Colonial Suit

The aura… flowed quietly in the cave… without violence, without coercion… so slowly, yet so firmly. It felt like an ancient Styx, calm yet powerful. It disdained to show its majesty to anyone, nor did it need waves to demonstrate its existence. It only needed to flow, to flow well… because flowing itself was an irresistible force.

The aura gradually faded. Robbie stood up, his back soaked with cold sweat, the whole person as if he had been fished out of water.

In that brief instant just now, he felt as if he had lived countless years. The cold, heavy aura flowed over him, making him feel as if he had really sunk into the Styx, sinking deeper and deeper in that cold, boundless river.

No one could imagine that extreme terror. Robbie had never been so close to death as at that moment.

As a priest, he shouldn't be afraid. But Robbie was still palpitating… feeling the deepest fear in his heart in the cold Styx.

What he feared was not death, but coldness and loneliness.

It was the thing that the Styx had flowed through for countless years.

“……” Blood Pupil turned his head to look at Robbie, without saying a word.

Robbie gasped for breath, and after a while, he showed Blood Pupil a forced smile. But the handsome face no longer had any color.

“Robbie, are you okay?” Little Poshi asked with concern. Her strength was not as good as Robbie's, so she didn't feel the terrifying aura like the Styx, but only felt that Robbie looked very strange.

“I… I'm fine…” Robbie turned his head and gave the twin siblings a difficult grin, then said in a low voice. “We… retreat a little further.”

“What?” Little Poshi asked strangely. “Isn't this the Fifth Altar? Now that we're here, why don't we go up with Brother Blood Pupil?”

“Yes, Robbie, we are companions, we can't let Brother Blood Pupil go up by himself, what if he encounters danger?” Mia also said from the side, while separating an ion machine gun from her armor.

“We need to fight… that's our only warmth.”

“No one is allowed to take it away.” Little Poshi continued, her fingers separating and closing, bringing out wisps of silver light.

“Hey, you two.” Robbie was amused by the performance of the two little guys, but then became serious. “This is not the time for you to play. What we need is to preserve ourselves. Because from now on… it's no longer a battle we can participate in.”

“Huh?” The twin siblings were puzzled. Just as they were about to ask, they saw Blood Pupil turn his head and say to them.

“Listen to Robbie, retreat a little further. Also, Wright, put the others on alert, you come up with me.”

“Yes, my lord.” Wright replied respectfully.

“What, is Brother Blood Pupil going to abandon us?” Little Poshi pouted in protest. She seemed a little dissatisfied, but under Blood Pupil's gaze, she obediently walked to the side.

After that, Blood Pupil walked towards the altar step by step in everyone's sight… Like Robbie, he could also feel that terrifying aura. But the difference was that Robbie felt infinite coldness and heaviness. What he felt was warmth and comfort.

It was as if he had been used to it a long time ago… used to it… like breathing.

The steps were very long, the altar was very large, and Blood Pupil moved forward step by step, feeling the comfort that seeped into his bones. Unconsciously, his mind drifted, and a picture flashed in his mind.

Under a dark night sky, a man was quietly painting. His long hair fluttered, as smooth as a waterfall. Slender fingers held several paintbrushes, skillfully outlining on the canvas. He only left a back view, but around him, the aura of the Styx was constantly flowing, cold and dark.

Blood Pupil couldn't see his face, but he could see his painting.

The painting was an infinitely beautiful sea of clouds. Countless white-winged girls danced on the white clouds, the sun was bright, and a super huge ancient tree passed through the sea of clouds, like an ancient miracle. A perfect girl was sitting on the top of the ancient tree, looking up at the sky.

What a strange and bizarre scene that was.

The man in the darkness was painting a girl in the light. That extremely contradictory contrast made Blood Pupil's heart intoxicated.

Blood Pupil didn't know why such a memory would flash, but he didn't look surprised at all.

It was as if from the moment he stepped onto this altar, everything about him became so normal, so natural.

Step by step, Blood Pupil's footsteps finally stepped onto the altar platform. The first thing that caught his eye was a dark back.

A black shadow like the one in the memory picture.

A man was painting.

Painting in the dark cave.

Waterfall-like smooth hair slid down behind him, spreading over a large area of the ground. But he didn't seem to feel it, concentrating on outlining on the canvas. He was wearing an extremely luxurious robe. The skin exposed outside the robe was a little pale. Around him, paintings that had already been completed were quietly displayed. At first glance, there were at least tens of thousands of them.

The entire altar, the core area, was occupied by his paintings. It was like an ocean of paintings.

Every painting was a sea of clouds, and every painting had a girl.

Blood Pupil's footsteps stopped, and he silently looked at the back. He was speechless for a long time. It wasn't that he didn't want to speak, but at this moment, he suddenly felt that he had nothing to say.

Because, would anyone like to talk to themselves?

Although it was just a back view, Blood Pupil seemed to see himself. A kind of extreme familiarity and comfort surged into his heart, making Blood Pupil lose his mind for a while. But Wright, who was behind him, widened his eyes in the first moment, and then suddenly knelt down.

“My lord!!”

Tears welled up in Wright's eyes, and he shouted almost hoarsely. “I finally found you!!”

Wright's voice was very excited, and his body was trembling non-stop. In fact, he didn't know that Blood Pupil was not his master. It was just that he could feel the aura of his master from Blood Pupil's body. That's why he had been loyally serving Blood Pupil. But now that he saw this back, how could he restrain himself?

In the distant memory, that man who had fought time and time again, conquered time and time again, was invincible, and was invincible. His most glorious master was now in front of him.

This painter in pajamas, with his back to them!!

In the legend, the strongest of Krodir, the great, the powerful, the terrifying, even the name was enough to deter the starry sky.

The Underworld King!!

Dirk!!!

The paintbrush finally stopped. Blood Pupil heard the man sigh, and then put down the paintbrush.

He looked regretfully at the unfinished painting, shook his head after a long time, and carefully put the painting away. Then little by little… he turned his head… “Wright, long time no see.”

He said softly. Like a reunion after a long separation.

“Are you okay?”