Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1504: 20: If You Don't Belong Here, Get Lost!

A terrified voice echoed.

The soldiers who had been conversing abruptly ceased their movements.

Within the soldier's visual field, the colossal “red ball” had vanished entirely!?

A distorted flash of white lightning streaked across the Forest Domain Warship.

As the translucent white light reignited, the familiar “red ball” reappeared precisely at the heart of this fleet detachment.

In the distance, the Knight Mecha in his grasp pulsed with a soft white luminescence.

“Glad we managed that… There aren't many maneuvers as impressive as mine left.”

White Hair commented with a sense of awe. He had just executed a peak-breaking maneuver, propelling himself to the edge of the battlefield's center in a single second, then rapidly and precisely targeting the [Fury], accomplishing the heroic feat of teleporting Fat Brother.

“Fat Brother, I promise, this is the absolute final time; you may proceed with the detonation.”

“Fat Brother shall place his trust in you just one more time…”

Harry responded weakly, then looked at the enormous self-destruct button before him and struck it with a single palm. He had solely relied on his willpower to endure the self-destruction for a remarkable five seconds.

[Energy prepared for discharge!]

[Level five counterattack — Space Bomb!]

The mind, which had previously felt like a reservoir overflowing to its limit, now experienced an immense sense of euphoria and relief as if floodgates had been thrown open.

“Magnificent…”

— Boom!

The intense concussive sound, filtered through layers, reached his ears, yet Fat Brother perceived it as though countless bees were buzzing around him. His eyeballs rolled back, foam appeared at his lips, and he blissfully lost consciousness.

On the opposing side, within this fleet detachment, the sheer terror and bewilderment in the eyes of all the warship soldiers froze simultaneously upon their faces. Then… the earth-shattering explosion, surpassing even a Shura strike, raged outward in all directions like a solar storm. A colossal crimson cloud instantly engulfed everything. The semi-translucent jade plating, along with the hardened super alloy hull, turned to dust in the intense blast, and the bodies of the Forest Domain soldiers vaporized from the extreme heat.

Mu Fan, who had been engaged in an attack, could not help but turn to observe, catching sight of this spectacular spectacle. One strike, and the fleet detachment comprising 1500 warships… annihilated!

“Fat Brother… You are utterly incredible.” White Hair’s voice, filled with incredulous admiration, resounded as he gazed with respect at the amber sphere that had now contracted to a diameter of approximately 5 meters. However, the already foaming Fat Brother was destined not to respond with enthusiasm, only intermittent… “Ho… Ho…”

“Fat Brother, what is ailing you?” White Hair’s concerned inquiry followed.

“Ho… Ho…”

White Hair fell into silence instantly. “Good brother, thank you for your immense effort.” Accompanying this heartfelt and sincere expression of gratitude, Fat Brother expelled a large quantity of foam, and his consciousness completely succumbed.

The distorted white beam precisely pierced through space, striking the [Fury], and with a slight tremor of his hands, Fat Brother and his Mecha finally disengaged from the combat zone. Thus, the most immediate threat confronting the Dawn Battleship was thoroughly eradicated by Fat Brother’s more than twenty self-destructions. Especially that final, cataclysmic explosion, which was sufficiently significant to be etched into the annals of warfare.

Fat Brother was entirely unaware that, at that very moment, even Archibald had directed his gaze towards him for over fifteen seconds. “Truly a period of turmoil and upheaval…” The low utterance conveyed the most genuine sentiment of this Hundred Battle General.

“Achieving such monumental results with merely three Mechas, we must not forfeit the honor of the Federation! Greatness is within reach today.”

“Yes, General!”

“For the Federation, we fight!”

Perhaps it was the impact of the recent earth-shattering explosion, or perhaps it was Archibald’s motivating words, but these individuals were instantly filled with combat fervor. Coupled with those five Swirling Thunderstorm vortexes, the Eastern Front of the Forest Domain Fleet also began to crumble without delay.

Mu Fan’s icy gaze shifted away from both fronts. The gravest error committed by these invaders was encountering two SSS-class Mecha leading simultaneous squad assaults. Neither the Zeg Clan nor the Glorfen Clan of the Forest Domain comprehended the magnitude of strength that Emperor Body Mechas represented within this universe! The demise of the Giant Bone Insect Beast had unequivocally heralded the end of the most formidable resistance within the Star Body Fortress. The remaining ordinary Insect Beasts, though potent enough to instantly destroy an S-class Mecha, were merely a collection of dilapidated creatures when faced with the true Great Demon God. The Zeg Commander [White Armor], wielding bone chains, those Giant Corruptors exceeding two hundred meters in diameter, and even the Star-eating Worm capable of swallowing small asteroids in a single gulp… these entities constituted the true terrifying combat might of the Zeg.

However, at this precise moment, none of the reinforcements materialized, thus sealing the grim fate of this assault force.

Mu Fan’s intense gaze fixated upon the noticeably diminished three chasms of the underground tunnels, an unreadable expression gracing his features.

At this juncture, those monstrous worms seemed to grasp the dire and unfavorable turn the battle had taken. They began a desperate, frantic swarm toward the gaping caves, their very flesh and blood offered as a desperate sacrifice.

The caves, invigorated by this sacrificial offering of worms, finally halted their relentless withering. Under the collective impact of countless worms, they commenced a slow, purposeful convergence toward the central point.

Could it be… they are attempting to forcefully link together?

And precisely then, an overwhelming, malevolent will began to emanate from the colossal Star Body Fortress.

That chilling, brutal aura, which carried an unmistakable sense of devouring destruction, bore an uncanny resemblance to the oppressive emotion Wind had perceived when returning from the enemy’s Star Gate.

When combined with the underground tunnels that had started to writhe with violent activity, it became abundantly clear that elite, higher-tier troops were poised to storm out.

Mu Fan, naturally, harbored no fear, yet at this particular moment, he distinctly wished to avoid any further complications or introduced variables into the ongoing battle.

“What was destined to appear, has now appeared. Anything that was not meant to be… return from whence you came!”

Mu Fan’s blade-like, icy voice echoed clearly through the public communication channel.

Mu Fan possessed the certainty that the opposing force would undoubtedly comprehend his unequivocal message.

Indeed, as his stern words resonated, the chilling will transmitted itself with heightened ferocity, accompanied by a specific, coded information wave.

However, at this critical juncture, it amounted to nothing more than a pure intent to slaughter.

Shura’s hands moved again in a blur, fingers transforming into phantom-like blurs as they danced forward.

The enigmatic black totem that hovered behind him rose once more. Upon closer, more careful examination, it was evidently a dark beam intricately weaving itself within a specific force field.

The resplendent Red Lotus emblazoned on Shura’s chest illuminated brilliantly at this precise moment, as if acknowledging and responding to the unfolding events.

Exquisite, fine red lines began to spread across his entire body. Within the pure green flames that enveloped him, these lines carried a multifaceted and inherently dangerous glow.

“Hell’s Eight Gates Realm — Fourth Realm, the Injury Gate, open.”

Abruptly, his hands parted, thumbs thrusting backward with fierce determination, savagely piercing into both his shoulders.

Shura’s formidable blade armor fractured and crumbled beneath his fingers as if it possessed no resistance.

As two gaping, pitch-black openings materialized, the verdant green flames cascading all over him seemed to discover a crucial vent, commencing a fierce, uncontrolled pour into these newly formed apertures.

“…Heh.”

Within the confines of the blood-colored cockpit, Mu Fan’s muscles bulged powerfully all over his frame as both his arms suddenly flung wide!

His crimson cloak billowed outwards, Shura’s arms spread wide in an expansive gesture, resembling a stark black cross suspended in the vastness of space.

The sharp, icy claw blades suddenly deployed at this climactic moment!