Colonial Suit

The vast void, light spreading like a ring, constantly driving away the darkness. And the darkness that seemed never to be illuminated gradually receded, like melting ice and snow.

The rules of the universe also have their limits. In the face of the pure power of life's will, even rules are not absolute. In fact, as ants in the universe, life is using its will to influence the progress of the universe. And Robbie is the leader of this will. The entire human fleet, the will of countless lives, shines upon this world through his power.

At this moment, Robbie is a god.

"What pure spiritual power," the Speaker murmured in the garden, dazzled, gazing at the boundless light spots, at the Naraku that was constantly changing through Robbie, his breathing almost stopping. Space warriors are realistic beings, and he certainly knew how great Robbie's energy was at this moment.

That is a power that surpasses stars… surpasses black holes… and even surpasses the God Realm. So powerful that it inspires infinite hope.

Of course, this power does not belong to Robbie. It belongs to all of humanity, to all races and all lives in the entire human fleet. Countless individuals contribute a little, and when gathered together, it forms an indestructible divine power. The Speaker believed that if someone could wield this power, then even the bottom of Naraku might not be impenetrable.

But the problem is… no one can do it…

Including Robbie.

In the void, the light spread more and more, and the darkness receded more and more, but the Speaker's gaze suddenly froze, and he couldn't help but say,

"Not good!"

In his view, Robbie's body was gradually fading and disappearing, as if merging into the universe. How similar was this scene to the planetary-level sacrifices before? This was certainly not what Robbie wanted, which could only mean one thing: Robbie could no longer control such a vast amount of willpower.

Even if he burned himself, it wouldn't work!

"He can't bear it," Sal Jones said from behind, the intelligent device in his hand displaying exaggerated curves. "The concentration of Speel particles is rising, and his spirit is being polluted by willpower. If this continues, he will be assimilated by willpower in a few minutes, turning from a leader into a slave. His life… will also end at its most glorious moment."

"Is there a way to help him?" the Speaker asked. He understood what Sal Jones meant: Robbie's strength was insufficient, and his cognitive world could not dominate this power that surpassed everything. This was normal, after all, this willpower was unprecedented, and its vastness and power were difficult for even black hole-level beings to control, let alone Robbie, who was only at the star level. Fortunately, Robbie was a priest and was good at guiding faith, which allowed him to persevere until now. Otherwise, he would have been burned to death the moment the light appeared.

The fact that he was still alive was already a miracle.

"No. We can't do it," Sal Jones shook his head, his eyes full of regret. "The current willpower is all guided by him. He ignited the lights in people's hearts, so only he will be accepted by the willpower. If we intervene, not only will we not be able to save him, but we will also be attacked immediately."

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, we are powerless," Sal Jones finally said, turning off the intelligent device. "All we can do is pray for him."

"Pray? Pray to a god?" The Speaker suddenly found it funny, and a little sad.

Such vast willpower, even he had never seen it. How he wished he could use it for himself… even for a short time. But reality is cruel. The greater the power, the greater the danger. Robbie guided the beginning, but did not expect the end.

"What a pity… this child," the Speaker closed his eyes.

He had calmed down. Since Robbie could no longer be saved, then he had to consider maximizing his value. If Robbie could melt away most of the cosmic dark matter before disappearing, his next path would be much easier.

"Don't let Robbie's sacrifice be in vain," the Speaker said. "Prepare the next batch of sacrifices. We… must break through this layer of darkness."

"Understood," Sal Jones agreed, and was about to turn and leave.

But just as he turned around, his footsteps suddenly stopped. He asked the Speaker, "Do you hear something?"

The Speaker did not answer, but thoughtfully turned his gaze to the outside of the window, a trace of relaxation appearing on his solemn face.

"I… I seem to… hear…"

"Singing…?"

At this moment, throughout Naraku, throughout the human fleet, a faint voice was ringing out. The voice was like a call, and like a song of praise. But if you listened carefully, it would disappear in an instant.

In the void, Robbie's body was fading more and more, as if he would disappear at any moment, but the smile on his face never changed, still so pure, so sunny.

He opened his hands, looked up at the void above his head, and murmured softly.

"Come… my world."

"My paradise…"

With a bang, the entire void shook, and a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared around Robbie. Blue skies, white clouds, appeared out of thin air like illusions. A magnificent golden gate appeared in the center of the clouds, slowly opening in everyone's sight. Countless angels flew out of the gate, flying around Robbie. Holy feathers scattered down, revealing innocent smiling faces.

"Sing praises to our Lord, glory to our Lord, You are the ruler of the world."

"Praise our Lord, spread the word of our Lord, You are the guardian of life."

"May all people be free, may children forever bathe in the glory of the Lord."

"Beneath the sun, all is paradise…"

The singing grew louder and clearer, but it did not spread in the form of sound, but seemed to directly resonate in everyone's hearts. In the garden, the Speaker's face changed suddenly, and he exclaimed in disbelief.

"Cognitive world, materialized?"

"He's… breaking through the black hole!?"

Yes… that was the cognitive world, not some illusion. Nor was it some ability! Robbie was actually undergoing his final sublimation in the last moments of his life? That magnificent paradise, that warm hymn, was his understanding and expectation of himself and the world.

What faith, what will was that?

The Speaker suddenly felt that he could not understand this big boy, just like he could not understand Blood瞳.

"Every man has his own faith."

"Every child has his own dreams."

The Speaker turned his head and smiled bitterly at Sal Jones. "Maybe we are all old."

"But this is just a desperate struggle. His spirit is still being polluted. It depends on whether he can complete his evolution before assimilation. If he can cross that black hole barrier, maybe he still has a glimmer of hope. If he can't…"

Sal Jones paused and turned his gaze to the figure in the void.

That man in black robes, like the sun.

"This moment is his last glory."