Colonial Suit

Blood Pupil was silent for a moment, then said to Xiuji, "You may leave. I wish to rest."

"No one will disturb you," Xiuji bowed deeply, then turned and left the room.

Where did his actions resemble a monarch? He clearly regarded himself as Blood Pupil's servant. And Blood Pupil's conversation with him was not like a guest and a monarch, but more like instructing a subordinate. However, reaching Blood Pupil's level, this was already polite enough. The ordinary world was getting further and further away from him.

The only problem was that Xiuji's previous words had stirred Blood Pupil's heart.

Could it be that he was also a descendant of Crodir?

After thinking about it carefully, Blood Pupil felt it was impossible. Because he had already examined Xiuji's bloodline. Although his flesh and blood power was many times stronger than ordinary people, he was not even as good as Crodir's exclusive warriors, let alone the genuine Conquerors. He was definitely not related to Crodir's descendants.

Then, what would make Xiuji pay so much?

Blood Pupil's eyes narrowed as he looked at the mural on the opposite wall.

This mural was extremely ancient, not carved, but made of some strange skin. In the magnificent palace, it exuded an aura of primitive barbarism at all times. The patterns on the mural were not traditional mermaids and flowers, but endless vortexes. Blood Pupil believed that if ordinary people saw this mural, they would never think it had any special meaning. And Xiuji, as the emperor of the empire, must have hung it in his bedroom with the intention of deciphering it.

Unfortunately, everything was wrong...

Blood Pupil shook his head. Because this mural was not real at all... Everything seen was false.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his right hand, pretending to wipe it. An invisible force field instantly emitted, tearing off a layer of the mural. This layer was extremely thin, less than a few micrometers. But as this layer was peeled off, the mural suddenly changed its pattern. Where were the vortexes?

Under the crystal chandelier with every detail visible, the mural was clearly a scene of fierce warfare, with various forces clashing against each other. In the sky stood a great figure.

That figure was wearing a set of ancient armor.

The Trismo Empire was actually the remnant left by the last civilization era!??

With just one glance, Blood Pupil knew that this mural depicted the battlefield of the last civilization era. Obviously, the Trismo tribe was part of the war in the painting. But this was not the most important thing. The most important thing was the man in armor in the painting. The armor he wore was too old, still possessing the mechanical characteristics of the Fifth World. But no matter what, it could still prove that he was not an ordinary person, but a powerful cosmic warrior.

Reaching this point, how could Blood Pupil not know the status of cosmic warriors in the eyes of ordinary people?

Only one word could describe them: God.

Powerful strength. Inconceivable abilities. Any cosmic warrior unleashing their power was no weaker than a god. In this way, the past of the Trismo civilization could be imagined.

Obviously, in the last civilization era, it had received the help of a certain cosmic warrior, which was why it had survived.

But the problem was that, as far as Blood Pupil knew, this planet had been abandoned a long time ago, and still maintained the 'free-range' principle to this day. Where did the cosmic warrior come from? More importantly, since there was the help of a cosmic warrior, how could Trismo be destroyed? How could the cosmic mercenaries be completely ignorant?

He frowned. After thinking for a long time without any clue, just as he was about to give up, a flash of light suddenly flashed in his eyes. He suddenly waved his hand again.

The force field appeared again, actually peeling off another layer of the mural.

It turned out that the mural was not just one layer, but many layers bonded together. It was just too long ago, and it looked almost like one layer.

Blood Pupil's interest was piqued. When he looked again, the mural had changed its pattern.

This time, it showed an ancient era, when a planet had just awakened, and countless civilizations were also beginning to sprout. Most of them did not have a fixed form and still lived according to ancient tribes and communities. Drinking blood, primitive and simple.

Without a doubt, this was the initial form of the planet, and the origin of all civilizations.

This layer of mural had no characteristics to follow, and no clues could be seen. Blood Pupil frowned, and raised the force field again.

The third layer.

At this time, the pattern of the mural changed, and it was a lifeless planet. Even the atmosphere had not been fully established. The planet was full of wilderness, and lifeless. The alternation of cold and heat made the whole planet look extremely desolate. Of course, there would be no civilization. But what interested Blood Pupil about this painting was that it was not from the perspective of the planet, but from the perspective of the universe. It seemed that someone was standing in the universe and observing this planet when it was being depicted. It made him have endless associations.

With a slight movement in his heart, he raised the force field again. Peeling off this layer of mural.

The fourth layer... also the last layer of the mural.

At this time, the mural was only a few micrometers thin, and it was impossible to hide anything no matter what. And the picture became extremely mysterious.

There was no civilization, no cosmic warrior, only a meteorite falling from the sky, bombarding a newly born planet. The perspective was also the universe. The planet had no characteristics either.

But at this time, how could Blood Pupil not know that this was depicting the past of the planet under his feet? And this pattern was obviously the origin of the planet!!

Everything was hidden in this mysterious meteorite!!

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Blood Pupil's mood suddenly became excited. Suddenly, he stretched out a hand and grabbed at the mural. Immediately, endless lines rose from the mural, actually turning the flat picture into a three-dimensional one. A burning meteorite was falling towards a planet in the void. Although it was extremely fast, it was displayed extremely clearly. It seemed that every slight movement could be slowed down.

Blood Pupil stared at it as it fell bit by bit, bombarded the planet, and then...

He finally smiled.

Waving his hand again, he completely tore the mural clean. An invisible aura overflowed from the mural and was gathered in his hand.

"So that's it..."

"This is what you want to tell me, right."

He said softly. His eyes flickered with strange divine light. After a long time, he closed his fingers together, actually crushing the aura to pieces.

Standing in the infinitely luxurious bedroom, Blood Pupil suddenly felt that he had come here correctly. It turned out that under this planet, such a huge secret was hidden, a real, huge secret that could affect his trip.

A key!!

A key to the end of the plane!!

That cosmic warrior was the one who once tried to obtain this key. Blood Pupil didn't know if he had succeeded, but there was no doubt that the key had not been completely taken away!!

In the depths of this planet, a part of it was still sleeping quietly, waiting for the arrival of the discoverer!

The acquirer will control this plane!! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please go to read.)

ps: The second update... cartwheels.