Colonial Suit

As the words left his mouth, Bloodshot felt his body sink, as if he had been thrown into an abyss. The presence of the ** disappeared abruptly, followed by endless suffocation. He was scrutinized and oppressed by a mysterious yet incomparably majestic force, as if it wanted to crush his very soul.

Blood seeped from Bloodshot's mouth and nose simultaneously, and his whole being was as if struck by lightning!

Promises should not be made lightly!

At Bloodshot's level, every word and action could align with the rules. His aura, his soul, his will, were all closely connected to the mysteries of the unseen. Fate was no longer elusive but a tangible force affecting his life. How could his promise to the Fallen Angel race not trigger karmic consequences in the unseen?

One must understand that not everyone can bear these consequences. Just like some insignificant cats and dogs, even if they make promises, it won't have any impact because they lack the ability and are not influenced by fate.

But Bloodshot was different. He had the ability and was watched by fate. Therefore, his promise was equivalent to placing himself in the Fallen Angels' position, bearing the power of fate on their behalf!

One person, replacing an entire race!

With a thud, Bloodshot involuntarily knelt on one knee, his eyes still unfocused.

His body and soul were experiencing a fracture. His body was enduring the backlash of the rules, and his soul was enduring the backlash of fate. If he could withstand it, he would complete the karmic cycle on behalf of the Fallen Angel race. If he couldn't, he might lose his mind and become a useless wreck.

In the face of fate, there was no high or low status, no difference in identity. The only things that mattered were the resilience and purity of the soul.

In the distant past, the Krodel people relied on their large numbers and strong will to take on this karmic burden. Could Bloodshot do it? With just him alone?

Without a doubt, it was an impossible task.

The karmic burden of the Fallen Angel race was the heaviest burden in the universe, because it was not just the karma of one race but the evil thoughts and sins of the entire universe. Even the Krodel of old exhausted their entire race's strength. What confidence did Bloodshot have now? His strength was no greater than that of the ancient dominators, and his will was not necessarily purer than that of the battle-hardened Krodel.

However… there was one thing he had that the Krodel did not.

That was the Abyss…

Black mist surged, and mysterious runes reappeared on Bloodshot's skin. The Abyss, dormant deep within him, sensed Bloodshot's pressure and consciously awakened. Although Bloodshot was not conscious enough to control it at this moment, it instinctively took over Bloodshot's pressure out of its rejection of the positive universe and its very nature.

In just an instant, Bloodshot regained clarity. At the same time, he saw the black mist surrounding him.

He frowned slightly, feeling that the power of the Abyss had weakened. The karmic burden of the Fallen Angel race was too abnormal. Even his Abyss power was as if it had gone through a great battle. But this was also to be expected. After all, this was the sin and evil of the entire universe, and even if the Abyss was powerful, only a small portion could be attached to Bloodshot. Bearing these burdens would certainly come at a price.

But these sacrifices were worth it.

When Bloodshot stood up and opened his eyes again, he found that all the Fallen Angels had changed.

Although they were still weak and scantily clad, there was a wonderful radiance emanating from within, as if they had been reborn. No longer could pain and sorrow be seen on their faces, but rather a sense of relief.

A beautiful girl stood up and flapped her wings slightly. Her aura began to rise, rapidly ascending from the Meteor level to the Comet level, and then to the Meteorite level…

A Fallen Angel warrior appeared before Bloodshot in this way, from weak to strong, as if by a miracle.

And there were nearly a hundred such warriors.

"You…"

"This is the ability of the Fallen Angel race," Mayberyl said with a complicated expression. "When someone takes over our evil thoughts and sins, we can draw strength from them. Therefore, the Fallen Angel race is a race that cannot survive independently. We need a strong person to shield us from the wind and rain. Only in this way can we be reborn under the wings of a strong person."

"From beginning to end, countless races have been interested in our abilities, but only you are truly willing to give us everything, willing to take over our sins."

"The great Krodel."

Mayberyl knelt on one knee, her greatsword planted in front of her. A pair of gray wings suddenly stretched out, like a battle flag in the wind.

"Lord Hades! Ten thousand years ago, your race bore our pain, and now, you have brought us salvation. Please allow me to join your command and become a part of your strength, to act as an ancient ally and fulfill a sacred duty."

"I, Mayberyl, am willing to offer my humble loyalty here."

"We are willing to offer our humble loyalty here!"

Behind Mayberyl, all the Fallen Angels knelt on one knee, making an ancient vow, even Metri's young daughter, with a serious expression on her small face, solemnly repeated the words.

Looking at these young and beautiful faces, Bloodshot was silent for a long time. After a long while, he reached out and patted Mayberyl's shoulder.

"Your loyalty is by no means humble."

"I accept your request. Our alliance will continue, until eternity."

"Thank you for your guidance, Lord Hades," Mayberyl said excitedly. "I will immediately go to the Doomsday Volcano to gather the remaining members of this shard. I believe they have also received your salvation and are gradually regaining their strength."

"Go," Bloodshot waved his hand and turned to look at the sky. "I need to leave for a while. I will take you away from this shard after you have finished gathering. I believe that by that time, I will have also found the location of the other shards."

"I can also sense the location of some other shards," Mayberyl said hesitantly, her face darkening. "But some shards have been completely destroyed. I sense that the people on them have been assimilated."

"We cannot recover what has been lost, but we can save the rest," Bloodshot replied, his eyes flashing with a firm light. "The Nine Heavens must be rebuilt, starting from these tiny fragments."

"Yes," Mayberyl replied loudly, her right hand across her chest.

The next moment, Bloodshot soared into the sky, flying towards the heavens…

At the same time, in other shards of the Chaos, Fallen Angels were emerging from their shelters one by one. They looked at their hands, feeling the power growing within them, and each of them revealed expressions of disbelief, joy, and fanaticism.

"Who… has initiated salvation?"

"Who? Has borne our sins?"

"Could it be that the Nine Heavens are finally about to be reborn? Will our race once again obtain that supreme glory?"

The Fallen Angels embraced each other, their faces covered in tears.

Behind these Fallen Angels, there was an unusual Fallen Angel, wearing broken armor, emerging from the shelter. Unlike the many beautiful Fallen Angels, she had a long scar on her face, marring her appearance. And her armor had countless scars, like accumulated medals.

Amidst the joyful cries of the many Fallen Angels, she simply raised her head quietly, letting the breeze lift her long hair.

"I… can return to the battlefield again?" (To be continued…)