Colonial Suit

The space quivered, and the mysterious figure, Reya, turned to leave.

He didn't look back because he knew these magic-armored warriors had no chance of survival.

No one knew that on the road to the Sovereign King, the guardians of the five altars were ranked by strength. Even with the name of War God, he could only rank third here. Above him, two other guardians possessed awe-inspiring power.

Boya was one of them.

His reality and illusion belonged to the mental realm's illusion projection, capable of sucking enemies into his constructed illusion upon first meeting. No matter how powerful the enemy, if they couldn't see through his illusion, they would gradually age and die within it. Yet, these manifestations in reality only lasted for a split second.

A millennium in an instant, an instant in a millennium. This was the trick of the illusion, possessing the terrifying power to manipulate time on some level.

The bodies of those magic-armored warriors still looked the same, but their souls were already dead, their lifespans exhausted in Boya's illusion. This was only the result of Boya being weakened to the limit. If he were at his peak, he wouldn't even need to use actions to cooperate. A single glance would be enough to make tens of thousands of lives fall into his illusionary space.

"I'm leaving, goodbye," Reya said without looking back, instantly disappearing into the void.

Boya lowered his head and looked at his fingers for a while, then suddenly let out a long sigh.

He knew that Reya was saying goodbye to him, and this farewell was forever. He would never see Reya again because Reya bore a special mission and couldn't die in battle here. And dying here was precisely the meaning of his existence.

He took out the crystal from his chest with his right hand again and looked at it for a while. He murmured softly, "Hurry… hurry…"

"My time is running out… Don't let my life be wasted in vain waiting…"

Rumble…

The cave shook, and the surrounding walls visibly spasmed. Then, the wall in front of Boya exploded, splattering countless pieces of flesh and tendon fragments. A huge hole appeared in the flesh, visible to the naked eye.

Boya smiled slightly, put the crystal back into his chest, and then opened his arms, revealing a bright smile to the magic-armored warriors who walked in.

"Welcome!"

He said this, like a hospitable host.

"Welcome to the gap between reality and illusion…"

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At the same time, in a cave deep within the ruins, several magic-armored warriors were gathered nervously. They were all unlucky ones who had been teleported in by space cracks but had accidentally discovered this cave. It was not only filled with various biological veins but also had dozens of huge tumor-like objects hanging above. A large amount of green mucus dripped from their surfaces, emitting a sour odor.

A drop of mucus dripped from above, splashing onto the armor of a magic-armored warrior, immediately making a harsh sizzling sound. It burned a hole in the armor.

"This is a highly corrosive bio-solution. Be careful, everyone," the magic-armored warrior checked his condition and then warned his companions.

These mucus were very dangerous. If it were ordinary armor, it would probably be burned through instantly. But after all, magic armor was high-tech energy armor, so this bit of damage was acceptable. In fact, as long as the magic core was not destroyed, the damage to the magic armor could almost be ignored. It could be restored as before with another summoning.

Of course, this was under normal circumstances. If the damage exceeded the limit, the user would still be in trouble. That's why the magic-armored warrior reminded them. He was afraid that his companions would accidentally get too much on them.

They were all unlucky ghosts teleported by space rifts. It was a blessing from the main god that they could gather together. If they lost their companions for some unnecessary reason, no one would want to see it.

What's more, they felt that this was not an ordinary ruin cave and seemed very important.

Thinking this, he made a gesture. Several magic-armored warriors dispersed and cautiously searched the surroundings.

They were using a small crystal aggregate with a holographic cave image on it. As soon as it discovered something abnormal, it would quickly analyze it and provide them with the closest answer.

This little gadget was an outstanding work of energy civilization, storing a huge amount of information. Almost all anomalies could be found.

Several magic-armored warriors searched cautiously and gradually approached the tumor cluster in the center of the cave. Suddenly, a magic-armored warrior's detector emitted a piercing sound. The holographic image flashed like a waterfall of data.

"Wait, I found something… Let me see what this is. High-frequency biological pulse, directional bio-electrical waves, full-frequency brainwave movement, unknown hormone transmission. Damn it! This characteristic is a sub-brain!!" the magic-armored warrior shouted loudly, his tone becoming excited. "We found it. This is a sub-brain colony, a hive!"

"Hive" was of course not a beehive, but a unique base facility of the Crodir people before the Great Chaos, a highly efficient control mechanism, similar to the auxiliary control group of ordinary civilizations. But this was not the most important thing. The most important thing was that, according to the Crodir people's habits, the sub-brain colony was not independent but existed as an aggregate of the main brain. In other words, not far from this cave, there must be a main brain modulated by the Crodir people!

Which was the control center of the base!!

They had hit the jackpot!!

Several magic-armored warriors immediately became excited and quickly gathered together. At the same time, they separated a series of virtual energy lines from the magic armor, quickly manifesting a large energy device. This was a space anchor and remote information piercing device, which could break through most blockades to transmit information and set up a temporary space beacon. Through these, they could quickly contact their companions and teleport them over. (Energy manifestation: a conventional function of magic armor. Energy can be manifested into entities through pre-set data to form unique energy institutions.)

This was the crystallization of the Aierde people's technology. Although it was not as magical as Ying's space manipulation, it was already outstanding in the Third World.

Several magic-armored warriors busied themselves, quickly inputting a series of data into the anchor device. In this process, they were careful and tried to minimize their movements to avoid disturbing the sub-brain colony not far away. Although no enemies had appeared in this cave so far, no one knew if they existed.

Before contacting their companions, any adventure was unnecessary.

Time passed little by little, and soon the energy equipment transmitted mixed signals. Moreover, because of the chaotic binary energy rules, these signals were extremely unstable and could be interrupted at any time.

A magic-armored warrior immediately stepped forward and said anxiously, "I am Momidick. Can anyone hear my voice?"

The signal fluctuated for a while, making a noisy sound. After a while, an old voice sounded. "I can hear you, speak."

"Lord Kilke!?" The magic-armored warrior was in a daze, never expecting that a contact would directly alarm Lord Kilke. But in a flash, he woke up and quickly described the situation here.

The signal went silent, and after a while, Kilke's voice came. "Very good, my children, you make me proud. So from now on, I need you to stay there, don't alarm anyone, the space anchor will be completed in three minutes, I will go to you immediately."

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"Is it true? What an honor. Glory to you, Lord Kilke," the magic-armored warrior said happily. Then he issued an order.

"Immediately be alert, speed up the synchronization of the space anchor, we are about to welcome Lord Kilke."

"Aww." Other magic-armored warriors also showed expressions of surprise, and their movements became faster.

Under their operation, the coordinates of the space anchor were quickly concretized. Their signals were also becoming clearer and clearer. Everyone knew that once the space anchor was completed, even if the binary energy rules here were chaotic, it would not be possible to stop the Aierde people.

Because this was a high-level space rule, far from being interfered with by binary energy rules.

The work was proceeding in an orderly manner, and all the magic-armored warriors saw hope. But just when their hearts were full of joy, on the other side of the cave, the wall suddenly wriggled silently, revealing a huge hole.

The next moment, a red trajectory cut through the space, passing over them and the equipment.

The air was filled with the smell of scorching. All the magic-armored warriors were horrified to find that they had lost control of their bodies. They watched in horror as their upper and lower bodies were dismembered and fell heavily to the ground. The equipment that was anchoring space was also instantly split into two pieces.

"This… this is…" A magic-armored warrior gasped in pain, turning his gaze backward. But he saw a red-haired woman walking out of the passage.

She was incomparably beautiful, like the highest masterpiece of the creator. Her fiery body exuded scorching flames. Her red hair danced in the air, like the Medusa in mythology.

In the terrified eyes of the magic-armored warriors, the woman slowly walked up to them and stepped on the space anchor device with her red high heels.

"I accidentally let a few mice in."

She said this, her eyes undisguisedly revealing contempt. Finally, she didn't even look at the magic-armored warriors and instead turned her gaze to the tumor cluster above the cave.

"Maria… I didn't expect to see something similar to your sub-brain here. It seems I'm very close…"

"My Lord," an old wise man walked behind Lier and said to Lier. "We can use these sub-brains to establish an independent control center and seize partial control."

"There is no need," Lier waved her hand without hesitation. Her eyes fell on the magic-armored warriors under her feet again.

"I don't have time to waste here, because I can feel her call. Time is running out… I can't let her wait any longer."

"Salek, I'll leave this to you."

"Yes, my Lord," a burly armored giant replied, and then, in the horrified eyes of the magic-armored warriors, he stepped on his head.

Poof…

Crystals flashed…