Colonial Suit

The wind rises…

In the vacuum of space, there shouldn't be any wind. But here, there were flowing ripples. They stirred people's hair and blew away their confusion.

The old man walked step by step from the void, unhurried, as if the collapse of the entire world before him couldn't move him in the slightest. He didn't possess intense energy or aura, but no one dared to underestimate him even a little.

Because he was the bar owner.

The one who owned bars in all major human cities, always standing behind the counter wiping glasses. No matter where, as long as there were humans, his bar could be found, and he could be seen. It was as if he had countless clones, omnipresent. He was a legend and a mystery. No one knew where he came from or what his identity was.

But now, how could people not understand?

He was the Emperor!

The void was silent, and everyone silently watched the old man, watching him walk step by step. His footsteps were silent, but that sound echoed in the hearts of everyone, of all life. Like the thunder from the distant horizon, heavy and powerful.

Poof!

A Boca person at the very front spat out a mouthful of crystalline light, and countless cracks appeared all over his body, followed by his companions behind him, and one pale-faced Sasha warrior after another. They didn't feel any attack, but their bodies were suddenly injured, as if an invisible force had crushed their heart cores. Looking towards the sky, the ordinary bar owner was still moving forward, but no one dared to stand before him anymore.

He was a person, an ordinary person.

But he was also a person, he was a god.

"I didn't expect humans to have such outstanding experts," the Hot Throne's pupils contracted as he stared unblinkingly at the bar owner. His voice became serious. "Your power has earned you the right to be taken seriously. But do you know how many people have sacrificed to achieve this?"

"How many souls are flowing within your body?!"

"How many resentments?!"

What souls? Resentments??

The Hot Throne's words made the hearts of everyone present clench, and they turned their gazes to the bar owner. But no matter how they looked, they couldn't see anything special about the bar owner. Apart from the amazing momentum when he first appeared, he was now just an old man. An ordinary old man.

"Hmph," a muffled grunt suddenly came from under the bar owner's hat. Then he slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at the Hot Throne opposite him. "As expected of the Boca race's most powerful ancient forerunner, to be able to see through my reality at a glance."

"That's right, I can't really be considered a normal life form, but rather a collection of the desires of humans for strength and the pursuit of the future over the past ten thousand years. I was born from nothingness. I woke up from the thoughts of humans. In the heart of every human being, there is a shadow of me, and the nourishment that I crave."

"I exist because of humans… desires, ambitions, all the needs and sustenance of the mind," the bar owner lowered his head, looking at his hands.

"Is my mission."

"You're a monster," the Hot Throne said unceremoniously. "Since you can't be considered a life form, why do you possess such great power? And what gives you the courage to stand before us? Don't you know that for you, the Holy Light of our Boca race is the greatest nemesis?"

The Hot Throne was right. The Holy Light of the Boca race was the purest positive energy in the universe. It had a strong restraining effect on many 'phantom creatures' born from life's thoughts and desires. It was also the most suitable 'potion' for purifying the spirit.

"I woke up from nothingness," the bar owner raised his head, "When I first gained consciousness, I heard the prayers of humans."

"I have seen too much injustice in the evolution and survival of humans."

"I have seen too much suffering in the struggles and deaths of humans."

"Don't you understand? My existence is the need of humans themselves. Compared to you, humans are too weak. Discriminated against and bullied by all higher life forms. So in their minds, they created a savior for themselves, a powerful being who can protect them."

"Your Holy Light is ineffective against me because humans simply don't believe that there will be justice in this world. Nor do they believe in salvation," the bar owner smiled slightly. "Then how can I, who am their hope, be afraid?"

"This is troublesome," Hearing this, the Hot Throne frowned slightly and said to his companion in a low voice. "He has broken away from the category of phantom creatures and reached a higher level of life form. This guy… may be even more terrifying than the past Krodir Overlord."

"Yes. I see the prayers of too many creatures on him. Very similar to the power of faith we have collected in the past. This shows that he has reached the same level as us. If he can be used at will, he will definitely be a formidable enemy," the Holy Light Instructor continued, with a look of seriousness on his face.

The human Emperor was indeed a threat.

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However… fortunately, there was only one of him. But there were three of them. If they had the same level of power, then quantity would be the key to determining victory.

The two looked at each other and understood what the other meant. So the Hot Throne stepped forward and said to the bar owner. "We will not let you pass. I'm sorry, this is not a normal contest, but a war concerning the right to racial survival. If you insist on taking action for humans, then we will also go all out."

Speaking of this, the Hot Throne paused, and his gaze swept over the human elites. "I am very sorry."

As he spoke, his eyes flashed, and an invisible force suddenly generated from the void, instantly crushing towards the human elites. At the same time, the Holy Light Instructor and the Prophet both turned to look at the bar owner, locking onto him firmly with their thoughts.

If the bar owner were to take action, they would definitely stop him at the first moment.

There was no doubt that this behavior was very despicable and shameless, but they did not feel the slightest bit of shame. As the Hot Throne said, when it came to the survival of the race, they could use any means. There was no justice in war, only the strong preying on the weak.

However, what they didn't expect was that the bar owner just shook his head slightly. Without revealing a trace of anger. He didn't even look at the Hot Throne, just stood silently in the void. As if waiting for something.

At the same time, in the direction of the humans attacked by the Hot Throne, two powerful auras suddenly erupted again, and before the Hot Throne could react, an even more domineering, hotter, and more unreasonable invisible force suddenly burst forth, colliding fiercely with his thoughts.

In just one moment, his expression changed, and he staggered back as if he were drunk…(To be continued ~^~)