Colonial Suit

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, the two-day break was over...

At this time, the sacrificial grounds gradually became deserted, and most of the civilizations' fleets began to return home, taking their 'rich' harvests and happily returning to report to their leaders. Every sacrifice was a harvest day, and for them, this was the most attractive aspect of the sacrifice.

Second World technology, devices, achievements, theories, and even materials – any of these could bring about a leap in a civilization, perhaps even elevating it to a higher level.

However, despite carrying rich harvests, they were still reluctant to leave, looking at the remaining ships with envy, jealousy, and even hatred.

These ships belonged to the winners of the competition war, the civilizations qualified to send members to the Second World. Some were old 'nobles,' while others were newly emerged 'rookies,' but without a doubt, they would all have an increasingly important voice. When they sent enough manpower into the Second World, they could potentially establish their own kingdoms there, just like the humans of today.

It is said that humans have already sent in tens of thousands of members, and their strong are fighting bloody battles for their race in the Second World. Having achieved an absolute victory in this competition war, it is foreseeable that the time for them to establish a 'God Kingdom' will not be too far off.

And once they establish a 'God Kingdom,' they will be true kings, occupying the top of the universe's food chain.

How can the old nobles, who have always regarded humans as ants, accept this?

But for humans, this kind of emotion is unnecessary. The law of the jungle, the competitive rules of the universe, have always been like this, haven't they? Races that cannot adapt to competition, no matter how strong their foundations, will disappear from the universe sooner or later.

The only difference is whether they disappear on their own, or are sent into the trash can of history by humans.

"Bang!"

A metal pillar with a diameter of several meters shattered into pieces, and Blood瞳's figure rushed out from the fragments. In the training room with 100,000 times the standard gravity, these fragments were sharper than bullets, but when they hit him, they only made a clanging sound. Blood瞳 darted through the fragments, followed by a whole set of lightning-fast punches and kicks.

Whip kick, elbow strike, reverse straight kick – Blood瞳 had already delivered hundreds of blows in less than a thousandth of a second. His fists and feet tore through the air, but strangely, they couldn't make the slightest sound, all suppressed by his power.

Only with the last spinning leg press did all the sounds burst out together, making a thunderous roar.

"Boom!!"

The entire yacht shook, suddenly sinking several meters.

"Heh, our young man is more diligent than anyone else," the Speaker said, rubbing his temples in the yacht's rooftop garden with a wry smile. "It seems we need a new training room."

"I really don't know if this kind of diligence is a good thing or a bad thing. Why should we pay for his training? You know it's not easy being a housekeeper. He's almost torn down half of the fleet's training rooms these days," Councilor Salqiong complained from the side, also looking distressed.

But in an instant, he cheered up. "Fortunately, he's leaving soon, and I won't have to worry about his affairs anymore."

"Heh..." The Speaker laughed, seemingly amused by Salqiong's little thoughts. "Actually, your Brut is not bad either. His consumption of resources is not necessarily less than Blood瞳's."

"So-so," Salqiong laughed heartily, but he looked somewhat smug no matter how you looked at it.

Direct warriors are the foundation of every councilor's confidence. Unlike most mercenaries who come and go freely, direct warriors are elites carefully cultivated by the councilors. From the moment they enter their sight, they are given the best resources and care at all times. And after they grow up, they will become the councilor's strength. Therefore, how much influence a councilor has can be seen from his own ability and the number and strength of his direct warriors.

Salqiong is considered a very strong councilor in the council, but he still feels proud to have a stellar-level direct warrior like Brut.

As for Blood瞳... Salqiong automatically ignored him, because everyone knew that he had already been reserved by the Speaker.

On the other side, Blood瞳 also walked out of the training room and took a hot bath under the service of two beautiful maids. This kind of treatment was not what he wanted, but he was no longer an ordinary person. As a strong person, he should have the status and treatment of a strong person. No one can change that.

The two maids were obviously full of affection, constantly taking the opportunity to touch Blood瞳's body. They thought this was an opportunity, but they didn't know that in Blood瞳's heart, they were no different from a piece of rotten meat.

"Your Highness!"

When Blood瞳 finished cleaning up, two servants respectfully walked in, knelt on the ground without looking at the two maids, and presented a box with both hands.

The box was extremely exquisite, but it was surging with strange fluctuations, as if it would disappear at any time.

Blood瞳 looked at the box strangely, and then asked, "What is this?"

"The Speaker asked us to give it to you. He said, you will know when to open it."

"I understand." Blood瞳 took a deep breath, knowing that this was the condition for the Speaker's continued assistance. The thing he wanted him to bring into the Second World.

Speaking of which, for this thing, Blood瞳 had even had a conversation with the Speaker. Blood瞳 really wanted to know why humans, who clearly had members in the Second World, still wanted him to bring this thing in. The Speaker's reply to him was also very simple. Because this thing can only be brought into the Second World through the sacrificial passage.

Blood瞳 believed that if he hadn't appeared, then this should have been Brut's mission. But now it fell on him. Obviously, the Speaker thought he was more important and more qualified than Brut.

This was a kind of trust, and Blood瞳 didn't intend to disappoint.

In fact, as a cosmic mercenary, the inheritance of Hanser, Blood瞳 believed that this was also what his teacher wanted to see.

His fingers gently rubbed the box, and then with a wave of his right hand, the box disappeared.

Blood瞳 stood up and walked towards the door...

"Please tell the Speaker, I will fulfill my mission."

"We will definitely convey it to you." The servant respectfully lowered his head, not daring to look at Blood瞳's back.

The time to depart had arrived...

On the central altar of the sacrificial grounds, candidates began to enter one after another. They all brought more or less followers. These people would accompany them into the Second World, and then become the seeds of this civilization. And many people who should have been standing here at this sacrifice were now nowhere to be seen.

They were all sacrifices, swept into the trash heap of history by humans.

So when the human team appeared on the altar, it caused a stir in the audience.

"So many..."

"How do they have so many quotas?"

"Damn it, how much blood of other civilizations is on these people's quotas..." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation..)