Colonial Suit

In the raging wind, Metry's wings emitted endless black light. Centered on her, the ground within a radius of hundreds of meters simultaneously rotted, softened, and transformed into a black swamp. At the same time, her power extended outwards, tightly locking onto the black shadows descending from the sky.

They were animated suits of armor, their eyes flashing with a chilling red light.

Bio-suits…

“Why…” Metry gazed at these ancient armors, a complex look flashing in her eyes. The memories of the Fallen Angels were inherited, so she naturally knew that long ago, the masters of these armors had protected them, holding up the Fallen Angels' sky. But times had changed, and she never expected that after ten thousand years, these armors would become their most terrifying enemies.

Marauders.

That was the name the Fallen Angels gave them, because they were the most terrifying existence in this world of disaster, the only monsters at the top of the food chain. But compared to the disaster itself, their purpose was not assimilation, but to plunder the Fallen Angels themselves.

They treated the Fallen Angels as food, as energy. This was no longer a secret.

So Metry had to stand up and fight for a chance for her compatriots, her daughter, to escape.

Her rotting swamp could only cover a range of hundreds of meters, but her power could extend to the sky. As long as she didn't die, these Marauders wouldn't even think about flying over her head, wouldn't even think about catching up to her companions, her daughter.

“Rot!”

“Sink!”

Metry gritted her teeth, desperately spreading the range of the dark swamp, trying to cover a wider and deeper area… Only in this way could she more effectively delay the Marauders' footsteps and buy them more time.

Metry didn't think she would be victorious, because ancient memories told her that these monsters were almost invincible! Their sturdy protein armor couldn't be penetrated even by the cannons of a starship, and their powerful bio-weapons could easily destroy planets. And even more terrifying was that these monsters had nearly unsolvable regenerative abilities and terrifying invasiveness. Once, her own race had followed behind them, opening up a vast starry sky.

But now, she had to stop them…

Even if only for a few minutes.

The dark swamp began to spread, making gurgling sounds. Anyone who stepped into the swamp would be trapped by the gelatinous sludge and then pulled underground. At the same time, those locked on by Metry had to pass through the swamp to move freely. This was Metry's innate ability, and it had never disappointed her.

The few Marauders were the same.

They landed in front of Metry, tilting their heads to size her up, as if pondering something. But soon, one Marauder became impatient and pounced on Metry, and a powerful fist slammed heavily into Metry's abdomen.

Metry bent over in pain, but nothing came out. She hadn't eaten anything for days, so how could she have vomit?

But compared to the pain, she was more concerned about the Marauder's feet, desperately controlling the swamp to entangle them. The Fallen Angels' abilities were outstanding, and she succeeded. Seeing a trace of black sludge appearing on the Marauder's ankle, a hint of a smile appeared on Metry's dirty face.

“You will sink in the swamp, rot in the darkness,” she said to the Marauder, as if it were a curse.

The Marauder punched Metry in the abdomen again.

A mouthful of blood spurted from Metry's mouth, and she groaned in pain, but a hint of regret appeared in her eyes. What a pity, how wonderful it would be if this blood could be left for her daughter?

She didn't think any further, because pain overwhelmed her.

The Marauder who had grabbed her didn't care about being restrained at all, and just punched her again and again, tormenting her. The terrifying brute force constantly struck Metry's abdomen, almost piercing her through. But each time it was just right, so as not to kill her. They repeated this mechanically, and in just a moment, Metry was tortured to the point of being on her last breath.

At this time, Metry was also unable to support the dark swamp, and could only let several Marauders escape. But she was still relatively gratified, because two minutes had passed. With the Fallen Angels' abilities, it was enough to find a hiding place in this land of disaster. Having fought against the Marauders for so long, the Fallen Angels had learned how to preserve themselves and avoid their natural enemies.

A cracking sound came from her ear, and Metry knew that her arm had been broken, followed by her leg, and then her wings.

This was the Marauder's habitual procedure, and then it would wrap Metry up and take her back to its lair as prey. It wouldn't kill Metry, because only a living Fallen Angel was the food and power source that the bio-suits needed most.

The intense mental fluctuations and negative emotions emitted by the Fallen Angels before their death were the most effective way to contaminate and strengthen their cells.

“You… won't succeed…” Metry gasped in pain, while groaning softly, as if mocking, or as if giving herself confidence.

But she didn't get an answer. In fact, the Marauders didn't care about her behavior at all. To them, Metry was equivalent to prey, and who would care what prey said? What's more, the feral bio-suits only retained their fighting instincts and invasive consciousness, and were not good at intelligence.

But their next actions made Metry's eyes widen suddenly.

Because, they actually took out a special instrument and put a part of Metry's flesh and blood into it. Soon, Metry's unique mental fluctuations came from inside!

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“No!!”

Metry suddenly became agitated, she knew what the Marauders were going to do. These terrifying monsters had actually learned how to track Fallen Angels! In the long process of evolution, they were not stagnant. Although they lacked intelligence, their evolutionary consciousness and sense of crisis inherited from their genes were not behind. They had actually found a way to track Fallen Angels.

God… if they succeeded, wouldn't all Fallen Angels become their food from now on?

At the thought of this, Metry became agitated, struggling desperately, mobilizing her few remaining soul powers. But what was the use? As a carrier of evil thoughts, she had long been exhausted from torture and could not stop the Marauders' actions at all.

So she could only watch helplessly, watching the Marauders distinguish the direction of the Fallen Angels' escape from the fluctuations, and then planning to chase after them.

Metry's helpless gaze looked towards the sky, her heart full of despair…

Salvation, where is it?

Her mind gradually blurred, and in a daze, Metry vaguely saw the sky divided into two halves, and a bright but gentle blue light appeared on the horizon. It seemed to be a spaceship, or a magnificent palace. In the blue light, the Marauder grabbing Metry suddenly screamed, as if suffering the most terrible pain and fear.

Is it God?

Metry struggled to raise her head, revealing a hint of a smile. She wanted to use her most beautiful side to welcome her salvation.

Although, she thought it was just an illusion. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.).