Colonial Suit

Bang!

A dull, heavy sound reverberated, as if shaking the entire world.

Thallon's black armor suddenly twisted and deformed, crushed into a ball by the force field.

Immediately afterward, the force field collapsed into a black hole, absorbing his remaining body and disappearing without a trace.

Before the temple, only the blood-red greatsword remained suspended in the void, flipping a few times before falling to the ground with a clang.

Blood瞳 lowered his right hand and exhaled a long breath.

He was somewhat exhausted.

Although the battle was short, it had consumed a great deal of his energy.

Moreover, although he had broken free from the restraints, Thallon's attacks were still in effect, constantly damaging his mind.

Speaking of which, Thallon was truly dangerous; his attacks were directly targeting consciousness.

As long as he hit an enemy, the enemy would subconsciously believe that their body had been severed.

Therefore, even if their physical body was intact, they would still be in a crippled and severely injured state.

Thallon used this to disguise it as soul damage.

Of course, this was a deception.

If it were truly soul damage, how could Blood瞳 have won?

One must know that so-called soul damage is true damage, absolute damage without any immunity or resistance.

In the mercenary system's data, true damage is flawless and possesses the characteristic of eternal destruction.

For example, if a person's arm is severed by true damage, then even if they use any ability or medical means, they will never be able to recover it.

Their arm will be gone forever, impossible to reattach.

Therefore, if Thallon could inflict true damage, even Blood瞳 would have to admit defeat.

Unfortunately, it was just a disguise.

His real method was consciousness damage.

Although this was also powerful, it was far inferior to true damage.

So, when Blood瞳 discovered this deception, he used the simplest and most violent method to resolve everything.

Willpower confrontation!

Using pure willpower to force himself to believe that his body was not injured.

This method was nothing special; it was a contest of the strength of will.

If the will was weak, it would have no effect; if the will was strong, it would recover instantly.

(Equivalent to hypnosis and self-hypnosis.)

Of course, because all confrontation occurred within himself, damage was unavoidable.

At this moment, Blood瞳 was in a state of mental damage; neither his reactions nor his thoughts were as sharp as before.

He needed to rest for a while to recover.

But the battle was over...

Looking at the twin siblings inside the temple, Blood瞳 twitched the corner of his mouth and said softly, "Wait... I'll save you..."

"No, Blood瞳哥哥..." Little Posy cried out first, her voice full of anxiety.

"Run!"

"You haven't killed him yet! Run!"

What!?

Blood瞳 was stunned, and then he felt a red light suddenly flash behind him, and a sword tip had appeared in his chest.

Intense pain like a collapsing mountain and roaring sea tore at his nerves, rapidly stealing his strength...

In a near-comatose state, Blood瞳 struggled to gather his strength, little by little, to turn his head.

He saw the 'enemy'.

It was a blood-red greatsword...

Yes, only a sword.

No one was holding it; it was just floating alone behind Blood瞳, one end inserted into Blood瞳's back.

On the sword's body, countless faces emerged, emitting bursts of screams.

At this time, Blood瞳 heard that it was not a cry of pain, but a triumphant, insidious laughter.

The hilt of the greatsword began to emit countless points of light, which then gradually condensed, forming a blurred human figure.

Unlike the Death Angel Thallon, she had perfect features and a curvaceous figure.

The armor on her body was not black, but a beautiful sky blue, like crystalline water.

Mysterious and complex runes glittered on the armor, emitting a powerful yet mysterious aura.

She was beautiful, but hazy.

The feeling she gave was a bit like the clear moon, but with less elegance and more femininity.

"My name is Mostina, Your Highness Pluto, nice to meet you, greetings..."

"You..." Blood瞳 wanted to speak, but his strength was quietly slipping away, making even breathing difficult.

The blood-colored blade within his body was emitting a cold energy, gradually penetrating and destroying his flesh.

This energy was extremely poisonous, because it not only destroyed but also had a dual effect of contamination and suppression.

Under its invasion, even the enhanced cells of the implant went dormant and no longer provided strength.

"I know you have many questions, but don't worry, I will answer them," Mostina said with a smile, with great poise.

But at the same time, she twisted her right hand, using the blade to cut open another wound in Blood瞳's body.

At this time, the blade was already approaching the heart; as long as she flicked her wrist, Blood瞳's life would end.

"What a beautiful heartbeat, it intoxicates me..." Mostina's smile became sweeter as she slowly said, "I hear the anger in your soul, is it because you failed to achieve victory?

Does the dignity of a strong man make you regretful?"

"There's really no need for that, because you haven't actually failed.

Thallon is already dormant, and it's foreseeable that he won't be able to wake up for a long time.

So you are the victor, as for me... let's just say, it was an accident."

"An accident controlled by me," Mostina said with a smile, approaching Blood瞳 little by little, and sticking out her small tongue to lick Blood瞳's earlobe.

"How wonderful... a warm taste, it's been a long time since I've felt it."

"Do you know? From the moment you entered the Ninth Heaven, I have been paying attention to you.

I saw your redemption of the Calamity Angel, and I also saw your actions towards the feral implant.

I know that you are not actually Pluto, you are just somewhat similar to him, and there is also some inexplicable connection."

"The real Pluto is already dead, I am absolutely certain, because he died in front of my eyes.

I could have helped him, but I didn't..."

"I stood in his shadow, watching him die.

The only thing I regret is that until the moment he died, he didn't even look at me.

Perhaps in his heart, he didn't care about my existence at all.

He was so proud, so powerful.

Whether he had my help or not, he would have continued to fight."

"It's a pity that I didn't see the remorse of the strongest person in the universe.

Otherwise, it would have intoxicated me for many years."

Mostina's fingers slid up Blood瞳's face little by little, gently caressing it.

"But I am lucky, am I not?

Because when I had regrets, you appeared.

You have his face, his aura, and even some of his power.

Being able to see your remorse can also satisfy my little wish."

"So, regret it... be in pain... it would be even better if you could beg and wail more..."

"Here, submit to me..."

"My name is Mostina, the Eighth Supreme Heaven, the Dark Angel."

(To be continued...)