Colonial Suit

“Prism Diffraction! (Mega-Energy!)”

In the starry sky, a beam of light suddenly jumped and refracted, constructing a cage that bound dozens of mercenaries within. Immediately following, the beam tightened, cutting and grinding these mercenaries like a large net, causing their blood and fragments to spray everywhere.

A Boca Arbiter lowered his hand, with a cold snort. “These lowly ants, what a waste of my time.”

“Alright, Mars, at least you caught them. The targets I aimed at got away. Truly a bunch of rat-like fellows, they slipped away if you're not careful.” Another Arbiter replied, shaking his hand in frustration.

The battles of cosmic warriors are not so simple. Unless one possesses overwhelming strength or fights to the death, fleeing is also a tactic. It must be said that humans are more adept at these things than the Boca, which has diminished the Boca Arbiters' achievements considerably.

“Hmph!” The Arbiter named Mars grunted and turned his head towards another direction.

“Then let's find more ants and let them know what awe is.”

“Let them know that whether it's the past, present, or future, we, the Boca race, are the masters of the universe, forever!”

“Of course, Arbiter Mars!” Attendants echoed from around, their morale high.

But their excitement ended there, because at that moment, a stream of light suddenly flew from afar. The stream of light was extremely fast, arriving at their side in an instant, revealing the figure of a little girl.

A cute face, wavy golden hair, armor in the style of a princess dress, and a long machine gun in her hand. The little girl's image was so strange. As soon as she appeared, she threw a black dot (grenade =_=) tied with a bow at the Boca people, sweetly calling out. “Hello everyone, good morning……”

“Then… a gift!”

Boom, the grenade exploded, forming an ultra-powerful inward gravitational field.

“Not good!”

“What is that? Be careful!”

“Damn it! I can't break free!”

One by one, the Boca people were sucked in by the gravitational field, rapidly pulled towards the center. Only then did the little girl raise her machine gun, winking at them playfully. “Goodbye…”

Rat-tat-tat-tat…

Instantly, a dense barrage of antimatter projectiles engulfed this group of capturable Boca people, tearing them and their magic gear to shreds. A large amount of golden armor and light energy crystals scattered and flew, forming a golden rain of light in the starry sky. The Boca people screamed, but could not break free no matter what...

The sweet little girl, the frantic shooting, and the constantly torn 'flesh' formed a bizarre picture, so beautiful and desolate…

Almost all thirty-seven members of this Boca squad were wiped out by Miya. However, Mars, the strongest of them, finally escaped the force field's restraints, flashing to appear behind Miya.

His eyes were almost filled with anger, and he raised his hand with a ferocious expression. “You despicable fellow! I'll make you…”

Clang!!

A ringing sound interrupted his words, and then Mars lowered his head in astonishment, looking at a silver diagonal line that had suddenly appeared on his chest. He opened his mouth, as if wanting to say something, but couldn't say anything at all.

Without knowing when, another little boy in a silver tuxedo appeared behind him, carrying a huge scythe on his shoulder.

“Ah, you want to hurt my sister? Did you ask me?”

“What are you looking at? If you look again, I'll eat you!”

Little Posey said with a grin, then pushed away Mars's corpse. The huge scythe flashed with cold light in the starry sky, like an invitation from the Grim Reaper.

The twin siblings are dancing in this stage in their own way.

“Ha, found another group. Take this, Starlight Rhapsody!” Miya called out happily.

“What, isn't it just machine gun fire guiding antimatter warheads?” Little Posey called out dissatisfied. “Sister, don't kill them so quickly. Leave some for your dear brother…”

“Tch, you're not good at group attacks anyway, you can't抢人头 me and you still complain?” Little Miya quickly finished off the enemies. After completing the action of 'stealing heads' by killing the Sasha warrior that Little Posey was about to kill with her last shot, she said. “Ahhh… so many, such comfortable soul auras. So pure and cute!”

“Lead them all to the Nine Heavens… my younger siblings need these.”

“Sister!” Little Posey called out in exasperation. “Please leave some for me!”

“Hehe, first come, first served…” Little Miya gave Little Posey a flying kiss and rushed to another battlefield.

From the depths of the distant starry sky, came the voices of the twin siblings. “Sister, it's twelve o'clock… it's my turn to be the older sister.”

“What? Bad signal, can't hear you…”

“Sister!!”

“La la la… can't hear you, can't hear you…”

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At the same time, another battlefield.

A black-robed priest strolled in the starry sky. He did not participate in the battle, and did not seem to want to participate. He was just silently searching. Gradually, he discovered the remains of a battlefield, with the corpses of dozens of Sasha and human warriors suspended here. He walked to a human warrior and lowered his head to look at him.

This warrior was still conscious, but only half of his body remained, and he could die at any moment.

The priest bent down, looking into the warrior's eyes. “Child, do you have anything to say to the Lord?”

“P… Priest… Your Honor…” The warrior suddenly woke up, and with strength from who knows where, struggled to reveal a trace of a smile. “To be able to… to be able to see you before I die… is truly… my luck…”

“It is the Lord's will that guides me to find this place, my child. He lets me listen to your voice, lets me bestow glory upon the brave warriors. I have come here to guide you… everything is the Lord's will.”

Blood flowed down the warrior's forehead, making his face look ferocious. But his expression was so calm, as if he saw the light of the Lord and heard the songs of angels in the priest's voice.

In his dying moments, he murmured as if in a dream. “My hands are stained with blood and sin… my soul is evil because of killing. Can someone like me ascend to Heaven?”

“I bear witness to you, your blood comes from foreigners, your courage comes from the battlefield. And you bravely wield your blade against the darkness, fighting for your race and justice with perseverance until the end. The Lord will surely open the gates of Heaven for you.”

The priest reached out and pressed his hand on the warrior's chest, on that huge and bloody wound…

“The Lord says: Behold, my servant, whom I have chosen, whom I love, in whom my soul delights. I will put my Spirit on him, and he will proclaim justice to the nations. He will not quarrel or cry out; no one will hear his voice in the streets. A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out, till he has brought justice through to victory. In his name the nations will put their hope.”

In the low prayer, the warrior slowly closed his eyes, as if he really saw the gates of Heaven.

The priest quietly watched him, then stood up little by little. “I'm sorry, child, I can only send you here…”

A pistol slid out from the priest's robe, with the letters 'el' vaguely on the gun body…

“Because… I am also a warrior.” (To be continued…)