Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1522 38: Open Fire

Guard Cannons unleashed a relentless barrage, spewing over seven thousand rounds per minute into the heavens. This dense weave of bullets formed a colossal Fire Net above.

Those soldiers and civilians who managed to find refuge behind the safety wall could only stare in stunned silence, the ceaseless stream of gunfire a deafening roar beside their ears.

An incredible spectacle unfolded in the sky. Even the most agile Butterfly Fighter, trapped in this confined space, found it impossible to escape the overwhelming firepower of this massive war machine.

Tens of thousands of rounds saturated the entire dome within a mere second. Ding ding ding... Boom! Boom boom boom!

Countless sparks erupted on the hull of a Butterfly Fighter. Its trajectory altered, it then disintegrated into a fiery explosion.

There was truly no escape.

Another fighter jet, executing a daring C-turn Cobra maneuver, was enveloped by the massive Fire Net before it could even deploy its weapons. Its mecha body was instantly ripped to shreds.

Energy beams impacted the shallow High Crystal Stone shields, causing ripples but leaving them unbroken.

Solid missiles detached from a mecha’s chassis, only to be simultaneously targeted and annihilated by dozens of Guard Cannons.

Mu Fan simply tilted his head back, observing the aerial chaos with his hands clasped behind his back, utterly composed.

While other onlookers held their breath, mesmerized by the breathtaking scene, countless fighter wrecks descended like rain.

On the enormous illuminated screen at the highest point, Deputy Inspector Li Genmao watched impassively until the all-encompassing Fire Net obscured his own image.

Within the span of a single minute, the furious onslaught of firepower abruptly ceased.

The surviving soldiers and passersby gazed upward in bewilderment as the sound slowly faded.

Hearing seemed to return, yet the echoes of gunfire and cannon blasts were absent; only the faint breaths of those nearby were audible.

Even breathing was done in hushed silence...

For the sight before their very eyes was truly horrifying.

As far as the eye could see... there was nothing but devastation.

The unnervingly calm young man had remained rooted to his spot, having truly engaged the Aohan Freedom Alliance in all-out war, with no intention of negotiation from the outset.

Mu Fan lowered his gaze, his eyes settling on the surviving soldiers before him. They all instinctively took a step back.

Their will to fight had completely crumbled.

"Is that all? Far from a true army."

Mu Fan murmured to himself, his attention shifting towards the rear of the assembled forces, where warships were beginning to appear. A significant number of mechas stirred the air with sound waves as they maneuvered across the decks.

However, his gaze lingered for less than two seconds before he indifferently turned away, fixing his attention on the colossal, imposing metal gate ahead.

The Flame Star garrison had obstructed them with this measure.

But now...

Regardless of the tactics the garrison employed, they had inflicted no harm whatsoever on Mu Fan's side.

These individuals still failed to comprehend the caliber of adversaries they had encountered!

"Mu Fan?" White Hair inquired tentatively.

"Open it."

Mu Fan spoke with quiet authority.

Ah?

Though his voice wasn't loud, it was sufficient for those nearby to hear. Their minds struggled to process the command.

Flame Star was openly provoking a fight to the death, so how could they possibly open the gate?

"Please confirm if you wish to issue the attack command." Black's voice chimed in his ear.

"Fire."

Mu Fan uttered two calm words.

[Command confirmed, warship charging, ten-second countdown.]

[Ten, nine...]

A clear auditory confirmation emanated from Mu Fan's wristwatch.

Harry and the others recognized the voice as belonging to Alpha, the Deputy Commander of Mysterious Shadow Island.

At this precise moment, the bridge of the Dawn Battleship was illuminated by flashing red warning lights. A large crimson numeral simultaneously flashed on the central control screen within the bridge.

Beep...

A faint pulse of current sounded as ancient crossbows retracted.

Ka!

Intricate patterns materialized across the flat deck in an instant. The next second, numerous articulated steel plates rose, resembling assembled building blocks.

For reasons unknown, the countdown voice clearly reverberated through all the loudspeakers scattered around.

[...Six, five, four...]

Equally inexplicable, the planet's notorious executioner, Li Genmao, was now crushing the railing he gripped with his bare hands.

"How dare they attempt to jam all communications in the 17th District! Such audacity!"

With a furious expression, he turned towards his subordinates behind him. "Has the 17th District's gate power cable been severed?"

"Inspector, it has been physically cut. Unless the 10th District's energy transfer station re-establishes the connection, the gate, weighing over 2200 tons, will not open," a Lieutenant with thin lips and small eyes responded respectfully. He added, "The Firmament Corps has now officially entered the fray."

"Prepare my armor. I intend to see how long he can continue his tirade."

"Sir, your Super Mecha [Realm Patrol] is battle-ready."

Li Genmao's cruel and cold eyes are now indifferent, turning into the passage leading straight to the mecha warehouse.

Destroying the entire 17th passage.

He will not bear the huge loss without retaliation...

He wants to crush that boy's head!

...

"Firmament Corps post, who dares take liberty!"

A roaring tiger-like angry howl echoes from the far end.

This roar numbs many scalps, people follow the sound and see a thirty-meter Heavy Mecha figure landing at the passage entrance.

If seen from space, one would notice nearly two thousand space-type mecha forming a huge arc around the entrance to the 17th passage, while numerous warships fly out from the Star Ring, surging here.

All mecha and warships are simultaneously on standby, waiting to follow the leading mecha's charge.

Arms like lotus roots flinging forward with pronounced limb joint sensation.

Zzla!

Intense electricity instantly rises from the mecha's back, two Plasma Whips materialize in the hands of the leading mecha, crossing into the sides of the half-opened gate.

The thick steel gate is instantly whipped to shreds.

Arms drawn in again, the fifty-meter tall steel gate at the entrance is yanked and thrown flying!

The mecha raises a leg and heavily steps out.

Boom! A steel gate directly kicked out, crumpling and flying into the side wall.

Behind the mecha, pinpoint engines illuminate a massive orange cross, the entire mecha trailing a brilliant orange light zooms straight forward.

Seeing the tiger-head armor rising at the mecha's front, some passersby instantly exclaim, "It's the Firmament Corps' most barbaric Dawn Tiger—Luke Hall! He never leaves anyone alive in his strikes, not caring about hostages, clear out, quick."

The passersby who peek out now frantically shrink back, using all their might to push people aside, then heavy bow down.

Boom!

The four Flame Star mecha at the far end reacted too late, instantly shredded by two electric lights, blowing out a splendid display of molten steel sparks.

The heavy mecha, painted in mottled yellow and white, stepped forward, its massive body crushing the remnants of the four mechas directly.

The four mechanical masters of the Aohan Freedom Alliance never understood why their allies attacked them.

They never knew until their deaths that the one who attacked and killed them was Luke Hall, who usually interacted most with them from the customs defense army.

"A bunch of trash!"

Luke Hall's cold voice spat out, completely disregarding the identity of the Flame Star Guard as allies.

He only knew that Grove had died in there.

The death of that person was insignificant, but the dignity and face of the Firmament Corps absolutely could not be lost here.

Only iron and fire could tell these people... whose territory this really is!

With Luke Hall's actions, thousands of mech of the Firmament Corps suspended in space seemed to receive an order, beginning to violently surge into the entrance of Sector 17.

The slaughter by the Firmament Corps had officially begun.

"Roar!"

A furious dragon roar echoed, as a searing vortex of fire clouds formed in the mouth of the Evil Wing, constantly flashing and compressing, a moment later a fireball flecked with countless black stripes suddenly burst out.

Demon Dragon—Roaring Flame Bomb!

"It's that dragon again!"

In a chorus of exclamations, the surviving Aohan Freedom Alliance mechas quickly flashed to the sides.

What a joke, that searing high temperature was absolutely something that their ordinary mechas couldn't withstand.

So the moment the Evil Wing spat out the fireball, a straight path was instinctively cleared for it.

The fierce Roaring Flame Bomb rampaged through the giant corridor, bombarding into the distance.

Luke Hall's eyes brimmed with murderous intent, a sinister curve appeared on his scarred face, "Just a mere beast!"

The towering mecha landed with both feet, leaping high into the air, pulling the two plasma whips on its arms together, the two whips clashed with a thunderous boom like cutting steel and tofu.

The next moment, the two long whips suddenly twisted and fixed into shape.

A plasma giant spear over forty meters long appeared in hand.

The tip of the spear was constrained by a strong electric force to form a flat spear blade.

In that moment, the mottled mecha carried an inexplicable wild beauty and ferocity.

Holding the plasma spear horizontally with both hands, the mecha flipped and landed, steps connecting into a dense drumbeat, dragging a long illusion trail, twisting forward, the spear in hand slashing down with a boom!

The spear tip momentarily grazed past the Roaring Flame Bomb.

The moment paused in stillness…

Boom!

The terrifying high temperature radiated in all directions.

The heavy mecha painted in mottled yellow and white firmly stepped out amidst the twisted heat.

Luke Hall's eyes wore the same consistent murder and arrogance.

Mu Fan's mech, the unrivaled S-Class close-combat machine known as [Ghost White Tiger], was supposed to be unstoppable in such confined spaces.

Yet, at this very moment, Mu Fan simply turned his head for a brief look.

"Three... two..."

"One!"

Simultaneously, the countdowns echoing from all directions finally reached their end.

Luke Hall instinctively looked upwards, just in time to witness a colossal, square jet platform of steel positioned above the polished deck of the Dawn Battleship. Its structure resembled engines directly mounted on the deck, exuding a breathtaking industrial aesthetic.

[Super Flame Particle Flow—Dawn Impact!]

As the final command illuminated the system, a fist-sized high crystal stone, situated at the juncture of the massive jet platform and the upper deck layer, was simultaneously bombarded by immense energy flames from both sides. An instantaneous, terrifying fusion reaction erupted. A colossal flame current, powerful enough to shatter mountains, surged through tens of thousands of pipelines towards the main turret, ultimately coalescing into a gigantic azure light beam, over three meters in diameter, which erupted with a thunderous boom.

The Dawn Battleship, suspended in its flight path, rocked violently.

With a resounding impact, the thick, dazzling azure beam struck the enormous steel gate.

This marked the breakthrough, signifying that Mu Fan and his companions had finally breached the Flame Star Customs passage!

The two intricately layered, super-heavyweight alloy gates, weighing an incredible 2,200 tons, emitted a screeching metallic groan under the astonishing and devastating Dawn Impact. The entire gate held for less than a hundredth of a second before fracturing explosively.

However, the fiery onslaught from the Dawn Battleship’s strike showed no sign of waning. The energy flame column propelled the shattered remnants of the colossal gate forward. In less than half a second, from the edge of what could be seen, a vast, dark, immense, and empty passageway was violently revealed.

Everyone near the third and fourth gates stared in stunned silence, their necks craning, witnessing the massive gate instantly obliterated. What had just transpired?

"Board the ship."

Only then did Mu Fan acknowledge the S-Class mech, [Ghost White Tiger], which had already encroached into a perilous proximity. His presence here was precisely because the standard route would have been faster. However, lingering any longer would clearly be a waste of precious time. If they intended to impede his progress, he would resort to his preferred method… a direct, overwhelming charge!

Nothing was more valuable than his time!

Mu Fan stepped onto the colossal boarding platform slowly approaching him. His entire demeanor grew increasingly cold, as if gathering a potent, suppressed rage. The fat man and the others could sense the fury simmering beneath Mu Fan’s composed facade.

Those individuals were truly courting death!

White Hair’s eyes also turned icy. He exchanged a glance with the fat man, and they nodded in unison. If the opposition was holding nothing back, they would engage in a full-scale battle!

This chaotic close-quarters engagement was perfectly suited for the fat man’s [Fury].

However, just as the two prepared to turn and signal for their mechs to launch, a graceful, white figure, exuding a faint fragrance of Snow Lotus, emerged from beside Mu Fan.

"Leave it to me."

Lu Qingxue’s face, as serene and cold as polished jade, remained devoid of any discernible emotion, maintaining her usual aloofness. And, as always, her words left no room for negotiation.

"Senior Sister is angry…"

The fat man and White Hair visibly flinched upon seeing Lu Qingxue, a shared sense of mischievous anticipation rising within them.

A delicate wrist lifted, and the jade-like circular ring suddenly began to emit a soft glow. Lu Qingxue moved with light steps across the deck of the pedestrian passage. After covering five meters, she leaped sideways into the vast, deep flight path. A flash of white streaked through the air, and Lu Qingxue’s figure vanished into it. In the subsequent half-second, with the flapping of pure white wings, a mech landed gracefully.

S-Class mech [Frost Angel], entering the fray!

Lu Qingxue’s eyes calmly focused on the figure at the far end of the passage, her hand instantly reaching for her bow!