Colonial Suit

The wind blew across the plaza.

It scattered the dust and lifted the veil of the enemy.

Silence fell over the entire area.

Numerous Judges warily eyed the five intruders, their gazes complex. They noted the enemies' strength, but paid even more attention to their attitude.

There were only five enemies, while the Judges numbered in the thousands. Yet, for some reason, at this moment, the Judges felt like the weaker party. The five before them were likely planetary-level enemies, and even just standing there, they felt like a wall.

A wall of sighs.

This was the aura of true power… the Judges suddenly realized. Even if their strength were to increase further, their mentality and will had already fallen behind the enemies before them. While they were cautiously on guard, the enemies were laughing and chatting, as if attending a picnic.

They didn't consider the Judges enemies at all, or rather, the Judges weren't qualified to be their enemies.

This was undoubtedly an insult.

But, it was only to be expected.

Upon the throne, Trius frowned. He originally had no interest in participating in this farce. In his view, this was the Temple Knight Order's plaza, and no one would benefit, no matter who they were. But he hadn't expected things to turn out this way. The dignified Temple Knight Order was actually shrinking back in fear before five enemies, a sight that gave him a sense of impending decline.

The Evil's Royal Knights have drained the lifeblood of the Boca race's younger generation…

"Let's just call off this selection," he said, tilting his head to the attendant beside him. "I don't need trash who lack the courage to face the enemy, and I believe Evil wouldn't either. The Boca race needs true elites, not cowardly weaklings and foolish arrogance."

"Remember, pride must be built on confidence. If they've lost these things themselves, they shouldn't beg for them…"

"Your Highness, please give them another chance," the attendant said, lowering his head, seemingly not seeing the scene in the plaza. "These people have worked hard to get to where they are today. Although they are not as elite as Lord Evil's forces, we don't have much time left. Lord Evil won't patiently wait for you…"

Trius frowned again. He knew what the attendant was reminding him of. These young people were already the elite he could find in this generation. If he wasted them, he believed the next generation would be even worse.

Thinking of this, Trius suddenly found it laughable. When did he, the dignified commander of the Temple Knight Order, become so embarrassed? He couldn't even recruit true warriors? Was his reputation not enough, or had the Boca race lost its initial drive?

Feeling somewhat disheartened, Trius finally agreed to the attendant's suggestion and said to the people below.

"A test. Kill them, pass. Fail, be eliminated."

Trius was too lazy to say more than this simple sentence. He felt that it was a waste of time to talk nonsense with these cowards.

But this simple sentence suddenly ignited the flames of war in the Judges' hearts, a fanatical fighting spirit!

In fact, Trius was wrong. He always used his own standards to judge people. But he didn't realize how many people in the current Boca race could compare to him and Evil? What he called cowards were actually the best of the younger generation of the Boca race.

Their silence just now was not fear, but shock.

And now, it was shame from before. And anger.

"How dare you commoners utter Lord Trius's name!" a Judge suddenly roared, and launched a fierce charge. He ignored Lie Ya blocking his path, as if the whole world was just Little Posy, his only enemy. Pure light force instantly formed a storm, actually creating a long white tornado behind him.

Little Posy's eyes immediately lit up, revealing a cute smile.

It had been a long time since she had a real fight. Although this opponent was still somewhat unqualified in her eyes, well… she had to do something, right? The scent of blood was so tempting, and there were a thousand people here. It should be enough for her and her sister to take a bath, right?

So, in the next moment, her smile was still reflected in her opponent's eyes, but her figure suddenly disappeared without a trace. The Judge froze for a moment, and before he could react, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest. A delicate white palm had pierced through it. Between the fingers of the palm, there was also a small piece of glittering crystal.

The Judge was stunned. Only then did he realize that it was his core. Then he let out a shrill scream and turned into scattered light.

Boca people are theoretically immortal as long as they have their core. But once the core is lost, they will completely collapse, and it is impossible to even return to the light spirit.

"No blood…" Little Posy looked at her opponent collapsing in front of her, revealing a disappointed look. She was still craving a feast, but she didn't expect to encounter a group of enemies without blood.

Without blood, what feast could there be? What revelry?

But… the spiritual energy particles permeating the air also smelled very good. Little Posy closed her eyes and took a intoxicated sniff. Then she smiled slightly at the other Judges, revealing a set of sparkling white teeth.

"My sister has been needing these things to restore her bloodline recently… Since you don't have blood, then use this to make up for it."

As she spoke, Little Posy's swallowtail armor suddenly turned purple, and a blood-colored wing spread out from her back. At the same time, Mia's princess dress armor also turned red, and a black wing spread out from her back.

The most ⊥ new ⊥ small ⊥ said ⊥ in ⊥ six ⊥ 9 ⊥⊥ book ⊥⊥ bar ⊥⊥ first ⊥ hair!

One blood wing and one black wing were so conspicuous and abrupt on the battlefield. Trius's expression immediately changed. He suddenly said, "Cancel the test, everyone come back!"

But it was too late…

Almost at the same time as the two wings opened, the sky above the temple suddenly lost its light. Endless dark clouds swirled and descended on this sacred mountain. Endless wails and laughter faintly came from within. With the twin sisters as the center, the space within a radius of nearly a thousand meters simultaneously fell into stagnation. All the Judges within the boundary were frozen like wooden sculptures.

And in their midst, Little Posy, dressed in a purple swallowtail suit, casually waved her left hand and grabbed into the void.

A blood-colored light flashed, and a large, long scythe had already appeared in her hand.

"In the name of the Ninth Highest Heaven, the Blood Angel…" Little Posy lowered her head and smiled wickedly.

"Reap!"

"In the name of the Seventh Highest Heaven, the Burial Angel…" Mia also smiled and raised her right hand high to the sky.

"Rest in peace!"

Clang!!!

A blood-colored stream of light swept around the center of the plaza like the scythe of the Grim Reaper. Then the whole world changed its appearance in the vortex, the color representing life instantly disappeared, leaving only a grayscale like a black and white photograph. In the next moment, the solidified space shattered with a bang, bursting out a sky of white light.

That was all the Boca people's spiritual energy… But at this moment, they scrambled to throw themselves into Mia's raised right hand…

The Fallen Angel's Wheatfield.

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