Colonial Suit

No amount of preparation is ever enough, but even the longest wait has an end. It's like a novel, no matter how much effort is poured into it, it still needs a conclusion...

After more than four months of intense activity, finally, everyone felt the call to set off.

The cosmic tide has appeared...

It's a very special phenomenon. As a certain point in time approaches, the pure energy rules of the entire universe become very active. A large amount of energy manifests from every corner, forming visible energy clusters. These energy clusters gather together to form tides. Because of their immense size, they can be observed even within a planet's atmosphere. Sometimes they resemble rainbows, sometimes nebulae.

Cosmic tides are harmless to humans. On the contrary, the active energy creates many favorable conditions, such as increased energy efficiency for cosmic warriors and accelerated technological development... Therefore, the appearance of a cosmic tide is generally a time of great leaps forward for cosmic civilizations.

Of course, the most benefited civilizations are always energy-based civilizations.

Because they are based on various pure energy rules, the activity of energy rules means the activity of the race, as well as increased reproduction rates and strength.

The only regret is that tides naturally ebb and flow, and cosmic tides are no exception. They generally calm down within six months to a year, eventually returning to their original state. If they last too long, they can even produce a 'void tide' phenomenon, maintaining a period of energy rule decline for as long as half a year. This is a difficult time for energy civilizations.

But regardless, this cosmic tide is of great significance to all civilizations.

Because it is their call to embark.

Blood瞳 didn't hide anything. In fact, even if he did, it would be meaningless. The Gate of Eternal Farewell cannot be activated by one person or one civilization. Alpha set up this thing as a way to shield lower worlds. Apart from it, no civilization can activate it alone and come and go freely.

But it never imagined that with the spread of the Black Tide, the universe would have no other way out. So even the guardians and managers it left behind have begun to defect.

Compared to awe, death is obviously more terrifying.

This day, the Second World was unprecedentedly busy. Almost every piece of space was filled with dense fleets of ships. Their styles varied. Some were ornately decorated with flowing energy, some resembled fruit cores with swaying roots, and others were angular with menacing steel. But no matter what their style, they all quietly gathered and moved closer to their respective allied areas. At the beginning of this cosmic tide, cosmic civilizations finally began their last great migration.

No one knows what the outcome will be. In fact, even the leaders of this expedition, Boca, Sasa, and humanity, do not know. The only thing they can do is to lead their allies to the Nether Abyss. To that most terrifying and chaotic place in the universe.

Behind them, the Black Tide continued to spread silently, like a black curtain separating the world.

There is no turning back...

In the void, countless ships moved slowly, like migrating ants. Then, as time passed, they gradually divided into three parts. They communicated from time to time, but their camps were clearly defined. At this point, cosmic civilizations had no choice: either stay far away and wait for the Black Tide to devour them, or follow their camp. And the conflicts between Boca, Sasa, and humanity meant that they were destined not to unite.

The only time they could work together seemed to be before the Gate of Eternal Farewell.

Of course, among these three camps, the human camp was somewhat awkward, because the activation conditions of the Gate of Eternal Farewell did not include them. Boca and Sasa were enough. But the problem was that humanity grew too fast. Like a plague, it had actually formed a third significant force in the Second World. As the saying goes, they may not be able to accomplish anything, but they can certainly spoil things. So even Boca and Sasa did not dare to stop humanity's actions.

Or perhaps, they had other ideas...

The vast void is endless. Countless points of light from warp jumps rose and fell, only to reappear in the next moment. After the seventy-second overall warp jump was completed, an image appeared in the scanners of all civilizations.

A super-giant 'black hole' composed entirely of lines and shaped like an inverted funnel.

The lines were naturally imaging factors of the scanner, and the black hole was not exactly that. To be precise, it was a strange 'spatial fault'. It was a super-complex spatial aggregate containing multiple layers of different spaces but without breaking through the anti-space barrier. It was somewhat similar to the way planes exist, but even more mysterious and chaotic. In the universe, such a different space is called a 'Nether Abyss'. And the Nether Abyss of幽 is the largest and most dangerous of them all.

No one knows where the bottom of the Nether Abyss leads, just as no one knows the secrets of the abyss...

Countless ships slowly stopped in front of the huge Nether Abyss, distributed in a triangular shape. Among them, the Boca fleet was the most dazzling, while the human fleet was the most unyielding. Behind the main fleets of the three major civilizations were the fleets of their allies, densely packed and countless, with the light of warp jumps constantly appearing in the rear.

Inside the massive Eden, the Speaker walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. Beneath his feet were the spreading fleets and the endless Nether Abyss. He looked down and observed carefully, his eyes flickering. After an unknown amount of time, SalchJones's voice came from behind.

"Your Excellency Speaker, Crown Prince Xie has sent a message to reconfirm our agreement."

"Reply that the agreement will be implemented," the Speaker said without turning his head. The so-called agreement was the constraint set for this great migration: to prohibit all disputes before the Gate of Eternal Farewell was opened. This was also a guarantee, after all, the Boca and Sasa races held the keys to the Gate of Eternal Farewell, so the Speaker had no choice but to compromise.

In fact, as a discriminated race, he could be proud enough to have reached this agreement with the two top civilizations in the universe.

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But the Speaker was not happy.

Looking at the boundless and endless fleets and the rolling Nether Abyss beneath his feet, his heart was only filled with bitterness...

"What are we doing all this for?"

No one answered him, but SalchJones behind him knew that, in fact, everyone, every life, had the same answer at this moment.

To survive.

In the void, the massive fleets began to surge. The first to enter the Nether Abyss were the Boca race. As the top civilization in the universe, they seemed to have an innate pride, disdaining to travel with the Sasa race and humanity. The gorgeous golden battleships were like olives, quickly sliding into the Nether Abyss. The most conspicuous of them all was naturally the ultra-standard mothership as huge as a star, the legendary Magical Mothership of the Boca race.

In the eyes of everyone, its huge hull gradually disappeared into the Nether Abyss, eventually vanishing without a trace...

After that, there were countless fleets.