Colonial Suit

"No!!" The golden-armored warrior's eyes widened, roaring with a voice hoarse with desperation.

But he could no longer stop anything. He had to know that he was not facing mere rabble, but an absolute Overlord! The most terrifying warrior in the universe! Even during the Great Chaos, this title was only given to the strongest peak experts. And those who obtained this title absolutely did not boast about it themselves, but gained recognition through endless conquest and slaughter.

In the entire Krodir, in the entire universe, there were no more than five people who could obtain this title!!

Five people! Only five people!!

And now, one of these five people was standing in front of the golden-armored man, raising a finger with a faint smile. Although he was merely a wisp of a clone at this moment, and although nearly ten thousand years had passed, the golden-armored man still felt a chill run through him, feeling a sense of… despair from the bottom of his heart. Chapter 557: Unexpected Obstruction

There was no chance of survival, because their enemy was Shadow.

Among the five Overlords, the one most skilled at manipulating space… the Walker of the Void. Even the War God Rhea had a headache because of him, and the Underworld King Dirk was unwilling to lightly start a war with Shadow.

"Let's solve this together to save trouble."

Shadow said with a smile, and then closed his fingers in front of the golden-armored man.

In an instant, the swirling space vortexes in the sky suddenly stopped, as if time had stood still. Then, countless cracks suddenly appeared. These cracks spread, not only crawling onto the walls and into the void, but also spreading to the mech-armored warriors who had been swept into the vortexes. They were frozen in the air, unable to move, but their eyes revealed a look of utter horror.

Shadow twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a cruel yet pitying smile.

"Fracture Surface, First Layer."

Crack!

A cracking sound rang out in the air, and the next moment the entire sky shattered and fell off, like a mirror being broken. The complete void was instantly divided into countless pieces, the largest like millstones, the smallest like grains of sand. But no matter the size of the fracture, it instantly tore everything apart, naturally including the many mech-armored warriors who were sealed in the space partition. Chapter 557: Unexpected Obstruction

Even if some of them were Meteor-class, and some even reached the edge of the Planet-class, they were helpless in the face of this space-shattering method. They couldn't even put up half a struggle.

After all, there were very few warriors in the universe who could sense the power of the lower layers in advance like Blood瞳.

So they all died, dead beyond dead.

Each person's body was decomposed into dozens, or even hundreds, of pieces. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, as if someone had cut it with a knife. Even more strangely, not even blood flowed out, completely sealed in the cleaved space fragments. Shadow's Fracture Surface was truly terrifying. Even the power of the first layer was enough to ignore any defense below the Planet-class. Not only were normal space existences erased, but even projections of sub-space were also annihilated.

This was the terror of the Walker of the Void, and also the most dangerous rule power among the five Overlords during the Great Chaos.

For a time, the cave was as silent as death. The golden-armored warrior stared blankly at the corpses all over the ground, unable to speak.

In the sky, the shattered space left endless blackness, like the background color under a painting. But in an instant, it began to blur, gradually returning to its original state.

This was the self-repair of the universe's rules. As long as it was not a particularly serious space fragmentation, it could be compensated. However, this involved deep-level rule power after all, so Shadow was not doing well either. Under the shadow of the hood, his eyes dimmed slightly.

As a wisp of a clone left over from ancient times, his actual strength was not much stronger than the Planet-class. The key was the use of rule power. So although he could easily kill so many experts, the damage to himself was still extremely great. Because every time energy was called upon, it was directly taken from his clone power, that is, his soul.

Thousands of years had passed since the Great Chaos. It was already a miracle that he could exist. How much clone energy was left?

Perhaps only he himself knew the answer to this question.

But even so, Shadow still unhesitatingly performed his duties. Because this was not only his pride, but also the dignity of Krodir.

The dignity of Krodir, inherited from ancient times, which had never retreated!

Time passed little by little, and the power of space began to dissipate. The smell of blood also began to permeate the air. To be honest, the mech-armored warriors did not belong to carbon-based life forms. But they also had blood, so it looked equally cruel. Pale blue blood flowed trickling, spreading a strange smell, a bit like grease, and a bit like the stench of ammonia.

The golden-armored man had long been unable to speak, quietly watching the corpses all over the ground, his eyes flickering.

Shadow retracted his finger and sighed softly. "It's been a long time since I've been active, I've become much more rusty."

"L… Lord…" The golden-armored man shuddered and turned his gaze to Shadow. "You…"

"Oh, right. There's still you left." Shadow laughed very freely, and stretched out his finger to the golden-armored man again. "I can't let you be too lonely alone, so you should go with them too."

"Wait! Wait!" The golden-armored man never expected that Shadow would attack him like this, and was immediately startled.

He was a noble of the Aierde people, a noble among nobles, how could he die in this place? Moreover, he had been talking very happily with Shadow before, so why would he kill him so decisively?

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The golden-armored man couldn't understand a hundred times, so he shouted, trying to stop Shadow's decision.

It was a pity that he thought too highly of himself. How could Shadow, who had roamed the universe since ancient times, be troubled by him? To put it bluntly, although he seemed to have a harmonious relationship with Shadow before, in Shadow's heart, he was just a toy. Would an Overlord waste words with a toy? Even if he was a so-called noble of an energy civilization, a nuclear-level toy of the ancient sequence?

The answer, even a fool knows.

"The long years make one lonely." Shadow's index finger popped out, silently pointing at the golden-armored man. "I originally wanted to keep you to talk to me. But… it's a pity."

"My king, doesn't like you. So…"

"Go die."

A black light flashed, and a black line shot towards the golden-armored man. At this time, the golden-armored man already knew that the black light emitted by Shadow was not a ray in the ordinary sense? It was clearly a series of space cracks!! In the face of this indestructible space crack, any resistance was as fragile as a baby! Even if he could penetrate sub-space and leave traces in anti-space, could he resist this absolute crack that went straight through the first layer of anti-space?

"Istan Antal…" The golden-armored man closed his eyes and let out a sigh.

Istan Antal was one of the gods of the Aierde civilization. It was also the golden-armored man's spiritual sustenance. This call of his was more of a confession than a prayer.

Confessing his misjudgment, confessing his recklessness, confessing his indecision.

The black line flashed and disappeared, instantly piercing through his chest. At the same time, a hand suddenly popped out of the void and grabbed the indestructible black line.

"Stop!!" rq!!!