Colonial Suit

With a deafening boom, the sky above Wengeler trembled violently, and a massive hole, hundreds of kilometers in diameter, appeared in the vast sky. The Void City's heavy shields were pierced by a single blow, and Saboyar was sent flying like a meteor.

This was the power of his full-force strike, and its force was naturally astonishing. In fact, if not for the burly man's deflection, this strike would have pierced through the surface of the Void City, causing far greater damage. As it was, while the damage was still considerable, it directed the force outwards into the void, giving Saboyar a moment to catch his breath.

In the void, Saboyar flew for thousands of kilometers before stabilizing himself. Beneath his shattered armor, deep, bone-revealing wounds were everywhere, and blood gushed out uncontrollably. But his gaze remained fierce, like an injured bear, filled with rage and impulsiveness.

Saboyar was, after all, a combat elite of the Sasha race, and in recent years, he had followed Saros on countless expeditions. When had he ever suffered such a loss? Who the strange, burly man was didn't matter; what mattered was that Saboyar absolutely couldn't swallow this humiliation.

He was always overbearing and domineering, and he would never allow anyone to be more domineering than him.

Filled with hatred, Saboyar's mind was consumed by violence. Finally, with a roar, he transformed into a streak of light and charged downwards.

He wanted to see who was stronger, himself or the strange man.

The weak have no right to exist, and the strong have no obligation to explain! From the moment he became aware, he knew that so-called justice and fairness ultimately came down to who had the stronger fist!!

Planetary-level energy erupted instantly, and Saboyar transformed into a giant ball of light hundreds of kilometers in diameter. The resulting chain reaction of rules caused the surrounding void to distort. This attack threatened to obliterate half of the Void City. But Saboyar didn't care at all; in his simple mind, his master would take care of any mistakes he made. All he had to do was crush all enemies!

But he forgot. The Sasha race was still a place with rules.

To maintain the universe's 'peace and justice' and continue to attract outsiders to join, the Sasha race had to maintain its image at all costs. He could accidentally damage a small area, but if his actions threatened the Void City, he would be stopped, even if his master, Saros, was involved!!

So, despite Saboyar's impressive display, he was stopped by a beam of light just as he entered the outer reaches of the Void City. Then, a man appeared silently before him, blocking his charging sphere of light with just one hand.

Within the sphere of light, Saboyar struggled desperately, his face contorted.

"Who is it? Why are you stopping me?"

"This is Wengeler, a peaceful zone. Conqueror, you have violated the laws of the clan," a slender man said, his palm pressing mercilessly on Saboyar's sphere of light. Layers of rules spread like tree roots, instantly imprisoning Saboyar within. The lockdown was so tight that even sub-space was forbidden.

It was the guardian of Wengeler, a high-ranking member of the clan with pseudo-stellar strength.

Like the Boca clan, the Sasha race also had unfathomable foundations. There were not many such clan members, but there were not a few either. They were the essence accumulated over countless years. To obtain the power of a pseudo-star, they had undergone countless modifications, losing the ability to reproduce and continue evolving, but they also possessed power. Every main Void City of the Sasha race had their presence, protecting the Sasha race's property from invasion.

Of course, compared to Saboyar, the guardian's status was not high. Because they could not evolve and had short lifespans, they were just consumables on the modification assembly line. They could not be compared to Saboyar, who could evolve.

But power does not lie. As long as Saboyar did not reach the stellar level, he could not suppress these guardians. Nor could he do whatever he wanted.

"Get out of my way! I want to kill him! I must kill him!" Imprisoned, Saboyar became furious, like a wounded monster bear, radiating endless ferocity from the inside out. "Don't stop me, Guardian. If you insist on doing this, you will face the wrath of Lord Saros! My Lord's dignity cannot be violated, don't force me!!"

"I am following procedure," the guardian said impassively, without a trace of emotion. "If this angers Lord Saros, then that is his problem. But you, don't even think about going in!"

"What? He was fighting in the city too! That hole was made by him! Why don't you arrest him!?" Saboyar had lost his mind and didn't know what he was saying.

But the guardian seemed to know who he was referring to and replied calmly, "Mr. Singel is a servant of Lady Lier. He has the right to use force in the city, and this has been permitted by Lord Sabos. If you have any objections, please complain to Lord Sabos. But before that, you have two choices: one, retreat; two, be killed by me."

"Even if you are Lord Saros's subordinate, there is no exemption."

"You!?"

Saboyar's eyes were about to burst, and he wished he could kill the guardian immediately. But he knew that was impossible, because according to the Sasha race's regulations, guardians performing their duties had the power of arbitration and execution. Even he had no special privileges.

So, he could only glare at the other party fiercely, and after a long time, he spat hatefully.

"You will regret this."

"Emotions are not worth recalling," the guardian replied, releasing the lockdown. Then, he watched as Saboyar quickly left.

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Only after Saboyar's figure completely disappeared from his perception did he sigh softly.

"One month, thirty-six of them. When will this end?"

Muttering to himself, he shook his head and his body disappeared into the void.

At the same time, on the ninth beach of Saboler, on the embankment, Singel suddenly knelt on one knee, and the scars on his body burst open, spraying dazzling arrows of blood.

Despite his imposing appearance in the previous conflict, he was actually seriously injured. Saboyar was a planetary-level being, while he was only a meteor-level being. The reason he took the initiative was only because he had awakened planetary-level energy and could possess planetary-level power in a very short time. In addition, with the 'vector' rules he had first comprehended, he had managed to knock the other party away in one fell swoop.

Unfortunately, as the most basic rule in the universe, 'vector' was not something he could fully control. He only understood the basics and could extend some derivative rules from it. He was still far from the real 'vector'.

In terms of data, his vector was severely limited, not only were there restrictions on the types of forces he could manipulate, but also on the range, attributes, direction, and even levels. While performing 'refraction', 'reflection', and 'changing trajectory', his body would also suffer 60%-80% of the force's damage!

It was truly killing a thousand enemies while sacrificing eight hundred of your own!! (To be continued...)