Colonial Suit

In the starry sky, hundreds of Marauders lunged at Bloodshot from all directions, towards the man who posed a threat to them.

Just seconds before, this man had killed all the 'Matas' in an incomprehensible way. That absolute destruction and collapse, even the planetary-level 'Gitas' deeply feared. It was an almost instinctive fear, as if they couldn't resist it themselves. Out of self-preservation, even without orders from above, the Gitas couldn't let Bloodshot go!

But Bloodshot remained expressionless.

Too low-level.

If the Matas before had given him a reason to pay attention, then the hundreds of 'Gitas' lunging at him now were simply worthless carbohydrates. Biological modulation wasn't like this. The Sasha Clan's methods were learned from the Krodir, but even the Krodir needed countless battles and deaths to hone their warriors. What made the Sasha Clan think they could create battle lives out of thin air?

Did they really think of themselves as gods?

These so-called Marauder 'Gitas' had completely exhausted their cellular essence, just to extract more energy. This modulation was called 'over-depletion' in the Krodir, and was the crudest and most low-level method. The Krodir had abandoned it as early as the first batch of battle armors appeared, because of its uselessness. So the only thing Bloodshot could do was follow the Krodir's principles and end their misery.

"Disappear," he said, suddenly vanishing from his spot. When he reappeared, he was already behind the Gita battle group, his body still in a charging posture. His right arm extended forward, the outer edge of his forearm extending into a long, curved light blade, as if a crescent moon had appeared in the starry sky.

Clang!

The light blade retracted into Bloodshot's right arm, and Bloodshot straightened up. Behind him, nearly a hundred 'Gitas' stood frozen, like wooden sculptures.

The next moment, a clear line of blood appeared around their waists, cutting them all in half.

Blood and internal organs shot out into the starry sky. These Gitas began to distort, mutate, and turn into wriggling masses of muscle tissue. But unlike the Matas before, they didn't survive. They only lasted for a moment before bursting into flames, eventually disappearing without a trace. When the cellular essence was destroyed, even the corpses couldn't be preserved.

In the firelight, Bloodshot turned around, his face calmly facing the battlefield.

"What... what is that!?"

In the distant shadows, the Sasha's 'Generals' could hardly believe their eyes. One strike! Just one strike! To actually cut nearly a hundred planetary-level Marauder 'Gitas' in half at the waist, what kind of combat power was that? What weapon?

"Perhaps, it's a high-frequency blade?" one of the Generals said in a low, uncertain voice.

"Or is it the super-wave blade we're researching?" another General guessed.

"No, it's neither," a third voice joined in at this moment, speaking heavily. "If I'm not mistaken, that should be the power of the ancient Krodir Overlords. That curved light blade extending from the forearm is the ultimate development of the high-frequency blade..."

"Dimensional Blade."

"It's actually... a Dimensional Blade?" The remaining Generals gasped, hardly believing their ears.

The Dimensional Blade was the exclusive weapon of the battle armor... no, the Overlords. Its power was so great that it could cut through space, and was the bane of all known entities. At the same time, because it consumed a huge amount of energy and delved deep into the rules, only legendary-level battle armors could use it. In the distant Great Chaos Era, it was once the nightmare of the Demon Armors.

Even the most solid energy shield couldn't stop the Dimensional Blade's edge!!

"So strong!"

"That guy has a battle armor? Why didn't we see it?"

"Damn it, if he's using a legendary battle armor, then even we have no chance of winning... But weren't the Krodir destroyed? Why is there still a battle armor in existence?"

In the shadows, the Generals' thoughts intertwined intensely, becoming tense and apprehensive.

But the remaining Gitas in the battlefield didn't have these thoughts. Over-modulation had destroyed their reason, making them attack Bloodshot like madmen.

In an instant, beams of light flew out, as dense as a storm. Each beam was an enhanced form of the positron cannon, and each beam carried planetary-level power. Gathered together, it was even more terrifying than a cosmic storm. In an instant, the starry sky seemed to be disturbed by the super-strong energy waves, sometimes twisting, sometimes folding.

This was still in the situation where the Sixth Naraka had extremely high carrying capacity. If it were the outside universe, it would shatter in this instant. The unbearable energy would shatter the spatial barriers, creating space phenomena like black holes, thereby causing huge damage.

But here...

Looking at the 'overwhelming' positron streams, Bloodshot didn't move. His body quickly blurred, and beams of light shot in from his front and out from his back, without harming him at all. Relatively, in the dense energy storm, his eyes suddenly flashed, and the skin on the left side of his neck wriggled and opened, revealing two small crystalline substances.

The next moment, an invisible wave spread out widely from Bloodshot as the center.

"Ah... head, my head..." A Gita suddenly stopped attacking, fear and pain rising in his muddled mind.

"It hurts... it hurts so much, it's going to explode!"

"Me, me too..."

"So scary, so sad..."

As the invisible wave spread, all the Gitas covered their heads like madmen, rolling painfully in the void. But Bloodshot flashed and appeared below them, reaching out his right hand upward.

"Force field, gravity, absorption, imprisonment!"

With a bang, the space in the center of the battlefield suddenly collapsed, forming a huge gravitational vortex. The Gitas were controlled by the gravitational field, involuntarily sucked into it. In just a moment, it actually formed a huge 'meatball'. The gravitational turbulence raged wildly, causing them to constantly shrink, and shrink again!

Below this huge 'meatball', Bloodshot had just retracted his right hand, then clenched his fists with both hands, and retracted them to his ribs.

"That stance..." From the human fleet watching the battle in the rear, a space warrior's surprised voice sounded. "That's... mercenary combat technique... Chaotic Wind?"

"That's impossible, who would use low-level combat techniques on such a battlefield?" another voice said.

They discussed in low voices, but they didn't know that in Bloodshot's mind at this moment, power rules were constantly being perfected and combined, forming strange runes.

Chaotic Wind, multiplication, condensation...

Attribute granting, reloading...

Medium, Gravity Fist...

Force field inclusion.

"Let's end this!"

Mercenary Fist Technique, Destruction Skill.

Gravity Explosion!!