Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1518: 34: I'll Give You 3 Seconds
Previously on Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy...
No one noticed the moment the jade-white bone fragments enveloped Mu Fan, nor did anyone witness how his right hand calmly extended outward.
All that registered were his unsettling azure and emerald eyes and the hexagonal shield that materialized silently in the air.
Hundreds of bullets converged upon the shield simultaneously, erupting in a brilliant blue spark that possessed a captivating beauty.
Clink, clink, clink…
The dense hail of bullets descended to the ground, producing a distinct metallic ringing.
War Armor [Dragon Rider]—Ghost Energy Shield!
A formidable barrier forged from mysterious ghost energy. As long as the ghost energy reserves are not entirely depleted, the shield remains steadfast.
Mu Fan's composure stood in sharp contrast to the chaotic energy of the dozens of Firmament soldiers opposite him. Upon observing the bullets clattering harmlessly away, these soldiers instinctively halted their firing after expending their electromagnetic rounds.
The enemy endured such a ferocious barrage of firepower and emerged unscathed?
And their commanding officer, Major General Grove, had met a brutal end on the spot!
At this juncture, the pungent aroma of blood began to saturate the atmosphere.
The Firmament Corps warriors felt a tremor run through them as they beheld the mangled remains.
Dead… dead…
Their fear was less directed at the young man standing there, and more at the predicament they faced in explaining this to the corps' disciplinary unit later.
However, in the very next second, Mu Fan would make them comprehend what they ought to fear most at this precise moment—
Precisely who!
As the final bullets struck the ground, a fleeting stillness descended upon the scene.
“One should not toast an arrival…”
In a placid tone, Mu Fan’s extended right hand suddenly clenched into a fist.
“…Without accepting the penalty wine!”
At that instant, his body executed a sudden twist, and a transparent silhouette materialized directly in the air.
The massive floating platform beneath their feet even groaned under a heavy tremor.
Mu Fan, vanished!
“Where did he go?”
The Firmament soldiers snapped back to alertness, and the sound of rapid magazine changes echoed through the space.
Yet, to their eyes, Mu Fan was no longer present, save for a fading afterimage.
“Behind… behind you… he is behind you.”
The formerly self-satisfied bald man now quivered and shouted, his voice prompting him to flee outward without a backward glance, consumed by sheer terror.
All the soldiers spun around sharply, only to witness a figure kneeling on the ground, his left hand somehow gripping the curved light scythe blade embedded in the steel floor, gently drawing it free.
Mu Fan then rose, presenting them with an image of serene detachment.
All barrels were raised!
In Mu Fan’s grasp, the curved light scythe blade spun into a blur, a colossal spectral green blade wheel whirring beside him.
“He killed General Grove! Fire!”
At the sergeant’s enraged command, every Firmament soldier opened fire simultaneously, and the dense cacophony of gunfire erupted within the vast, towering Star Ring corridor.
Ratatatatatata!
This was the soldiers’ desperate venting of fury.
One, two, three, four!
As all the electromagnetic guns fired in unison, the dark gold silhouette they perceived instantly fractured into four distinct forms, and then…
They turned around in unison!
The azure and emerald eyes betrayed identical coldness and the same mocking glint.
Their left hands rose in concert, pulled back, and then simultaneously launched!
Sizzle, slash, slash… thud!
The spectral green light wheel created an afterimage, transforming into a massive spectral green fan that shot forth from Mu Fan’s position!
The four afterimages converged seamlessly, the energy braid cascading down his back ferociously rising and coiling together.
The rapidly spinning afterimages of the four spectral green light wheels consecutively descended into Mu Fan’s raised right hand.
Thump…
As the leftmost soldier’s body split in two and collapsed, the dozens of Firmament soldiers, along with the waists and abdomens of the four exoskeleton armored warriors, simultaneously revealed a crimson line.
Instinctively, they all opened their mouths, bewilderment clouding their eyes.
Thud, thud, thud, thud!
Their upper bodies tumbled to the ground in unison.
The surging blood transformed the area into a veritable fountain plaza.
In a single second, two entire squads, numbering close to a hundred soldiers, were bisected in one devastating strike!
The immense corridor fell into profound silence initially, only to be succeeded by a deluge of retching sounds and frantic alarms blaring throughout the circular passage.
[Warning! Level 1 dangerous incident detected in Corridor No. 17.]
[This is the Aohan Freedom Alliance, all stationed star fleets, prepare for immediate combat deployment.]
As if by chance, a level-three inspector emerged in the distance. Upon witnessing the hundreds of square meters carpeted in blood and carnage, he promptly initiated the planetary alarm.
Click, click, click…
Kim Sang-geun’s teeth chattered uncontrollably; his legs had already turned to jelly from sheer terror.
Copious beads of sweat coursed uncontrollably down his plump, fleshy face.
From where did this harbinger of death emerge?
With a mere disagreement, he commenced a killing spree, dispatching Grove with a single strike and subsequently annihilating the stationed unit of the Firmament Corps with another.
Profound dread and immense regret surged within his heart; his feet shifted slightly, only to encounter a viscous sensation.
It was the blood of the stationed soldiers…
The azure hue in his left eye gradually receded, morphing into the same ethereal green as his right.
Thump, thump…
Mu Fan advanced unhurriedly through the corridor, pausing before Kim Sang-geun, calmly observing the short yet exceedingly portly patrol officer situated below him.
Kim Sang-geun trembled and raised his gaze, meeting Mu Fan’s stare.
Within those chilling eyes, not a trace of human emotion was discernible at that precise moment.
Gulp.
He swallowed audibly, forcing a smile that was more akin to agony.
"Sir… ugh."
A hand, as formidable as forged steel, abruptly seized his chin.
Crack.
The intense pain sent Kim Sang-geun’s body into violent tremors.
Mu Fan’s right hand delved directly into his jawbone before slowly elevating him.
The spectacle of Kim Sang-geun, weighing nearly 150 kilograms, being hoisted by a single hand was utterly astonishing.
One could even observe the fat jiggling under the influence of the artificial gravity, and his face, flushed crimson from both pain and the strain of being pulled.
Mu Fan gazed coldly into Kim Sang-geun’s eyes, his facial armor retracting to unveil his youthful yet frigid countenance.
Kim Sang-geun’s name tag was distinctly mirrored in Mu Fan’s pupils.
"Flame Star level four patrol officer… Mr. Kim Sang-geun, you accepted ten million?"
Following his pronouncement, Mu Fan tilted his head, observing the man’s face contort with agony.
Kim Sang-geun blinked, then vehemently shook his head, struggling against the grip.
He desperately wished to survive. Heaven alone knew the formidable strength of this young man’s hold, and he felt his jaw was on the verge of being shattered within the next minute!
Tears and mucus uncontrollably streamed forth, a testament to his overwhelming terror.
"Please, I beg…"
"Release Chief Kim!"
"This is the Aohan Freedom Alliance, final warning! This is the Aohan Freedom Alliance, Flame Star! The jurisdiction of the Firmament Corps!"
A cacophony of enraged shouts erupted, yet ultimately, a sinister intent to kill began to permeate the atmosphere from above.
"Young man, I shall grant you three final seconds to reconsider; release Kim Sang-geun!"
A chilling admonition descended from the heavens, akin to an icy wind.
Hovering overhead, a burly individual clad in what appeared to be an inspector’s uniform, coolly observed and delivered his ultimatum.