Colonial Suit

The same thing was happening on the Star Pirates' mothership. Only the executor was changed to a fiery red-haired girl. She led the remaining Star Pirates to seize the main positions of the mothership with lightning speed, then directly broke into the bridge, killing the Star Pirates' mothership captain in full view of everyone.

Blood splattered on the walls like blooming flowers. The crew chose to obey immediately.

In this way, both motherships had changed owners without anyone noticing. And in the ruins planet below, no one realized this. Their personnel remaining on the surface were still receiving accurate communication codes, completely unaware that these communication codes had already been isolated by the motherships above.

Meanwhile, deep within the ruins, mercenaries and Star Pirates surged into the second altar like a tide.

The passages of the ruins were very complex and filled with traps and Purifiers. Three more mercenaries died along the way. But they also discovered the remains of Magic Armor warriors in the passage, indicating that they were not having an easy time either. After passing through the passage, they arrived at a vast cave, facing another magnificent and huge altar.

But unlike the first altar, this altar was not empty, but was occupied by an old man with white hair and beard.

He was playing chess.

Playing chess with himself.

In the vast cave, there were many mercenaries and Star Pirates, and on the other side were the Magic Armor warriors who had broken in earlier. But both sides suddenly stopped, refusing to move forward.

Not because they dared not, but because they didn't want to.

Suddenly, they all felt a strange feeling, as if this old man was integrated with everything around him, including the air, the environment, the heaven and earth, and even time and space. It was like a complete painting. Not even a tiny bit could be destroyed. Disturbing the old man was like disturbing the entire space, an unspeakable wonder and strangeness.

And the old man's every move was affecting some kind of strange power, silently influencing everyone.

He was playing chess. Very slowly.

Picking up a piece. Raising his hand, placing the piece…

Every movement was so leisurely and calm. One could even see the slightly pulsating blood vessels on his fingers holding the chess piece.

If judged solely by speed, anyone present could intercept his movements. But no one believed they could actually do it. Because the old man's movements seemed to conform to a unique rhythm, and like him, belonged to the will of this space. When he placed a piece, it was the space placing a piece; when he played chess, it was the space playing chess.

No, not space… but… something mysterious and profound.

For a moment, everyone fell silent, unable to figure out what kind of rhythm the old man conformed to. But one thing they were very clear about was that this old man was powerful, very, very powerful.

Perhaps he did not show intense energy fluctuations, nor did he reveal amazing power. But within this calm and unhurried movement, it seemed to contain the truth of this world, causing people to involuntarily look up to him and believe in him.

Just… like fate.

Fate!!??

Some mercenaries were shocked and their faces suddenly changed.

Why, why did I have this thought?

Why, why did I think of fate?

The old man in front of me is indeed strange, but what does he have to do with fate? Why would I think that? This… this is…

"Pfft!" In the crowd, the blond teenager suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He woke up from his confusion, gasping for breath.

"So… so powerful… This kind of power, who… who is he? Why does he possess such terrifying power? He actually… actually connected with the most complex fate curve in occultism. Is he not afraid of backlash? Terrible, too terrible… He is not human, he is definitely not human!"

The blond teenager muttered in horror, his face as pale as paper. His eyes were terrified, as if he had seen the most terrible thing in the universe, and his whole body was trembling involuntarily.

Fate, the most mysterious and unpredictable force in the universe.

No one can escape it, no one can dominate it. This has nothing to do with being strong or weak, only with their future. Every life, from the moment it is born, falls into the net of fate. From birth to death, without exception.

But why would such a terrible and mysterious existence suddenly manifest in the old man?

The blond teenager couldn't understand, but that didn't stop his fear. He might be an excellent cosmic warrior, but that was limited to normal combat. If he were to fight against the most mysterious fate in the universe, he would not be able to do it in any way. His body, his spirit, and even his soul could not escape the control of fate.

The battle had not yet begun, but it was already over.

The old man on the altar was manipulating everyone with just his movements. He was the chess player, but he was not playing chess, but fate. His feet were on the chessboard, but the chess pieces were not chess pieces, but everyone present…

A deep sense of powerlessness surged into the blond teenager's heart, and he involuntarily raised his head again, wanting to look at the old man's fingers.

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With this look, he would become the old man's prisoner again like everyone else. But at this moment, a hand reached out from the void and gently patted him on the shoulder. The teenager shuddered and woke up from his confusion again.

"Old Man Death!" He knew who had saved him without looking back. He hurriedly bowed his head and saluted.

Sure enough, the one who appeared behind him was none other than Old Man Death. But at this moment, Old Man Death didn't even bother to look at him, his eyes fixed on the old man on the altar, watching the pair of pale fingers and a stone that temporarily served as a chess piece.

The stone was rough, seemingly picked up casually from the ground, but Old Man Death's gaze was very serious, as if he were looking at a very exquisite work of art. And strangely, the moment his gaze fell on the stone, the old man on the altar also stopped moving, like a wooden sculpture.

Neither of them spoke, just maintained this state, one watching, one stopping. As tacit as shadows.

After a long time, Old Man Death withdrew his gaze and sighed softly. "What a powerful fate mimicry technique. If I hadn't come here, you would have extracted the minds of these children and thrown them into eternal reincarnation of fate, right?"

On the altar, the old man put down the chess piece and also made a sound for the first time. But this sound was also a sigh.

"Isn't that good? In this world, everyone is a chess piece of fate. You are, and so am I. Since that's the case, why bother to retain a clear mind? The more you know, the more painful it is. Since you have already seen the clues of pain, why should they follow the pain? Although my game is not very neat, it can make them forget all the pain. What's wrong with that?"

"Indeed."

Unexpectedly, Old Man Death nodded, actually admitting the words of the old man on the altar. But then he spoke again.

"But since you like playing chess so much, why are you so bad at choosing your opponents? These children are too dull, not worthy of being your chess pieces. If you want to play, I can play a game with you."

As he said that, Old Man Death walked towards the altar…

"I haven't played chess in a long time, my hands are itching. I wonder if you can satisfy my desire?"