Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1531 47: 6 Hours

Amidst a wild tempest of fire, a single fist relentlessly hammered into the foundation of a colossal metal spire, spanning over three hundred meters in diameter!

At this critical juncture, Goodrich and his cohort were perilously close to being consumed by the earth itself.

The outer layers of the spire, within thirty meters of the ground, represented its most robust fortification.

A specialized alloy, meticulously forged from a combination of twenty-one distinct ultra-high-strength metals, possessed the resilience to withstand the cataclysm of a nuclear detonation.

Goodrich, unlike the unfortunate Lamar, held a distinct advantage as the second-in-command of the frontline legion; he possessed a keen regard for his position and, crucially, his own survival.

Though the spires were identical in form, under his meticulous command, their defensive capabilities had been elevated to twice the strength of the initial central spire!

Goodrich was, by nature, a strategist.

He understood that only by preserving his existence could he aspire to even greater authority.

Therefore, his demise was an impossibility, and indeed, unthinkable.

A transmission had already been dispatched; should the verdant and azure intertwined celestial body receive his urgent message, this vexing mech would undoubtedly face the unyielding fury of the Saint Luo Clan.

They were the universe's rapacious conquerors, their invasion having already subjugated thirteen entire universes!

Under the overwhelming might of the Saint Luo legions, no one could maintain an aura of pride and composure.

Was it merely a single pilot mech? Patience was key; the arrival of the Saint Luo Envoy was imminent.

He yearned to personally witness the spectacle of the black mech being reduced to shreds, a sight that would finally bring solace to the burning hatred within his heart.

The luminous display before Goodrich's vision had transformed into a dazzling canopy of light as he plummeted at high velocity, and a mirthless grin finally graced the corners of his lips.

Yet, in that precise instant, an impassive voice echoed in his auditory senses, akin to a thunderous pronouncement.

Not only Goodrich, but all 1126 surviving Saint Luo individuals were assailed by this booming declaration, imbued with the chilling aura of impending slaughter.

"Is this a fitting end?"

An end?

Fitting?

What cryptic meaning lay behind such words!

Goodrich's eyes snapped wide open, and an overwhelming premonition of catastrophic danger surged through his being.

Then, the scene that would be seared into his memory for eternity unfolded in that fleeting second.

The immense conduit resembled an empty vessel being crushed by a titan's grip; the surrounding walls, fashioned from twenty-one types of formidable metal and engineered to withstand nuclear devastation, suddenly bore the imprint of a colossal fist.

And then...

The ensuing sound descended like a cataclysmic downpour!

The broad and monolithic side of the spire erupted in a sudden network of deep fissures, as if the very earth were being rent asunder.

Time itself seemed to halt; his body remained frozen, yet his gaze registered the horrifying spectacle of molten lava seeping through the newly formed cracks.

The base of the spire was, in actuality...

"No!"

A guttural roar tore from Goodrich's throat.

The massive, ring-shaped structure, thirty meters in height, detonated outwards!

An inferno of crimson torrents indiscriminately obliterated all within its reach.

Boom!

Observed from the vantage point of space, the gargantuan spire lurched violently, its base, at that very moment... forcefully ejected sideways.

With a singular strike from the Shura, the steel foundation, spanning over three hundred meters in diameter, thirty meters in height, and weighing more than twenty thousand tons, was propelled outwards from its position!

Bang, splat!

Goodrich's eyes had barely widened before his form, enveloped in its feeble energy shield, was violently impelled against a wall a hundred meters distant by the sheer force of the shockwave.

Like an unfortunate citrus fruit flung against a solid surface, his entire being disintegrated instantaneously, expelling a spray of ichorous fluid; his body was reduced to an unidentifiable paste, while the vital essence of the Saint Luo crew disintegrated into a fine mist.

As the fiery tempest swept through the area, the airborne droplets of yellow blood, originating from a thousand individuals, ignited like vaporized gasoline within the confined, ring-shaped expanse, triggering a secondary conflagration.

The Shura's Crimson Flame had indeed incinerated everything.

Not only Goodrich, but all 1126 remaining Saint Luo members met the same fate!

Against such overwhelming power, capable of convulsing mountains and fracturing the earth, the inherent resilience, sturdiness, or sheer might of the Saint Luo physiology proved utterly futile!

Even the Zeg Clan's desiccated insectoid predators, whose physical forms had achieved cosmic apotheosis through eons of evolution, were incapable of resisting the full-force impact of an Emperor Body Shura's strike!

How then could the Saint Luo people, whose individual prowess paled in comparison, barely reaching a thousandth of that of the desiccated insectoids, possibly endure?

The rampaging shockwave permeated the entirety of the chamber, and the shattered base of the spire, viewed from a distance, resembled a blazing, ring-shaped UFO, hurtling ten thousand meters outwards before colliding with a minor asteroid on the periphery of the Star Body Fortress.

The star body shuddered violently under the impact of the spire's base, sending plumes of dust thousands of meters into the atmosphere.

The Shura, maintaining its powerful punching posture, slowly elevated its head, its gaze sweeping indifferently across the expanse before it.

The reddened knuckles gradually cooled, reassuming their erstwhile hue of obsidian blackness; the triangular, scale-like blade armor retracted smoothly, and a colossal shadow flickered briefly across Mu Fan's field of vision.

Boom.

The colossal spire, standing at a staggering five hundred meters, plummeted down, impacting the Star Body Fortress.

Simultaneously, the fortress's aerial counterattack, raging above the clouds, met its explosive end.

The fiery expanse in the heavens and the swirling dust on the ground mirrored each other in that instant.

The half-heart returns, I am the deity.

Mu Fan's gaze turned frigid. He slightly bent his knees before launching himself upwards with a powerful leap.

The Shura machine surged into the sky, reaching a thousand meters. Its blood-red eyes surveyed the scene below with chilling composure, appearing like a deity observing the earth.

Within Mu Fan's field of vision, the rippling, blood-colored waves continued to recede, leaving not a single crimson trace behind.

By this point, all life signs of the Saint Luo people within both Star Body Fortresses had been extinguished.

From the Locust Fleet's ambush at the wormhole exit to the total annihilation of the Saint Luo frontline legion's command center, a mere sixty seconds had elapsed.

As the Shura's form ascended, it glided past the four towering monitoring sensors. Mu Fan casually tilted his head.

His own gleaming red eyes met the gaze of the crystal ball atop one of the columns.

"Did you witness everything?"

"You have six hours to stop me. Starting now."

"I'll see you at Winter Tree Star."

His voice was perfectly level, devoid of any emotion, making it all the more terrifying.

Just as the Shura's body was about to pass through the circular ring formed by the four detection columns, he casually raised his right hand. With a flick of his thumb and forefinger, he snapped his fingers.

Bang!

The tattered end of his cloak shimmered, transforming into a crimson mist that gently dispersed.

The four cylindrical structures simultaneously erupted in scarlet flames. Neither the crystal nor the metal could withstand the bizarre, consuming inferno, vaporizing slowly in the high atmosphere.

Mu Fan surveyed the fortress below, now eerily silent, then turned his gaze to the strangely suspended Locust Fleet in the distance, his expression serene.

Such well-preserved spoils of war.

Why would he refuse them?

Once Shura's body breached the planetary defense shield and entered the void of space, the cape unfurled, becoming a fleeting shadow that streaked towards the distant Dawn Battleship.

"Black."

"Here! ...It's so terrifying... utterly terrifying... Mu Fan, could you perhaps discuss with Shura about lending it to me for just ten days of research? If not ten, even a single day would be wonderful..."

A chilling wave emanated from the Shura Machine Body. Mu Fan's lips curled into a slight smile. "Shura refuses. It states that if you speak again, it will revoke your access privileges immediately."

"I won't say another word, I promise! This ungrateful creature!" Black hastily responded.

"Black, instruct the Dawn Battleship to ready the hibernation chamber in twenty minutes. I'm leaving the cleanup here to you." Mu Fan's command was delivered calmly, his presence now radiating an indescribable leadership charisma.