Colonial Suit

Narak… Seventh Layer.

Across the vast plains, the battle raged on. Storms howled, and beams of light rained down… The war between humanity and the Boka and Susha alliance had reached its most brutal point. Every moment, countless elites perished, and warships exploded. In the rear of the human lines, immigration ships were faintly visible, indicating that humanity had little war power left and could not effectively protect even the most critical immigration ships.

"Die!" A human mercenary dodged an attack from a Boka Arbiter, and with a backhand slash, he cut into the opponent's side. But his blade became stuck. His strength was exhausted, and he couldn't cut through the Arbiter's shield.

The mercenary gasped, involuntarily kneeling. "Is this… the end?"

A foot appeared before him, the foot of the Boka Arbiter. The mercenary looked up and saw the Arbiter's狰狞 face. "Lowly蝼蚁. You are destined to become dust in history."

The mercenary felt deep despair and slowly closed his eyes.

But… death did not come. He opened his eyes and found that the powerful Boka Arbiter was frozen in place, and not just him, but all the Boka on the entire battlefield. The eerie scene was as if time had been paused.

"What's going on?" The mercenary was puzzled. Before he could react, he saw light particles scattering from the bodies of all the Boka, and then their bodies gradually shrank and disappeared, as if melting snow. The light spots increased, and the Boka decreased. On the other side, the Susha were also disappearing, but they were not dissolving and scattering. Instead, they were being devoured by their own cells, turning into puddles of rotten flesh.

Looking around, the entire battlefield was like this. One by one, the Boka scattered, and one by one, the Susha fell. The ferocious and powerful enemies from just moments ago were now so脆弱. All attacks ceased in an instant, and the war came to a standstill.

The battlefield fell silent. The human elites stared at everything in stunned silence, feeling as if they were dreaming.

There was no more fighting because the enemies had disappeared. The distant enemy warships, without controllers, began to tilt and explode, turning into patches of light…

"We… won?" The human mercenary rubbed his eyes in disbelief, muttering to himself.

"Yes, we won." A female mercenary walked to his side and helped him up.

"It must be Her Majesty Muse and His Majesty Blood瞳."

"They won the war for us!"

"Aww!" After a brief silence, the mercenaries cheered, and crazy screams and whistles echoed through all channels. In the rear, people on the immigration ships embraced each other, regardless of whether they knew each other, whether they were men or women, old or young. Tears welled up in their eyes, tears of joy and relief.

At that moment, the gates of the Garden of Eden were also burst open by a disheveled mercenary.

"Speaker Salch Jones! Black Tide… Black Tide!"

"What's wrong with the Black Tide?" Salch Jones quietly watched the battlefield below, asking softly.

"The Black Tide has disappeared!"

"What!?" Salch Jones turned sharply, staring at the mercenary. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. This is the result from all observation stations. Although it hasn't completely disappeared, it is indeed receding. Now the Black Tide in the Second World has been reduced by more than half, and the past star fields have returned!"

"What's going on?" Salch Jones asked urgently, his gaze gradually turning to the giant Gate of Farewell below. "Could it be… on the Gate of Farewell side…"

"Blood瞳 won."

On the battlefield below, Robbie slowly walked to the top of a mountain, at the foot of which was the giant Gate of Farewell. His black priest's robe fluttered in the wind, and his face wore a sunny smile. In his hand was an open Bible, from which faint圣洁 songs could be heard. "He really did it."

"Of course, Blood瞳哥哥 never lets us down," Little Posy said behind Robbie, her face also filled with a happy smile. "Now we can go over there. We're not needed here anymore."

"Hehe." Robbie suddenly laughed, but a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. "I'm afraid that won't work."

"Why?" Mia looked up, asking innocently.

"Because…" Robbie paused, pointing below. "We… can never go there again."

Following Robbie's finger, the twin sisters saw that the giant Gate of Farewell was losing its luster. As the Boka and Susha disappeared, their Pools of Light and Gates of Darkness also lost their function, unable to maintain the existence of the Gate of Farewell. In other words, the entrance to the First World would be permanently closed.

"I know this is cruel," Robbie's gaze was sorrowful. He lowered his head, his golden hair fluttering in the wind. "But I think Blood瞳 may have left us forever."

"No!" Little Posy suddenly screamed, tears welling up in her eyes. "This isn't true!"

"How could Blood瞳哥哥 leave us? He hasn't eaten me yet!"

"I don't want to!"

"I want him back! I want him back!! Without him, who will care about us, who will care about us!?"

"I want him back!!"

Little Posy cried loudly, tears streaming down her cheeks. She cried so sadly, so despairingly. Mia hugged her tightly, and both of them wept bitterly, gradually collapsing on the mountaintop…

Robbie was silent for a long time, then turned and walked down the mountain.

This is war… In fact, when Blood瞳 decided to go to the Gate of Farewell, Robbie had already thought of the possible ending. The First World was by no means the paradise people imagined, but hell. Those innocent lambs… always liked to place their hopes on the unknown, but they didn't know that behind that unknown, demons might be lurking.

Robbie looked up, his golden hair fluttering.

It was raining…

Were they raindrops from the New World?

Or… the twin's tears?

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At the same time, in the void above, Dirk and Rhea stood together. Next to them was the bar owner. After the final battle, Rhea was covered in wounds, while Dirk was the same as he had been at the beginning. Standing shoulder to shoulder, Dirk suddenly said.

"I remember you said this battle would result in death."

"Yes, it will," Rhea replied, then took out a cigar, put it in his mouth, and lit it. "But not you, me."

Saying that, he patted Dirk's shoulder, and a red light flashed on his hand. Then his whole person began to wither, becoming weak. His burly body quickly shriveled, and his breath began to fade.

Dirk turned his head to look at him, asking softly. "You gave me your life force, what about you?"

"I should have died long ago," Rhea's lips trembled, and the cigar in his mouth shook. "My psionic power has long been damaged, even if I didn't give you this, I wouldn't be able to live. Besides, after so many years, I'm already very tired."

"Live well with your woman, Dirk. Consider it… the King, and my compensation to you."

"A… vacation without a deadline."

"As for me… it seems… I heard the King's call…"

"My King…"

Rhea murmured softly, his voice getting lower and lower, until finally. He lowered his head and was no longer breathing.

The burning cigar fell from his mouth, scattering sparks in the sky…

Dirk reached out to support Rhea, looking up into the distance… His expression was still calm, as if Rhea's departure had not affected anything, but only those who knew him well could see the deep sorrow… and anticipation in his eyes.

The bar owner came behind Dirk at some point, asking softly. "Can you stay?"

"No," Dirk shook his head, then carried Rhea and flew into the distance.

I have experienced too much, fought for too long… Now, it's time for me to rest. The name冥王. I hope it will only exist in history forever, not on the battlefield.

The bar owner silently watched Dirk's back. In the direction he disappeared, human fleets slowly emerged, and countless salutes rang out. There were cheers and jubilation everywhere. The bar owner suddenly smiled, and he also turned into a meteor, flying towards humanity's Eden…

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Chaos, the product of evolution.

It is the beginning of the universe, and also the end of the universe. Legend has it that a long, long time ago. A destruction spread to this chaos, swallowing the void. But nothing is eternal, even destruction is the same. When the vast prairie is burned by wildfire, the remaining ashes are the best fertilizer.

Qialire, 1737.

Metek Planet.

This is a small planet in the new universe, located in the Qialire star system. The environment is beautiful and the temperature is moderate. But because the technological level of the new universe is still very low. Most civilizations are in their infancy, this place has not received interference.

A verdant mountain peak soared into the clouds, and a waterfall cascaded from the top… The rumbling sound of the water was deafening.

The most⊥new⊥small⊥say⊥in⊥⊥6⊥9⊥⊥book⊥⊥bar⊥⊥first⊥release!

At the foot of the mountain was a forest. Beside the forest was a thatched hut.

A man with a bare upper body was chopping wood.

He didn't look strong, but his body was covered with scars. He chopped the wood piece by piece, splitting the logs into long strips. After finishing all this, he stood up and stretched greatly. Crystalline sweat dripped from his body, scattering colorful light in the sunlight.

In front of the thatched hut not far away, a red-haired woman was preparing lunch. Noticing the man's actions, she smiled and walked over, draping a piece of clothing over the man's shoulders.

"Rest more if you're weak. These chores aren't done in a day."

"I feel like I'll rust if I don't move. Besides, having lost my power, I have to get used to the life of an ordinary person…" The man replied, then smiled and put his arms around the woman, kissing her red lips…

The waterfall was still rumbling, splashing white spray. Everything was so harmonious.

Until…

"I heard the twins contacted you again? The Nine Heavens is really a good thing…"

"What are you worried about? Anyway, they can't come over."

"Really? But I always feel uneasy. It is said that Qingyue is also trying to find a way. If those guys are together, they might really break through the barrier of the universe."

"Are you jealous?"

"No… how could I be jealous? Besides… even if they come… they still have to call me sister?"

"Ha…" The man laughed, his voice getting louder and louder. Then he picked up the woman and walked towards the simple thatched hut.

The thatched hut is small…

But it is the warmth of memory.

Isn't it?

The small matter of the cosmic war, let those who have the time to do it…………

(End of the book)

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This time it's really over.

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Don't look, it's over even if you look.

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Xiao Dao (Little Knife) is also reluctant, but the book has to end, doesn't it? Otherwise, wouldn't it be a eunuch?

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Okay, in fact, Xiao Dao also wants to continue writing, but that's impossible. Cosmic wars have basically reached their end here. If you continue to write, it will be endless conquest. I didn't say that you are a space lifeform to bully children, is it interesting? So let's stop here. As for the author's words, in the afterword of the following chapters. (To be continued ~^~)

PS: From April 28, 2011, when this book was uploaded to the present, 4 years have passed. Xiao Dao's writing is really slow enough, making the brothers and sisters who have been following Xiao Dao suffer. But this is also Xiao Dao's old problem, and everyone who has been following Xiao Dao knows it. High-quality products need to be repeatedly revised and deleted. A section of thousands of words, Xiao Dao often deletes more than half of the nonsense. But these nonsense are the threads of Xiao Dao's writing and cannot be skipped. So Xiao Dao is very uncomfortable. Writing a book is not something that can write wonderful chapters at any time. Sometimes inspiration gushes out, Xiao Dao will fool you, sometimes thinking is exhausted, Xiao Dao will fool you. But Xiao Dao guarantees that the ideas that fool you are definitely more than the ones that fool you. (Laugh…) Xiao Dao is not a good author, but he wants to be an author who is worthy of his conscience. An author who is worthy of every reader who subscribes to Xiao Dao. So slower is slower. Everyone should not be stingy with subscriptions, Xiao Dao is counting on this for cigarette money. The salary is handed over to the family. Everyone should always save a small share for Xiao Dao. In case you encounter a peach blossom luck or something... cough... this paragraph is coded. Speaking of the next book, Xiao Dao will definitely write it, and there are two ideas. But I haven't started writing yet. So I can't start a book right away. The basic situation is that Xiao Dao plans to rest for a month or two, improve the ideas, and start writing the manuscript. Then open it again. So friends who like Xiao Dao should pay more attention, Xiao Dao still needs your support. It's almost the same here. There is no banquet in the world that doesn't end. See you in the next book. If you love me, don't give up on me. Xiao Dao bows a hundred times.