Colonial Suit

Under the overcast sky, Blood瞳艰难的俯下身躯. (Blood瞳) laboriously bent down.

His legs were already numb. Although he could still feel them, their agility was greatly diminished. The damage from those two black feathers was far greater than he had imagined, and his left arm was completely numb, hanging limply by his side.

Black-armored angel, Tyrone. His attacks were absolutely untouchable.

This was the first time Blood瞳 had encountered such a tricky enemy. In the past, no matter how powerful the opponent, Blood瞳 always had some means of resistance. But Tyrone was different; his attacks directly targeted the soul. Once hit, they would inflict true damage, rendering Blood瞳's proud defenses completely useless.

Fortunately, his defense wasn't outstanding either. Blood瞳's two attacks, though hastily launched, had still punched a large hole in his abdomen, revealing no internal organs, only constantly surging black mist and cyan light spots.

Those were the lights of spirit energy. Blood瞳 could be certain that this Tyrone was definitely not a living person.

Or rather, not a pure life form.

The clouds in the sky churned, and the wind picked up…

Blood瞳 pressed his right hand on the ground, his body crouching low like a wild beast ready to pounce. He was ready to strike. When he made this posture, the energy throughout his body was in a critical state of imminent eruption, like a bomb ready to explode, full of deadly danger.

At Blood瞳's level, he no longer needed to deliberately build up momentum for battle, but once he did, it meant he had made a determination to kill!

Blood瞳, going all out, never cared about blood. Whether it was the enemy's or his own!

The Tyrone on the opposite side seemed to sense Blood瞳's change as well, and the red light in his eyes intensified. His wings fluttered slightly behind him, emitting bursts of black mist, and the greatsword in his hand slowly rose, pointing towards the sky…

With his movements, the entire mountain peak began to tremble. A large number of cyan light spots rose from the jade and quickly gathered on his body. At this moment, he was not an individual, but a collection of fallen angels. His power was the power of the fallen angel race. His will was the will of the fallen angel race.

In an instant, Blood瞳 even felt an overwhelming sense of oppression. This was a surreal intuition, sending him a dangerous signal.

But how could Blood瞳 allow himself to retreat at this moment?

The blood of battle was boiling in his veins. Blood瞳 suddenly felt that perhaps peace did not belong to him. At this time, he should be angry, he should be fierce. So what if he received feedback? So what if he was hurt? This was the warrior, either winning in the attack or perishing in the attack.

A low roar emerged from the depths of his throat, and the next moment Blood瞳 disappeared from the spot. At the same time, Tyrone on the other side also disappeared.

A gale erupted, and lightning flashed and thunder rumbled above the temple.

The speed of both of them had exceeded the limits of vision. In just an instant, they had exchanged tens of thousands of blows. Terrifying energy swept across the platform like a tsunami, tearing up the black jade in large swaths. The void was highly distorted, constantly changing its shape. Even the sky was shattered by the two of them, and the dark clouds were driven away.

That was a full-force battle at the stellar level. If it were ordinary space, it would have shattered long ago, but here, it seemed to have infinite load-bearing capacity, accommodating the clash between the two. And no matter how exaggerated the battle between the two, the black temple seemed unaffected, standing proudly in the torrent of energy.

Finally, a blood moon and a silver moon flashed simultaneously, and the two groaned at the same time, separating in an instant.

While still in mid-air, two voices sounded at the same time.

“Positron Cannon!”

“Soul Dirge!”

Two black lights crossed paths, instantly blasting the two of them away again, like two kites with broken strings.

With a loud bang, Blood瞳 fell like a cannonball, rolling all the way and plowing out a long, deep ditch. The same was true for Tyrone on the opposite side, rolling and scattering countless fragments and black feathers.

Smoke and dust exploded between the two, and countless cyan light spots flew into the sky, emitting ear-piercing screams.

When the smoke and dust settled, the entire plaza in front of the palace was a mess. Where was there a complete place besides the stone tablet where Robbie was located? The platform was overturned, revealing the deep jade veins below, and the souls of the fallen angels ascended into the sky amidst screams.

Blood瞳 was deeply embedded in a huge piece of jade. His limbs hung limply. At his shoulders, the cell modules of the positron cannon were slowly detaching, withering, and dying.

His eyes were still burning with狂热战意 (zealous fighting spirit), but his body was no longer under his control. In the brief exchange just now, he had been hit at least five times, severing his limbs and chest. At this moment, except for his head being able to turn, he had completely lost control of his body, becoming a cripple.

However, he had not suffered a loss in this exchange. Tyrone on the opposite side was in an even worse state. Not only was his body almost shattered, but his spirit energy was also weakened to the point of near extinction. The dilapidated black armor was no longer complete, his legs were partially shattered, and his left arm had completely disappeared. The only things he could retain were half of his body and one right hand, as well as the blood-red greatsword still tightly held in his right hand.

The black wings hung limply behind him, and the aura of death slowly faded.

“The battle… is not over yet…”

In extreme pain, Blood瞳 said in a low voice. Although his body was no longer under control, so what? Isn't it in desperate situations that a warrior's brilliance can bloom? His mental power highly concentrated, a black light sphere was created by him, and the next moment the light sphere turned into a black light, piercing through the black-armored angel on the opposite side!

Gravity Gun!

The powerful force field compressed in an instant, shattering Tyrone's remaining shell. But then something shocking happened. Without Tyrone, the blood-red greatsword actually floated up on its own, trembling as it flew towards the temple. Countless faces emerged on the wide blade, emitting ear-piercing screams.

A crack opened in the temple door again, and another black-armored angel appeared in Blood瞳's eyes. He was exactly the same as the previous Tyrone, except he was missing a blood-red greatsword.

Under Blood瞳's gaze, he grabbed the hilt of the sword, and then two clusters of blood-red flames lit up in his helmet.

“You won…”

He said this to Blood瞳. Then he unfolded the greatsword. “I will… keep my promise… tell you… the whereabouts of the others…”

“But you… still… must die…”

The temple door behind the angel opened with a bang, revealing the scene inside. Blood瞳 clearly saw that in the nearly infinite space inside, countless fallen angels were bound to rows of stone tablets. Their perfect faces still carried expressions of pain, but the wings on their backs hung softly.

What distinguished them from other fallen angels was that their wings were half black and half blood-red.

And in their center, there were also two small figures bound to stone tablets. Could they not be the twin siblings?

At this moment, they were quietly looking at Blood瞳, their faces full of tears.

“Blood瞳哥哥 (Blood瞳 Gege)… don't… fight anymore…”

“You'll die…”

“Really… you'll die…”