Colonial Suit

Boom...

A magical guided mothership nearly a thousand kilometers long exploded and disintegrated in the starry sky. Huge chunks of wreckage broke away from the main body, sliding down like collapsing mountains. Countless human fighters flew past the surface of the wreckage at high speed, setting off patches of fire. Dense rain of bullets swept across the surface of the wreckage layer by layer, causing the armor to burst into flames, and shot the constantly ejected escape pods into fireballs in mid-air.

In front of the garden's French window, the Speaker's face was half-lit, half-shadowed, his gaze indifferent. Behind him, Sal Jones walked over like a ghost, bowing his head and saying,

"Ten minutes ago, Despair and Haster died in battle."

The Speaker's brow twitched, and the temperature in the garden plummeted, as if going from autumn to severe winter in an instant. Sal Jones swayed slightly, then quickly steadied himself.

"What about Calamity?"

"He suffered serious injuries and is returning. Only twelve members of their team are left," Sal Jones said quickly. "They encountered the Grand Inquisitor."

"The Inquisition?" The Speaker's eyebrows rose, finally showing some emotion. "How long has it been since those guys appeared?"

"They haven't appeared since the Great Chaos," Sal Jones replied, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes. "I'm afraid we won't be able to suppress them."

"That's to be expected," the Speaker said, without a trace of surprise on his face. "Although this organization has almost disappeared today, you and I both know how huge a role it played during the Great Chaos. It can be said that half of the reason for Krodir's destruction lies with them."

"They are all the strongest of the strong, the elite of the elite, just like our Highnesses."

"So Despair has fallen," Sal Jones sighed, somewhat sadly. "But before he died, he used Mental Collapse, covering all the Boca people who were chasing them, and also dragged the surrounding enemies down with him."

"He fulfilled his duty."

In the garden, the Speaker's eyes were clear, as if he could see Despair's glory before his death through the huge French window. That forbidden Mental Collapse destroyed not the bodies of the Boca people, but their beliefs. Without their minds, even if those Boca people were still alive, they would only be walking corpses.

"He's a great young man." In the silence, the Speaker's voice sounded, as if murmuring, as if stating a fact. "But unfortunately, I'm afraid I won't have time to hold a funeral for him. Let this war be his funeral."

"Order the fleet to advance, we are entering the second stage."

"Understood, the order will be executed immediately," Sal Jones said, turning and walking out of the garden.

In the starry sky, the human fleet was like an endless ocean, slowly surging forward. Densely packed warships spread out beneath the Speaker's feet, completely without end. The constantly lit flames of war in front also formed a clear boundary, constantly extending forward.

The war had reached this point, no longer a simple intrusion, but stalemate and attrition.

Humans, Teng蛇, Mocha, ancient Titans. All civilizations belonging to this alliance were contributing their strength. Every minute and every second was burning the blood of civilization, devouring massive amounts of resources. A small civilization with seven or eight colonies could not even sustain itself here for a minute. When the war entered the meat grinder stage, it was the most terrifying devouring monster in the universe.

Life, warships, ordinary people, space warriors, were all cells of this devouring monster, a consumable. The fleets in front were fighting each other, and the civilians in the immigration ships behind could only pray in the darkness. No one could see anything, because even the huge warships in their eyes were as tiny as dust in this battlefield.

Fire, explosions, excellent commanders pointing and looking down, swaths of fighters roaring back and forth, huge motherships opening their gates... all were just a corner of the battlefield, and above the battlefield, the battles between space warriors were the same, with people constantly winning and constantly falling.

On the light screen next to the Speaker, the state of the battle was refreshed at microsecond intervals, and data slid down like a waterfall.

The Speaker's expression was very calm. He knew that countless people were dying at this moment, and countless warships were disappearing. But these were all necessary, the price paid for the continuation of the race and civilization. His role was to make the sacrifices worthwhile.

It seemed that humanity's progress was difficult.

On the whole battlefield, the human fleet was on par with the combined Boca Sasha fleet, even slightly advantageous. After all, Boca and Sasha had not engaged in large-scale wars for a long time, so in terms of fleet warfare, humans, who were in a state of constant warfare, had more experience, better crew, and more base numbers. These factors combined allowed them to slowly advance, gradually dividing the Boca and Sasha garrison fleets.

This was a slow process, and it was estimated that it would take at least three days to complete the entire goal, but everyone could see that once the division was completed, the Boca and Sasha fleets would have no power to fight back. In the war of ordinary people, humanity would surely win.

The problem now was that in high-level warfare, that is, in the battles of cosmic powerhouses, humans were at a disadvantage...

Boca and Sasha's foundations were too strong. They could easily produce many planetary-level and star-level powerhouses. As for the elite class, legendary figures like the Nine Star Shattering Kings and the Seven Light Breaking Palaces, they also had the same strong men to fight against.

No, it was no longer appropriate to use the word 'fight against', it was simply a complete suppression.

After all, humans had too little time to grow. Even with a large population base and many talented people, how could they compare with old aristocratic races like Boca and Sasha? The Seven Kings and Nine Generals were indeed strong, but their numbers were also there. Even if they could exchange one person for several, dozens, or hundreds of enemies, what was the point?

This was the final war, even the lives of top powerhouses were consumables!!

So at this moment, the Speaker already felt that humanity was running out of steam. All he could do was use the war of ordinary people to seize the initiative and reduce the pressure of high-level warfare.

It was a pity... Even the Speaker knew that this was useless.

"War, after all, will be decided by the upper echelons."

In front of the French window, the Speaker murmured, his brow furrowing tighter and tighter. At this moment, Sal Jones' footsteps came from behind again.

"Your Excellency, twelve minutes ago, Vortex (Devourer) and Radiance encountered the enemy's high-end forces. They killed all enemies, including seven Grand Inquisitors, twelve Temple Knights, and three hundred and seventy-six Arbitrators. Our side..."

Speaking of this, Sal Jones suddenly stopped, seeming somewhat shocked.

"How are they?" the Speaker asked softly, his voice still calm.

Behind him, Sal Jones was silent for a while, finally answering in a deep voice, "Vortex and Radiance, died in battle. The accompanying team, completely annihilated."

Crack!

The square brick under the Speaker's feet suddenly burst, and the garden was as silent as death... (To be continued...)