launched dozens, even hundreds, of conventional wars below the Third World level, changing the world's格局.

Bass was the last to finish fighting, because he was the one who hammered in the last nail in the coffin. The Cestus didn't want to let them go, but when the Void Aggregate began to collapse, the Cestus lost their reason to fight.

A group of battered mercenaries supported each other as they walked out of the通道, looking up at the void.

The void was vast and bright. It was a good 'weather'...

When victorious, even if it's raining blood, it must be good weather, the mercenaries stubbornly believed.

Above the通道, huge, equally battered spaceships were busy back and forth, dropping groups of engineering machinery. Humanity didn't want to destroy the Cestus civilization; they only needed victory. They needed submission, resources, and channels. So, when the war ended, it wasn't the Cestus who started repairing the Void Aggregate first, but the humans themselves.

Unfortunately, at this time, humanity had less than a thousand spaceships left, and most of them were engineering ships. The battlecruiser and firepower ship groups that served as the main attack force were almost completely lost, becoming floating objects in the void.

In front of the Void Aggregate was a huge plaza, where human engineering machinery was busily clearing wreckage and repairing pipelines. A group of fully armed mercenaries stood guard with weapons in hand. There were also many fighters patrolling in the sky.

On one side of the plaza, a group of ragged Cestus were lined up, waiting for human inspection. They were all losers, no matter how glorious their identities once were, at this moment, that's all they were. Compared to humans, their sizes were extremely large, some even as tall as twenty stories. But when they saw the human mercenaries walking over, they unanimously leaned to the side.

"Who is your leader? Tell it to come with me!" A mercenary captain shouted loudly, swiping his智脑.

The Cestus stirred, and after a long while, a three-meter-tall, one-armed robot walked out, dragging electric sparks and broken pipelines as it walked to the mercenary captain.

"滴滴滴, 滴滴滴滴..."

"Speak Common Tongue!" The mercenary captain interrupted the other party's words without ceremony, with a cold face. "Losers have no right to retain pride. Don't use your language to talk to me!"

"滴滴滴滴!!" The robot was immediately furious, and its electronic eyes turned red. But seeing several mercenaries surrounding it, it forcibly suppressed its anger.

Their race had already failed... and losers had no dignity to speak of.

The robot's eyes flickered a few times, and finally lowered its proud head, saying in human language, "My name is Tik Jones, and I am their Ruling Knight. Human strong one. I don't know how you plan to treat us. I just want to remind you that the war is over. As an ancient noble of the Second World, we are qualified and have a need to enjoy our due treatment."

"呸!"

A mouthful of saliva flew onto Tik Jones' iron face, and the mercenary captain wiped his mouth, then said very calmly, "Sorry, my liver fire has been rising recently. Speaking of treatment... the only thing I can offer you is a decent cell. If you know how to give up, then you can get the reward of living."

"This is not fair!" Tik Jones shouted angrily. "We are nobles!"

"I know." The mercenary captain interrupted it rudely, saying seriously, "And I also know that nobles are born to be overthrown."

"You!?"

"Alright, stop with the 'you you me me,' you should call me 'officer,' because I control the fate of you people, including your subordinates. I don't know if Cestus are afraid of death, but I'll give it a try." The mercenary captain said coldly, then pointed to the spaceship that was landing behind him. "Now, take your men to disarm and accept inspection. I want you to remain quiet during the process. Of course, you can also try to show your value, which will make your life better, and may even change your fate."

"Although the Cestus have failed, we don't want to destroy it. In fact, if you let go of your stubbornness and abandon your pride, you may soon find that under human rule, you can also live a good life."

Saying this, the mercenary captain no longer looked at Tik Jones, and directed his mercenaries to drive the group of Cestus prisoners like pigs and sheep.

Tik Jones glared at him angrily, his eyes full of humiliation and unwillingness.

But everything was over... What was the use of its anger? When the Cestus were content with the status quo, when they were satisfied with pleasure, they had already lost the glory of the ancient times.

The glory of the Cestus' most glorious era.

Tik Jones lowered its head, and a large amount of sparks burst out from the broken pipelines on its neck. But it just stood there, watching its subordinates being driven by the mercenaries like pigs and sheep. Tik Jones remembered a long time ago that these pig-sheep-like creatures were humans, but it never expected that one day it would be its turn.

"Sounds familiar, right?"

A lazy voice came from below, and Tik Jones lowered its head, seeing a group of battered mercenaries.

Their bodies were almost falling apart, and the most seriously injured one even had his head tilted on his shoulder, just a little bit away from falling off. But they seemed to be without any pain, joking carelessly, and looking at the Cestus present with the eyes of victors.

Tik Jones' electronic eyes contracted a few times, and suddenly said, "You, are you the ones from the core battlefield?"

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"Yeah." Bass leaned lazily in a mercenary's arms, waiting for the medical staff to connect him to a medical box. The location where his arm was broken had already been treated, and the bone repair and muscle stimulation system was working, constantly bringing intense itching.

Bass had a lit cigar in his mouth, looking very relaxed, but if someone who knew him well was here, they could see deep sadness in his eyes.

The victory of the war was sweet, but the memories of the warriors were only sad.

When the passion of victory cooled down, what was left for the warriors was only longing and loneliness.

"We... will not be enemies anymore," Bass said to Tik Jones. Then, supported by his partner, he stood up.

"Not enemies, but the charity of the victors?" Tik Jones did not feel relieved, but instead felt a strong sense of shame. For a Ruling Knight, the enemy's mercy was not easy to accept.

"No..." Bass didn't look back, limping towards the plaza, leaving Tik Jones with a back view.

"It's just that we won't stop."

"Old enemies only belong to the past, new enemies belong to the future."

Bass's voice came from afar, making Tik Jones's heart grow colder and colder. Finally, it swayed and sat heavily on the ground.

Yes, not enemies anymore. Not humiliation, but compared to humans like this, the Cestus really didn't count as enemies.

Because they weren't qualified. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation..)