Colonial Suit

In the dim and dark starry sky, the human fleet sped through space, with layers of flames and shockwaves constantly erupting around them. The friction, compression, and collision of force fields created a long storm corridor. This was a violent confrontation, and when a shortcut couldn't be found, humanity displayed unimaginable courage.

Day Seven.

Since entering the fifth layer of Naraka, they had been charging forward for seven days. The massive, boundless fleet had shrunk to one-tenth of its original size. Tens of thousands of space warriors had died in battle, and countless large and small ships had been lost. This was the price humanity paid for this journey. However, the sacrifice was worth it. As they continued to advance, they had detected the location of the entrance to the lower level.

It was in the deepest part of the labyrinth, where the force field strength was at its highest. Countless traps interlocked, leaving no gaps.

To reach it, the only way was to charge through.

Just like what humanity was doing now...

"Nock, your time is up, come down!" On a battleship on the periphery, Tuge rushed out and shouted to his companion who was deploying a force field. It had been seven days, and with more and more sacrifices, the dire consequences of the shortage of space warriors were becoming apparent. Even on this massive Tier-2 battleship, there were fewer and fewer opportunities for rotation.

Nock and he were the only two remaining space warriors. If anything happened to either of them, the remaining one would be in dire straits.

"I can hold on a little longer, Tuge, you go and rest." Nock, who was above the bridge, still insisted. He was a Meteor-class, much stronger than Tuge's Comet-class. If possible, he wanted to shoulder more responsibility.

Having charged this far, the main casualties had shifted from the Planet-class to those below the Meteor-class. It wasn't that there weren't enough Planet-class warriors, but that humanity had to conserve enough strength for the upcoming final moment. Although those below the Meteor-class weren't strong, they could make up for it in numbers.

Nock and Tuge were appointed as force field providers during this phase. They had persisted for three days and twelve hours, gradually changing from a five-person rotation to just the two of them. The other three had died in the war with the universe.

Yes, that's what Tuge and his companions had been saying these past few days. They saw it as a war, a test, whether for humanity or for themselves.

"Nock, let me do it, you need rest more than I do." Seeing that his companion wouldn't come down, Tuge jumped onto the bridge and released his own force field. Nock could only withdraw and patted Tuge on the shoulder.

"Don't push yourself..."

"Got it," Tuge replied through gritted teeth. He wasn't a Meteor-class, capable of maintaining the force field with ease. To achieve the same scale, he had to exert all his strength. Through the force field, he could clearly feel the threat from the surrounding void, the immense, terrifying pressure that made even breathing a luxury.

Not far away, another force field wall was generated. Tuge didn't hesitate to brace himself against it. His body shook slightly, and blood seeped from his pores. The surrounding void twisted, and many sawtooth-like force field components could be seen intersecting and cutting, creating layers of sparks around the battleship.

Tuge breathed a sigh of relief. The force field had stabilized. As for those small components, the battleship's armor would naturally take care of them, so he didn't need to worry. Force field traps were like this. Because they were invisible entities, their shield effect was very poor. Only armor, which was also a physical entity, could resist them. That's why the heavily armored battleship beneath his feet was deployed on the periphery. It had absorbed a lot of damage in the past seven days, to the point where some armor plates were already dilapidated.

But he was still standing here. As long as he could maintain the force field, he could protect this battleship!

Tuge thought through gritted teeth, and began to retract his power. His strength was inferior to Nock's. Only by reducing the area of the force field could he guarantee its strength.

But just as he retracted his force field, he suddenly heard Nock's warning.

"Don't! Don't retract it!!"

"What!?" Tuge was shocked and quickly turned his head, just in time to see another force field wall generated in the void, crushing towards him like a millstone. At this moment, he was in the process of retracting the force field and couldn't immediately counterattack.

Not good!!

Tuge was horrified, but he couldn't salvage the situation. Just as he was panicking, he saw a streak of black light flash past and collide heavily with the force field wall. With a loud bang, an olive-shaped object tens of thousands of meters long shattered in front of him, releasing a large amount of black mist and green liquid.

Painful screams came from the black mist, as if someone was being tortured inside, and the olive-shaped shell began to wither and turn yellow.

"It's the Vine Serpent Clan!!" Tuge was slightly stunned, then overjoyed. "They've come to help us too!!"

"No, it's not just the Vine Serpent Clan, look over there!!" Nock said in a deep voice, pointing Tuge in a direction.

Tuge followed his finger and immediately saw a group of saucer-shaped ships speeding through space, sometimes combining and sometimes separating, using silver light to form a giant net of unknown size in the void, confronting another force field wall. From time to time, saucer ships shattered and exploded, but more saucer ships joined in.

"It's the Moses Clan!! Their resilient metal is best suited to resist force fields! They've joined in too!"

"It's not just them, there are others over there, there are!"

With Tuge's excited voice, Nock saw ship after ship, or warrior after warrior, of different alien races. They separated from the center of the fleet and constantly joined the outer defensive array. The massive Kunt Clan, the transformable Sajester Clan, the barbaric Ster Demon Clan, and even the giant ancient Titan Clan, all joined this impact that concerned their survival. All kinds of strange warships and super-huge figures were fighting for all sorts of reasons, guarding in a manner akin to the great chaotic era of distant legends!

Guarding this fleet, guarding their hope.

"We can win!" Tuge shouted excitedly, feeling his adrenaline pumping and his body trembling slightly.

"We can win." Nock's voice was calm, but his aura was constantly rising, rising higher and higher.

He had a smile on his face, but his pupils were shining with a brilliant silver light. A cognitive world was taking shape in his sea of consciousness. He had stepped into the boundary of the Planet-class. If it had been in the past, he would have trembled with excitement, but at this moment, he felt incredibly calm.

This journey was a test and torment for the space warriors, but wasn't it also a kind of tempering and sublimation?

The great waves washed away the sand, and only those who persisted to the end could taste the fruit of victory.

"Hold on, Tuge, you must hold on." Nock felt his power soaring, so he grabbed Tuge's shoulder and said forcefully.

"Open the force field, with all your might!"

"We're going to break through that entrance!!"(To be continued..)

ps: I'm sorry this section is written in more detail, but this is the final journey, and Little Knife doesn't want to leave any regrets. It's just that the update speed may cause reading discomfort. It would be better if it was connected. Brothers who are impatient can save it up and read it later. Thank you.