Colonial Suit

In the sky, the black hole and the halo confronted each other silently. Neither the Speaker nor the Divine Envoy spoke. After a long time, the Divine Envoy's voice finally came out again, filled with anger.

"This is the last time, despicable humans. Don't let me catch you again next time, or even your authority won't be able to stop the spread of destruction."

As he spoke, the halo flashed brightly, forcibly driving the black hole away. All the Boca people felt a blur before their eyes, and they returned to the original battlefield. When they looked up again, where were the shadows of the black hole and the halo? If it weren't for the large hole pressed out by that finger, everyone would have thought it was a dream.

However, at the same time, on the human mothership, separated by an unknown distance, the Speaker's expression suddenly tightened, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. At the same time, the vortex in his left eye collapsed with a bang, and a line of blood seeped from the corner of his eye.

The garden door opened at some unknown time, and Councilor Sal Jones walked in again. He frowned slightly as he looked at the somewhat desolate Speaker. "I warned you, don't get too excited."

"I'm sorry." The Speaker breathed lightly a few times, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingers, and covered his constantly bleeding left eye with his hand. He slowly sat back in his armchair. "But please forgive an old man's willfulness."

"..." Sal Jones was silent, and after a while, he walked over and released a little gray energy to float over the Speaker's left eye.

"Your injury is very serious. Is that Divine Envoy that powerful?"

"It's just that my rules are not perfect yet. Besides, that's still his home field." The Speaker replied with a wry smile. "In terms of strength, I estimate he's only in the middle to upper range of the black hole level, not unsolvable."

"But the power you've accumulated has been consumed a lot again. If this goes on, your body..." Sal Jones frowned.

"I'll be careful." The Speaker interrupted Sal Jones. "Besides, this is my private matter."

"You can let Muse..."

"The Montberto family doesn't need help."

"You..." Sal Jones was speechless, but in the end, it was just a sigh. "You Montberto family members have such a bad temper, but that's why you're trustworthy. I respect your choice, but what about Bass? Are you just going to let him go like this, or use some of my inventory? Don't forget, when he first entered the Stellar level, I did a sampling on him. His psionic particles should still be preserved in my database."

"Bass..."

The Speaker fell silent. He trembled as he walked to Bass's side and reached out to touch his bald head. The movement was very gentle, as if stroking a sleeping child.

After a long time, he spoke again.

"It's useless, Sal Jones. Bass was pierced through the cranial cavity from the back of his head by the Boca people. His Sea of Qi and Sea of Consciousness have been destroyed, and his psionic template has also been severely damaged. You and I both know the Boca people's light energy attributes. It's impossible to reshape Bass's psionic body."

"Or rather, we humans can't do it with our technology."

"We can always try." Sal Jones persuaded. "At least Bass has a very strong willpower. If he can hold on, maybe the psionic template can still..."

"That would only be a defective product. A puppet without will, only with an appearance. I believe if Bass were still alive, he would not want to become like that." The Speaker shook his head, interrupting Sal Jones. "In fact, the psionic field has always been a mystery in this universe, and only races with ancient foundations can understand it. Our human foundation is too shallow."

"Forget it, let him rest well. In fact, being able to sleep so soundly is also a kind of happiness."

The Speaker finally sighed and waved his hand.

"Go, Sal Jones. I want to stay here with him. Don't look at this kid being stubborn, but I know he's always been bitter inside. He's been lonely since the day his patriarch died. His rudeness and暴躁 are just a disguise. I've never dissuaded him. It's also because these emotions will bring him strength."

"But now... there's no need for it anymore."

"I will accompany him, to complete this final journey, fulfilling the duty of a... Grand Patriarch..."

The Speaker's voice grew lower and lower, but the bloodstains in his left eye became clearer, even seeping out from between his fingers, dripping little by little on Bass's face, merging with Bass's original bloodstains, no longer separate from each other.

The air was filled with a sense of sadness. Sal Jones silently watched the Speaker, and finally shook his head speechlessly.

This is the foundation of the Montberto family, stubborn, strong, and a consistent will. Sal Jones didn't know if the Speaker would leave a legacy in the future, but at this moment, he seemed to see the ancient heartbeat of the Montberto family, this heartbeat that rang from the moment humans stepped into the starry sky, accompanying human growth, and would continue to beat.

This is inheritance...

Sal Jones thought, walking towards the door.

He knew there was no need to persuade him. The people of the Montberto family were like this, stubborn as rocks. But that's exactly why they were able to get to where they are today, with eternal glory.

In the garden, only the Speaker and Bass were left, their figures swaying in the moonlight, gradually... sinking into darkness.

Outside the garden, Sal Jones walked step by step towards the bridge, intending to modify the course, but before he could take a few steps, a violent tremor suddenly came from under his feet, and the entire battleship shook. A light curtain suddenly opened in front of him, and the figure of a detection personnel appeared inside.

"What happened?" Sal Jones asked.

"Space is greatly distorted, and an unknown section has appeared in front of the fleet!" The crew member replied in the light curtain, his tone anxious. "The fleet has lost power, we are sinking!"

"That's impossible!" Sal Jones suddenly raised his head, and a terrifying light shot out from his eyes. "If it's a section, why didn't I feel anything? And there's no abnormality in the space partition below, how could it sink?"

"Unless..."

Before Sal Jones could finish speaking, the light curtain in front of him suddenly went out, and the entire battleship rolled over. Immediately afterward, his eyes went dark, the battleship lost all power, and even the internal lights could not be maintained. A large number of pipes burst, spewing out various toxic gases. The battleship lost control in an instant.

Looking around, in the darkness, the battleship seemed to have come to the end of the world, with objects and human bodies flying everywhere. Some clones without power were scattered and hit like baseballs. Several even crashed into Sal Jones.

Sal Jones's face changed suddenly. He pushed away the clones that were crashing into him and flew quickly towards the bridge.

He had to figure out what was going on. Why didn't even his intuition give a warning?

If it was a spatial section, what was the matter with the intact spatial partition?

If it was an enemy attack, where were the enemies?

He had to figure it out before a bigger riot occurred... While flying at high speed, Sal Jones thought with a livid face. (To be continued...)