Colonial Suit

Five points of light, like meteorites falling from the sky, instantly broke through the outermost layer of defense, then plunged straight down, impacting the plaza in front of the hall.

With a deafening roar, the plaza, spanning tens of thousands of square meters, erupted in a cloud of dust and rock. A terrifying shockwave spread violently, blasting away several of the closest Judges. The force extended further, shaking the entire mountain, causing it to rumble. A deep crack, like a tree root, snaked downwards, splitting the mountain.

Before everyone's eyes, a corner of the plaza began to tilt, separate, then shatter and collapse with a thunderous crash.

Falling rocks rained down. Several Judges had already charged into the dust cloud.

They couldn't see clearly, but regardless, anyone who intruded into the Temple in this manner was definitely not a friend. And if they weren't friends, they were enemies!

As Judges, even the newest recruits to the Temple Knight Order, they feared no battle. The noble blood of the Boca Clan surged within them, filling each of them with a sense of holiness and mission.

Unfortunately, they were not greeted with the duel they craved, but with a storm of bullets raining down upon them.

Da da da da da...

The torrential gunfire echoed in the dust cloud. The Judges instantly felt as if they had crashed into a wall, a wall of death composed of steel, fire, explosions, and lightning. Countless tiny bullets, like venomous insects, burrowed into their bodies, tearing apart their light bodies and meridians. The Judges roared in fury, but were unable to advance another step, torn apart in the barrage of steel, transforming into exploding white light.

Seconds later, the white light fragments scattered backward, reforming into their original shapes, but they dared not charge forward again. Everyone's faces were pale, clearly suffering from significant injuries.

The Boca Clan were difficult to kill, but each fragmentation of their being meant a loss of Light Origin Force. If this continued, they feared they would return to the Light Spirit after a few more times.

"What is that thing!?" one of the Judges roared, seemingly unable to believe what he had just experienced.

Due to their Light Origin Force, they did not fear ordinary weapons, and human firearms were even more ineffective. But this time, they were facing something different. Those tiny bullets that penetrated their bodies had been imbued with many strange powers, absorbing their life force and damaging their Light Origin bodies. How could they not be shocked and enraged? If human weapons were all this powerful, what confidence could they have to look down on them?

"Hehe, don't be so anxious. You're all so impulsive. The world of men is so rough," a girl's playful voice suddenly echoed from the dust cloud, followed by several melon-sized objects being thrown out, rolling to the Judges' feet.

"Here's a gift for you, a pleasure to meet you. Please take care of us..."

"What!?" The Judges lowered their heads, barely able to see what the objects were before, boom, an explosion occurred. The violent torrent of steel once again tore them into fragments, transforming them into endless specks of light in the sky.

This time, they did not reform into human shapes, but fled in panic towards the Temple behind them. After two consecutive heavy blows, their Light Origin Force was no longer sufficient to maintain their forms and they needed to recuperate immediately.

Although described at length, all of this actually happened in an extremely short period of time. The Judges beside them had not even reacted before these few unlucky fellows had been beaten back. After exchanging glances, several more Judges charged into the dust cloud. They could tolerate failure, but they could not tolerate fear. No matter what was in the dust cloud, they had to see for themselves, because behind them was the incomparably glorious Temple. The esteemed Lord Trius was watching them.

Who knew if this was a test?

The dust cloud billowed, with some kind of undulation flowing within, shielding their senses from the outside world. The Judges could not see anything, but they knew where to charge. Although their previous comrades had been defeated, they had revealed the enemy's location. All they had to do was charge over and dissolve the enemy with their Light Origin Force.

But just then, they heard another mischievous voice.

"How annoying. Don't always look for big sister, little Boshi can also fight. This time, let me show you my newly developed ultimate technique, go! Barbie!"

"Hmm?" The Judges were startled and quickly prepared their defenses. But they found that nothing had happened. The dust cloud continued to roll and billow, and even the previous gunfire had disappeared.

Then the previous voice sounded again, but with a hint of annoyance.

"Why aren't you coming out? Wasn't that the agreement? You were supposed to come out as soon as I said the code. Why aren't you coming out?"

"What? What do you mean by shaking your head at me? Is my code not clear enough? Okay, I'll say it again, go, is the code, Barbie, is your code name! How's that, clear enough? Okay, now let's try again..."

"Go, Barbie!!"

The Judges were once again tense and defensive, but... still nothing happened.

Damn it! This isn't fighting, this is playing with people, right?

The Judges' eyes turned red, feeling insulted. When had they, as elites of the Boca Clan, ever been teased like this? Every alien race that saw them would offer their most sincere respect. Their every word and action determined the fate of others. But today, in front of this sacred hall, they were repeatedly toyed with by this group of mysteriously arrived enemies. How could they suppress their anger?

Immediately, they let out a狂吼, their bodies suddenly transforming into countless streams of light, charging into the dust cloud. This was an advanced application of Light Origin Force. Each stream of light was made of Origin Force. At this time, they had no physical form, and were immune to almost all physical damage. Conversely, if any of their streams of light touched anything, even a planetary-level powerhouse would suffer severe mental damage.

This was one of the Boca Clan's most feared abilities, severe mental damage.

But... what greeted them was a mouth.

A mouth with sharp fangs, bloody and terrifying. Accompanying this mouth was that annoying voice. "I know where the mistake was, so let's change the code name. This time it's... go, Fang!"

"Roar!"

With a soul-tearing shriek, suddenly a black shadow shot out of the dust cloud, swallowing all the streams of light one by one. Its speed was so fast that it gave people the feeling of a phantom. One moment it had a form, and the next it disappeared without a trace.

When everything had calmed down and it appeared in front of everyone, people could see what it looked like.

It was actually a black panther wearing bestial armor, its eyes gleaming with ferocity...

Nether Panther!

It was crouching low, growling softly. The dust cloud behind it dissipated, revealing several figures.

A cold man, a smiling priest, and, a pair of cute and playful twin siblings...

"Hello everyone, good morning!"

The twin siblings smiled and greeted the Judges, very politely. "We're here to kill Trius, can anyone tell us who owns that name?"(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation..)