Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1507: 23: An Unexpected Assault
Previously on Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy...
The formidable combatants hailing from the Forest Domain found themselves utterly defenseless against the miraculous weapon, a blend of supernatural power and hyper-technology.
Their very beings, armor and all, were reduced to a pulpy mess, silently consumed by the voraciously tearing rift.
With a final, decisive sweep, the Epoch King Halberd came to rest after carving through the 3000-meter-long vessel.
The formidable black weapon pierced the engine core, destabilizing the once vibrant emerald exhaust flames, which then erupted in a towering inferno.
This fiery spectacle acted as a detonator, igniting a chain reaction of explosions that surged from the ship's aft to its prow.
The sheer visual grandeur of the colossal battleship's destruction dwarfed all prior battlefield displays.
Even the immense energy torrent that had missed its target could not possibly obscure this astonishing event.
The primary vessel's signal winked out of existence instantaneously!
Mid-battle, the five thousand warships belonging to the Forest Domain faltered, their advance momentarily halted.
Every warrior of the Forest Domain craned their necks skyward, their gazes fixed upon the nebula-like explosion consuming their mothership. Shock, profound awe, and abject terror—nearly every negative emotion imaginable—was starkly etched upon their visages.
Their flagship was obliterated.
Commander Cornelles had perished…
Their fervent aspirations and the esteemed glory of the Forest Domain Expeditionary Army had been extinguished, abruptly and completely, before they could truly begin.
For the passionate warriors of the Forest Domain, this was akin to being drenched by an icy deluge, an experience that not only quenched their burning ambitions but also chilled them to their very souls.
“Heh…”
This time, Mu Fan offered no words, only a faint, mocking, and utterly indifferent chuckle escaped his lips.
“All forces, press the attack!”
Seizing the precise moment, Archibald gave the command for a full-scale offensive.
At this juncture, the morale of the Federation soldiers reached unprecedented heights.
They too had witnessed the black mecha, resembling a demon god from the abyss, single-handedly decimate all opposition in the vast expanse of the starry sky.
The once arrogant and overbearing Glorfen Clan members of the Forest Domain now cowered like frightened curs, too intimidated to utter a single defiant word.
How could such a scene fail to inspire astonishment?
How could it not electrify their spirits?
Propelled by the immense vortex force field emanating from the [Catastrophe] mecha, the entirety of the Federation Fleet seemed to surge with a potent dose of adrenaline. Their speeds escalated sharply, and their firepower was unleashed without restraint.
The heavens became a canvas of particle beams, obscuring all else from view.
Observing the unfolding chaos, Mu Fan did not press his advantage further. Instead, he turned his mecha back towards the undamaged Dawn Battleship.
“Relay an order to Qi Longxiang: secure Planet 131 from any remaining resistance.”
“Understood!”
“Retrieve the Epoch King Halberd.”
“All units, commence withdrawal to base. Shadow, set a course for home.”
However, as Shura began to accelerate, a colossal vortex crackling with thunderous energy bore down upon them with terrifying speed from the distance.
The dense lattice of electrical energy and faintly discernible spatial fragments filled the swirling maelstrom.
The cape trailing behind him responded with an involuntary twitch, causing the mecha to abruptly halt its movement.
A chilling premonition washed over Mu Fan. He spun Shura around, his gaze locked onto the approaching purple vortex, a path of destruction marked by the scattered wreckage of Zeg and Forest Domain battleships.
A titanic tornado, reaching skyward for a thousand meters, materialized before him, radiating an aura of profound, desolate darkness from the deep reaches of space.
Mu Fan's eyes narrowed, a flicker of fierce determination igniting within them.
He drew back his single weaponized arm.
Four engines roared to life, expelling a torrent of crimson flames that extended over twenty meters.
Hovering motionless, as the initial blur of his movement left behind an afterimage, Mu Fan unleashed a devastating punch!
The vortex, imbued with a malevolent intent, was instantly rent asunder, a gaping chasm opening like a blood-red maw.
With the sheer force of that single blow, nearly a quarter of the vortex was obliterated.
Yet, just as Shura attempted to retract his arm…
The repelled vortex, now even more volatile and enraged, surged forward, engulfing and swallowing Shura's mecha whole.
The crimson cape, now merely a shimmering extension of the mecha's surface, dissolved into a fine mist of light.
At the volatile boundary where the light mist met the encroaching vortex, crimson and purple energies clashed, intertwining and annihilating each other in a chaotic display.
Shura’s arm, halfway retracted, froze rigidly as if caught in an inescapable mire.
Innumerable purple sparks erupted across the arm's metallic surface.
As the vortex continued its furious twisting motion, hairline fractures began to spiderweb across Shura’s arm.
Shura's head slowly tilted upwards, his crimson eyes fixing on the imposing figure of the Great Demon God, the [Catastrophe] mecha, positioned at the vortex's far end.
The scorched, dark coloration of its armor seemed exceptionally prominent at this critical moment.
The multifaceted prisms that had previously generated the shadowy vortex had now returned to their resting positions upon the mecha.
At that instant, the stout, formidable figure extended his left hand, fingers spread wide, directly towards Shura!
The aggressor, it turned out, was none other than Archibald.
Not only Mu Fan, but a significant portion of the Federation soldiers remained utterly bewildered.
Why would their own commanding general launch an attack against Shura?
“Do you court death?”
Mu Fan's voice, cold and sharp, echoed across the public communication channel, each word delivered with chilling precision.
The crimson lotus adorning the mecha’s chest, which had only partially bloomed, suddenly erupted, its slender red tendrils weaving across the entire metallic form.Every piece of blade armor on its body angled slightly upwards, releasing plumes of white vapor, reminiscent of steam escaping under immense heat.As this steam mingled with the erratically spreading crimson lines, it ignited instantaneously.[Asura—Crimson Lotus Unfurls]!In a flash, countless fiery tendrils surged outwards, manifesting a colossal red lotus in space, its center anchored by Asura.The nascent thunder vortex that had begun to twist and form was largely obliterated, much like a total solar eclipse.Asura remained suspended, a still figure amidst the expanding crimson haze.Lu Qingxue and her two companions had just made their way back to the Dawn Battleship and simultaneously turned their gazes towards the spectacle.The Dawn Battleship, in the process of retracting its armaments, abruptly halted its actions.This sudden shift caught everyone off guard, with perhaps only Archibald having foreseen such a turn of events!…Upon hearing Mu Fan’s reply, brimming with palpable killing intent, Archibald allowed a silent curl of his lips.“With the external threats neutralized, it's now time to settle a personal score… The [Ghost King] was my comrade, slain by your hand, which indirectly contributed to the weakening of the 131st defense line.”“If I were to allow the perpetrator to depart unpunished, I would be truly undeserving of my military insignia!”The formidable right arm of [Catastrophe] was suddenly raised, a torrent of charred yellow and purple light streams converging into its palm, as rings of light began to emanate outwards in all directions.This was Archibald.The epitome of a national soldier, the spiritual cornerstone of the Border Defense Fleet, the Master of Catastrophe—Archibald!“As I've declared, those who stand in my way… perish!”“Are you absolutely certain you wish to impede me!?”Confronting such an incorruptible soldier, Mu Fan held a measure of respect in his heart. However, this sentiment was insufficient to halt his course.His objective was to reach Winter Tree Star!Until this goal was achieved, all variables would be ruthlessly suppressed!“If I do not make an attempt… how would I ever know if I am destined to die!”In response to Archibald's declaration, [Catastrophe]’s left arm swiftly ascended, its ten fingers clapping together forcefully before being pulled apart with immense effort!A condensed, nebula-like universe materialized within its palm, appearing as if compressed many times over.Subsequently, the Great Demon God [Catastrophe] directed its gaze towards Asura, leveling both hands forward, while a visibly tangible ripple of energy burst forth.That compressed, nebula-like universe transformed into a meteor, hurtling directly towards Asura![Doomsday Force Field—Chaotic Flow]!“Since you are determined to engage in combat, I shall indulge your wish.”Thump—Thump thump—The resonant sound of a powerful heartbeat echoed.Asura's body, etched with countless scars, began to visibly mend and regenerate.As Asura fully lifted its head, its blood-red eyes pierced the void, emitting a tangible aura of murderous intent!