Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1483: 218: Perhaps, You Really Need It

Eight Commanders of the Xingluo Army witnessed the appearance of troops from the Firmament Army Commander and the Wild Dust Army Commander.

A conflict erupted between the Iris and Parasitic Flower families of the Federation.

The primary forces of the Federation’s Second Army Group were drawn into battle.

The Gardot Empire’s royal family and its border army engaged in combat.

The Hinchlo Business Alliance Army joined the fray, alongside numerous mercenary groups…

An SS-class biological entity, the Chaos Giant Beast, went on a rampage, and signs of the unknown Saint Luo Clan were discovered…

The [Revolution Army] secured the frontier defense line leading into deep space, choosing not to engage in the wider conflict. While they did not obtain any relics, they successfully preserved their forces.

The firstborn heirs of both flower families perished in the fighting.

The Iris Family sustained grievous losses!

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Myriad pieces of intelligence were swiftly transmitted across space.

From their arrival to their departure,

A span of one month passed.

The battle for the Light Relics.

Beneath that stunning nebula vortex, how many souls met their end?

The exact number of treasures unearthed from the ruins remains unknown.

However… every survivor who returned alive bore in their memory a single name.

That name, mysterious and formidable—[Agasura]!

That swift individual, like a meteor blazing across the heavens, became indelibly etched in everyone’s consciousness.

A clash between Emperor Body and Emperor Body.

A life-or-death struggle involving SSS-class mechas.

To witness such a spectacle within one’s lifetime.

This is an event many could boast about for generations.

Located a full seventy light-years distant from the Capital Star, within the Imperial Star of the Gardot Empire’s royal domain.

Within an expansive estate nestled beneath the Rodri Mountain Range.

An abundance of scantily-clad, fair-skinned, and captivating dancers performed gracefully within a lavish palace.

Occupying the primary seat, a long-haired, strikingly handsome young man reclined languidly against a plush cushion, permitting a beautiful concubine, adorned in sheer garments, to offer him grapes with her lips.

Despite the seemingly decadent and sinful ambiance, the young man’s eyes held a profound clarity, instilling a sense of trepidation in the dancing girls, preventing them from meeting his gaze.

This was due to their keen awareness of this young man’s exceptional intellect.

This figure was none other than the Third Prince of the Gardot Empire… Prince Xuyang!

“Tianhua, Princess Lin’er visited the palace yesterday and inquired about information pertaining to you. It seems there is a matter I am not privy to.”

Prince Xuyang casually looked towards the youth on the opposite side, his eyes akin to distant stars, exuding an air of composure and tranquility as he spoke with subtle implication.

Upon hearing this, Mu Tianhua immediately rose to his feet and then calmly executed a deep, respectful bow.

“Your Highness, regarding this affair, Tianhua harbored certain personal intentions. Once I provide my explanation, I shall readily accept any punishment you deem fit.”

“Oh?”

Xuyang displayed no overt concern.

He had been informed of the distant ruins contest but held no particular interest in it.

The governance of the Gardot Empire was considerably more stable than that of the Galaxy Federation.

For a Governor overseeing a vast empire stretching across hundreds of light-years, the spoils from a relic might be astonishing, yet they would not suffice to warrant risking his life.

He possessed the [Heavenly Martial Machine God], the pinnacle weapon meticulously constructed by the Empire over a century, utilizing relic technology.

His formidable army, under his direct command, possessed the capability to obliterate an entire star system.

At present, his fascination lay primarily in the complex webs of schemes and power struggles amongst individuals…

Engaging in conflict with people offered an unending source of amusement, indeed.

Mu Tianhua lowered his head and stated calmly, “I harbor suspicions that the proprietor of that Shura… might be a member of the Mu Family.”

A fleeting glint appeared in Xuyang’s eyes, yet his expression remained impassive, offering only a simple, acknowledging hum.

“My personal motive is to ensure the protection of every individual within the Mu Family.”

“Beyond personal motives, is there anything else?” Xuyang inquired with a light, seemingly indifferent laugh, as if he already anticipated Mu Tianhua’s forthcoming revelation.

“There is also a self-serving intention concerning the Empire – the hope of drawing them to our side. Even if they do not formally pledge allegiance to Your Highness, they would at least refrain from becoming our adversaries.”

Having articulated this, Mu Tianhua maintained his upright, bowed posture, utterly still.

Xuyang gestured dismissively, signaling the beautiful concubine to depart. He then sat up, a subtle smile gracing his lips, observing the standing Mu Tianhua without uttering a word.

Moments ticked by, each second contributing to the palpable tension.

The ambiance within the palace began to feel increasingly heavy.

Suddenly, Xuyang erupted into hearty laughter, exclaiming, “Very well, there is no need for such formality. The reason I summoned you here today…”

The tall and imposing Xuyang rose from his seat, approached Mu Tianhua, and gently assisted him in standing upright.

“I simply wished to express my gratitude for allowing him… to rescue the princess.”

“The Gardot Empire has persevered in the universe for a millennium. While I may not possess the foundational prowess of my ancestors, I am confident in my ability to maintain the current status quo. In the days ahead, your counsel and assistance will remain invaluable. As for the matter you’ve raised… it is hardly significant.”

“In my eyes, there is no treasure more precious than you, sir.”

The young prince’s eyes were full of gentle smiles.

Mu Tianhua raised his head, looking at the person in front of him, bowing deeply once again.

“I am willing to offer the remainder of my life for Your Highness.”

Xuyang patted Mu Tianhua’s shoulder, turned, stretched lazily, and walked towards the main seat, his lazy voice trailing, “I’ll take care of the little moods on Lin’er’s side. As for you, follow your heart’s desires with that last comment you made…”

“I won’t leave until I’m drunk today.”

“Hahahaha!”

The palace was filled with Xuyang’s unrestrained laughter.

Mu Tianhua calmly watched the dragon-like, tiger-like stride retreating figure, gently nodding.

The way of rulers and ministers lies in mutual understanding.

Xuyang’s chest as vast as the stars truly inspires admiration.

[However, Mu Fan, I am increasingly eager to meet you.]

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Across the starry sky, Mu Fan naturally could not hear Mu Tianhua’s inner monologue.

At this moment, he was engaged in a special meeting.

The meeting location was a familiar place.

Blue Capital Star, Dingchuan Academy, Crystal Conference Hall.

Currently, inside it was devoid of the usual academy senior staff.

Within this enormous glass-enclosed structure, only two pairs of equally young eyes silently confronted each other.

Wearing a cyan military uniform, cheeks slightly thin but eyes even brighter, Gu Yunyou, or better put, the Revolutionary Army Commander… Ke Qingshan.

At this moment he was holding a cup of aromatic durian-flavored coffee, sitting at the head of the long conference table, with a familiar smile.

“Returning here, things have changed, you consistently impress me.”

“So are you, I originally thought I’d encounter you at the Light Relics this time, but unfortunately didn’t.” Mu Fan shrugged; having been through many battles, he now had a maturity far beyond the past, “For Dean Tang to make room for this conference room, it must be something grand.”

“Not really, but it’s fitting for this meeting.” Ke Qingshan set down the specially-made durian coffee, placing his hands together, his gaze piercingly fixed on Mu Fan, “I’m here today to formally sign a memorandum of friendly coexistence with the Shadow Corps.”

“During the Federation’s time contesting the relics, I fortified the border defense line anew, only wishing to see the world in my heart to the greatest extent. I have no mates, you guys can be considered my only friends. This friendship, I cherish greatly. Your influence, will ultimately step onto the cosmic stage, thus today’s meeting with your representative interests must be formal and grand.”

Ke Qingshan’s language, while perhaps not fully understood by Mu Fan, conveyed a clear central message.

This formal meeting was Ke Qingshan paving the way for Shadow Island to officially step onto the cosmic stage.

The Revolutionary Army forces desired steady development, and now Shadow Island, which revealed its fangs, was an undeniable sharp blade for any power.

And coincidentally, this sharp blade currently had no effective means of being restrained.

Ke Qingshan was using this act of goodwill to secure a stable rear.

This matter, Mu Fan found unobjectionable. Shadow Island was inherently floating in the starry sky, a collective of people united by a dream.

Besides, the other party was his roommate, having shared advance and retreat, classmates, and comrades, so he was prepared to readily accept.

But at this time, Ke Qingshan had not finished speaking; he looked at Mu Fan ahead, seemingly organizing his words, and then slowly spoke:

“Moreover, I have intelligence I want to deliver to you, maybe… you’ll need it.”