Colonial Suit

The disaster didn't linger in place for long. Although he had just used a powerful skill to turn hundreds of Susha Conquerors into flying sand, he couldn't rest. As a member of the 'Kings,' he had to play his part on the battlefield.

Concentrated, large-area destruction.

Precise, targeted elimination of high-end enemies.

This was the battle rule of the Cosmic Warriors: simple and effective.

At the same time, there were many others with the same idea.

On another battlefield, far away, human warriors were in a bitter fight. A squad of only a dozen people was being targeted by a Boka Inquisitor, constantly shifting through space, using the gaps in movement to counterattack. Although they were working hard, and their abilities and experience were excellent, unfortunately, the enemy was stronger. That Boka Inquisitor led nearly a hundred attendants, each with the strength of a Meteor-level, encircling and suppressing them, gradually eroding the human squad's space to maneuver.

The human squad leader, a burly man in heavy armor, retreated while shouting to his teammates behind him, "Go! Go to the other side, find an easier target!"

"But Captain, you..." a girl cried, her eyes showing reluctance.

"Don't worry about me!" the captain roared, suddenly reaching out from the void to grab a ball of purple lightning, throwing it at a certain coordinate in front. A Boka Arbiter had just poked his head out of subspace there, and was forced back by the purple lightning, leaving only a shrill scream.

"Get out! Don't delay my business!" the captain said coldly. The teammates had no choice but to retreat upon seeing this. In fact, everyone knew what the captain meant by staying behind, but staying here would not only be useless, but would also cause more warriors to sacrifice themselves.

War is not reckless courage. It's necessary to exchange the least cost for more results. The so-called one-man army, sweeping everything, is either a powerful expert traversing the starry sky, or an idiot.

So, when his teammates left, the captain opened his armor's mask, took out a cigar, and took a deep puff. "Damn it, actually, I also want to run, but if I did, no one would be able to escape."

"Besides, Emily, am I, a big man, supposed to let a little girl do the rearguard action? You're still too young..."

As he spoke, he pressed a button on his wrist, and dozens of pressure relief ports on his back opened simultaneously, spraying out a large amount of white mist. Seven or eight pump lines inside the armor suddenly started, injecting all the prepared potions into his body. Immediately, the captain's blood vessels dilated highly, and a large amount of blood mixed with energy was pumped from the heart to the whole body.

"Ya..." The captain's mouth and nose spewed out layers of hot air, and his eyes turned a deep red. "Come on... all come into my bowl."

At the same time, the starry sky opposite him twisted, and as many as dozens of Boka Arbiters jumped out, surrounding him. Then, a man in half-robe armor appeared before the captain. He first looked around, then frowned and said, "They all ran away? Why didn't you run?" (Note: Inquisitors are mid-level units of the Inquisition, and are different from Grand Inquisitors. Roughly equivalent to upper-level Planet rank.)

The captain grinned, his eyes full of disdain. "If I ran, who would stay and talk to you?"

"Then you shall die here," the Inquisitor said, too lazy to waste words, and pointed directly at the captain. "Kill him!"

The captain also raised his chin at the same time, about to shout, "See who... uh?"

The high-pitched voice stopped abruptly, because he suddenly saw one or more silver lines appear on all the Boka people surrounding him. Then, they all turned into countless pieces in the starry sky. The clean and neat division was as if they had been cut open long ago, leaving the captain completely stunned.

Dozens of Boka warriors, including the Inquisitor at the upper-Planet level, died cleanly without even a chance to utter a sound. How could he accept such a scene?

And only at this time did a certain void not far away twist slightly, and a black-clothed youth appeared.

"You... uh..." The captain was a little dazed. "Did you do this?"

The youth glanced at him coldly without saying a word. He just reached out and wiped the corpses of the Boka people. A silver light swept into his hand. Then, his figure blurred and sank into anti-space.

Before leaving, he said to the captain, "Good job, bait."

"Bait?" The captain's eyes widened, almost unable to believe his ears.

What a joke. His squad had fought hard for half a day, and fled for half a day, finally managing to escape with most of the people, only to realize that he was bait when he was prepared to die with the enemy? What was this youth talking about? Did he know his efforts?

No, wait... the captain suddenly froze. He remembered that among the human powerhouses, there was indeed such a guy who liked to hide in the dark, waiting for complete certainty before delivering a fatal blow. That guy was Jie.

"Starry Sky First Assassin, Jie!"

The captain gnashed his teeth and said bitterly. He only felt a wave of grievance surge into his heart... Who was he working so hard for?

Damn it, he had already injected the berserk potion, but he hadn't even left a single hair of the enemy, how was he supposed to live? Was he supposed to play with himself?

"Ah ah ah ah..." Under the starry sky, the captain's venting roar echoed.

At the same time, in another place, far away, Heck was standing in front of a group of white-robed Grand Inquisitors. He was dressed in a clean white casual suit, with a grass stem in his mouth, as if he were on an outing. However, when the captain was calling out with resentment, he also glanced in that direction as if he had noticed something, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"That guy Jie sold out his teammates again... I wonder which unlucky guy it is this time."

Saying that, he raised his head and glanced at the gorgeous lineup opposite him. He asked lazily, "Hey, have you guys thought about it? Are you going to fight or run away?"

The Boka people on the opposite side stirred slightly, and a white-robed Grand Inquisitor frowned.

They were planning to raid the human mothership cluster, but they never thought that they would encounter Heck as soon as they came out of anti-space. Because of his unfathomable feeling towards Heck, he did not order an attack. But at this moment, Heck's words undoubtedly angered him. "Young man, do you know what you are saying? Do you think you are the human 'King'?"

"I'm not a King," Heck replied with a smile, not nervous at all. "But for you, whether I am a King or not is irrelevant."

"Because... I'm here to kill you... Are you ready?"

"You!?" The Grand Inquisitor was furious and was about to scold him for his arrogance when he saw Heck suddenly reveal a mysterious smile and blow a breath at him.

"Sleep in the embrace of the Ice Goddess..."

"Eternal Ice Coffin!!"

In an instant, white light surged, and all the Boka people were sealed in huge solid ice, their expressions frozen in the previous second. (To be continued...)