Colonial Suit

Agree?

Refuse?

Silently, snowflakes fell, landing on the Speaker's gray hair, and on the thin shoulders of the Blood Eye.

Neither of them spoke, only silently feeling it, feeling the rare silence, and the atmosphere of an impending battle... Humanity's difficulties, struggles, missions, and pursuits flashed through their minds like a movie, scene after scene, picture after picture, so clear.

"Let me, die on this glorious battlefield..."

"I am not dead yet."

"Come to me! We'll hold them back!"

"Charge! Die on the road ahead!"

"Focus your fire on me! I'll hold them back!"

Sagester, the National Warfare, and even the wars in which humanity was the main force, those figures traversing the starry sky, those angry roars in the face of death, all seemed like yesterday. Unknowingly, Blood Eye's gaze became a little confused. Once, he was also one of these warriors, and he also devoted himself to the evolution of mankind. But he didn't know when his identity quietly changed. Changed to an identity where even if humans stood in front of him, he would break through.

With a sigh, Blood Eye got up and walked out the door.

"Let me think about it."

"I understand," the Speaker replied, without looking up to see him off. The suffering of Krodir for ten thousand years, those perseverances, the despair that vanished like smoke... everything, everything was now on Blood Eye's shoulders. To make him unfold this civilization to the universe again, what a difficult decision that would be? Could it be that those conquerors who had already died in battle should return to this human battlefield again? To experience the end of the road and despair again?

Then what would their lives be worth? What would their hard fighting and sacrifices be worth?

Krodir has disappeared, it should be allowed to rest in peace... Returning from hell is not the happiness of rebirth, but the sorrow of the dead.

Blood Eye walked blankly, unknowingly returning to his Twilight of the Gods. As soon as he entered the bridge, Robbie keenly noticed his abnormality and asked with concern.

"What's wrong?"

"A little trouble," Blood Eye replied. But he just silently walked to the captain's seat and sat down, playing with a crystal hourglass in front of him, his eyes unfocused. Obviously, he was still immersed in his thoughts. From the time they met until now, when had Blood Eye ever been so confused? In the past, Blood Eye had never retreated, no matter how great the difficulty or how strong the enemy. He was a beast that walked out of the apocalypse. His tenacious body contained a blood-like boiling fighting spirit. And it was this powerful confidence and fighting spirit that supported the sky of this team. Making every team member feel at ease. Peaceful.

But today... why... is Blood Eye confused?

Robbie was very strange, but he also knew that a person like Blood Eye could not be persuaded. Because the stronger the will, the more closed the heart. The strong do not need pity, they only need to lick their wounds when no one is around.

So Robbie could only give the Gemini siblings a look, and take the two little guys away.

Looking at the gradually closing hatch behind him, little Posy said worriedly. "Blood Eye's condition is a bit strange, should Posy create a mental world for him? Maybe it can make him feel better."

"You better not make trouble," Robbie smiled wryly. The Gemini siblings and himself are all specialized in the mental field, but how few ability-type powerhouses has Blood Eye seen? Expecting to influence Blood Eye with mental power is better than finding a piece of tofu to crash to death.

The three of them gradually walked away, while in the bridge behind them, Blood Eye also stood up.

He didn't say anything to the crew who greeted him, and just walked out of the bridge, turned around and went to the top deck.

What was presented in front of him was a vast and boundless starry sky. In the distance, humanity's POS groups slowly stretched out, like a dark cloud. One by one, the POS spheres, which looked only the size of a fingernail, were strung on complex pipelines, just like bunches of grapes. And the twinkling light on each grape was a window.

Looking at these POS groups, Blood Eye seemed to feel the life and vitality in them, the laughter and joy, the children's play, and the adults' laughter and scolding.

That was the scene of the human world, simple, yet real.

And what about himself?

Blood Eye lowered his head, looking at his hands...

Should he protect them?

With that heaviness and sorrow? That power that does not belong to the human world??

Silently, Blood Eye's pupils began to change. A small red dot appeared in the center, then became thicker, larger, and gradually occupied the entire pupil. Blood-like red matter began to rotate, forming a vortex. The next moment, Blood Eye's consciousness came to the sea of blood space. The vibrant POS groups were gone, replaced by the rolling sea of blood and the pungent stench.

Krodir, the King's Territory.

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Krodir is an artificial race, to be precise, except for the first-generation king, the first-generation Krodir people were simply piled up carbohydrates. Initially, they were used as test subjects and slaves. So they had no souls and could not be reincarnated. It was the first king of Krodir who discovered the method of using will to stimulate souls, which allowed the Krodir people to have their own soul power.

It's just a pity that this method is also imperfect. So the Krodir people will not return to reincarnation like other native races, but will completely disappear. Apart from this, only the Underworld of the King of the Underworld and the Sea of Blood of the King can retain the half-souls of these fallen warriors. Becoming the resting place of the Krodir conquerors.

However, there are still some subtle differences, that is, the Underworld of the King of the Underworld retains those who are tired of fighting and want to rest in peace. And the Sea of Blood of the King retains the heroic spirits who desire to fight and whose fighting spirit does not dissipate.

They roared and fought in the Sea of Blood, even if they died, they would not stop. They hoped that one day the King would lead them back to the world and continue the legend of Krodir. Death cannot stop them, nor can it wear them down. They are strong men born to fight, warriors who can never be subdued.

Floating above the Sea of Blood, Blood Eye watched the blood shadows roaring in the seabed with his own eyes, those powerful but fierce vague human figures. Speechless for a long time.

"Why... can't you rest in peace?"

"Is there too much hatred? Or too many regrets?"

"Even if you die, you have to fight in the Sea of Blood, even if you die, you don't want to return to peace. What are you guys... thinking? Is the power of hatred so great? Or is it for that unrealizable fantasy?"

"Krodir... has disappeared..."

In the sky above the Sea of Blood, Blood Eye silently lowered his head, his eyes becoming more and more sad.

He just stood there silently. As if he had forgotten time, and as if he had forgotten reality. The wind is rising... The pungent bloody wind swept past Blood Eye, blowing his clothes and lifting his hair.

Finally, he silently stretched out his hand... and unfolded it towards the Sea of Blood...)