Colonial Suit

Third World.

Ice Blue Starfield.

Nals's Planet of Despair.

This was a chilling name, and in fact, this planet was among the most dangerous in the Ice Blue Starfield. Its danger wasn't just the ultra-high gravity and the environment unsuitable for human survival, but more importantly, it was a perpetually cold and lonely planet. Eternal night shrouded it, with no starlight, no daytime, because no matter how it moved, it was always in the shadow of a larger planet. Light had no connection to it; all it possessed was faint but clear starlight.

This was a dark planet, and only a few strong individuals were qualified to enjoy the faint light. Under the perpetual night's low temperatures, crystal condensation was purer, but also more dangerous.

One hundred and thirty-seven times standard gravity, perpetual darkness, and a constant temperature of one hundred degrees below zero. The air was filled with negative ions and Hae elements, making it highly toxic.

This was Nals's despair, one of the most dangerous planets in the Ice Blue Starfield.

At this moment, in a certain wilderness area of this planet, a bonfire was burning. A priest with short golden hair sat before the fire.

He was wiping the gun in his hand.

It was raining in the sky, but the raindrops were not water, but an unknown highly corrosive liquid. Each drop could instantly penetrate the armor layer of a level IV armor. They dripped onto the earth, invaded the earth, and returned to the earth. The extreme low temperature made this planet a paradise for the Grim Reaper. Only a few powerful creatures could survive here.

But these things had nothing to do with Robbie. All his energy was now devoted to the gun in his hand, or to his faith.

The Light-Dark Confession, under the illumination of the bonfire, emitted a mysterious white light.

Sacred, pure.

Compared to seven years ago, Robbie seemed more mature now, but there was a faint scar on his handsome face. The scar started from his temple and extended to his jaw, destroying his original handsome appearance, but adding a kind of maturity and a captivating temperament.

By the bonfire, he wiped the scarred Light-Dark Confession and murmured.

"Night is the devil's temptation, causing life to sink into darkness. Night is the Grim Reaper's cloak, giving peace to the dead in the cold. I have no intention of offending the majesty of darkness, but I want to tell all lost travelers here, return... Only light is the destination of mankind. Only light is the end of life. The glory of my Lord will bestow warmth upon all beings, may all beings be peaceful and never lost."

"Lord Robbie." A cold voice came from a distance, and then a strong figure appeared not far away.

Robbie didn't turn his head, just said softly.

"Light Giant General. Aren't you resting yet?"

"I just returned from hunting and found a good prey." Light walked to Robbie and sat down, also taking out a piece of meat and throwing it into the bonfire. Soon the grease dissolved in the bonfire, making a crackling sound.

Light's expression was very calm. The scars on his body were dozens of times more than Robbie's. In fact, Light was the most insane in the past few years of adventure. He ignored all dangers and all powerful enemies. He led his subordinates to fight like they were possessed, plundering. That kind of crazy look. It felt like it wasn't training, but actively seeking death.

Wherever it was dangerous, Light would go there, wherever there were strong enemies, Light would rush there. In just a few years, the number of exclusive warriors led by Light had been sharply reduced from the original hundreds to only a few dozen. But without exception, they all entered the Meteor level.

In Light's words, this was Clodil's training method, this was the natural selection of nature.

The weak have no glory in battle, and even survival is a shame!!

Robbie understood Light's mood, because, in that ruin seven years ago, in that cold ice crystal, he also had this idea. Watching helplessly as the enemy approached Blood瞳, Robbie felt no anger, only deep sadness. That feeling was even more terrible and weaker than his defiance of God's will.

I won't be so weak again...

Watching the bonfire jump in front of him, Robbie thought silently, then reached out and took a piece of roasted meat from the bonfire. He handed it to Light.

"What are the losses?"

"No losses." Light replied, taking the roasted meat and chewing it. In fact, most of the 'natives' on this planet were inedible, and the roasted meat in his hand was worth a thousand gold. But Light would not express gratitude, because if he lit this bonfire first, he would also leave a piece of food for Robbie.

Robbie silently watched Light gobble it down, and said softly. "You should thank the mercy of my Lord. I thought you would lose at least two people this time."

"Death is our destination, and no one will thank your God for it." Light replied, then glanced at Robbie. "Our lives, everything we have, belongs only to my Lord. God is the object of conquest for us. As long as my Lord needs it, even God will be killed for you to see."

"You are too radical, my child." Robbie lowered his eyelids and imperceptibly took out a piece of roasted meat and began to gnaw on it, while whispering. "At the very least, you shouldn't say such offensive words to a priest, I will kill you and put your body and soul on the pyre."

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"That is also my destiny." Light grinned, revealing his blood-stained teeth. "The weak are not worthy of survival!"

"Well said." Robbie nodded and looked up at the dark sky. "But that's in your eyes, but have you ever thought about why we should deprive the weak of the right to survive? As long as you live, it is a gift from God. Every life has its reason for existence. In the eyes of my Lord, everything is based on equality, he will not ignore you because of your weakness, nor will he reject you because of your poverty. Under the gaze of my Lord, the souls of the devout will eventually ascend to heaven."

"Hehe." Light laughed again and continued to devour the roast meat. But his eyes could not hide his disdain. "You're wrong, dear Lord Robbie, we have no souls. We are just creations. We are my Lord's tools. Are you not too bored to say this to me?"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot." Robbie was stunned for a moment, then chuckled.

Yes, how could Light have a soul? He was a Giant General, a powerful war machine of Clodil. He was indeed too presumptuous.

Could it be because his strength has been growing recently, and he is approaching the limit of evolution?

Robbie thought silently, then suddenly raised his head and looked around the wilderness.

In the wilderness, tens of thousands of blue light spots had appeared, like eyes in the underworld, surrounding him from all directions. The air began to fill with the smell of destruction, and waves of terrifying energy fluctuated around him.

It's time for training again?

Looking at the bonfire in front of him, Robbie sighed. He knew that in the eternal night of Nals's despair, the bonfire was the target of predators. But he was not afraid at all, just stretched out his right hand and pointed to the sky.

"The Lord said, let there be light..."