Colonial Suit

The sky was burning…

Those who haven't experienced it firsthand can never imagine how spectacular it was.

The gray sky was completely dyed red by the flames, and one after another, huge spaceships tumbled in the sky, constantly struck by thick, black-red light beams. Each hit left a huge hole in the hull. The circular electromagnetic shields flashed briefly around them, but could only weaken the power.

In just ten minutes, five spaceships had already been shot down, turning into falling meteorites.

This was still the result of Blood Pupil being unable to mobilize all the Blood Nests, because due to the curvature of the planet, he had deployed less than twenty Blood Nests in this direction, which was not enough to form a dense fire network. But even so, the Blood Nests' attack power still made this fleet desperate.

Its power was too terrifying.

These self-defense entities left by the Krodir on this planet could actually emit positron beams, a terrifying weapon that specifically attacked the atomic structure of matter, within their bodies. They were simply the nemesis of all material armor. Ordinary battleships couldn't resist, let alone withstand them for a moment. They could only rely on energy shields to block them slightly. But the problem was, who could guarantee that the energy shields would be fully effective in the atmosphere?

In Hilte's bridge, the bearded captain was already tearing his eyes apart, driven to near madness by the fleet's losses.

But no matter how frantically he ordered acceleration, he could only watch his warships decrease little by little. By the time they rushed out of the atmosphere, only three Hilte remained. And two of them had also been hit by positron beams, damaging their deceleration plates.

However, after entering the atmosphere, the deceleration plates were no longer very useful. The warships mainly relied on anti-gravity fields to fly, so it didn't have much impact.

"Charge down and suppress those monsters!" He stood by the captain's seat, gritting his teeth and roaring.

The huge images presented on the screen in front of him at this moment looked just like monsters. They were huge meat lumps like flower buds, scattered all over the planet's surface. They wriggled quickly, transmitting vibrations from the base to the head, and each time it reached the head, it would spit out a positron beam. The bearded captain could see clearly that his fleet had suffered heavy losses under their attacks.

He didn't know what those monsters were, but he had also calculated that there were only about twenty 'flower buds' appearing below at the moment. With the strength of three Hilte, it was possible to suppress them.

Under his command, the three Hilte accelerated and entered the atmosphere. Their flexibility was much better, and the anti-gravity field allowed their kilometers-long hulls to hover in the air, wantonly venting firepower on the ground below.

From below, these three kilometers-long Hilte were shockingly large, like a cloud covering half the sky. Cannons protruded from the gates under the hull, and in the blink of an eye, they spewed out thick plasma beams.

Instantly, the entire sky was filled with these plasma beams, with white beams falling from the sky everywhere. The first Blood Nest to encounter them was torn to pieces without even reacting, turning into a pool of twitching blood. Countless tendons and veins wriggled in it, looking extremely disgusting. And around it, thousands of square meters of ground were bombarded by plasma beams, large swathes of rocky ground were uplifted, and countless earth and rocks soared into the air.

In just an instant, Rotaska seemed to have ushered in the end of the world. Beams of light fell from the sky, destroying everything they could. Blood Pupil personally saw a huge mountain being bombarded by countless plasma beams, collapsing in an instant with countless holes.

This is the scene of the end of the world… In the Land of Broken Bones, all the tribal elders gathered together, trembling with fear as they looked outside. At this moment, their hearts were filled with shock, and even more with gratitude to Blood Pupil. If he hadn't ordered all the tribes to move into the Land of Broken Bones, they didn't know how many people would have died under the beams of light in the sky.

One volley destroyed as many as five Blood Nests. The power of the cannons was evident.

The bearded captain breathed a sigh of relief, and a relieved expression finally appeared on his face. What he feared most was that these never-before-seen monsters would have super strong defenses, but now they seemed very fragile. As long as they could be destroyed, then with the thousands of plasma cannons of the three Hilte, this planet would be finished.

But the smile had just appeared on his face when it immediately froze.

On the screen in front of him, a scene that stunned him appeared.

Below a destroyed 'flower bud', a massive amount of red blood suddenly gushed out, covering the entire base in the blink of an eye. Immediately afterward, the shattered 'flower bud' in the blood wriggled again, with countless tendons and blood vessels mixed together, growing… multiplying. In just a few seconds, it had piled up again.

"What the hell is that thing!?" The bearded captain cursed, a look of fear in his eyes.

Living in a mechanical civilization, he couldn't understand this scene at all. But before he could react, the 'flower bud' had already piled back to its original size, with countless tendons entangled, once again spewing out black-red positron beams.

With a "boom", a Hilte next to it was caught off guard and hit in the belly by this positron beam. Its energy shield only twisted a few times before collapsing. Immediately afterward, a positron beam with a diameter of hundreds of meters directly penetrated the hull and shot out from above.

"Not good, that's the engine room!!" A crew member with sharp eyes immediately screamed.

But it was too late. Having its vitals penetrated by the positron beam, that Hilte was already doomed. In just a short while, it began to chain explode. Balls of fire exploded in various positions on the hull along the energy pipes, and countless armors scattered and shot out. At the same time, it was penetrated by several positron beams.

Five minutes later, this warship, which was several kilometers long, shook and fell to the ground. Flames blazed on the hull, and countless escape pods shot out from various angles.

"The Sensur is finished," the bearded captain closed his eyes in pain.

After fighting until now, his fleet had only two warships left. But he still hadn't suppressed the enemy. He was completely desperate. He just didn't know if the crew members who abandoned ship and escaped could survive on this strange planet?

Before landing on this planet, how could he have imagined such a scene? He never thought that an adventure would become his doomsday.

"Order, continue to suppress. We… have no retreat," the bearded captain took a deep breath and said despairingly.

The battle ended quickly.

Although the Hilte had many cannons, they were too fragile compared to the self-repairing Blood Nests. No matter how many times they destroyed the Blood Nests, they could be reborn in the blood, while the warship would lose its ability to continue fighting as long as it was penetrated once.

So even though the remaining two Hilte fought with all their might, they only lasted for less than ten minutes before their shields were broken through by the positron beams one after another, and they exploded and caught fire one after another.

On the crumbling warship, the bearded captain took one last look at his ship and issued the order to abandon ship.

Five minutes later, this warship, which embodied the latest technology of the Xilek people, completely disintegrated in several positron beams, turning into countless wreckage that fell below.

The three Hilte released tens of thousands of escape pods, covering half the planet from the start. Originally, this was a good way to evacuate and escape, which could avoid being wiped out as much as possible. But all the crew members didn't expect that the nightmare had just begun.

No matter where the escape pods landed, a group of planet natives would quickly appear, chasing them as if they had been injected with chicken blood. Although these planet natives didn't have high-tech weapons, their combat power was amazing. No matter how the escaping crew members resisted, it was useless. They would only die if they were caught up. And the most terrifying thing was that these planet natives seemed to have mastered a mysterious passage that allowed them to appear in every corner of the planet at any time, making them extremely elusive and difficult to deal with.

Compared to these planet natives, there was an even more terrifying creature: the Blood Nest that had destroyed their fleet.

God knows what kind of creature it was. It could plant its roots in the ground like a plant. But unlike plants, these monsters were carnivores. As long as crew members landed near them, countless thick tentacles would break out of the ground and drag these poor crew members underground. Those chased by the natives could still see their corpses, but those entangled by these thick tentacles couldn't even see their corpses. They could only hear terrifying chewing sounds coming from underground, as well as the dying screams of the crew members.

Natives, monsters, and the ubiquitous, freezing winds.

The bearded captain didn't know why this was happening, but he felt like he had become the enemy of the entire planet, and there was danger wherever he went. This planet couldn't tolerate them for a moment.

In this situation, the crew members following him quickly decreased, and after a few days, there were less than five people left.

So when he finally encountered a group of planet natives who emerged from the ground, the bearded captain gave up resisting and raised his hands to them.

"Come on, take me to see your leader. I want to know who caused all this."

The other party approached silently, and the person in front was none other than Merk. He looked at the bearded captain strangely before tentatively asking. "You are, their leader?"

"I am!" The bearded captain was overjoyed, never expecting that the natives here could communicate. So he hurriedly said, "This is a misunderstanding. We didn't attack you proactively. I am a senior warship commander of the Xilek people. I hope to receive the treatment I deserve. After the battle is over, allow me to redeem myself."

After speaking, the bearded captain looked at the other party with hope, waiting for their reply.

But he didn't expect that Merk only remained silent for a moment after hearing his words before walking over… and twisting his neck.

Before his gaze gradually dimmed, he vaguely heard the other party muttering to himself.

"Our Lord said, this is a massacre."

"Kill them all, don't let one go!"