Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1480: 215: Arbitration Pyramid

Chapter 1480: Chapter 215: The Arbitration Pyramid

(Third Update)

[Epoch King Halberd has been stored in the warehouse.]

[Remnants of the Demon God Machine Daytime have been stored in the warehouse.]

[Shadow Fleet escort formation is complete.]

Three consecutive system voice notifications echoed in Mu Fan’s ears, and he gave a slight nod.

Despite undergoing relentless, high-intensity combat, his formidable physique showcased exceptional resilience at this moment.

Mu Fan sensed that the stray energy was being absorbed into the mecha’s chest, under the effect of the Heart of Shura. Then, propelled by that pulsating heart, the mecha’s energy reserves began their gradual replenishment.

The constant neutralization of impure energy and the continuous generation of pure energy rendered one-sided assaults obsolete.

Could this be the fundamental secret behind Shura’s ability to maintain the Emperor Body in this world?

Half of the Heart of Shura had empowered Shura to directly counter cosmic invasions, bestowing upon it a slow but steady recovery capability.

If Qi had possessed the Heart of Shura when he first arrived,

perhaps the story would have unfolded quite differently.

Find my father, locate the lost Great Yang Emperor, and find Nuonuo…

[Time is truly of the essence…]

Mu Fan gazed down at his hand, his five fingers clenched tightly.

His commanding voice resonated throughout the entirety of the Shadow Fleet.

“I will provide cover for the retreat; the entire army will fall back.”

“Understood,” Qi Longxiang’s calm voice responded, while simultaneously transmitting a vast star map to the main Dawn ship.

This was the meticulously charted retreat route, devised by Qi Longxiang’s exceptional intellect.

The strategy emphasized securing the retreat before considering any offensive maneuvers.

Following Black’s calculations, Qi Longxiang’s route map was instantly disseminated to all units.

“Mu Fan, it’s the Flying Dragon’s moment to shine this time, hey.”

The Thunderhawk remained stationed atop the Flying Dragon, maintaining a state of alert, while the Eagle Emperor folded its wings and returned to the shipyard.

Falcon, a lit cigar held in his beak, leaped onto the deck. He received three light computers from the Wizard and proceeded to connect them to Qi Longxiang, White Hair, and Fat Brother, respectively.

“Everyone, take a look at the treasures we’ve salvaged from the ruins. Let’s rendezvous according to these coordinates: 322, 4196…”

If one were standing beside Falcon, they would observe the middle-aged man’s uncontainable delight evident in his wide grin.

After relaying the orders, Falcon burst into hearty laughter, hands placed firmly on his hips.

“After so many years, the Flying Dragon finally has a new toy. Come… let’s put our newly acquired treasures to good use this time!”

Light Wave and Yi, occupying the pilot seats, their eyes gleamed with excitement upon hearing Falcon’s words.

For S Team, which specialized in group combat, the equipment acquired this time represented a strategically invaluable asset…

The Ancient Relic undeniably held riches beyond wildest imagination.

“Instructor Falcon.”

Mu Fan regarded the proud figure on the screen, a sense of inexplicable joy washing over him as he grinned broadly.

“What is it?”

Falcon replied with a smile, clearly anticipating Mu Fan's question, as if there was an itch he’d been waiting to scratch.

After all, what was the point of life if not for a little showing off…

“I’m curious about what rare relics you’ve managed to discover.” Mu Fan’s smile grew wider, and the two men shared a knowing, coordinated grin.

“Hahaha, that relic is called Arbit… Arbit… hold on, what *is* its name again?”

Falcon became too excited; the relic had been under Yi’s care, and he hadn’t paid close attention to its designation.

This time, he had perhaps gotten carried away…

“Ahem!”

Falcon coughed loudly to mask his lapse, then quickly gestured behind him.

“Arbitration Pyramid,” Yi prompted softly, a look of awkwardness on his face.

“Ah, right, the Arbitration Pyramid! You’ll definitely find this thing quite something.” Falcon exclaimed excitedly, noticing the remaining lights on the screen converging towards their location.

He couldn’t help but beam, “Hahaha, Flying Dragon’s Arbitration Pyramid, commence activation!”

Falcon’s declaration echoed throughout the entire vessel.

He now required the authorization of a deputy commander within the Shadow Corps.

Yes, authorization was key…

Falcon felt an inexplicable sense of enchantment ever since hearing Black’s notification, as if he were experiencing a personal renaissance.

“What exactly is this pyramid?”

The [Lightning] mecha, newly materialized on the deck of the Giant Rock Battleship, maintained its characteristic cold and enigmatic demeanor, yet White Hair was visibly perplexed.

“Regardless, we should depart now… let’s leave swiftly, it’s far too perilous here… two more self-destruct sequences and Fat Brother will get motion sickness…” Fat Brother wheezed, finding the piloting of this mecha an utterly terrifying experience.

This was essentially a mobile nuclear device, perpetually on the brink of detonation!

Qi Longxiang’s brow furrowed slightly, as if he were contemplating Falcon’s cryptic announcement.

Several warships began to converge upon a specific sector.

Shura hovered in the air, directing its gaze towards its companions who were nearing the designated rally point.

“We’ve reached the convergence point…” a hushed voice began.

A flash of brilliant white light erupted from the apex of the fiery red Flying Dragon warship.

In an instant…

The fleet, concealed within a dimensional space, vanished in unison!

Mu Fan's pupils contracted to needle-point sharpness.

"This is… group concealment!?"

Shura's eyes pulsed with a red flicker as Mu Fan's view on the screen rapidly magnified.

A massive, faint, translucent silhouette was revealed…

Bearing an uncanny resemblance to himself, encased in the Dragon Rider War Armor!

"Arbitration…"

"Arbitrator… a name that rings a bell…"

"This is our race's sacred artifact!"

"—The Arbitrator Stone!"

The ancient voice resonated with undisguised astonishment.

Mohandas, draped in a gray cloak, raised his head. His eyes glowed with an eerie green light as he gazed forward, his hand exhibiting a momentary tremor.

His composure had fractured.

Within the virtual expanse, the metallic sphere representing Black remained stationary, or more accurately, utterly dumbfounded.

"Old timer, the relic located here… can actually snatch items from that other world…"

Black's voice, initially hesitant, swiftly escalated into extreme excitement.

"I understand it now!"

"The relic, this so-called relic, must be a nexus of overlapping multiverses! This is the only logical explanation for why previously unseen treasures are appearing here!"

"It has to be; I am truly a genius."

"Is our path back home contained within the relic? Old timer, hahaha!! I can lead a fleet back, imagine the exhilaration of shouting to Mu Fan! I want to become the Spirit Totem of the Yake Empire!"

Black erupted in ecstasy, zipping erratically through the virtual space.

"Group concealment, capable of affecting mechas and warships…"

Even Mu Fan, with his typically steady temperament, couldn't suppress a deep inhalation.

Shura's perspective was singularly potent; though constructed from energy points forming a star map, it still relied on optical vision to discern the fleet's outlines beneath a specialized energy layer.

This renders conventional radar facilities entirely obsolete.

Envision the silent infiltration of Shura, Thunderhawk, and other mechas deep into the enemy's strategic core or command center's vicinity.

The ensuing devastation…

Would be simply inconceivable.

It's practically a divine instrument for executing decapitation strikes and facilitating battlefield escapes!

At this juncture, the few individuals who bore witness to this spectacle…

Simultaneously drew sharp, audible breaths.

A flashbang effect, and then everyone simply vanished?

This targeted group teleportation… isn't this the Huangchuan family's Iron Curtain mode?

This capability is exclusively incorporated into the Gardot Empire's fleet armaments!

Recalling the recent event where the Black Knight intervened on Shura's behalf.

"Run!"

"Run as fast as you can!"

"Damn it, I should have foreseen this; that guy must have defected to the Gardot Empire."

Hundreds of warships in the sky scattered in a panicked retreat.

At this precise moment, they seemed to…

Have fundamentally misunderstood the situation.