Colonial Suit

War raged across the vast expanse of the starry sky.

Ancient warships lined up in horizontal formations, their cannons firing in unison, scorching the void.

Planets were destroyed, starfields were polluted, and ancient monsters feasted on the corpses of living beings. The sky turned black…

It was a disaster for life, the reality of sin and punishment. No one was innocent…

A small, young creature looked around in the ruins, watching the sky consumed by blackness, its parents falling in the flames. It began to cry… its cries gradually fading until they were extinguished. And such scenes were common all around. Blood flowed in the ruins, converging into rivers, converging into oceans…

The planet was stained blue with blood. Even the dark clouds in the sky churned with the stench of blood.

Then, light appeared in the sky.

A golden-armored warrior descended upon this planet with holy light, beginning the punishment of the invaders. With a wave of his hand, the sky would clear; with a stomp of his foot, the earth would tremble. His power was as dazzling as a star, like a god in the hearts of all living beings, bringing hope to the weak. Behind him were endless golden warships, magnificent and noble. Ancient runes were inscribed on the warships, flowing with the great power known as ‘Light Energy.’ Under the ripples of the sacred Light Energy, he dispelled the darkness and ended the war. And then…

He naturally became the ‘god’ of all living beings… accepting their worship.

On a mountain peak piercing the clouds, the golden-armored warrior’s cloak fluttered in the wind. The magnificent golden armor, even after countless battles, remained as good as new, white light flowing over the mysterious runes. He seemed like a true god.

Of course, he was not a god.

In the breeze, he took off his helmet, revealing a handsome face beneath. Then his figure dissipated in the wind, turning into countless white lights. The white light was beautiful, very sacred. But also very illusory.

In Eden, the Speaker withdrew his gaze from the window and sighed.

He saw those white lights, and he saw those golden-armored warriors. He believed that many others were seeing the same sight at this moment… because this was the tunnel… telling them a story. This was their pride. And their memory. And the owner of this memory had disappeared here, becoming an eternal beacon, guiding future generations forward.

Who said the Boca people had no heroes?

Every race has justice, every race has heroes. The so-called right and wrong. Good and evil, there is no absolute in this universe. Beneath the heavens, all are ants. That was how the Boca people fought in the past, spreading their firmly believed justice and faith throughout the universe… It was a steadfast era, and an era of faith.

The Speaker finally understood that the Boca people had not left any traps. Because any conspiracy here would be a blasphemy against their ancestors. This tunnel was filled with the glory of the Boca ancestors. It was like a memorial hall, recording their sacrifices and perseverance. The Boca people were proud, from the bottom of their hearts. This eternal beacon they created was both for themselves and to prove to the world. That the never-fading holy light still shone…

The vast fleet traversed the river of time and memory. The past of the Boca people was gradually reflected in everyone’s eyes. In these fleeting images, people saw their faith, and also saw the source of that light.

It was just a pity that they had gone far away, and the current Boca race had become more realistic.

Time passed little by little, and soon the fleet reached the end of the tunnel, appearing in a new void. This was already the third layer of Naraka, an area never before reached by humans.

What greeted them first was endless darkness.

That’s right, it was darkness.

All instruments, all senses, were shielded in this void, and the human fleet fell into a state of complete ‘insensitivity’ in the first moment. The encounter was so strange. Even the Speaker was slightly dazed at first, but fortunately there was no attack at the exit, so they were able to stabilize their position.

“How is the fleet network?” the Speaker asked anxiously.

“Partially normal,” Sal Jones replied. “But unable to sense the surrounding environment.”

“No need to sense it, this is the environment,” the Speaker said with a gloomy face, in a deep voice. “The third layer is the legendary Eternal Night.”

Eternal Night was an extremely rare phenomenon in the universe. To be precise, it was a lack of rules.

That was, within a certain range, the rules related to ‘light’ were gone, or unable to function as they should. So everything that needed ‘light’ to function would fail, including human eyes, the fleet’s holographic scanners, and even parts of the space warriors’ mental senses. When Eternal Night occurred, even the Boca race’s Light Energy engines would immediately shut down.

In other words, this was a world without light.

There was no doubt that this environment was extremely terrifying, because all life in the universe was phototropic. Even species that didn't like light still needed some light in essence, otherwise they wouldn’t survive. So a world without light was a world of death. A forbidden zone for life.

In the records of all civilizations, Eternal Night would not occur in normal space, only in extremely rare space fragments, and was a kind of cosmic defect. So when the fragment was opened, Eternal Night would be naturally compensated and disappear without a trace. The Speaker would not have thought that in the third layer of Naraka, there would be such a large area of Eternal Night. Nor would he have thought how the Boca race had passed through such an environment.

You had to know that compared to humans, the Boca race was the most light-dependent civilization… If humans would be very painful without light, then the Boca people would lose their lives without light.

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“They… are really a bunch of madmen.”

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the Speaker ‘saw’ a crystal slowly drifting past, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew the Boca people’s method.

That was sacrifice.

Using enough warriors, burning their own Light Spirit cores, creating temporary ‘light’ rules out of thin air. This warrior had to be strong, otherwise the rules created would not be able to cover the entire fleet. This warrior also had to be firm enough, because he had to keep burning until death.

No one was afraid of death, especially slow, irreversible death. But the Boca people did it, and did it without reservation.

The crystal drifting past the window was the core remains of a Boca powerhouse who had burned out. The Speaker believed that there were more ahead…

“Sal Jones, prepare our warriors. Since the Boca race can do it, the Sasha race can do it, then we…” The Speaker closed his eyes and clenched his teeth painfully. “Can also do it.”

“Select the sacrifices, they must be voluntary, and they must be strong.”

“Understood,” Sal Jones said without hesitation, turning and leaving the room.

Humans need to sacrifice, it’s that simple, isn’t it?