Colonial Suit

Second World, Boka Realm.

Mejers Void City.

The vast starry sky revolved above, seemingly without end. A luxuriously dressed woman stood at the top of the city's highest spire, quietly gazing at the city below.

The city was quiet, having entered 'night' as the sun set. The diligent people had gradually dispersed, perhaps soon to enter their dreams. As a famous magic-gear manufacturing base for the Boka race, Mejers Void City was very busy and of vital importance. Today's scene was no different from usual, but in the eyes of the woman, everything was different.

In the void, it seemed a force was seeping into the city, and the buildings were quietly vibrating, revealing golden lines of structure. This change was only for a moment, and ordinary people could not detect it at all, but it could not escape the woman's eyes.

She raised her head, took a deep breath, and her eyes were full of worry.

"The light network is changing. The Empress... has failed."

"What... that kind of stinky man will become our new leader?"

"The tradition of the Boka race should not be broken. His actions are a blasphemy against the Boka race."

"I will not allow it. We, all those who follow the Empress, will not allow it."

The woman muttered to herself, her face twisting bit by bit. She was the backbone of the Empress's faction and a noble who had always stood on the Empress's side. In the past ten thousand years, her family had obtained enormous benefits from this and cultivated batches of elites loyal to the Empress. Although extravagance was prevalent in the Boka race today, her family still gave the Empress enormous support. There were many such families in the Boka race, known as the conservatives, the Empress Party.

But today, their hope and reliance had disappeared...

How could the woman endure this? She did not believe in heresy and did not trust any male of the Boka race. In the ten thousand-year history of the Boka race, it had always been a matriarchal society. Women were the only rulers! If these were broken, the cornerstone of society, no, the foundation of her power, would disappear.

This was absolutely not allowed!

The woman gasped for breath, but the coldness in her eyes grew deeper and deeper. She raised her proud head and said to the void, "I will not forgive you, Xie, even if you defeat the Empress. You will never be the victor of this civil war. Watch how our ancient nobles will crush you, such a rebel. The ten thousand-year tradition of the Boka race cannot be destroyed. Your today is just the starting point of your demise!"

"Or perhaps your end."

A voice suddenly interrupted the woman's words, and the woman was suddenly startled and screamed hoarsely, "Who is it?"

In the void in front of her, a light door slowly unfolded, and a figure walked out.

"Yimei?"

The woman showed a look of surprise. "Aren't you dead yet? How could Xie let you go?"

"Because I am valuable to him," Yimei replied, a smile on her beautiful face. But if you observe carefully, you can find that although her smile is very sweet, there is not even a hint of a smile in the depths of her pupils.

The woman did not notice these things, but was immersed in the joy of rediscovering what she had lost.

"It's great that you're okay. Temporary setbacks don't matter. As long as you are still here, we have not really failed. The Boka race needs you. We need you. Please accept my allegiance, Great Princess, no. Your new Majesty. I will redeploy the army and assist you in regaining the throne."

"The glory of our Boka race will surely be reborn in you!"

The woman became more and more excited, and a flush appeared on her face.

This was normal, because as long as Yimei was there, the Empress's line would not be cut off. After all, the legendary Tomb of the Gods could only be opened with the Empress's mark. And as long as this place was opened, no matter how much power Xie occupied, it would eventually be as fragile as a sandcastle on the beach.

The Tomb of the Gods was the true foundation of the Boka race. It was the most powerful force in the universe...

The woman spoke eloquently, completely unaware that Yimei's smile was getting smaller and smaller, and the cold light in her eyes was getting stronger and stronger. Finally, with a loud bang in the distance, her voice stopped abruptly, and she looked in surprise at a pillar of light soaring into the sky in the northeast. There, was her Knights' Camp, and also her important defensive force.

In her sight, hundreds of gold-armored knights were appearing above the camp, frantically slaughtering the knights belonging to her. Wherever the light passed, the guards returned to the light spirit one by one.

"Yimei!!" the woman screamed hoarsely. "What... why are the Temple Knights attacking my people!?"

"What are you doing?"

"I have already said that the reason why I am still alive is because of my value," Yimei replied, walking gracefully to the woman and reaching out to stroke the woman's smooth face. "The civil war is over. The victor is His Majesty Xie. So I must carry out his will."

"You are old, too old to keep up with the times. My aunt. Let's end it..."

"That's impossible!" The woman was still struggling, her eyes full of anger and panic. "What... what do you want to submit to him? He is just a male, a worthless male! You are the most noble mark inheritor of the Empress, why do you want to obey such a lowly individual?"

The woman struggled, desperately trying to escape Yimei's fingers, but no matter how hard she tried, those white, slender fingers remained on her face. Like a maggot clinging to bone. At this moment, if it could be magnified hundreds of millions of times, it could be found that Yimei's fingers had unknowingly penetrated into the woman's skin. As if integrated with it.

A trace of sorrow appeared on Yimei's face, and her tone became more gentle.

"Lowly?"

"Noble?"

"This is the root of our depravity... When we think we dominate everything and discriminate against everything, we don't know that we have already planted the seeds of failure. The ten thousand-year tradition of the Boka race is not correct, on the contrary, it is our former god, the shackles we have set up. Only those with great courage and great perseverance can break it."

"I have been waiting for a long time, and finally I have waited."

As Yimei spoke, she removed her finger from the woman's cheek and turned to walk towards the void.

"I'm sorry, Aunt, I'm still very busy, and there are still many nobles who followed my mother waiting for me to deal with. So let's end our conversation here."

"It's a pity, you are still so stubborn, I can't find a reason to forgive you."

"No!! Please wait, wait... don't kill me, don't kill me..." the woman screamed, as if this would save everything.

It was too late, Yimei's figure had disappeared into the light door. Never to hear her pleas again...

Behind the tower, the guard knights' camp melted in the light...

The woman's body also suddenly shattered like a mirror, and the light spirit shattered into countless light spots in a scream.

This is an end of times, those who do not understand survival should perish. (To be continued...)