Colonial Suit

In the void of space, a teardrop-shaped assault shuttle was flying at high speed, maintaining its complete form one moment, and disintegrating bit by bit the next, disappearing like lightning.

Bloodshot and Brute stood on the bridge of the shuttle, looking at the endless void ahead, their expressions calm.

It had been two months since they entered the Second World, and the teams they led had completed virtualization and initially stabilized. During this time, they had been running around for missions, stirring up one war after another.

The profession of mercenary is one that accompanies death, and that statement is absolutely correct. Whether sowing death or welcoming death.

The plunder of one planet after another, the destruction of one city after another. In just half a month, Bloodshot had completed no less than five missions, turning dozens of alien cities into fireworks in the void. He had no pity, in fact, he didn't need to have pity. This was competition, it was either you die or I live.

In the civilization of the Second World, every one of them walked in on the corpses of other civilizations, there are no innocents.

Including, themselves.

"Lord One, Lord Brute. Target acquired, arriving in five minutes. Any special instructions?"

A mercenary with short golden hair, looking extremely sturdy, saluted the two and asked. His name was Billock, a planetary-level mercenary under Bloodshot. He was also one of the stronger ones. Bloodshot had once assessed that if he hadn't entered the Second World, he would have been qualified to compete for a spot among the new 'Nine Star Shattering Kings'. But at this moment, he was just an ordinary squad leader, like the other three squad leaders under his command, each leading a hundred mercenaries.

They were the seeds of mercenaries, and Bloodshot could imagine how proud that old guy, the Speaker, would be at this moment. He sent so many seeds into the Second World, hoping that Bloodshot could lead them and open up that passage for the mercenaries.

As the Speaker, he would never do a losing business.

But… Bloodshot lowered his head, a cold smile flashing in his eyes.

In fact, didn't he also have this plan? He already knew. The Speaker's secret to opening the passage…

"No special instructions." Seeing Bloodshot not speaking, Brute answered for him. "Remember to be quick, the target is a branch of a large family, we don't need to get entangled with them, grab the stuff and leave."

"Yes!" Billock answered loudly. Then he turned and walked out without looking back.

"A very capable young man." Brute looked at Billock's back with satisfaction. He said to Bloodshot, "How about giving him to me? I'll trade you two squad leaders for him."

"If he's willing, I have no objections," Bloodshot replied. Then he walked to a floor-to-ceiling window at the front of the bridge.

In fact, this was not a window at all, but a holographic screen. Through here, you could see everything outside.

"The Second World, it's truly a magical place."

Watching a city in the distance grow from small to large, Bloodshot couldn't help but sigh. "Before coming here, who could have imagined that the main dwelling units here are not planets, but man-made settlements? The volume of a city is actually larger than a planet, I'm afraid only the advanced technology of the Second World can easily construct it."

"Because of the habits, customs, and life characteristics of various advanced civilizations, planets are no longer suitable as their habitats. That's why there is such a world," Brute also replied with emotion. "In fact, cities are just one form of it. There are also clouds, water spheres, poisonous fog, etc… everything is constructed for the residents' preferences. This is the power of advanced life."

He turned around and smiled at Bloodshot. "Doesn't it look like the divine kingdom in mythology?"

"So, it's called a kingdom…" Bloodshot nodded. Watching dozens of light spots fly out from under the shuttle, quickly approaching the city in the distance, he said expressionlessly, "Everyone wants to become gods, everyone wants to dominate their own… and others' destinies."

"This universe. From the past to the present, or even the future… it's always repeating the same story. It's really boring…"

"Hey? What are you talking about?" Brute was stunned. "What's boring?"

"You wouldn't be getting tired of living, would you? That's a coward's thought."

"I won't be tired of living. Because survival is my only purpose," Bloodshot said without turning his head, his voice getting softer and softer, so soft that Brute gradually couldn't hear it.

"I just feel… more and more disgusted."

"This…"

"World."

Boom!!

A violent explosion occurred in the city in the distance, Billock and the others had made their move.

They led their respective squads of mercenaries. Shattering the city's shield like thunder, and then rushing into the target location. The city's guards seemed to pose no threat under their impact. They were cleared out in a short while. Successive explosions destroyed the city's defense system, and then they escaped.

The whole process didn't take twenty minutes, highlighting the ruthlessness and experience of these mercenaries.

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In fact, the armed forces of the Second World were far more fragile than they imagined. The situation of 'planetary levels are like dogs, and stellar levels are everywhere' that they had expected before did not occur. The defense force of a typical civilization was a 'meteor level' guard. Of course, the 'meteor level' here is not a true meteor level, but a strengthened warrior with meteor-level power. They used the high technology of the Second World to abandon the fatal weakness of the meteor level's 'ten-year death seclusion'. But they also lost the ability to continue evolving.

Such a defense force is sufficient in the Third World. But here, in front of the elite squad under Bloodshot, it was really fragile.

Because in addition to the squad leaders, the other mercenaries who followed Bloodshot were at least meteor level…

True meteor level, elites who have touched the planetary energy level.

They could break through to planetary level at any time, their power was so strong, how could it be compared to 'mass-produced' meteor levels? In fact, in terms of rich combat experience, they could simply leave these guards nine streets behind.

"Looks like it's about to end." Brute's voice came from behind, he said with a relaxed expression. "Maybe the long peace of the Second World has made them relax their vigilance, or they rely too much on the power of technology, their combat experience is much less than I imagined. It's a bit like… adults beating children."

"Don't be careless." Bloodshot said without turning his head, his voice a little cold. "Have you forgotten how His Highness Bass evaluated the Second World?"

"This, is not a paradise of peace either."

With a loud bang, the city in the distance suddenly burst, splitting apart like a shattered watermelon. At the same time, a huge figure shot out from it. In just a moment, it caught up with the mercenaries who were still escaping.

Its figure was like a monster composed of clouds, emitting angry thought wave fluctuations.

"You, dare to invade my Lord's divine kingdom! I will make you pay the price!"

"Stellar level!?" Brute was slightly startled. He said to Bloodshot, "You jinx, you really called it."(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation..)