Colonial Suit

The void was vast, and a giant steel planet slowly rotated. Through a shield resembling an atmosphere, one could see the busy aircraft and the constantly rising buildings within.

Saijeste, the Second Void City, once the Saijeste mech construction factory, was now a human supply base.

On the planet's surface, a large number of mechanical buildings spewed thick black smoke, like ancient steam engines, but in reality, sparks flickered inside the planet, with countless mechanical arms working busily.

They combined and pieced together large modules, gradually assembling the form of a warship: a huge bow, sturdy frontal armor, and an exaggeratedly violent tail engine, precisely the most commonly used, most consumed, and most domineering heavy assault ship of humanity.

On one side of the underground factory, some tall Saijeste people were also busy, assembling weapons on the warships while revealing complex gazes.

It was these heavy assault ships that had crushed their initial defenses, so their mood was quite understandable. But now they had become vassals of humanity, and even if they resisted, they had to continue working for humanity, for their own race, working hard.

Above them, on a protruding, fully enclosed platform, the Speaker put down his wine glass, took out a cigar, and lit it.

"How many have been completed?"

"One hundred twenty-seven thousand three hundred and seventeen. And the second batch of improved models has also entered the production line," a voice behind him answered, that of Councilor Sal Jones. He flipped through the data on his smart device, and said with some dissatisfaction, "The speed is still too slow. How can we achieve an overwhelming advantage at this speed? The next thing we have to face is not a second-rate civilization like Saijeste."

"Haha..." The Speaker suddenly laughed, shaking his head repeatedly. "Saijeste is an ancient cosmic noble, and only a guy like you would call them a second-rate civilization. But you're right, this production speed really can't meet our consumption needs. Unless... we can have channels to obtain more resources."

"Are you saying?"

"There's a sucker waving at me, and I smell the scent of gold coins."

"You should go write fantasy novels, my Honorable Speaker."

"That is my eternal pursuit, dear Councilor. But before that, let's prepare to attend Xie's banquet. I know he can't wait to ascend the shining throne. But before that, he needs strength. Even if this strength comes from a race he sees as lowly." The Speaker said seemingly jokingly, but the word 'lowly' carried a hint of disdain.

He was qualified to do so, because even Xie would not have imagined that everything he was doing now was already within the Speaker's plan.

Ambition is the cornerstone of motivation... and when it comes to cultivating and spreading ambition, who is more proficient than humans? You know, in this universe, humans are the most emotionally rich race...

Lowly creatures. From the moment they crawled out of the swamp, they grasped the weaknesses of themselves and other lives.

"The Boca race has indeed fallen," Sal Jones sighed, putting down his smart device. "According to our inside sources, a decadent atmosphere is sweeping through the clan, with narcotics and dark deals rampant. They are enjoying the war dividends created by their ancestors, but they don't know that a new war is imminent."

"That's what we need. If the Boca race was still like the ancient legends, what opportunity would we have?"

The Speaker opened the wine cabinet next to him, took out a bottle of red wine, and shook it at Sal Jones. "A glass?"

"No, help yourself." Sal Jones rubbed his brow. "I don't have that good of a mood, but I think we won't have time to relax next. The war in the Third World is about to begin, and the war in the Fourth and Fifth Worlds is already underway. Some of our countries and forces are implementing the plan. And the Black Tide has already spread to these areas."

"The flames of war will ignite in thirteen hundred hours. A large number of lives will be sacrificed to steel and flames, planets will be destroyed, and the earth will be barren. I can almost hear the wails of the elderly and children."

"It won't be that exaggerated, old fellow. I will control the scope of the war." The Speaker poured himself a glass of wine, then, with a cigar in his mouth, swayed it gently.

The bright red wine slowly slid down the glass wall, looking like blood.

"We must also control the process. Otherwise, we will become enemies of the universe, like the ancient Krodirs."

"There's no need to worry too much about this." Sal Jones picked up the smart device again and flipped through it a few times. "The known intelligence shows that the current cosmic situation is very chaotic. Too much 'peace' has bred countless contradictions, conflicts between various races and civilizations, especially the differences between low-level and high-level worlds, have accumulated too much resentment in the universe. In addition, with the disappearance of the legendary Nine Heavens, these evil thoughts cannot be recycled, eventually forming pollution."

"We have been preparing for this day for a long time, so even if the war spreads, most civilizations will find that we are not the ones who provoked the conflict, and even most wars have nothing to do with us."

"We are just a group of lowly creatures, a group of powerless, insignificant victims."

"That's the result we need... Sal Jones. Your execution has always been something I trust, so keep doing it. As for me... I'm afraid I'll be very busy during this time. The big cake of the Boca race is waiting for me, and it will satisfy my small appetite."

"Should we notify the Sasha race?" Sal Jones asked.

"No need. Even if we don't notify them, they would have known long ago, but the Boca race will definitely defend against them tightly. So this feast has nothing to do with them, they can see it, but they can't eat it." The Speaker waved his hand and got up to walk towards the door. At this moment, a large warship had been waiting for a long time in the void city's spaceport. Three hours later, this large warship would appear in Xie's territory, bringing the Speaker's greetings.

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Of course, this also means the prelude to the feast.

"Contact our allies, it's time to launch. After obtaining the resources accumulated by the Boca race, we will have enough resources to complete the war preparations for the Second World. So if they also want to taste a little bit of the scraps, they'd better move quickly and stir up the water."

"I will notify them, Honorable Speaker, your will shall be executed most resolutely." Sal Jones stood up, put one hand on his chest, and saluted the Speaker's back.

"For humanity."

"No, for all life."

The Speaker corrected with a chuckle, and then disappeared at the door. At the same time, outside Xie's territory, a streamlined spaceship was emerging from the void, and a large number of energy lines extended out of nothing, outlining a beautiful hull. Blood瞳 sat in the captain's seat, flipping through the smart device boredly.

"Looks like we're a little early. The old guy hasn't arrived yet."

"Big shots naturally need to be a little reserved when they appear, as for us, let's not worry about it, shall we?" Robbie said from behind, with a faint smile on his face.

"In comparison, I'm more interested in the reward that Xie will pay us."(To be continued..)