Colonial Suit

Those who haven't experienced it firsthand can never imagine how terrifying light can be when it reaches a certain intensity.

Bloodshot's vision blurred, and his senses began to fail. His thoughts were scorched, and his sense of touch was blocked. He gradually melted into the endless light.

The enhanced cells in his body worked desperately, metabolizing at a hundred or a thousand times their normal rate. A large amount of bio-energy was supplied to every corner of his body, catalyzing every functional module. If anyone could see Bloodshot at this moment, they would find that tiny scales were constantly appearing on his skin, only to dissolve and disappear again. These scales were all variants of protein armor; they were constantly born and constantly dying, delaying Bloodshot's destruction through this sacrifice. But it didn't have much effect. Faced with the powerful power of photon annihilation, **power** was so fragile and so weak!

This was the biggest weakness of enhanced cells, no, of all carbon-based life: the inability to withstand persistent photon damage. In particular, the continuous irradiation of light primordial force was simply the most terrible poison for them.

In order to combat this nemesis, the guardian of the Vine Serpent Clan had given Bloodshot antibodies. However, the defense of this antibody was limited. It was no problem to deal with ordinary Boca people, but it was not enough for advanced warriors like Trius.

Fortunately, he had this antibody, so that Bloodshot would not be annihilated in an instant.

Feeling the boiling bio-energy pool in his body and the itching caused by constant metabolism, Bloodshot's heart was extremely calm. He was not angry, excited, or panicked. In fact, he was very calm now, as calm as a machine.

In his brain, complex energy models constantly emerged, then disappeared and reorganized. In just a few seconds, he began to analyze the light primordial force veins of Trius. This was the power of a stellar warrior. Although this analysis had a weak effect on the light primordial force, even a little gain could determine Bloodshot's chances of survival.

His skin melted...

His tendons melted...

Bloodshot's bones were exposed in the ball of light. At this time, he had become very terrifying, like a bloody skeleton. Cell tissue proliferated wildly, wriggling and filling the gaps in the bones, but no matter what, it could not return to its original state. Trius looked at Bloodshot mockingly, with a terrifying smile on his face.

"It hurts, doesn't it?"

"Your body, your spirit... are rotting in the light... but this is just the beginning. After a while, you will know why the Boca race makes the universe civilization fear. Because for our enemies, death is not the end..."

In the middle of his words, Bloodshot suddenly felt a powerful attraction above him, greedily devouring his spirit. His consciousness began to blur, and he felt as if he was divided into two halves. One half was still in this body, enduring the torment, while the other half seemed to have ascended to heaven, full of endless pleasure and confusion.

At the same time, Trius's body also began to squirm, and a light primordial force shadow was being constructed. Its appearance was seven or eight parts similar to Bloodshot. And when he created this light shadow, many shadows were leaked out, flying around Trius like sleepwalkers. Some of them were like humans, some were monsters, and some were even mechanical creatures. But no matter what they were, they wandered like puppets. Their hazy faces seemed to be smiling, and seemed to be crying.

This guy can actually devour and absorb the spirit of his opponents for his own use?

Bloodshot's heart sank. There was no doubt that those exposed shadows were all once enemies of Trius, absorbed into his body by this means, becoming a part of him. No wonder he could suppress himself in an instant. This was not his own power, but the power of countless people, countless people who had once been his enemies. Bloodshot fighting Trius alone was equivalent to fighting everyone!

What a sorrow...

Looking at those confused, drug-addicted figures, Bloodshot felt the condensed pain in them. How could those who could become Trius's enemies be ordinary? Maybe one of them was a monarch, a civilization leader, or a strong man who roamed the universe. But no matter how much glory they had, how powerful they were, they had now become Trius's puppets, providing power to Trius in confusion.

Trius was right. He had indeed integrated darkness into himself, but put on a layer of light.

And he himself was becoming a part of his darkness.

Thinking of this, Bloodshot suddenly showed a sneer, which looked very terrifying on his skeletal face.

Darkness?

Light?

Since when did he need these things? He was not Robbie, he didn't need faith, and he didn't need guidance. His will was faith, was power!

Will is everything!

In an instant, Bloodshot felt as if all the confusion had gone away, and at the same time, he welcomed the pain like a landslide and tsunami. These pains were all real feedback from his body. He had been paralyzed by Trius's mental invasion before, but now he completely accepted them.

Mental anesthesia is a sweet poison. It pushes you into the abyss while giving you pleasure.

And the dictionary of a warrior never needs the word escape. Because whether it is pain, twists, turns, tribulations, or death, they are all necessary paths to victory.

Sweetness cannot buy victory!

Goodness cannot buy victory!

Only pain!

Yes, only pain and persistence!

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In the light, Bloodshot's body suddenly leaned forward, making a silent roar. The bones rubbed against the light spears that pierced into his body, and they even made a creaking sound. One light spear couldn't withstand such a large pressure and shattered. At the same time, one of Bloodshot's bones also broke, splashing out blood and marrow.

Severe pain, incomparable pain, but how could such pain stop even one ten thousandth of Bloodshot? If the bones are broken, then abandon them, if the tendons are crushed, then tear them off! Compared with absolute will, what is the pain of the body? What is the mental anesthesia?

Even if this body is shattered and the universe collapses! My will must be carried out to the end!

Because this is pure!

Trius watched all this with a sneer, without stopping him. In his opinion, Bloodshot's struggle was very funny. What ability did a prey whose spirit had been invaded by him have to escape the cage of light primordial force? Bloodshot's struggle would only make him more painful, and at the same time, he would increasingly crave mental paralysis, and step by step fall into the ideal country he had woven.

It can be said that everyone who is an enemy of himself has to go through this process, making a choice between pain and anesthesia.

And is this kind of choice difficult?

Of course...

Not difficult...

The ball of light suddenly twisted, and some black spots appeared in the endless light. With the naked eye, black mist suddenly entangled Bloodshot's bones, and some black runes began to be generated. The runes were so mysterious, like the deepest darkness in the universe. At the same time, they were so mysterious, like a world constantly evolving.

Trius felt dizzy after only one glance. His spirit could not bear the manifestation of these runes. Immediately afterwards, he felt a blur in front of his eyes, and his entire head was actually grabbed by a claw-like hand!

Behind the pale bones, there was a pair of blood-red eyes.

In the pupils, ferocity was diffused, and the sea of blood was boiling... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation..)