Colonial Suit

Why!

Why are Croldiers appearing here!

Trius's mind was in a haze, screaming wildly in his heart. This is impossible!

The Croldiers have disappeared for ten thousand years! Ten thousand years! Any life would have died out! Their kingdom has long been destroyed, and the fruits of their civilization have been divided. No Croldier would survive! Their flesh has rotted and disappeared, and even the psionic particles have scattered into the cosmic starry sky.

What's more, the Croldiers don't even have psionic power!

As an elite of a top civilization, Trius would of course know what Croldiers are. They are just experimental products, a kind of creation used for consumption! Their flesh and civilization are all a pile of carbohydrates. Their appearance is to be cannon fodder! Although the Croldiers finally escaped their destiny, their essence will still not change. They have no souls and are not true life. Therefore, terms such as psionic reshaping, possession, and reincarnation in occultism are not for them.

Compared with life in the true sense, they can never be resurrected. They are disposable consumables. From appearance to death, they exist only for the will of their masters. That is their only value.

But why are they appearing here? This is not common sense!

Memory cannot provide Trius with answers. But his eyes will not mistake them. This unyielding, this fanaticism, this indescribable fighting spirit and pride, is the hallmark of the Croldiers. There are countless war-capable civilizations in this universe, but only the Croldiers are referred to as a fighting race! It's not because they are so powerful, but because of their unique temperament and persistence!

The name 'fighting race' is the universe's respect and honor for them!

"Croldier... Conqueror..."

Trius muttered through gritted teeth, his eyes burning with desperate madness.

This is all an illusion, he told himself. So what if they are Croldier Conquerors? They were defeated by their own kind in the distant Great Chaos Era, so today will be no exception. What's more, the will of the universe is on his side!

It is the supreme of the universe, so it can turn its spiritual puppets into reality. Can the monster opposite do it too?

The so-called summoning is just a joke!

Thinking of this, Trius regained his confidence. He straightened his chest. Black mist filled the sky, but he pointed his finger directly at the blood pupils, issuing an attack order to his subordinate spiritual puppets.

The cosmic will above seemed to understand Trius's intention, and suddenly changed the rules again, erecting crystal walls of infinite height around the battlefield between the two. This is the highest solidification of the positive space rules. Once completed, it can never be opened unless the battle in the battlefield is decided. All spatial techniques are ineffective within the crystal wall. Not to mention contacting and obtaining supplies from the anti-space.

This is also a countermeasure of the cosmic will against the abyss. The crystal wall is Trius and its home field. The power of the abyss is weakened again.

This is an unfair battle, but how much fairness is there in this world? Blood Pupil being forced out of the power of the abyss was an accident. The previous few times he used the power of the abyss, he was in a special environment, but this time he can no longer avoid it!

Either defeat the combined force of the cosmic will and Trius. Or, be annihilated in the light of positive energy!

In the black mist. Blood Pupil still maintained the posture of inserting his hands into the earth, and the surging power of the abyss continued to pour into the ground, constantly spreading the dark source land for him. He is also creating his own home field. Catalyzing the mystery of the sea of blood!

The rest, naturally, will be completed by the Croldiers!!

It can be said that, from a certain perspective, the abyss and the cosmic will are equal. There is no reason why the abyss cannot do what the cosmic will can do! Just like this magical spiritual transformation, the only difference is that the cosmic will transforms spiritual puppets, another form of spiritual particles. And he transforms heroic spirits!

The Croldiers have no souls! All they have are heroic spirits. In other words...

War Souls!

Few people know that in the long history of the Croldiers, titles changed rapidly due to rapid metabolism. Often, a title would disappear after only a very short time. The reason lies in the death of the owner. However, there are two names that have never changed. One is the unnamed 'King'. And the other is the self-proclaimed strongest ruler of the universe, 'Hades'.

Hades is not Dirk, although it was Dirk who gained the glory of being the strongest in the universe. But it existed long before Dirk. And it has always occupied an important position within the Croldier clan.

The reason is that he is in charge of the most important resting place of the Croldiers... 'Netherworld'.

A Croldier warrior has no soul from birth. They must fight, and can only fight. Only by fanatically being loyal to battle and enthusiastically fighting can they gradually generate their own mark in battle. This mark will not dissipate, but will only be transferred to the underworld after they die in battle. Gaining eternal life.

In Croldier, only Hades's 'Netherworld' and the King's 'Sea of Blood' can retain heroic spirits. Gaining a trace of rest for the Croldiers who died in battle. Only truly powerful warriors can catalyze war souls and escape the manipulation of fate.

No one knows how to awaken these heroic spirits. Let alone materialize them.

But today, on this barren battlefield, Blood Pupil materialized the war souls for the first time. This is something that Trius would not understand, and even the Croldier wise men have only imagined in their research...

When the war souls return to the world, what will they bring?

In the black mist. A burly figure moved his limbs and tilted his head to look at the spiritual puppets below. His gaze was disdainful, as if he were looking at a group of ignorant wastes. But the burning fighting spirit was telling everyone that even if they were wastes, he wouldn't mind moving around.

After the long years in the sea of blood, his body was about to rust.

Fighting... only fighting, beautiful, fanatical, fierce, boiling fighting... is his world.

In the black mist, a set of ancient colonial equipment appeared outside his body, covered with mottled marks and scars. The biological lasers on his shoulders were broken, and even the particle cannon on his chest was cut by a deep scar. The only weapons he possessed were two long super-wave blades. But even so, he still felt it was a bit redundant.

The disdain in his eyes gradually dissipated, and he finally bent down, revealing a serious look.

The next moment, he suddenly disappeared in place, and a crescent-shaped blade light suddenly swept across the entire field!!

The light has not arrived, but the person has already passed! When the blade light flashed, a spiritual puppet stared blankly at his body. In extreme horror...

Divided into two segments. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation..)