Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1486: 2: Level 4 Beast Tide
Chapter 1486: Level 4 Beast Tide
“Basham, this village belongs to my White Armor Clan… Are you trying to make an enemy of us!”
The middle-aged man, who bore a striking resemblance to a lion, brandished a beast leg bone as thick as his arm, gripping it in a reverse hold, like a colossal hammer. The immense bone then struck the ground with a heavy thud.
Buzz~
A wave of dirt billowed outwards in all directions.
The lion-like man fixed his gaze upon the gaunt, mustached man, his eyes blazing with animosity.
In that moment, the warriors of the Red Stone Clan were compelled to retreat, overwhelmed by the sheer pressure.
“The White Armor Tribe’s population is a mere tenth of the Red Stone Clan’s. Isaiah, your people still depend on coming to my Red Stone Tribe to trade beast hides. I grant you the valor of ten men; do you truly dare to go to war with my Red Stone Clan!”
The slender man, adorned with a sparse mustache, his eyes now held a fierce glint.
“I will shatter you into a pile of pulverized mud…” Isaiah, the Clan Leader of the White Armor Clan, declared, his voice akin to a piercing, cold wind.
“Then my Red Stone warriors will utterly annihilate your village.”
“The White Armor Clan harbors no cowards!”
“Just as Blue Eagles will never fear the Barbaric Bull.” Basham retorted with a sneer.
“To dare desecrate our sacred treasure, today, I, Isaiah, shall first crush your skull…”
Rumble!
A resonant voice, like rumbling thunder, emanated from Isaiah’s chest. His eyes were already alight with killing intent, but at this precise moment, the earth began to tremble violently.
The violent tremors beneath their feet instantly threw everyone off balance.
“Woo——”
The mournful blast of a bullhorn echoed, causing both factions to simultaneously swivel their heads.
“Damn it, it’s a beast tide.”
“…Basham, take your people and depart from my village.”
“White-armored warriors, follow me outside to repel the beast tide!”
The powerful Isaiah turned, heaving the massive bone, exceeding two meters in height, and strode out of the tent.
The moment he emerged, he witnessed the sky obscured by a swarm of black night bats.
Outside, people were scrambling towards the village center, shouting with alarm: “Beast tide! A Level Four beast tide!”
Beast tide intensity was categorized from Levels One to Six, with each subsequent level indicating greater ferocity.
A Level Two beast tide was already known to result in fatalities.
And a Level Four beast tide frequently signified…
“Moo——”
Boom!
The distant clay wall, a formidable structure two meters thick and six meters high, was instantly obliterated, fragments exploding into the sky.
A monstrous black beast, standing eight meters tall and stretching twenty meters long, charged forward with savage fury.
Its form was a terrifying amalgamation of a scorpion and a lizard; it crawled on four legs, yet possessed a long, venomous tail stinger!
The tail stinger whipped through the air.
Swish!
A Red Stone Warrior, who had been escorting Basham to safety, was impaled by the tail stinger. His robust physique began to visibly decay at an alarming rate.
“Moo——”
With another guttural roar, the distant sky churned, birthing a gray storm.
“It’s a Gray Fissure Storm; the Star Beasts are emerging from it! Damn it——”
Isaiah roared in fury, launching himself forward in immense strides.
His movements, reminiscent of a lion’s pounce, were spring-loaded, propelling him nearly ten meters with each leap.
Whoosh, whoosh.
His imposing figure became a blur, the ground beneath him visibly collapsing with his every impact.
In mere moments, Isaiah, the Clan Leader of the White Armor Clan, ascended ten meters above the ground.
He raised the bone club high with both hands.
“Kill!”
With a thunderous war cry, his arm muscles bulged ferociously as he brought the weapon down.
The colossal leg bone in his grasp, much like a massive blacksmith’s hammer, descended upon the head of the scorpion-lizard-like Star Beast.
Boom!
Even the very air seemed to buckle under the immense force.
A visible shockwave erupted, accompanied by a bone-jarring sound.
The Star Beast’s enormous head burst like an overripe melon.
However, Isaiah’s devastating blow continued its trajectory, smashing deep into the ground.
Only a half-formed cry of agony escaped the beast as it perished where it stood.
Landing like a descending War God, Isaiah pivoted and bellowed, “White Armor warriors, counterattack!”
“Yert, you guards must protect Teacher Wang with your very lives!”
“Yes, Clan Leader Isaiah!”
A ring of children rose to their feet in unison, responding with unwavering resolve.
Though young, they were the embodiment of true warriors from the White Armor Tribe.
The White Armor Tribe: a community where every individual was a soldier.
Observing Teacher Wang, their precious star, being shielded by these children in the center, Isaiah finally felt a wave of relief and let out another roar.
With three consecutive powerful strides, he shattered the scorpion-lizard’s carapace. Leveraging his immense strength, he propelled himself backward, swinging the bone club to send a tri-horn bull, ten times his size, hurtling wildly into the air.
As he landed, his gaze was met by a beast tide surging like colossal waves.
A myriad of bizarre and ferocious beasts, their eyes burning a malevolent blood-red, charged with maniacal abandon.
The ground trembled incessantly.
It was as if a thousand horses were thundering across the plains.
But in this crucial moment…
“White Armor Shield, charge!”
Isaiah’s battle intent surged to its zenith as he pounded his chest and let out a fierce roar.
Instantly, fifty white figures launched themselves from the rear like cannonballs, a white torrent rising to violently collide with the oncoming beast tide.
Boom!
Amidst cries of anguish, the relentless surge of the beast tide faltered; over a hundred gargantuan beasts were hurled backward, visibly crushed and contorted by the impact.
The bodies of terrifying beasts are instantly incapacitated by approaching white figures.
Upon closer examination, these ethereal white figures are revealed to be formidable combatants clad in rugged beast-hide attire.
As the beast tide momentarily falters and then reappears, the second wave of white figures launches another assault.
Boom!
An additional contingent of beasts is violently sent hurtling backward.
The third wave—
Boom!
"Defend the settlement!"
At Isaiah's piercing command, three hundred brawny men erupt in a simultaneous roar. Clothed in hides and armed with bone shields, they surge forward.
The spectacle is truly awe-inspiring.
The very ground beneath the three hundred warriors dips by almost twenty centimeters under their combined might.
Buzz…
The trio, now airborne, raises their shields aloft, bringing them down with crushing force.
It resembles a dense volley of meteors.
Boom!
The stampeding herd of beasts is flung dozens of meters into the air.
In under thirty seconds of intense combat, the White Armor Warriors have carved out an open space exceeding a hundred meters in width.
"A warm-up is concluded? Now… for survival's sake. White Armor, engage!"
Amidst a galvanizing war cry, Isaiah spearheads the offensive.
A shuddering colossal bear, standing nearly fifty meters tall, emerges from the distance…
The giant ursine lumbers toward the village, each footfall causing the earth to tremble.
This is… undeniably a level-four beast tide!
Each engagement results in more than forty lives lost!
Their White Armor Tribe, including the elderly, infirm, women, and children, numbers barely 2000 souls.
Yet, within the eyes of these valiant fighters, not a trace of fear can be found.
Only an unquenchable battle spirit remains ablaze.
That fierce resolve…
Grows ever more intense.
From a distant point, a gore-splattered faction emerges from the adjacent flank.
Basham, drenched in blood, casts a look at the nearly one-third casualties among his accompanying warriors, his eyes devoid of any sympathy or pity.
Instead, he fixes his gaze upon Isaiah, a malevolent grin contorting his face.
"Fight, kill. When I make my triumphant return, it shall be the opportune moment to absorb your White Armor Clan!"
"Such a precious woman, how could a diminutive tribe like yours possibly safeguard her!"
"Depart, retreat to your encampment."
With a ferocious bellow, Basham charges onward, not daring to glance back.