Colonial Suit

In the days that followed, Li'er settled down in Wengeler, spending her days playing, strolling, and doing nothing. There were still many flies, but Singer used them as whetstones. As Singer steadily approached the planetary level, Saros's prying into her ended, as if he had forgotten about her. Even the Sage Sapos, who contacted her every now and then, quietly disappeared without a trace.

Li'er knew, however, that everything had been set in motion, and what was coming was about to arrive.

But before that, the Sasha clan still had some preparations to make.

Third World, Manbrit Starfield.

In the vast starry sky, a boundless nebula stretched out slowly, like a river spanning the stars, indescribably magnificent and moving. Ancient stars were still spewing out heat, making their last contribution to this starfield. The black tide had quietly infiltrated here, and in the near future, this starfield would become a historical term.

However, the tens of thousands of planets in the starfield were unaware of all this. Primitive natives were still growing naturally, working in the sun every day, running in the fields, striving to continue their lives. They did not know that disaster had already arrived, nor did they know that their lives had entered a countdown in the time of the universe.

On the planet Kakajel, an ancient rock was slowly moving, crushing ore with its hard claws and absorbing it into its body. Its shell was covered with scratches and moss, clearly having experienced a long time. Around it, vibrant carbon-based life, some strange-looking beasts, were also roaring and running. Dark jungles, red fields, and various bizarre plants were growing, trying to indulge in their last moments of life.

But none of them knew. At this moment, in the starry sky outside the planet, a vortex was slowly forming, and then, a black-haired man with shawl hair walked out. It was Saros, wearing a blood-red cloak trimmed with gold. Inside was black armor. As soon as he came out, he locked his eyes on the planet Kakajel, a cold smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

"As expected... there are plenty of prey here. The ecology is also very primitive. It seems that this breakthrough of the world barrier was worth it."

Saying that, Saros shook his wrist, and a void figure appeared beside him. He had a head of disheveled gray hair, wearing a dirty white robe, looking without any dignity. But Saros was very respectful to him, and greeted him respectfully as soon as he appeared.

"Good day, Great Chief Sage Napolitt."

This white-haired old man was actually the Chief Sage?

If outsiders heard this, they would not believe their ears. The Sasha clan inherited part of the Krodel social structure. The position of Sage originated from this. Each of them was the essence accumulated by the Sasha clan for many years, and can be said to be the cornerstone of the Sasha clan. But was the title of Chief Sage so easy to call? You must know that even in the ancient era of great chaos, the pinnacle of biological civilization, Krodel, there was only one Chief Sage, and only one was allowed!

Such an important figure, was this the sloppy old man?

But the fact was so, so even in the face of Saros's greetings, the old man just glanced at him vaguely and nodded indifferently.

"Here. Is this the No. 736 ranching ground?"

"Yes. Great Chief Sage," Saros replied politely, with a hint of indescribable closeness in his tone.

Few people knew that he owed his present to this white-haired old man, who gave him life and strength. It was also he who modulated himself into the seventh ruler of the Sasha clan, bearing the seeds of destiny. It can be said that without this old man, there would be no name of Saros.

Perhaps, it was like a father.

Saros thought so, his eyes becoming more gentle.

The white-haired old man on the opposite side rubbed his messy hair and said annoyedly, "How many times have I said, don't add the prefix 'Great' when addressing me. I haven't reached that level yet. Don't let people laugh."

"Who dares to laugh?" Saros's eyes flashed, and he said calmly, "He will become the dust of the universe."

"Oh well, it's just like that, it's enough for you to know it yourself. Alas, your character is really a headache, I don't know where it came from." The white-haired old man rubbed his messy hair again annoyedly, finally shifting his attention to the planet below. After testing it a few times with an instrument, he said.

"Looks good, it's worth us preparing for so long. Saros, how many such planets are there in this starfield?"

"One thousand three hundred and thirty-two," Saros said with certainty after scanning slightly with his thoughts. "They are all in similar states. But more than three hundred of them have evolved intelligent life, and nine have entered the social process."

The so-called social process is the emergence of countries and technology, and the development to a certain level of planets. Similar to most civilizations in the universe. But in the eyes of the two people at this moment, it was just a number.

"Not bad, the environment here is specially set up, very suitable for the production of life." Sage Napolitt scratched his head. "I wanted to ranch for a while longer, and wait for more intelligent life to appear before harvesting, but I didn't expect the Boka clan's civil war to be so fast, time waits for no one."

"Yes," Saros replied calmly. "If it weren't for the Boka clan's civil war, we wouldn't have the opportunity to carry out the Alpha Project. These ranching grounds would have been sealed all the time to avoid being discovered by the Boka people."

"But now we don't need to be afraid of them anymore. The ridiculous Crown Prince Xie, he will never know that while he is fighting for the Boka throne, our Sasha clan is already preparing to enter a new stage. The resources of these ranching grounds are enough for us to create the perfect Mother Nest."

"No, no, no, not just the Mother Nest, but also you. Saros, you also need these resources." The Great Sage said suddenly, a gleam of cold light flashing in his eyes under his messy hair.

"You are not perfect enough, but I think, after you harvest these ranching grounds, you will be more perfect. At that time, I will definitely re-modulate you, and trigger the real power of the abyss. Believe me, you are the legendary... Child of the Abyss."

"Everything depends on your wisdom," Saros said respectfully, bowing his head earnestly.

"Let's begin."

"Yes."

Saros agreed, turned around and raised his right hand. In the next moment, faint black mist appeared on his arm, and gradually condensed into black runes. A force that did not belong to this universe quietly descended on him, full of the meaning of destruction.

Then, he pointed down, and the power ran through the planet below.

I come, I harvest.

I bring destruction, I call for new life.

Destruction with you, new life with me.

This is the intersection of our destinies.

Also the only value of your lives...