Colonial Suit

“Enemy! Enemy attack!!!”

The daily officer's sharp voice rang out in the fleet channel. All combatants rushed to their posts like madmen, even those who were enjoying a romp with their girlfriends pulled out and got up. The temporary base's scanning clusters activated high-powered full-range imaging at the first moment, and the defense circle's warships also began to heat up, rushing out of the spaceport.

Supply lines connecting the ships were severed, and space bridges connecting the warships shattered. The entire human fleet, like a giant beast provoked, revealed its ferocious claws at the first moment. Tens of thousands of warships expanded into the distance, countless gun barrels raised, behind them the bloodthirsty gazes of the gunners.

Humanity has never been a merciful race. In the history of human warfare, there has been retreat, there has been fear, but never forgiveness.

For a race that has abandoned even its retreat, thirsting for that last sliver of hope, any mercy or tolerance is meaningless. They can only move forward constantly, fighting constantly, to find a place that belongs to them. This has nothing to do with justice, it is instinct.

Unfortunately, for the ambushers who had been lying in wait for a long time, the human fleet's reaction was already within their preparations.

Almost at the first moment, hundreds of millions of black beams shot out from the depths of the void, destroying the first wave of warships that rushed out of the spaceport. Not a single one of the hundreds of cosmic warriors survived, even if they possessed comet-level, or even asteroid-level strength, they were annihilated and disappeared before the black beams. The daily officer's sharp voice rang out again, as if his mother had died. But at this time, no one cared about his voice anymore. Everyone was shocked by the enemy's terrifying concentrated fire.

Positron cannons?

Or a concentrated fire of hundreds of millions of beams? Are you kidding me?

You should know that even in the Second World, with its highly developed technology and flourishing civilization, positron cannons are still a terrifying weapon. This pure energy weapon, which utilizes the positron annihilation effect, has almost reached the level of rules, ignoring most of the shield's counteraction, and even evolving to the extreme to create a black hole. It is undoubtedly a main gun level weapon. But now, hundreds of millions of positron beams have appeared, what does that mean?

Damn it… that's a terrifying attack that can wipe out even cosmic warriors!!

For a time, all the crew members felt as if their hearts were weighed down by heavy boulders, and their eyes seemed to bleed.

And just opposite them, in the distant void, a ripple of light. Tens of thousands of strange spaceships revealed their true appearance. Their shapes were similar to water droplets, round at the front and sharp at the tail, with uneven surfaces covered in pockmarks. But waving tentacles extended from the pockmarks. Black carapaces covered the ship's body, and even flesh membranes and tendons could be seen in the gaps. The duty officer roared hoarsely, "This is not war, this is murder!"

Yes, this was a premeditated ambush, but so what? In this fleet, no, in the hearts of all cosmic races at this moment, only survival is the most important thing. Any justice and righteousness must be submerged under the premise of survival!

The Sasha race's unreasonable ambush this time unveiled a cruel mask.

In the garden, the Speaker watched all of this expressionlessly. After a long time, he let out a breath.

“Contact the Star Pirates, and have them confirm it.”

“We have already received a reply, the Sasha race is ignoring the contract signed with the Star Pirates.” Sal Jones replied, a trace of anger flashing in his eyes. “Their response is, only those who survive are qualified to talk about fate.”

“Very good.” Unexpectedly, the Speaker did not show any anger. He silently stared at the Sasha warships in the distant void and said softly. “No one is a slave to fate, no one is the master of fate. Everything, from our first cry, determines competition. Let the voice of the victor speak!”…

“Order, engage!”

“Yes!”

Sal Jones's reply was still echoing in the air, and the human fleet had already rushed out like madmen. The outer perimeter of the guard fleet, without regard for their own casualties, began to form an encirclement.

This is a war for the survival of the race. For any race, the most basic rule is, there are no rules!

In an instant, the starry sky was almost filled with the flames of war, and countless beams of light intertwined, tearing apart all matter along the way. Explosions, roars, the flashing of shields, and the screams of the dead filled every inch of space. And within the human fleet, there were only angry and hateful faces and roars!

“Kill them all!!”

“Kill them!!”

Faces, old, tenacious, rigid, and childish, all shouted this sentence at the same time. This is not some inspiring slogan, this is the desire of the human heart! Survival, or death, lies in this most basic desire!

And the hundreds of cosmic warriors floating in the human fleet launched an attack on the Sasha fleet with this desire!

Boom!

A ball of fire exploded in the starry sky, that was the work of a cosmic warrior, but before the cosmic warrior could admire his results, he felt the surrounding void suddenly compress, solidifying him into a solid block. The surrounding space twisted, and a humanoid wearing black armor, like a ghost, suddenly appeared in everyone's vision.

“Not bad, pure life energy…” The humanoid's three pairs of compound eyes lit up with red light, and the long tongue in his mouth pierced the cosmic warrior's body a few times, grinning hideously.

“It's a cosmic warrior!” The duty officer's pupils shrank suddenly. “Engage!”

Almost at the same time, light and shadows appeared in front of all the advancing human warships, and they fought with the Sasha race's cosmic warriors. In an instant, energy surged in the void, and massive explosions and shockwaves spread like a landslide and tsunami, spreading to a range of hundreds of millions of kilometers!

One by one, mercenaries or star pirates were shot down, but more Sasha cosmic warriors were destroyed!

Just for a moment, the entire starry sky became a slaughterhouse for the strong to interact with!!

The weak die, the strong survive, that is the definition of the universe!!

Boom!

An explosion lit up on the side of Twilight of the Gods. Blood瞳 watched this scene expressionlessly. It was the fall of a mercenary, as glorious as his evolution. Blood瞳 glanced at Robbie next to him and asked in a deep voice. “Don’t you want to do something?”

“You saw through me.” Robbie smiled shyly, then said to Singer, “Together?”

“Together!” Singer's face was ashen, and his burly body was like a demon protruding from hell. “I am human!”

“Me too.” Robbie smiled. Then, he and Singer jumped into the starry sky together.

After that, patches of flashes erupted in front of the two of them…

The human counterattack does not need words.

The victor survives, the loser perishes.

Isn't this a matter of course?

Blood瞳 stood silently at the bow of Twilight of the Gods, the cloak behind him slowly unfolding, but a cold light flashed in his eyes.

No one knows what he is thinking, or expecting…